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Noah -> RE: Chains- and experiences (2/25/2008 9:57:43 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Missokyst
Once again my question would be why would anyone choose to use rusty chain? As an artist I have used it for effect. I have used it to leave traces of rust on art projects.
If it didn't sound too pompous even for me, I'd echo your second sentence. Let's just say I'm a sadist who get's into the aesthetics of kink on a variety of levels
... and I have used it for effect.
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And while I love wearing chain and find wearing it is yummy,, the chain I use is in fine shape. Maybe it is me, but if it is going to be in my mouth, pussy, ect, I am pretty fond of nice shiny links
There are all kinds of ways and places to use chain. Choosing them (the ways and places as well as the types of chain) carefully is one of the ways you can mitigate risk and to modulate pain and pleasure.
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What would be the reason for using tarnished rusty chain? I really don't get into safety issues with people who I don't play with, but in this case it always seems like a cheapskate issue to me rather than a safety one.
Aesthetic issues don't count? Emotional issues?
People have been showing some emotion about this whole rust thing, after all.
I think most people consider the aesthetic to some degree when they select implements and materials, though some few may be almost purely function oriented.
And if it were a cheapskate issue, what of it? Should big spenders have all the fun?
But in this case it isn't.
My implements have never come from a "kink store". Many come from or have been fabricated in my workshop; an dirty, unkempt workshop which addresses a range of trades and has hosted a few memorable scenes.
I have a gorgeous, wooden-handled stanley chisel given me by my grandfather. Its working edge is ground to a ferocious fineness, corners perfect (far too sharp for chiseling wood; I don't use this tool for that anymore) which has some sweet stories to tell.
I'm sure some experts will tell you that wood should never, ever go there. Or there. And especially not there. But risks actually can be mitigated, and some aren't nearly as risky as the noble Safety Police get such a puckered little kick out of telling you they are.
Like that Rust on Skin = Unmitigatable Risk stuff we saw earlier, for instance.
Oh, and there's this great thing you can do with twin bench vises at opposite ends of a five foot work surface. I mean it's a scream.
As it happens I just don't go for the same old leather/lace/latex/red/purple/black stuff. Is that perverted of me? I mean I appreciate a leather riding jacket, for riding, and sturdy rubber chore boots in the Spring ...
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The thought that anyone might check out the junkyard for toys is too much for me.
That's cool. You know your limits.
Is there anything you're into that might be too much for your neighbors?
I also check out antique stores. And forests. And libraries and kitchens and beaches and barns and auto parts stores the notions departments of fine retailers near you. That is to say it isn't always turned up but I seldom turn it off. Call me chronically kink-aware. Like many other people my kink isn't limited to just a few sets of aesthetic cues, or to bedrooms and squeakily sanitized "dungeons".
Sometimes ... I even do kinky things outside ... where there's dirt!
Just look at the horror on so many faces here in this thread at the mere mention of rust. That's energy, just like the energy all the stereotypical leatheryrubberydungeony stuff used to liberate before it became one more set of mass-marketed suburban cliches.
I mean if that stuff for certain reasons has nice associations for you personally then no one has the right to second guess it. Roll with it, nurture it, have a ball. I'm all for it.
I'm just sayin'
So anyway, that horror-at-rust is energy. Energy can be directed and controlled. I loves me some directing and controlling with the right partner(s).
But honrstly now, Missokyst, can you utterly not imagine that some grown up little girl who was always taught to keep herself very, very clean, might have an awful/nice squirmy/delicious reaction when the Bad Man tells her to take off her pale dress and dainty underthings, and binds her prettysoftness to (whatever) with a piece of harddirty chain?
How tight would it have to be? How long would it have to last to have the desired effect?
Shiny chain can tweak you with tightness, let's say. Dirty chain can tweak you with ... dirtyness. It doesn't have to be very tight at all. Some people still like to conceive of kink as "dirty". The grime on the chain is more than a metaphor--but it is also a metaphor--for people who can't help drinking in that sort of thing.
The fact is, though, that the damn chain never needs to make contact.
Let's say she's 99 (but not 100%) sure that she would safeword at being bound in a nasty, scrapyard chain. Okay.
Now let's say its a hot, sweaty summer afternoon. She and He are returning together from a nice picnic-for-two. They've had some grown-up fun in the old park pavilion and maybe grass-stained her outfit a little besides. Calmly and quietly her Friend turns the car into the scrapyard. He parks by the tiny, filthy office shed, dusty Coke machine under the awning out front.
He indicates that she should come in with him just as she realizes she never put your bra back on after he cleverly slipped it out of her yellow sundress back in the park. She kind of gulps. Perspiration glistens on her chest and somehow she knows that this is one of those times when she's not supposed to talk.
And she's okay with that.
Big, bristly, cigar-chomping guy at the desk greets her Friend by name. Her friend nods: "Some chain, Sam."
Sam tells the skinny guy with "ernie" stitched to his coveralls to show the man some chain where some chain is at. Her Friend walks out without a word, leaving her to absorb Sam's appraising glances. Glances which say things like: "This one ain't bad. I mean I'd tear off a chunk." And later: "One things' fer sure. That chain he's buyin' ain't to keep no poodle in the yard."
When her friend comes back, Ernie is at his side holding a length of rusty, rasty old chain, the last two feet cakes in dried mud. She's suddenly noticing the scratchy country and western radio station that's been playing low the whole time.
Her gives Ernie a buck for a coke and asks him to toss the chain in on the floor in the back of the Buick. Sam accepts a crisp twenty and leers as her Friend takes her by the wrist and strolls back to the car.
The car door is opened for her. He bends to buckle her in and sneaks a salty little kiss. When she points over her shoulder toward the back seat and begins, with a weak smile: "Please, you aren't thinking of ...."
He says: "Shhh."
Of course maybe absolutely none of that would do anything for you. That's cool. It did something for her.
It may take six months before she forgets to wonder anymore when that ole chain might appear, and whether she'd safeword at the sight of it. But she got some awful/nice shivers out of the deal. Besides, whatever nice clean item he may have bound her with that night after the scrapyard, there were more than a few ergs of extra energy in the room as he did it.
My contention would be that none of that stuff is available from a shiny length of lamp-hanger from Lowes.
There are all kinds of ways to use chain, in other words. Some of the one's that are least "dungeony" might be the most fun. Who knows?
Honest, my partners don't hardly ever get diptheria from my tool choices.
Honest, not everything has to be bleached, sterilized, and prayed over.
You can use your most careful risk-reasoning as well as your imagination and do things that aren't officially sanctioned by whomever the hell is officially sanctioning kink these days. And live.
And not get sued.
If rust on skin is a hard limit, how would the artist in you respond to that lovely little cream-colored antique silk full slip he just bought you being smirched ochre as he winds a not-new-and-shiny piece of chain around your heaving whatchamacallits?
"That's going to stain .... but it's so pretty .... but he just gave me this ...
... and he can take it from me ... like all the other things he can take from me ...
... and now he's going ... he's going to ...."
Is it possible that there are meanings which can be evoked with rusty chain that can't be similarly evoked with the shiny kind? And vice versa?
You know that this is true in your art. Missokyst. You said as much. Why is it so hard to see that it could be true in mine as well?
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As for how to unrust chain.. Naval Jelly works well.
Kyst
Thanks for the tip.
But isn't that stuff terrible, terrible dangerous? [;)]
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