More on Public Play

Last night, i was trying to tell Mick and Molly more about what to expect at the play party they’re coming too. 

(Later, Sir D asked wryly, “Wasn’t that a bit like the blind leading the blind?”  {Laughing} “Yes, Sir, absolutely, it was!”) 

Seriously, i wasn’t trying to take an expert viewpoint;  i was just talking about what it’s been like for me.  After all, they’re newbie’s too.  (Or is that noobies?)

Of course, just talking to Mick and Molly live, in real life, was pretty cool.  Mick noticed that my accent sounds like – um, sounds like i come from the place i actually come from, which amused me.  But (just for the record) they both have nice voices and sound like – regular people. 

But here’s what i was trying to say last night:

The play party is drama.   Costumes and actors, each with an assigned role.  Stage sets and props.  Non-traditional theatre – the actors change clothes openly, preparing themselves in the lighted dressing area.  Moving in dimness, each couple or group finds their own way to their own curtain rising. 

The Dungeon Monitors keep a cautious eye on the action, available to anyone with questions, helping where needed.  They play the part of ushers, stage hands, and sometimes directors.   

Some people play the audience, simply watching the scenes unfolding around them.  This is an important role too

Rituals are carried out.  Fantasies are acted out.  Themes of passion and pain, control and abandon…

People laugh.  People cry out, moan.  Whimper.

As voyeur, it is surreal:  “having the disorienting, hallucinatory quality of a dream; unreal; fantastic.”  

Really?  Those two women have tied a naked man to that post – they stroke his back and whisper sweet nothings to him,  then calmly begin to whip him.  Really?  i’m standing here watching him squirm and struggle to escape the blows.  Seriously?   

It move me into “liminal time.”  “Betwixt and between.”  i am awake, and it is a dream.  Time stands still; time rushes by.   

Images shift and fade and reshape themselves.

The air is charged with energy, sexual energy is everywhere.  But it is controlled, chanelled, expressed and explored in the play – the drama.

O, i can’t do it justice.  It is magic, rite and ceremony, ancient wisdom and sacred space.

AND it is not mysterious at all.  i’m not trying to freak you out.  It’s just a group of ordinary people who like kinky sex.  Folks who like to get together and share their interests, like any group of hobbyists.  {Shrug}  It could be trains or crossword puzzles instead.   

We just happen to like whips and collars. 

No big deal.  You just need to use common sense.   Behave sensibly, like you would in any new situation.  

{Wicked smile}