Thursday, April 23, 2009

Rambling thoughts and BDSM 101 class

So this morning I am sitting here staring at the box to start a new post and I am not sure what to write about. I thought about continuing the story. But I am just not feeling it this morning. I don't want to say I have writers block, I just don't know what to write about. I am just not feeling it. The bad thing is I am in a writing mood this morning. I have several things going through my head but just can not put it into words. Man, what frustration this is. OK, here goes, I am going to try and start something.



Every day I think about BDSM. Every day I think about whats inside me. I don't want to say it controls my thoughts or my life but every day I find it more difficult to suppress these thoughts. No matter what I am doing, I always attempt to incorporate BDSM into in some form. Sometimes I am at work and trying to manipulate a vendor or a coworker into doing something that needs to be done. Sometimes I use my own self discipline inside me to make it through a task. Or when I go home at night, either dealing with the family or in any of the numerous volunteer organizations, I am always trying to incorporate this lifestyle. The other night I was out with friends and some of my lifestyle friends showed up. One expressed to me I am like a Daddy Dom to her. I always find myself on the end of playing Daddy to a lot of people both lifestyle and vanilla. I even have a few younger vanilla lady friends who refer to me as Papa Bear.



I tend to be the type who wants to help everyone. I will answer questions for anyone who asks. I will offer advice either solicited or unsolicited. I provide an unbiased opinion when asked for one. I even lend an ear when someone needs to vent. I have offered demonstrations. I have even blogged about a certain topic to help another out. My latest offering is to lead a BDSM 101 class for the local group here in town. The day after I offered, I thought to myself, "What the FUCK have I gotten myself into?" Then I thought about it and said, I can do this. Hell I am all the time offering advice and counseling to others. Whats a class with a bunch of people sitting there, hanging on my every word. Things that make you say HMMMMM!!!!!! I sense an evil plan in the works. EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!! MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!

I want to ask you, the readers to provide me with some ideas of what you would like to see in a BDSM 101 class. Somethings I think I will discuss will be respect, limits, negotiation, safe words, safety, cleanup and aftercare. What do you think? Anything else? Something I am leaving out or something in particular you think I should touch on? Many of my thoughts come from other peoples experience, a lot based on my experience. If you choose to not open up, I can not be an effective teacher. WAKE UP CLASS!!!!!! Oh yeah, I am going to enjoy teaching a class.


Many times I am blogging on something and as I am writing I am trying to entice responses from people. As of this post I have had 18 comments. WTF. I know there are more then 18 comments out there. Now granted a few of you discuss it with me through messenger. Your comments might help others or in some cases, help me. I value opinions. You don't have to agree with me, but I would still like to see or hear your side of it. I am sure there are others reading this that will as well.

I was just thinking about this one time I had a sub and I invited her over to the house and played with her while others observed. I remember the thoughts and feelings I had leading up to that evening the excitement I had. Not only playing and fucking with another, but also toying with the minds of spectators. I remember in preparing for the evening, I put hooks in the ceiling. Laying the rope out. Planning my evening of fun. Playing the scene out in my mind of what I wanted to do. Adding something else in. Stopping my thoughts and saying, "Oh don't forget to do that." I even went so far as to set up a space heater for the comfort of the guests. I know, I am a nice guy. Don't always expect it though. I don't want you think I am a softee or a fucking nice guy ALL the time. As the night progressed, the sweat forming on my brow, the smell of leather. The sound of my flogger landing on the intended spot. The whines, the moans, a few gasps, the sound of the rope pulling tight..... Oh sweet bliss. What a night.

OK, some of you are biting your lower lip. Stop that. Now your eyes are wide asking, "How did he know?" Damn I am good huh? And for those of you in denial, you know who you are, you are the ones who yearn for it the most. Yes you. No, not you, YOU!!!!!!!

My final thought..... hmm Do I have a final thought on this? Wait, yes I do. Feedback people. Provide it. I am like a fire, I need fuel. Throw another log on, or if you are daring, dump fuel on the fire. Just be careful and don't get burned. You adding a log doesn't mean the fire will intensify the way you want it to.

Me
I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

3 comments:

futuresub said...

Interesting. A class would be most helpful to someone like me, more than curious, eager to learn from someone that knows what they're doing. It sounds like you do, strictnstern. Good luck with the class.

Strictnstern4u said...

Thank you. I will let you know when the class is. If you are in the Lexington area, maybe you can attend.

futuresub said...

Lexington might be doable. Be sure to post the details. Please.