In the BDSM community we talk about consent a lot. Consent is important for obvious reasons and I would never directly play with someone without their express consent. It’s clearly not ok to just walk up to a girl and grab her by the hair and start spanking her without her consent. I do, however, enjoy indirectly playing with people without their express consent. I like to call it “implied consent”.
If you choose to look at my pictures on FetLife or watch my scene in person, then your choice of doing so is equal to implied consent. If you’ve made the choice to be a voyeur in my space, then you should be prepared to be indirectly played with. I’m a sadist and I love making people feel uncomfortable; it’s what I do.
My slave doesn’t have a fear of the dentist or a love for it, but I enjoy dental play. Why? Because it makes the people who are watching the scene uncomfortable. I know that a lot of people have anxiety about going to the dentist, so I play on that. One time at a dungeon, I set up my scene area with a bunch of dental tools. I sat my slave down and inspected her mouth. A few well-placed pokes brought forth some blood and I made sure the instrument was coated with it. When I pulled the instrument out of her mouth, I could hear people stirring at the sight of the bloody tool. I then put a dental dam in her mouth and proceeded to make some slightly exaggerated moves in her mouth. When I withdrew the instrument with a tooth in its grip, people gasped. One girl even yelled, “Oh hell no!” and ran out of the room. Mission accomplished! Thanks for playing; see you next time. I was actually playing with that girl without her realizing it. The truth of the matter is that my slave had a dentist appointment in two days to have a permanent crown put on. What I yanked out of her mouth was just the temporary crown. It’s all about perception.
Many events have pins made. They’re little metal and enamel do-hickeys that are about an inch wide. On the back they have one or two pins so they can be poked onto a lapel, hat, leather vest, etc. There’s an event we are involved with and the proverbial pin was made. I took a photo of said pin (seen below) and enjoyed the responses it elicited from people. Some were positive, some were negative and focused on danger, infection, or other perceived issues.
The reality is that I clipped the little spikes off the back, dripped some fake blood on her ass, set the pin there, and made photo magic. The only PhotoShopping made to the pic above was for this blog. I removed the name of the event. To those people that were poking around my FetLife: Again, thanks for playing; see you next time. There’s nothing non-consensual about it. You came into my space, therefore you gave implied consent to join in. Some of you may not agree with me. That’s ok, maybe I’m just playing with you or maybe not.