So, plans are made to go to Chicago, and I know that BonB will be there. We talk many times on the phone and reminisce about our time in Santa Barbara, two years ago. So many elements of our play go through our minds, strong emotional humiliation, deep submission, violent sadomasochism, and dedicated service. I ask her to write me letters on what she desires from me and send a list of button issues (areas which I can use in emotional humiliation play) and to be sure to get tested for STIs. She will be my transportation for the week and we will be spending a lot of time together.
Through the period of these phone calls, she was called overseas again. This presented some problems and her occupation with things there and quickly changing events in her life added to some communication issues between herself and overseas medical professionals preventing the correct tests being done and got in the way of letters being written. To explain a bit from my point of view, being in a position of Dominance, it was perplexing why, what I viewed as simple requests for information would be impossible to do within a relatively long period of time, but I understood her life was quite busy at the time in ways I did not know.
When I arrived in Chicago and saw her, with great joy I grabbed her and squeezed her breast and immediately bit her. Her reaction, however, was surprising. It was comprised primarily of anger and distance, and mine was a resounding, WTF. Over the next few days, every attempt to approach her in ways that were familiar to us seemed to result in distancing and anger. Please understand, I believe this was as much a surprise to BonB as it was to me.
By Friday, the first day of the convention I had seen many things drop away. Most, if not all sexual attraction towards me, any form of sadomasochist play, and much of the sense of joy of service due to a growing feeling of distance.
At the convention, I asked her to walk around the convention floor as I cracked my whip and “shilled” for the Dungeon. It is a wonderful area for flirting and I wanted to experience what it would be like if we were able to flirt together, as we had previously discussed. Sigh, that too was to pass. As we walked the floor, BonB expressed her feeling that she was just a passive follower with no purpose, was not engaged, and felt useless. I had No idea what to do and where to go. To end it all, at the after party, I made a futile attempt at humorous humiliation which resulted in her leaving the party and going to bed. I spent the rest of the evening sitting with my friend Lili (to be discussed later) and wondering what to do. Nothing that we had discussed was left. I did not know where to go. I was the Dominant. This was my responsibility, and it was going horribly wrong.
I wish I could tell you the exact moment this happened, the exact progression of thoughts or decisions, but once realized, it was absolute simplicity. BonB, the girl I had known in Santa Barbara, was a lovely girl in her mid 20s who was going through a tremendous number of changes. She had just, that weekend, decided to explore her interest in BDSM again after a long hiatus. She had tickets to leave her home, friends and family and move, perhaps permanently, overseas and explore a new life, new country, and new relationships. She was ready for a change.
Well, she changed. What were we to expect? Though it surprised both of us, the girl I knew in Santa Barbara was not the girl I was with in Chicago, and the only way to find out who she was, was to allow it. LOL, this can sometimes be a challenge for a Dominant. But I swear to you, the most enjoyable moments I have had in any relationship were moments when I could remain, or at least struggle to be, detached from what I would want to be, and actually discover what was. This is a very hard lesson, but one that is worth the effort. It is ongoing.
So we were there to show anyone who expressed interest, what we do and the undercurrent of joy, communication and love that can (and should) drive us forward in our play and relationships, no matter how UNequal and violent it may seem to the outside. I can not remember who suggested it, but the thought came up that my dear BonB should show her Dominant side, her Hunter. After all, my interest was primarily to show pretty little girls what it was like to be on the cracker side of a whip, why shouldn’t she show her skills to the pretty little boys?
So she went to the bathroom and emerged as the strict and powerful, FRAU BLUNDT, hair in a severe bun, corset, and black, tight skirt. From that moment on we consistently worked back story, character, relationships, and intention of “zee goot Frau” and through Saturday and Sunday I saw this delightful woman truly rejoice in her ability to hunt for, charm, capture, and “correct” a gaggle of young men into her service. When I could, I mentored her in added ways, almost plots, I suppose, to create a reason for her to “correct” and “teach” these poor wayward boys into appropriate appreciation for her strong willed ways. It was a true delight to see.
The most amusing moment for me was when she was applying the dragon’s tongue to the back of a young man who had VERY responsive skin. When she finished, we all talked for a bit, and as he was facing her, I was the only one noticing that there were many marks on his back that were getting redder and redder as we talked. After a while I asked him to turn around to show the good Frau Blundt the results of her work, and as he did, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in almost childlike joy and astonishment. I absolutely cracked up.
The funny thing, at the end, was that once all our expectations were dropped, once how it was supposed to be was given up for a discovery of how it was, that opened up additional doors, or possibly reopened old doors, and Frau Blundt joyously took on the responsibility of service to “her Superintendent”. While it was not in any way what we had both thought it would be, it was far better than we could have imagined. That took a great deal of strength on her part, and I am proud to have seen it.
That pride also goes to my wondrous, most loved puppy bear, who also had changes to go through. But that will be told, in part, at a later time.
The Eroticist