'Fessing up:

I'm a BDSM virgin.

My public email addy is posted on my website and gracious readers occasionally drop me a note. Sometimes, they ask questions. One common question is whether or not Cowboy and I engage in BDSM activities.

Nope.

A lot of years ago I was in the Toronto area for a few weeks - a couple of friends were into the BDSM scene. I didn't know what that was at the time and the very thought really freaked me out. They convinced me to attend a "play party" where I could just sit on the sidelines, sip a cool lemonade (no alcohol allowed) and observe various scenes in action. Sure, that sounded great.

I step DOWN, literally, into a basement that has most of the center of the room dimly lit and there are "things" everywhere: St. Andrews Cross, hoists, spreader bars and whips, tails, paddles, floggers, spanking benches and other paraphernalia. (I learned all the words later.) The ONLY things missing are Vincent Price, Bela Lugosi and Edward G. Robinson.

I immediately went into "fight or flight" mode. Scared the beejeebees out of me. My friends were hysterical with laughter but what can I say? I wasn't very discriminating in those days. The various "acts" had my eyes as big as saucers and my heart in my mouth. You know the way kids peek at horror movies through their fingers? I slipped under the table and watched under cover of the tablecloth - I kid you not. Peeking was more than enough.

Years later, I exchanged chitchat with a gentleman from the Toronto area who participated in one of the Toronto area BDSM groups. He enjoyed my commentary and I listened wide-eyed to a lot of what he told me. Lost track of him - if he still reads at my website, hope all is okay.

I am amazed at the wide range of interest and various activities people enjoy and engage in. Each to his/her own. If the harsher and heavier forms of "this thing we do" is your cup of tea, bravo and brava! I don't care what consenting adults do. Life is short; enjoy every minute.

Will Cowboy and I ever move into that scene? Not in this lifetime. Sweet sensual erotic spanking suits me just fine. On the few occasions when he thinks a harder hand-to-tush discussion is necessary... welll, that's why revenge was invented... along with pink boxer shorts, food tasters, brownies with saltpeter additives, and islands to escape to while he tears his hair out worrying about me. I've said it before; I'll say it again. I am too good to that man.

~Sar~