Domination & submission _ the BDSM relationship handbook ( PDFDrive )

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from now? Some states have recently acted to extend or eliminate entirely thestatute of limitations for the crimes of rape and sodomy. In those states, youcould theoretically be charged with one of those crimes at any time while youare still alive. The odds of such a thing happening are, of course, infinitesimallysmall, but it is a sobering thing to contemplate.Family IssuesAmong the many other things that could possibly go wrong with a D/srelationship, we shouldn’t neglect the very real possibility that your families maynot be entirely thrilled with your involvement in this lifestyle. Much of thisnegativity will be rooted in misconceptions and false stereotypes, but thatdoesn’t make the effects any less stressful, and the potential consequences canrun the gamut from comical to catastrophic.I always enjoy telling the story of what happened a few days after I presentedJade, my former submissive, with her beautiful new collar. She was still ridinghigh on a wave of euphoria when she called me to tell me those three little wordswhich can have such a profound impact on the psyche of just about anyDominant: “I told Mom.”I’m rarely rendered speechless, but this was one of those times. I stammered,“You. Told. Your. Mom. What, exactly, did you tell her?”She nonchalantly replied, as if she were discussing her last load of laundry, “Itold her I was collared; that I now have a Master, and that my heart, body andsoul belong to You. And I told her that I was deliriously happy about it.”“I see...” said I, struggling manfully to stay calm, “and how, pray tell, did shereact to this news?”A long pause followed, no doubt fueled by an internal struggle over how to bestphrase her response. She finally decided on, “Not so good.”“Not so good?” I asked. “Please define not so good.”“Well...” she replied, “She wants your full name and address, and she said she’lluse the police or private investigators, if necessary, to track you down andrescue me from whatever crazy kind of cult you’ve gotten me into. So, yeah...Not so good.”

I like to think I took the news calmly, with a stoic resolve to weather whateverstorm would be coming our way. Jade, however, remembers it in a slightlydifferent way. Today, she describes it thusly: “You totally freaked out.”Whatever. Eventually, her mother (and I) calmed down, and life returned toabnormal. But this amusing little anecdote is illustrative of how family cansometimes become a critical factor in your D/s relationship in unpredictable orunexpected ways.Take for example, what typically happens whenever you tell someone outsidethe lifestyle that you are in a committed D/s or BDSM relationship. Almostwithout fail, the very first question they will ask is: “Do either of you havechildren?” The unspoken assumption, of course, is a suspicion or belief thatyou may be putting your children at risk, or raising them in an amoral orimmoral environment. Those misconceptions can be relatively easy for you todiscount or ignore until those busybodies act on them. The fact that they can doso anonymously in most cases just makes it all the more dangerous. It isunfortunate that our legal system grants almost unlimited powers to agents ofstate child protective services when they have any reason to suspect that childrenare being endangered, even when those reasons may be entirely bogus.Family-related D/s relationship issues don’t always have to be quite sopotentially disastrous. Sometimes, they can be simply annoying, frustrating oreven amusing. I once made the mistake of telling my eighty-three-year-oldfather about my D/s lifestyle during a long and monotonous road trip we tookacross the states of Texas and Louisiana. To this day, I still can’t fathom whatmight have caused me to think that it would be a good idea to have thatparticular conversation with him, and he swears that it never happened at all.Trust me, it did.We each have very different tastes in music, and after hours of driving in silence,I was about ready to crack. So I gave him some background about the BDSMlifestyle in general, talked a little about the D/s and poly mindset andphilosophy, and even tried to put it all in the proper context by explaining howthe poly D/s relationship I was in at the time worked. I thought I had done apretty good job of it all, until I realized that, in the course of the last thirtyminutes, he’d really just focused on two little words.“Sex slaves?” he asked. “You’re telling me you have sex slaves?”

from now? Some states have recently acted to extend or eliminate entirely the

statute of limitations for the crimes of rape and sodomy. In those states, you

could theoretically be charged with one of those crimes at any time while you

are still alive. The odds of such a thing happening are, of course, infinitesimally

small, but it is a sobering thing to contemplate.

Family Issues

Among the many other things that could possibly go wrong with a D/s

relationship, we shouldn’t neglect the very real possibility that your families may

not be entirely thrilled with your involvement in this lifestyle. Much of this

negativity will be rooted in misconceptions and false stereotypes, but that

doesn’t make the effects any less stressful, and the potential consequences can

run the gamut from comical to catastrophic.

I always enjoy telling the story of what happened a few days after I presented

Jade, my former submissive, with her beautiful new collar. She was still riding

high on a wave of euphoria when she called me to tell me those three little words

which can have such a profound impact on the psyche of just about any

Dominant: “I told Mom.”

I’m rarely rendered speechless, but this was one of those times. I stammered,

“You. Told. Your. Mom. What, exactly, did you tell her?”

She nonchalantly replied, as if she were discussing her last load of laundry, “I

told her I was collared; that I now have a Master, and that my heart, body and

soul belong to You. And I told her that I was deliriously happy about it.”

“I see...” said I, struggling manfully to stay calm, “and how, pray tell, did she

react to this news?”

A long pause followed, no doubt fueled by an internal struggle over how to best

phrase her response. She finally decided on, “Not so good.”

“Not so good?” I asked. “Please define not so good.”

“Well...” she replied, “She wants your full name and address, and she said she’ll

use the police or private investigators, if necessary, to track you down and

rescue me from whatever crazy kind of cult you’ve gotten me into. So, yeah...

Not so good.”

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