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I Visited An S&M Club

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Visiting a BDSM dungeon makes the writer examine her privacy boundaries.

Certain words I dread ("We need to schedule two more dental appointments") while others I would kill to hear ("Ann Coulter's physician confirms sex-change operation").

And then there are statements that defy imagination, such as; "My husband gave me the greatest birthday present last night—a public flogging." I actually overheard one of my exotic dance students say these exact words last week.

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Now, I'm not exactly unfamiliar with the BDSM scene. My education began a few years ago, while browsing the aisles of my favorite sex shop. A man came up to me and asked, "Are you a Dom or a Sub?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was in a food and wine kind of mood, so I replied, "Dom," thinking that he wanted to know if I was a champagne or sandwich kind of girl.  Read: When BDSM Goes Way Wrong

It wasn't long before the light went on. In fact, it was pretty hard to miss the point as he trailed after me in the store, whispering in a plaintive, hopeful voice, "Do I need to be punished, Mistress? I've been so bad." I couldn't bear to tell him that my inexperience would only result in the blind leading the blindfolded.

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After thinking about it more over the next few weeks, I began a journey of research and experimentation. As a result, I now understand that cropping is more than a scrapbook technique, dogs aren't the only animals that engage in kennel play, and you should never insert a CD-Dom into a computer drive. My education has paid off: I have a few flicks up my sleeve, and I've issued more than my share of restraining orders. Read: S&M For Beginners

But public flogging? I checked an online BDSM dictionary, and sure enough, there it was—right after posture collars but before quirts. Here was this very ordinary looking, middle-aged women extolling its virtues. "We went to our favorite dungeon, and he hoisted me up and proceeded to flog me." She went on, "Afterwards, the crowd applauded and sang 'Happy Birthday.' It was fantastic!"