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This is a true story that I saw with my own eyes as a young adult.
In the early 2000s in NYC, I visited maybe 2-3 times this S&M-themed bar/restaurant called La Maison de Sade on 23rd street and 6th Avenue. It's key to understand that was basically a kitschy, fake, nearly-Disneyfied version of S&M, if that makes any sense. No one was ever really whipped or beaten. No one seemed to be in any pain, ever. The theme was mostly manifested because tall dom women in leather outfits would walk around with cat of nine tails whips and spout dominatrix-sounding phrases to tourists and drunks. Also, it was right on street level, meaning anyone looking for a beer or burger could have walked in with no awareness of the theme. So this was no underground sex club. It was a street-level bar with an S&M marketing gimmick.
They also had this kind of rack at the front where the dominatrix would tie up volunteers, lightly flip leather straps against them, lightly paddle them, call them something like "worthless scum" and other assorted phrases before letting them go.
On this one particular night, there was a bachelorette party, seemingly quite drunk, and truly loving all the B-movie showmanship. Bachelorette after bachelorette volunteered to be tied up to have a turn as the center of attention. I watched at least three girls go up there, maybe four. With volunteer after volunteer, the sequence was always the same. Volunteer tied up. Volunteer blind folded. Volunteer lightly hit with leather or paddles. Volunteer verbally insulted. Volunteer let go. I wouldn't have had a single friend at the time who wouldn't have found it all utterly harmless. Watching it, I could have easily volunteered myself as part of the fun.
Then a fairly decent-looking young guy volunteers, about my age, early to mid-20s. Just like the girls before, he's tied up with his arms above him, ankles velcro'ed wide, spread-eagle-style, but in a standing position. Just like the girls, he's blindfolded with a massive head wrap above his nose. And just like with the girls, the dom does all the talking about how he's garbage, etc. But then something changes. The dom undoes the button of his blue jeans and un-zips his fly. That's it. Just unbuttoned and unzipped jeans, but still in the same position on his body, and he has underwear on. The bachelorette table goes wild with approval.
The dom goes back to her light leather strapping and verbal routine and everything seems to revert to normal. But then after another minute or two, she instantly pulls down his jeans. Now, his pants are down at his knees, he's standing there in boxer briefs with arms above his head and the upper part of his head remains wrapped in a giant blindfold.
At this point, I'm guessing the average guy is first thinking -- "that could have been me." After seeing the "tie up" routine so many times with the girls, it would have been normal to assume you knew exactly what you were signing up for. No one would have seen this "take his pants down" change in script coming. But the second thing the average guy is thinking might be -- "okay, so what if people see my in my underwear?" Big deal, right? How different is it from getting out of a pool with a clingy bathing suit on? No big deal.
What comes next is the Dom starts giving him little pokes. Little squeezes. Little rubs. Little pats. It seems that some of the touches were designed as poking tickles, but other touches were more like tiny massages. Of course, she's still calling him names, but has now started this poke, squeeze and rub routine that's repeating. The guy starts to get a chubby that is clearly apparent to everyone. The bachelorettes go even crazier with laughing, applause, shouts of suggestions -- and they seem most amused by telling each other how the insulting language is turning him on. But of course that's just the theater of it. It was obvious to me that the touches were turning him on; the S&M talk was just the stage show.
Before long, his chubby had turned into a complete, full-on, 100% erection -- under his boxer briefs, keep in mind -- but still unmistakable to anyone in the room. The bachelorettes are now berzerk. Finally, once it's clear that the guy can't possibly get any harder and the girls couldn't laugh and scream any more, she unties him and let's him pull up his pants, to a great ovation from the crowd. I remember wanting to see his face the moment he pulled off the blindfold, to see if he'd be happy to get all that attention, or more like mortified. He seemed mortified.
I remember thinking afterward how almost brilliantly evil that dominatrix was in the way she structured this humiliation. Think of it. First of all, while "no means no," he never screamed "no," or to be let go. Why? Well for starters, he was already being laughed at for being dominated and he probably thought a display of panic would have gotten him even more of the mockery he was trying to minimize. Instead, he was probably actually trying to keep it together, assuming like I would have that each phase of it -- the tying up, the unbuttoning of the pants, the pants drop -- would be the last phase. And then by the time he started to get a hard on, he was too confused and overwhelmed to even know what to do. After all, keep in mind he wasn't abducted to be in this show -- he literally volunteered to be tied up at an "S&M" club. The fact that "the show" suddenly changed as soon as it was a guy volunteer probably didn't mean much to him at the moment, since he kind of asked to be the subject of a dominatrix's humiliation.
So is this a non-con story? I don't know; you decide. He did volunteer. What I can say is that I'm just honestly reporting the facts as I observed them. And no one was underage.
I'll also say that I'll never forget it.
Post-script. In case you're doubting my story... Apparently in October of 2000 that same bar's liquor license was suspended after a dominatrix took off her panties and shoved them in the mouth of not just a customer -- but get this -- the mouth of an investigator. I kid you not. Read it here.
In the early 2000s in NYC, I visited maybe 2-3 times this S&M-themed bar/restaurant called La Maison de Sade on 23rd street and 6th Avenue. It's key to understand that was basically a kitschy, fake, nearly-Disneyfied version of S&M, if that makes any sense. No one was ever really whipped or beaten. No one seemed to be in any pain, ever. The theme was mostly manifested because tall dom women in leather outfits would walk around with cat of nine tails whips and spout dominatrix-sounding phrases to tourists and drunks. Also, it was right on street level, meaning anyone looking for a beer or burger could have walked in with no awareness of the theme. So this was no underground sex club. It was a street-level bar with an S&M marketing gimmick.
They also had this kind of rack at the front where the dominatrix would tie up volunteers, lightly flip leather straps against them, lightly paddle them, call them something like "worthless scum" and other assorted phrases before letting them go.
On this one particular night, there was a bachelorette party, seemingly quite drunk, and truly loving all the B-movie showmanship. Bachelorette after bachelorette volunteered to be tied up to have a turn as the center of attention. I watched at least three girls go up there, maybe four. With volunteer after volunteer, the sequence was always the same. Volunteer tied up. Volunteer blind folded. Volunteer lightly hit with leather or paddles. Volunteer verbally insulted. Volunteer let go. I wouldn't have had a single friend at the time who wouldn't have found it all utterly harmless. Watching it, I could have easily volunteered myself as part of the fun.
Then a fairly decent-looking young guy volunteers, about my age, early to mid-20s. Just like the girls before, he's tied up with his arms above him, ankles velcro'ed wide, spread-eagle-style, but in a standing position. Just like the girls, he's blindfolded with a massive head wrap above his nose. And just like with the girls, the dom does all the talking about how he's garbage, etc. But then something changes. The dom undoes the button of his blue jeans and un-zips his fly. That's it. Just unbuttoned and unzipped jeans, but still in the same position on his body, and he has underwear on. The bachelorette table goes wild with approval.
The dom goes back to her light leather strapping and verbal routine and everything seems to revert to normal. But then after another minute or two, she instantly pulls down his jeans. Now, his pants are down at his knees, he's standing there in boxer briefs with arms above his head and the upper part of his head remains wrapped in a giant blindfold.
At this point, I'm guessing the average guy is first thinking -- "that could have been me." After seeing the "tie up" routine so many times with the girls, it would have been normal to assume you knew exactly what you were signing up for. No one would have seen this "take his pants down" change in script coming. But the second thing the average guy is thinking might be -- "okay, so what if people see my in my underwear?" Big deal, right? How different is it from getting out of a pool with a clingy bathing suit on? No big deal.
What comes next is the Dom starts giving him little pokes. Little squeezes. Little rubs. Little pats. It seems that some of the touches were designed as poking tickles, but other touches were more like tiny massages. Of course, she's still calling him names, but has now started this poke, squeeze and rub routine that's repeating. The guy starts to get a chubby that is clearly apparent to everyone. The bachelorettes go even crazier with laughing, applause, shouts of suggestions -- and they seem most amused by telling each other how the insulting language is turning him on. But of course that's just the theater of it. It was obvious to me that the touches were turning him on; the S&M talk was just the stage show.
Before long, his chubby had turned into a complete, full-on, 100% erection -- under his boxer briefs, keep in mind -- but still unmistakable to anyone in the room. The bachelorettes are now berzerk. Finally, once it's clear that the guy can't possibly get any harder and the girls couldn't laugh and scream any more, she unties him and let's him pull up his pants, to a great ovation from the crowd. I remember wanting to see his face the moment he pulled off the blindfold, to see if he'd be happy to get all that attention, or more like mortified. He seemed mortified.
I remember thinking afterward how almost brilliantly evil that dominatrix was in the way she structured this humiliation. Think of it. First of all, while "no means no," he never screamed "no," or to be let go. Why? Well for starters, he was already being laughed at for being dominated and he probably thought a display of panic would have gotten him even more of the mockery he was trying to minimize. Instead, he was probably actually trying to keep it together, assuming like I would have that each phase of it -- the tying up, the unbuttoning of the pants, the pants drop -- would be the last phase. And then by the time he started to get a hard on, he was too confused and overwhelmed to even know what to do. After all, keep in mind he wasn't abducted to be in this show -- he literally volunteered to be tied up at an "S&M" club. The fact that "the show" suddenly changed as soon as it was a guy volunteer probably didn't mean much to him at the moment, since he kind of asked to be the subject of a dominatrix's humiliation.
So is this a non-con story? I don't know; you decide. He did volunteer. What I can say is that I'm just honestly reporting the facts as I observed them. And no one was underage.
I'll also say that I'll never forget it.
Post-script. In case you're doubting my story... Apparently in October of 2000 that same bar's liquor license was suspended after a dominatrix took off her panties and shoved them in the mouth of not just a customer -- but get this -- the mouth of an investigator. I kid you not. Read it here.
