MizSuz
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ORIGINAL: Moleculor
The POINT was this:
1. BDSM is illegal.
2. You participating in BDSM means you're breaking the law.
3. BDSM groups are, by definition, illegal.
4. Handing your personal information over to a BDSM group is dangerous, because if they're ever "rounded up" by the authorities, your name, address, and other personal information is in their records, which means the authorites will be knocking on your door next. Even if it's five years later and you only went that one time. So be careful about handing out personal information, and it might be a good idea to try to stick to groups that don't require it.
What, is everyone dense these days?
Not dense, but obviously too diplomatic to get through to some.
I disagree with your points 1 through 3. It's dependant on where you are and how it goes down.
I agree with #4.
There once was a dominant woman in a liberal, northeastern U.S. state who opened her own ‘studio’ for the BDSM arts. Unbeknownst to her at the time, the former tenants had been raided for solicitation/ prostitution by the local police and summarily closed down. The space had been vacant for at least six months. The previous tenant's clients for a while were quite bothersome but when she started screaming (quite loudly) "NO BLOW JOBS, TELL YOUR FRIENDS THERE IS NO SEX AVAILABLE HERE" out the window at them they finally stopped returning.
The night she opened she had a big party, attended by about 80 people. A friend and guest at the party inadvertently fell down the stairs (towards the end of the evening) and, receiving a concussion, required that an ambulance be called to take him to the hospital. Much to the local police department’s credit, the police arrived on the scene before the ambulance. The guests, who were dressed in resplendent fetish attire, were all beginning to leave when the police and subsequent ambulance arrived to care for the poor injured soul. The poor injured soul, being the trampling fetishist that he was, was wearing a pair of leather pants and a wild pair of boots that looked like a cross between fetish/ leather gear and motocross boots. He had no shirt on and someone had written in large letters across his chest “Welcome” with an arrow pointing down. He was loaded into the ambulance and carried away to the hospital in a professional and caring manner, where he received impeccable medical treatment for two days.
The hostess was attired in complete fetish formal wear. She wore a leather corset, a skirt that was bustled and floor length in the back but short up to “there” in the front, fishnet stockings and 6” platform stiletto heels. The police waited for her to change her clothes and then assisted her in finding the hospital while the remaining guests called it a night and departed.
Less than a week later, while the lady was sitting quietly doing paperwork in the studio one evening, there came a knock on the door. When she answered the door it was two of the police that had responded to the emergency call the night of the opening. She invited them up, gave them a tour and explained to them what her business was about. They asked her if she served alcohol to which she replied “definitely not, but I do allow people to bring their own if they are interested in such. It is the common feeling of most in the ‘scene’ to avoid combining alcohol with play, therefore the alcohol is usually kept to a minimum.” The police asked her if she intended to have many of these parties, to which she replied that she expected to give one a month or every six weeks or so. They told her to let them know when she was having a party so they could let their patrols know on those evenings. She invited them to get on her mailing list and gave them the url to do so. Over the next year she had a number of parties of varying sizes. Once the police called her shortly after she had sent out an email regarding a party and asked her to let her patrons know they needed to park on the correct side of the street or they would have to be ticketed. She did and nobody ever received a ticket that she is aware of.
The meat of the story:
One night after a small gathering at her studio the lady, still wearing her fetish wear from the party that evening, took a few of her guests to the local watering hole for some after-party entertainment. When she arrived there was a mysterious gentleman sitting at the end of the bar quietly having a drink. The barman greeted her and she ordered drinks for herself and her guests. As she waited for her drinks to be served the mysterious gentleman said, quite without prompting, the lady’s name and the name of her studio. Intrigued the lady said, “Do I know you?” to which he replied “No, we haven’t met, although I have stood up for you.” A conversation ensued and it was made clear that this gentleman was a local police officer and that, on the night of her opening, the police had returned to their precinct saying “we’ve got another House of Ill Repute opening where the old one was and this one is a doozey.” After discussing the fetish wear that was being worn that night the mysterious gentleman spoke up and said “Guys, it sounds like a BDSM club, not a whore house.” So the police all looked up the statutes and sure enough, as long as consent was in place, the lady was not serving alcohol without a license, and there was no sex for money occurring then no law was being broken. The lady and the mysterious man continued their discussion throughout the night regarding consent and then made some humorous references to a movie called “American Pie” and a specific scene in which one of the protagonists jumped on a guy she was dating and cried “Say my name! Say my name, bitch!” and smacked the guy. The mysterious man said “Ya know I always wanted someone to do that to me.” The lady said “I know a woman who would be happy to do that for you, but knowing that consent must be in place it will be necessary for you to ask, or better to beg, loud enough that witnesses know you requested this service.” The mysterious man then quite loudly said “Mistress, will you please instruct me to say your name, call me a bitch and slap my face?” Complying, the lady in question smiled, grabbed him and yelled at him to say her name and then hit the man so hard that it literally knocked him off his barstool. When he returned to his stool he thanked the lady for her trouble. He went home smiling, rubbing his face and saying “My wife is not gonna believe this.”
Over the next year the police were kind enough to step up their patrols when she had parties. Nobody ever had problems with their cars being vandalized when they came to her studio (which was possible since she was at the end of a dead-end street in an industrial area) and the lady felt quite comforted knowing the police would be quick to respond if there were ever any problems, and thankfully their services were never required. The lady did occasionally answer the phone to requests for sex, to which she always assertively responded with “you are barking up the wrong tree” and the like, and hung up. She believed that at least one of those calls was a police officer checking to make sure that things were as they appeared. It’s even possible that she sessioned one of the police unknowingly. When she closed her studio it was about economics and being tired, and not about legal issues.
So, I must say that bdsm is not illegal everywhere, and whether or not you are harassed regarding your participation in a bdsm function is more dependant on your local laws, the relationship you have established with the local “powers-that-be” and how the situation goes down.
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