I Should Stop Watching.... Commentary: Chapter 1

This entry contains spoilers for I Should Stop Watching..., and contains sexually suggestive material. Be warned...

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Oh, jeez, I hated writing this one.

Let me be clear: despite me having a little ritual of publishing a clop every year at Christmas, I don’t do this out of a sense of obligation. I do it because I want to. My current distaste does not reflect my views on the content, characters, or themes of the story. Just want to get that out of the way.

I’ve been wanting to create a BDSM-themed story for quite some time. I can’t quite say when exactly that took place, but I do know what tipped the scales for me to do so. Now I want you to keep an open mind, as a position of ignorance is something I wanted to stress in the story. I understand that the story itself, or the story I am about to tell you may contain content that might make you uncomfortable. Here we go.

I heard a story once where a girl visited a local BDSM dungeon to—there is no way to step around this fact—recreate her rape. Yes, she had been raped, and wanted to reproduce the trauma. I don’t have too many specifics, but the other in the dungeon yelled at her, but the real kicker was that they mocked drowned her during the session as well.

I can understand that you may be feeling some level of disgust or incredulity, but here’s the real kicker. Throughout this terrible experience, she had a little red rattle in her hand. The rules were very clear beforehand that the experience was to continue as long as she held it. Should she drop it, for whatever the reason, the session is halted. When she dropped it, everything stopped. It was a powerful experience for her because, unlike her rape, she had the power to say no.

This story is important because it not only kindled my interest in the subculture, it sparked the seed that gave this story life. Originally I was going to have everything in one chapter, but the first and second halves were not only long enough to be separated, they were very thematically different. The first is spice, the second is sweet. I did toy with the idea of having it end right where it is and that be the story itself, with some things switched around in order to make a coherent story, but I can’t say for how long I kept that idea. I decided to keep the story as it was currently for quite some time and my memory is not the best.

The real kicker was getting Fluttershy’s thoughts and actions down right. This is the first time I wrote a Fluttershy story, and getting her character down is a little tricky, at least for me. Presentation was more of the problem. I had done enough research into BDSM, so what I needed to do was adapt it. The first step was getting Twilight and Dash into an argument.

Originally I had the story start with Fluttershy right at the front door with a brief bit of exposition as to why she was there. The rest of the story progressed as is with Fluttershy peeking on them like a deer caught in a headlight. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Fluttershy to give in to her base desires and fiddle the bean. My plan was to have the entirety of sex be on the part of Rainbow Dash and Twilight while Fluttershy watches. I wanted to emphasize the shame and confusion of Fluttershy.

This comes back to the central kinda/sorta theme of the story, an introduction into a fetish. Now real life fetish introductions are pretty much never as drastic or explicit as portrayed as here, as that is a literary device and not a reflection of factual events. This story takes place from Fluttershy’s perspective and is thus tainted by her bias. She is completely and utterly unfamiliar with BDSM other than the acronym itself. It’s shocking and disgusting to her.

Here’s where the psychological bridge takes place. She sees her friends doing awful things to each other, but that’s the keyword here. Friends. She sees them during bad things to each other, but knows enough about their mannerisms and preferences that they don’t truly intend to cause each other harm. This dichotomy creates the hook that is supposed to not only get Fluttershy interested in their love play, but the readers as well.

The actual meat of BDSM and its intricacies aren’t touched on here as much as they are in the next chapter. I’ll talk about the relevant ones here of course, but I won’t be getting too in depth. There are two things most important to BDSM. Three if you want to get nitpicky. They are as followed.

1) Communication
2) Trust
3) Consent

The communication aspect takes place prior to the story for RD and Twily, but it’s worth talking about here. Communication is key. Different people have likes and dislikes. Take the events that occur in chapter one. Rainbow Dash and twilight are taking whatever grievances they have with the other and getting into a shouting match. This is followed by a physical fight, and then some aggressive and passionate sex. Before hand they would have to agree what is and is not off limits to say to each other. They may seem like a no brainer, or others something that doesn’t need to be touched upon at all. I assure you it does. Some words and name calling, even said with permission, can be triggers to some people. The actual fight is definitely something that needs to be talked about in the prep phase. Actual injury can occur, especially by those that aren’t sure what they are doing.

Communication isn’t just for the hate sex that occurs here. Let’s talk about you. You walk into a BDSM dungeon. The dungeon master, yes that is a real term applied here, walks up to you, does the greetings, and asks what your interests are and what you are comfortable with. It’s not wise to say it is something that you’ll figure out as things go in the moment.

Do you like to be touched? Called names? Do you mind getting tied up or blindfolded? Will you be needing a safe word? Do you lean towards top or bottom (dominant or submissive)? Any place on your body that should or should not be marked? Do you prefer the crop or the paddle? Wax play? Being rendered completely immobile? Strapons and pegging? Anal, oral, or vaginal?

Here’s one you may not even ask at all.

Are you in it for the sex?

Believe it or not, many BDSM parties and dungeons flat out forbid sex. When pop culture sees weird things and people happy doing them, their first instinct is asking, “Is it a sex thing?” Yes, it can be, but not always. I don’t expect you to know all of this walking in, but hey, that’s why I am here; I enlighten the masses. Communication is key, but for you and your partner’s mental health, safety, and comfort.

Consent can be folded into trust. You of course need to communicate your limits to your partner(s), consent to the finalized docket of events to follow, and trust they will follow it. I am going two for two now and going to upset another preconception about BDSM. The top isn’t in charge of the flow of event, the bottom is. Yes, the angry dominatrix in skintight latex isn’t in charge, the helpless sap trusses up like a sow is.

Here’s the deal. Suppose there’s a paddling between a top and a bottom going on and it’s going too far. Who has the power in this relationshi

Comments

[Cross Lament]

It's always nice to see an author writing with a firm understanding of Safe, Sane, and Consensual BDSM.

[Reader Review]

I came for the stories, but stayed for the well thought out fetish analysis blog posts. XD