A Master Speaks on Safe, Sane, and Consensual BDSM
A Master Speaks on Safe, Sane & Consensual BDSM
by Master Achai Jefferson
aka MasterNigger
My friend, walk with me down this path....
You and I meet at a MAsT meeting. We seem to have some connection and we sit together. We watch several demonstrations. As we talk, I agree that safe, sane and consensual is the watchword for any activity. I say of course I would never beat someone on the lower back. Of course, I would only pierce someone with sterilized needles. Of course, I would never put a plastic bag over someone's head and watch as they stop breathing. Of course I would never use a knife to cut off someone's nipple, or dick or balls. Of course, I would never.... And, most importantly to so many, of course I will respect your safe word.
You hear me say all of this and you know it is OK to work with me because, after all, I have told you I accept the safe, sane and consensual construct as the bounds for any work you and I do together. So, you accept my invitation to come to my dungeon. I strip you. I gag you. I blindfold you. I hood you. I tie you up. I would suggest to you, my friend, that all of your trust in safe, sane and consensual and in safewords, has just gone out the window. Rather than relying on SS&C and on safewords, you should have spent time getting to know me and evaluating whether you can trust me -- because with you in this position, I can now do anything I damned well please -- and I can be as unsafe, as insane as I want and you have no ability to consent at all. And when you use that all-important safe word, I can just laugh.
Any submissive who relies on a community standard of safe, sane and consensual -- and any community that tells submissives that this standard is adequate as long as the submissive seeks out a Master who adheres to it -- is being neither safe, nor sane. And to consent on this basis is simply foolishness.
Trust in someone who has earned your trust, is the only thing that will protect a submissive or a slave.
Walk with me down another path....
You are tied spread-eagle in my dungeon. You are hooded, gagged, tied tight. Clamps are on your nipples. Weights hanging from your balls. I have been working you, slowly and methodically increasing your pain as you can take a little more here and a little more there. I have been flogging you and you have moved from screams to moans to trying to spread your back out more so I have more area to flog. Your head begins to roll from side to side. Your body relaxes and slumps. Your moans turn into a continuous, guttural, animal growl, punctuated by high piercing humming, then back to the growling. You are almost there. I can tell. I want to take you there. You are on the verge of flying so fucking high. Your cock is hard. My cock is hard. You have given yourself over to me. I have gratefully taken you. And we are about to become one in a flight that two men seldom share.
I know it will take a single tail to take you there -- to take us there. I look at my single tails. I reach for one. But....you have told me you will not consent to a single tail. Single tails can break the skin. Single tails can draw blood. You have told me you do not think blood is safe. You have told me you do not think it is sane to do anything you think it is unsafe. You have denied me your consent to use that single tail on you. I agreed to it because I follow the rules of safe, sane and consensual and I am a man of my word. And so, as much as I want to use that single tail and as much as I know that single tail will bind us as one on a journey that is beyond description, I don't take the whip into my hands. Rather, I slowly ease you down from the experience you are having -- an experience that could have been so much more -- and we end it all.
We have played by the safe, sane and consensual rules -- and they have denied each other of an exquisite and profound experience simply because someone somewhere, some community, set some standard, that said it is more important to play by their rules than it is to make our own.
Safe, sane and consensual is little more than the codification of the submissives' fears -- allowing those fears to determine the limits of what a Dominant and a submissive are allowed to do. While I respect such fears and I will work to eliminate them, I will not be limited by them. SS&C has done more to destroy the raw, animal intimacy which two men can experience through BDSM than anything else I have seen in my experience. The moment a submissive raises the specter of SS&C (or RACK,as Bear mentioned in another post) as the basis for working with me, I find a way to nicely extricate myself from him because it is clear to me that his fears are more important to him than learning to trust me and turning himself over to me and getting past his fears.
Trust is the glue which binds all of us together in what we do. Trust is what makes our experiences what they are. The submissive must trust me and I must trust the submissive. Give me trust and I can take us to places neither of us can anticipate. Give me SS&C and we might as well go on a ride at Disney World where the engineers have made sure we will feel faux excitement while never really experiencing real life.
aka MasterNigger
My friend, walk with me down this path....
You and I meet at a MAsT meeting. We seem to have some connection and we sit together. We watch several demonstrations. As we talk, I agree that safe, sane and consensual is the watchword for any activity. I say of course I would never beat someone on the lower back. Of course, I would only pierce someone with sterilized needles. Of course, I would never put a plastic bag over someone's head and watch as they stop breathing. Of course I would never use a knife to cut off someone's nipple, or dick or balls. Of course, I would never.... And, most importantly to so many, of course I will respect your safe word.
You hear me say all of this and you know it is OK to work with me because, after all, I have told you I accept the safe, sane and consensual construct as the bounds for any work you and I do together. So, you accept my invitation to come to my dungeon. I strip you. I gag you. I blindfold you. I hood you. I tie you up. I would suggest to you, my friend, that all of your trust in safe, sane and consensual and in safewords, has just gone out the window. Rather than relying on SS&C and on safewords, you should have spent time getting to know me and evaluating whether you can trust me -- because with you in this position, I can now do anything I damned well please -- and I can be as unsafe, as insane as I want and you have no ability to consent at all. And when you use that all-important safe word, I can just laugh.
Any submissive who relies on a community standard of safe, sane and consensual -- and any community that tells submissives that this standard is adequate as long as the submissive seeks out a Master who adheres to it -- is being neither safe, nor sane. And to consent on this basis is simply foolishness.
Trust in someone who has earned your trust, is the only thing that will protect a submissive or a slave.
Walk with me down another path....
You are tied spread-eagle in my dungeon. You are hooded, gagged, tied tight. Clamps are on your nipples. Weights hanging from your balls. I have been working you, slowly and methodically increasing your pain as you can take a little more here and a little more there. I have been flogging you and you have moved from screams to moans to trying to spread your back out more so I have more area to flog. Your head begins to roll from side to side. Your body relaxes and slumps. Your moans turn into a continuous, guttural, animal growl, punctuated by high piercing humming, then back to the growling. You are almost there. I can tell. I want to take you there. You are on the verge of flying so fucking high. Your cock is hard. My cock is hard. You have given yourself over to me. I have gratefully taken you. And we are about to become one in a flight that two men seldom share.
I know it will take a single tail to take you there -- to take us there. I look at my single tails. I reach for one. But....you have told me you will not consent to a single tail. Single tails can break the skin. Single tails can draw blood. You have told me you do not think blood is safe. You have told me you do not think it is sane to do anything you think it is unsafe. You have denied me your consent to use that single tail on you. I agreed to it because I follow the rules of safe, sane and consensual and I am a man of my word. And so, as much as I want to use that single tail and as much as I know that single tail will bind us as one on a journey that is beyond description, I don't take the whip into my hands. Rather, I slowly ease you down from the experience you are having -- an experience that could have been so much more -- and we end it all.
We have played by the safe, sane and consensual rules -- and they have denied each other of an exquisite and profound experience simply because someone somewhere, some community, set some standard, that said it is more important to play by their rules than it is to make our own.
Safe, sane and consensual is little more than the codification of the submissives' fears -- allowing those fears to determine the limits of what a Dominant and a submissive are allowed to do. While I respect such fears and I will work to eliminate them, I will not be limited by them. SS&C has done more to destroy the raw, animal intimacy which two men can experience through BDSM than anything else I have seen in my experience. The moment a submissive raises the specter of SS&C (or RACK,as Bear mentioned in another post) as the basis for working with me, I find a way to nicely extricate myself from him because it is clear to me that his fears are more important to him than learning to trust me and turning himself over to me and getting past his fears.
Trust is the glue which binds all of us together in what we do. Trust is what makes our experiences what they are. The submissive must trust me and I must trust the submissive. Give me trust and I can take us to places neither of us can anticipate. Give me SS&C and we might as well go on a ride at Disney World where the engineers have made sure we will feel faux excitement while never really experiencing real life.