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A table on the stage, filled with glinting stainless steel implements and latex gloves and disposable hypodermic syringe boxes. It’s the last meeting of the BDSM group this year, and the topic is medical fetish.<\/p>\n
There’s a particularly normal looking dude on the stage telling us all about how to conduct a successful medical play scene. (If you’re new to the world of D\/s or S&M or BDSM as its variously known, a “play scene” is what you do when you’re engaging in BDSM sex. Although, that’s not entirely right, cos it doesn’t necessarily involve sex.)<\/p>\n
He’s showing us a catheter. “I have to say this,” he says, “before any of you rush out and buy a catheter. You HAVE to be trained to do this properly! Don’t do it if you’re not trained!!! Okay?” He goes on to explain how the catheter has a little balloon in the tip. “See you stick this down the urethra, into the bladder. Then you inflate the balloon like this.” He pumps a little rubber bulb, and the balloon becomes visible. “And now, the catheter can’t come out, and your partner has ABSOLUTELY no bladder control. Now if you just clamp it with forceps like this, and put a little padlock over the clamp, you’re the one who decides when your partner goes to the toilet.”<\/p>\n
Sheesh. That would just piss me off.<\/p>\n
Then he talks about enemas, and shows us a more menacing apparatus. Also with a balloon on the end. “You can easily fill someone’s colon with about two litres of water. For beginners, that’s a safe limit. More, and your sub is getting VERY uncomfortable. But if you’re experienced in this, you can get up to about four litres. Use cool water if you want your sub to have severe cramps.”<\/p>\n
“Question,” I say. I’m on the side of the room, away from the smokers. My shaven head is glinting in the light of the bare bulb just behind me.<\/p>\n
He nods at me, squinting into the stagelight trained on him. All eyes are on me.<\/p>\n
“Okay, so you’ve got four litres of water in your sub’s colon, and it’s being held in by that little balloon on the end, yeah? What happens to all that water when you want to take the enema OUT?”<\/p>\n
There’s a moment of silence in the room as people contemplate the question. And then a few people start pissing themselves laughing. And the dude on the stage seems to assume that my particular kink has to do with taking showers in anal matter. He gives me a weak smile, as if to say, hey, whatever turns you on, pal, and says, “The fluid comes OUT with the enema. And if you’re in the way, it’s coming out all over you.”<\/p>\n
The laughter spreads to the whole room, and the dude has to raise a speculum to get silence back. And then he shows us how to use a speculum. And there’s a type of speculum for the anus as well. Which he opens up menacingly. And then he jabs a needle through a woman’s arm, and then another needle, and another. And the informative part of the moot is over. <\/p>\n
Now it’s schmoozetime.<\/p>\n
There is serious babeage in the room. She’s got bright red dyed hair. She’s Russian. And she’s quite possibly the most erotic object I’ve ever had the pleasure of gagging. <\/p>\n
And the reason I have the pleasure of doing that is that Pern, the lady who sells fetish gear, has brought a whole lot of rope for me to make Turks Head ball gags out of, for her to sell. (Buy her high-quality, handmade fetish gear at http:\/\/www.pern.co.za<\/a>. Yummy. Amazing stuff.)<\/p>\n I’ve just finished making a ball gag, and I want to know from a sub how big it should be, and whether or not the texture is acceptable. Karen cannot have a cloth or rope gag in her mouth. It just freaks out her nervous system. She needs rubber. But both Pern and the Russian are hot for this.<\/p>\n The Russian babe is wearing a restraint harness made by Pern. It’s leather. It holds her arms behind her back in a most uncomfortable and compromising position. And it makes her helpless.<\/p>\n “Is it all right with your Dom for me to put this gag in your mouth?” I say to her.<\/p>\n “Please wait till I’m out of the harness,” she says.<\/p>\n “Would you like me to help remove the harness?”<\/p>\n “Yes please.”<\/p>\n It’s an unbelievable piece of gear. Smooth as anything. Buckles in the right places. Adaptable. This is the type of thing that makes me glad I’ve learned about the side of me that loves bondage. And it’s just a treat looking at her pert breasts and tiny waist. I ask Pern how much it costs. “R800,” she says.<\/p>\n I hold the gag up, and move it in front of her mouth. “It’s against the rules,” she says, and takes it from me. She pops it in her mouth.<\/p>\n “Shall I hold it for you?” I say.<\/p>\n She nods. And I tighten the ropes behind her head. And she flinches and closes her eyes, and goes deep into subspace. I hold her like that for a few seconds.<\/p>\n “Ready for me to let go?” I ask.<\/p>\n She nods.<\/p>\n “Wow!” she says, when I release the gag. It’s full of spit, and she’s panting. “Wow!”<\/p>\n “Why is it against the rules?” I ask.<\/p>\n “Well, it’s my rules,” she says, her accent thick. “I’m actually terrified of being gagged. Terrified.” And she fixes me with a heart-melting, boner-reinforcing coquettish smile.<\/p>\n