PrimalConsonance
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ORIGINAL: RexLongBeach The last time I flew on an airplane, I was miserable. I'm over 6 feet tall, I have broad shoulders, and I'm not especially slender. There I was, tucked into a window seat on a full flight, and not in the exit row. My right shoulder was up hard against the wall, kept there to minimize my invasion of the space of the woman next to me in the middle row. My feet were up against the seat in front of me; my legs and thighs pressed together by the armrests. The seats in front of me and the passengers to my left blocked my view of all but the ceiling of the airplane. Moving my arms? Ummm.... no. My hands, a little. Maybe. So: I was basically held immobile, with a bit of sensory deprivation going on. Naturally, I hated it. But then (since hey, it was a transcontinental flight), I started thinking. I was in bondage, but kept safe by an army of security people, regulations, pilots and staff, all of whom were doing their thing. Adding it up: immobility, sensory deprivation, and my ultimate safety the top concern of the people in control. I still couldn't get into it, but I'm Dominant. Could you have put your submission to work and enjoyed the flight? I've been locked into a seat on a flight before, but not cross-country. When I was stuck there (6'2" and 350lbs), I was also doing some thinking...but not about BDSM. I had some thoughts about torture however. I wanted to have a few moments with the little customer service creature that knew more about the flight, the plane, and the seating than I did (that was about a half-hour into the flight). I also thought about physics...I was trying to calm myself to become aware of other things than my painful parts. I picked a spot I could accept and then decided (made a deal) with that part to keep in that spot with the least amount of thought or muscle movement trying to fake that muscle that it was at rest. I'd deal with the reality of it all later. Some of it worked and some of it was futile. But no, none of my BDSM experience helped me (except to get more peanuts and soda...yes I know they will give it if you ask...let's not burst that little bubble too).
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AKA: CNJDom (types in black) and roselaure (types in Red) Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~Dr. Seuss
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