NEVER Tell A Dominatrix This
OPEN: JANUS FILE #0035
Every once in a while, you witness something so amazingly stupid that your only reaction can be, "What the hell were they thinking?" The incident in the previous file was one of those. That still falls short of what has to be the stupidest thing that I have ever witnessed.
This particular incident happened at Chattacon, a science fiction convention held annually in Chattanooga. To be precise, it was at 1998's Chattacon.
It was Saturday night, and I was making the rounds of the room parties. At any convention, a number of parties are thrown by conventions held in nearby cities, to promote their upcoming convention. One of those parties I visited was thrown by a convention called Fantasm.
Now, Fantasm is an adults-only convention. No one under 21 allowed at the convention. Or the party, for that matter, because the hosts were checking IDs. (As I recall, the organizers want an "anything goes" atmosphere, without having to worry about minors.)
This particular party featured a dominatrix. There was a sign-up sheet for people to get whipped by the dominatrix. Her instrument of choice that night was a riding crop, as I recall. As I entered the party, an acquaintance of mine assured me that she was quite skilled at administering the whippings. Well, even if I had been so inclined to learn for myself, by the time I arrived at the party, the sign-up sheet had long been filled. By the time I arrived at the party, she was nearing the end of the sheet.
As I was watching the dominatrix conclude one of her last whippings of the evening, it happened. Someone who had had far too much to drink said what has to be one of the stupidest things I have ever heard:
"Oh, I bet she couldn't hurt me!"
He said it loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. Including the dominatrix. It was one of those moments of amazing clarity. Everyone in the room who was more sober than the speaker (which is to say, everyone else in the room) knew immediately that he had just made a Big Mistake.
As I said, the sign-up sheet had long been filled. The dominatrix decided on the spot that she could squeeze one more person on the list, and she asked the speaker if he would care to prove that theory. With the confidence and arrogance that can only come from being quite a bit over the legal limit of intoxication, he agreed.
Again, everyone else in the room knew instantly that this guy was in trouble. We also knew that this was going to be rather amusing. Amusing for those of us watching the proceedings, that is.
The previous victim left the impromptu stage, and the drunk took his place. The dominatrix began administering the whipping, and she took it easy on him for the first two or three blows. Those of us in the audience realized that she was just getting warmed up, and wanted to give this guy a false sense of security.
We knew when she started getting serious. The riding crop made an audible "CRACK!" that probably made some of us jump, and even wince. And the victim suddenly got this expression on his face that can only be described as an "Oh, shit!" look. I think it may have even had a slight sobering effect on him. In any case, he knew he was in trouble. And there were a few chuckles rippling through the audience.
The dominatrix didn't stop with that one lash. She was just getting started. She proceeded to give him a thorough whipping. I suspect that it may have been the most vigorous whipping that she administered all evening. Afterward, he was more than eager to apologize for his earlier rash statement.
Moral of this story: Never cast aspersions on a dominatrix's ability to inflict pain.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0035
OPEN: JANUS FILE #0035A
ADDENDUM
If you're interested in learning more about Chattacon, their website is http://www.chattacon.org.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0035A
Every once in a while, you witness something so amazingly stupid that your only reaction can be, "What the hell were they thinking?" The incident in the previous file was one of those. That still falls short of what has to be the stupidest thing that I have ever witnessed.
This particular incident happened at Chattacon, a science fiction convention held annually in Chattanooga. To be precise, it was at 1998's Chattacon.
It was Saturday night, and I was making the rounds of the room parties. At any convention, a number of parties are thrown by conventions held in nearby cities, to promote their upcoming convention. One of those parties I visited was thrown by a convention called Fantasm.
Now, Fantasm is an adults-only convention. No one under 21 allowed at the convention. Or the party, for that matter, because the hosts were checking IDs. (As I recall, the organizers want an "anything goes" atmosphere, without having to worry about minors.)
This particular party featured a dominatrix. There was a sign-up sheet for people to get whipped by the dominatrix. Her instrument of choice that night was a riding crop, as I recall. As I entered the party, an acquaintance of mine assured me that she was quite skilled at administering the whippings. Well, even if I had been so inclined to learn for myself, by the time I arrived at the party, the sign-up sheet had long been filled. By the time I arrived at the party, she was nearing the end of the sheet.
As I was watching the dominatrix conclude one of her last whippings of the evening, it happened. Someone who had had far too much to drink said what has to be one of the stupidest things I have ever heard:
"Oh, I bet she couldn't hurt me!"
He said it loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear. Including the dominatrix. It was one of those moments of amazing clarity. Everyone in the room who was more sober than the speaker (which is to say, everyone else in the room) knew immediately that he had just made a Big Mistake.
As I said, the sign-up sheet had long been filled. The dominatrix decided on the spot that she could squeeze one more person on the list, and she asked the speaker if he would care to prove that theory. With the confidence and arrogance that can only come from being quite a bit over the legal limit of intoxication, he agreed.
Again, everyone else in the room knew instantly that this guy was in trouble. We also knew that this was going to be rather amusing. Amusing for those of us watching the proceedings, that is.
The previous victim left the impromptu stage, and the drunk took his place. The dominatrix began administering the whipping, and she took it easy on him for the first two or three blows. Those of us in the audience realized that she was just getting warmed up, and wanted to give this guy a false sense of security.
We knew when she started getting serious. The riding crop made an audible "CRACK!" that probably made some of us jump, and even wince. And the victim suddenly got this expression on his face that can only be described as an "Oh, shit!" look. I think it may have even had a slight sobering effect on him. In any case, he knew he was in trouble. And there were a few chuckles rippling through the audience.
The dominatrix didn't stop with that one lash. She was just getting started. She proceeded to give him a thorough whipping. I suspect that it may have been the most vigorous whipping that she administered all evening. Afterward, he was more than eager to apologize for his earlier rash statement.
Moral of this story: Never cast aspersions on a dominatrix's ability to inflict pain.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0035
OPEN: JANUS FILE #0035A
ADDENDUM
If you're interested in learning more about Chattacon, their website is http://www.chattacon.org.
CLOSE: JANUS FILE #0035A