Where were you when the lights went out?
Here in Los Angeles, we experienced a massive power outage yesterday, knocking out my electricity and even my cell phone for many hours (I've never, ever seen the message Network Failure before). It's quite depressing to not know what is going on, or when it will return to normal. I did have some lovely scented candles in my office, so at the very least things smelled nice... and I tried to do some paperwork by candlelight.
Not very effective, I'm afraid.
Something that is effective by candlelight however is S&M. We naturally gravitate toward the dark when exploring the world of BDSM, and candlelight is purrticularly mood-inducing. I had one very memorable session while working at one of the commercial dungeons here in Los Angeles...
I was in a large, private dungeon room with a client who had been writing to me for some time. His fantasies were of intense rope bondage, sensory manipulation, and mindfuck. Right up my alley, I knew the 2 hours scheduled would fly by.
First he was laying down on the bondage table, and I was encircling him in a web of rope. The lights were low, the music dark and moody. I had just finished his torso and was standing over him on top of the table, preparing my next proclamation...
And the lights went out.
There was a loud sound, as though someone had dropped something very heavy. The electricity was out allright, so I tried to keep my slave calm and stepped out of the now totally dark room. The other ladies of the House were standing around, also wondering what had happened. There was only one other session going on at the time - a harsh schoolmistress and tardy student scenario - and they had stepped outside to see what was going on. We could not reach the power company, and our location meant that it was not easy to see if the power outage was limited to our building or to the entire area.
I thought for a moment - this can either be very bad or very good. I grabbed some candles from my locker and returned to the room.
Slowly I lit all of the candles I had, placing them around the room. Speaking in hushed tones, I asked my slave if he was ready to continue. Transfixed by the candles flickering he mumbled "Yes", so I continued building my web around him.
A short aside here is this -- have you ever tried to do intricate rope bondage in almost complete darkness? You think that's difficult, the real treat is untying the slave, but I get ahead of myself...
Now fully entangled in rope, he was powerless to move from his prone position on the bondage table. And now his sense of sight was mostly gone, limited to shadows and faint light flickering in mirrors. There was no music now, my words were the soundtrack. I continued to manipulate his mind with low-spoken thoughts of inescapable bondage, and his body with the tips of my fingernails which cut like knives into his warm, sensitive skin. With no air circulating through the dungeon, the air was moist, heavy, and filled with anticipation.
As he remained in this state I began to untie him. Clumsily indeed, as I could barely see my fingers untying the knots and unravelling the balanced ropes. When he was free I asked him to roll slowly toward me, I had been thinking of what would be the ultimate use of this unfortunate power situation for some time...
I carried him as he slumped over toward the center of the room. There was a suspension swing, which I guided his legs into. After I strapped him in, I brought the candles over to form a circle around him on the floor, and I looked deeply into his eyes and stepped away. My hands on the winch that would slowly raise him from the ground in a sitting position, he let out a yelp at it's first grinding sounds and realized that he would soon be airborne. Only a few fee off the ground but it was enough - he would truly fly today.
One by one I walked around the circle and blew out each candle. Starting on his right, going clockwise around his suspended body, until I reached the final one right in front of him. I picked up the candle, stared deep into his eyes again, and blew it out.
Total, utter darkness. He began to sob quietly, and I pushed him from behind. He was swinging now, completely unattached to the earth, literally flying mentally and physically.
I walked back into the far corner of the room and slumped into the corner. I have no idea of how long I waited there, entirely mentally spent. When I finally was able to stand, I slowly made my way back toward the center of the room until my hands touched the hard leather of the swing.
My slave was completely asleep. Like a baby. Almost snoring, in fact.
So I stepped back to the dungeon door and opened it, letting in one ray of light. Yes the power was still out, I was informed, and when was I going to finish my session? Soon, I said, I just have to bring him back to earth. I stepped back inside and reached for the winch. At its first jerk, he awoke, and slowly came to a complete stop laying on the ground. I unbuckled the swing and lit a candle. He sat up slowly and shook himself. I reached out to give him a hug - he had just returned from a spectacular journey - and instructed him to take as much time as he needed to get dressed and step outside. He did so rather quickly, and as he left he could barely speak (English was not his first language, but this had more to do with the sensory manipulation than not knowing the words).
What was originally scheduled for 2 hours had gone on for almost 4.
And yes, I did see him again many times, but the power always stayed on...
Katja Minx
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