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TexasMaam -> RE: When accidents happen (1/14/2007 11:08:35 AM)
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re: beyond Her control or yours:
I once attended a Dark Party (extreme fetish party for interested members of a BDSM group) in Austin, Tx.
I attended w/My then sub husband and a sub male in training.
We knew all of the attendees and were very familiar with and comfortable with the party's host. So comfortable, in fact, that I was encouraged to bind and flog the sub in training with my sub hubbie in attendance to give a demonstration.
Considering all of the other sessions going on at the time that involved activities MUCH more hard core than flogging, our simple little activity generated an inordinate amount of interest and observers. I assume this was because I was the only Domme in attendance; at that point in time, one pretty much had to travel to Vegas or New York to find a r/t Dominatrix.
I was so engaged in My own demonstration and in gauging the reactions of both sub and observers that I didn't hear the front door crash downstairs when Vice Squad broke into the home and began slapping handcuffs on everyone in sight.
Fortunately for us, the local Vice team was sorely lacking in numbers when they made their 'bust'. A runner came dashing up the stairs warning us to get out: ropes were cut off the bound sub, floggers were dropped, equipment left where it lay, and we all beat a hasty retreat out to the balcony, down the stairs, and across the neighbors' estate next door.
We waited in the dark clumps of twisted Austin scrub oaks until things died down enough for hubby to go get our car.
We'd arrived rather late, and luckily our car was on the next street over from the residence and happily was not included in the subsequent run on license plates.
We made it home safe and sound, none of us any the worse for wear. We suffered no personal or professional consequences after the raid, since we had not been associated directly with the event and since our friends who HAD been arrested remained staunchly moot about their guest list.
The emotional and psychological fallout lasted for decades thereafter, though.
I carried around the burden of imagining my sub in training having been arrested that night for a long, long, long time.
Thereafter, I became MUCH more private, MUCH more cautious and even paranoid about attending private group activities where things would be beyond My immediate control.
Even today, decades later, I find myself checking doors, windows, exits, and I find myself watching for any signs of disgruntled neighbors, or any indication of blacked out vehicles lurking about in the dark....even for something as simple as a special interest group meeting about bondage in someone's home.
I've had My share of little BDSM mishaps, but none that compared with that one near brush with incarceration.
Your Mistress will eventually accept that there was not much she could do to mitigate the circumstances of a faulty table....TammyJo's suggestion about doing small things together and giving Her some space reminded Me of how my sub hubby and I got back on track after our Vice Squad fiasco.
Good advice. Follow it.
TexasMaam
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