I have been re-reading Sunstone recently because I have been in a bit of a rut fiction writing-wise and I came across this page with which I’m sure you will all agree. Vanilla people just don’t have a good idea of what our kinky wonderland entails so when someone attempts to represent kink it often misses the mark (to put it lightly).
I’m playing for a new football team and have been enjoying it so much. Usually, it takes several weeks of anxiety before I start feeling comfortable but I felt at ease here straight away. We have training and 5 asides each week and last Friday, my team of 5 was waiting on the sideline.
The players were chatting about football and funny things members had previously done, followed by stories about Tinder and Instagram. Someone’s phone came out to capture a boomerang of the match in front of us and then Snapchat came up.
When Snapchat came up, two of them mentioned that a random stranger had added them as a friend and one concluded that the only way this stranger could have found her was by stalking her Instagram account. Then from there, the conversation moved onwards and another stranger was mentioned.
“A guy asked me if I wanted to kick him in the balls,” she said in disbelief and with a tone of aversion. Then she continued sarcastically as if she were replying to him: “The only problem with that is that I’d actually have to go to your place and see you.”
“Who does these sort of things?” Someone replied.
And my mind instantly jumped to Roxy telling me how she had kicked a client in his balls (on request, of course) and I looked away to hide my grin.
“And another guy on Tinder said: ‘Do you like it rough?’ – so I said: ‘Would you like me to hold your throat and choke you? No? Didn’t think so.'”
“Someone said he wanted to be my sugar daddy,” another player said sounding a bit disgusted.
“Oh, I’d have one of those,” someone else said quite seriously, which made another one laugh.
“I have a friend who knows Mistresses.”
Yep, me too… A chart appeared in my mind, which listed all the Dommes I know (in real life or just from a distance) and I started drawing lines between the names. In the middle, a dot represented me caught up in the web. All the images on my blog jumped to the forefront of my mind and I had flashbacks of some of the tasks I’ve done. I turned away to hide my grin again, which was a half-embarrassed and a half-amused one.
“And I know of a financial Mistress.”
“You just go to the cash machine with someone and they take money out for you.”
“Like she has to dress up in a certain way and portray this image or something.”
Oh god, where is this conversation going and can I just stay quiet all this time? If only they knew… If only they knew… And this time I couldn’t help but think about the videos I make with Belle and Gemma and Ash and our lovely cameraman. I imagined us going about our business on set while my team members were looking in through the window; the thought highly amused me. Oh, the number of times I have attended football training with cane marks on my bottom…
“What were the days when we just had normal conversations and asked each other things like what are you watching on Netflix?” Someone said.
“Okay, what are you watching on Netflix?”
And just like that, the conversation about Mistresses ended. It’s amazing how many different topics come up in a single conversation and how the information registers but leaves the mind again soon after. Unless someone has a specific interest in any of the topics, no one will have thought about the subject or conversation again.
I think it’s safe to say that this part of the conversation peaked my interests. Whenever vanilla people start talking (mostly joking) about kink related topics I always wonder what would happen if they knew about me. In this particular instance, I found that it wouldn’t bother me at all if they found out. I really don’t feel ashamed and I don’t think they’re judgy people either. More often than not people simply follow mainstream judgements so when a topic like that comes up the only way to engage is by regarding it with some form of disdain; I’m sure that if they’d find out about me I’d be met with curiosity (and some friendly teasing).
Oh, and they may be surprised. In a book I recently read I came across this line: “She’s nothing like she looks. She’s kinky as hell.” Apparently, innocence is written all over my face until you have a closer look. What can I say? Welcome to the dark side?