I had to laugh
Some of my readers will remember posts from a couple of years ago, when John and I were scening with Craig Aych and his wife at the Lair de Sade dungeon. As you may recall, my scenes with Craig were awesome, but I didn’t like the place or most of the people there. Way too much ADD (Almighty Dom Disorder). (No, I can’t claim credit for that initialism.)
In particular, there was one DM (Dungeon Master) who used to strut around like a pompous peacock, implements sticking out of his pockets, flexing his muscles and talking tough. He and I never spoke to one another, but I was always aware of his presence (it was hard to miss him, really).
Here’s an excerpt from an April 2009 blog, after playing:
We ended up hanging out in the kitchen for another hour, although I did very little talking. I sat and listened, this idiotic glowing grin on my face, feeling myself fade. Just one sour note marred the bliss; there was a guy in the kitchen (not going to give any name or details) who was talking a mile a minute, blustering away about how he manages his slaves. He beats this one, fucks that one, beats AND fucks this other one. None of his slaves is allowed to close the door when she uses the bathroom (“It’s MY house, and I have complete access to EVERY room, ALL the time”). He went on and on about what he won’t accept, and said, “You can tell me no, but only once. You say it a second time, and you’re out the door.” Charming.
I was leaning my head against John’s shoulder, looking the other way and allowing myself to make disgusted faces. Part of me was thinking, “Turn it off, Erica, turn it off, don’t listen, don’t listen.” … there was nowhere to go but outside, and it was too cold and I was just too damned sleepy. I have to tell you though, folks, it took all my restraint to not snap, “Oh, Jesus Christ, get over yourself.” What good would that have done? He’d just laugh it off and probably tell me something like I needed a few hours with him to set me straight. And I would have embarrassed John. I have to remember where I am, and behave accordingly. I just wish I could understand why this sort of thing makes me react so strongly. At least John validated me. He’s usually the first one to chide me for being judgmental, but when I brought up how I felt about our blowhard buddy, his first words were, “Oh god, he was a BORE.”
So why am I laughing? Well, this guy basically looked down his nose at me every time I was at the Lair, since I was so obviously a misfit there. Spanking? Meh. Cotton candy. He’s into REAL submissives and slaves. Right?
Right. Guess who answered my Alt.com ad? LOL!
Give My profile a read If you want to talk write Me back
Yup, same guy. Writing to a clearly non-submissive, non-slave type, 14 years his senior. How desperate is he? What’s the matter, Hot Stuff — did your harem get sick of your domineering ass? Guess he doesn’t recognize the sassy brat at the Lair who had a mouth and a voice and who rolled her eyes at him every time he used his.
Part of me wanted to reply: “I know who you are. I’ve seen you, and heard you, at the Lair. No, thank you.” But then I figured it’s even more of a diss if I just don’t answer at all, or look at his profile. He’s been looking at mine every day. And he can see that I haven’t looked at his.
It’s a strange world, folks.