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During a recent conversation I made a lighted hearted comment about how wonderful it would be to lead a sub on collar and leash around Marks and Sparks or John Lewis. Soon after I was trawling the web looking for the answer to "How many Doms does it take to change a light bulb?" when I came across a questionnaire to determine if you were a Dom wannabe. And right there, there it was, question two, " If you think leading your sub around by a leash in the supermarket is appropriate entertainment for every one... you might be a Wannabe."
Hmm now I was at sixes and sevens. Was I, after two years of something so dear to me a mere "wannabe" Well I be! Clearly some more questioning had to be done.
Question uno. Why should my hackles raise, when called a "wannabe"? I suppose because the term "wannabe" is generally used with a derogatory slant. Much as I might address my plumber as an "amateur" for fitting my shower so that the turning the dial towards the red end of the dial made the water go colder. But plumbers are meant to train and qualify before being let loose in my bathroom. As far as I am aware there are no formal Dom training courses nor any formal Dom qualifications. No surprise. Becoming an experienced Dom or sub, seems more about discovering and uncovering oneself rather than acquiring a skill a skill set.
Question duo, Is being a "wannabe" so bad? Even the most experience Dom/me, She or He who holds the hypothetical highest degree in the art and science of Domminess, surely had to start somewhere? Were they not once a "wannabe"? With a lack of experience, and excess of enthusiasm, it's no surprise that occasionally mistakes get made. Ridicule and subjugation are not very nurturing though.
Question trio, It's that "entertainment for every one" bit that really troubles me. Therein lies my dilemma. What is acceptable in public? And, if and when does the status quo need challenging? I have always had a sneaking admiration for that looney bloke that strips off and runs around outside the Houses of Parliament in a one man nobheaded campaign for the acceptance of public nudity. I might just strip off and join him one day, well when the weather's not so nippy. Is public nudity really such a threat that we need laws to curtail this activity? As I rush towards my dotage, I find ever increasingly that "conventional wisdom" is often more "convention" than "wisdom". At 17 (ah yes, 17, I remember it.... vaguely) I found myself in Spain and received an unexpected lesson. There were all these fucking cripples everywhere. Bloody hell, this was uncomfortable. They were in the bars, they were handing out parking tickets. Fuck, what should I do? Do I look them in the eye? Do I engage them in conversation? Gee I didn't have a clue. Perhaps the economy could not support locking these sad folk away in institutions. But hang on a minute, the locals did not seem to be having problems talking to them. The gorgeous 20 something, dark haired beauty behind the bar (God at 17 you fall in love in a microsecond) that served me the dirt cheap double Cointreaus, seemed comfortable chatting away to the geezer with the wall eye and one leg. What was wrong with me?
It's strange but even when we make rules to protect, there are often unexpected side effects and sometimes they are not for the good. My work brings me into the new and wonderful world of medical genetics. Well this has to be wholly good, if we can eradicate Downs syndrome, if we can screen out mental retardation? Doesn't it? What a perfect tolerant accepting society we shall have.
So I try to imagine myself walking through Marks and Spencer's food hall, not with a sub on a leash, but with my 14 year old son and my 11 year old daughter in tow. There, over by the ready made meals for two, a Dom and his sub at his side. A leather leash from his hand to her neck. How do I feel? Well apart from, in my current sub-less state, as jealous as hell, I feel rather charmed. Her adoring smile, his pride visibly aglow. And my children? Well my son, he probably did not even notice, he is too busy in the world inhabited by the Simpsons and cars supercharged with something called "NOS". My daughter, oh she noticed. A tug on my sleeve, "Dad look!". "Oh yes, looks like they are having fun don't they?" and on to pickup the lamb chops and new potatoes.
If I can teach my kids anything, let it be the need to question. Not to blindly follow the crowd. That and to live, let live, and most of all, love.
And so to hubcaps. Today on the 13 mile drive cross country to pick up my kids from my wife's house I lost a hub cap. But a crisp day and blue sky meant that my spirits were high and so uncharacteristically I did not swear and spit over the incident. My wife's car need a jump start so black and red leads in hand I set about the business of a juice transfusion. Once I got a pulse, I headed off on a short run to check she would stay the course. East to the garage? South towards Cambridge. No West towards the next village, where after a mile and a half a gravelled siding would let me turn easily without fear of stalling. Down the village high street, past baggy jowlled butcher Braysher, retired, with his two baggy jowlled St Bernards out for their constitutional. Past the the thatched post office, past the ploughed field and onto the gravelled siding. And guess what, lying there, right dead centre of my turning circle.... was my hub cap.
Marcus Strapp, Dom. BA (Hons) 
-- Written over a month ago when I was indeed subbieless. Now I am in proud possession of the entirely charming Saf. Or does she possess me?
| 24 Feb 05, 7:15 PM Pendaran 7 yrs |
Incredible MStrapp, you have manage to put most of my feelings into words, my children have always been told by me that no matter there sexual orientation, there lifestyle, even if I did not agree with it, I would support them, and leading my sub by a leash around in public is most certainly not for entertainment, but because of the pride I feel that she wears my collar. Pride always comes before a fall. | |
| 24 Feb 05, 8:02 PM Jezzebelle UK, 10 yrs |
Am the same with my daughter....
Jezzebelle, BA Hons Before any word leaves your mouth it must be approved by the three gatekeepers. The first will ask: "Is it true?" The second will ask: "Is it necessary?" The third will ask: "Is it kind?" Anon | |
| 24 Feb 05, 8:28 PM HMS_Bastard 7 yrs |
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