Rubber & Bondage Take Out
It was a strange day not so long ago in San Francisco. I was driving around in full fetish costume with my slave of the day (www.AskSubmissann.com) . She was positioned next to me in Mark's car awaiting transport to an undisclosed destination. This was going to be where we put ourselves on public display. I had her well suited in latex and locked her up in a bondage fiddle from Rigid Cuffs, (www.Cuff24.com). It was like I was on this bizarre trip where I just hopped in the car, as casual as ever, to go grab some Fast Fetish Take Out, no big deal right? I imagined driving up to the order window shouting my order, "I'll have one order of Bondage Belts with double Discipline Nipple Clamps... oh, and make sure you throw in a side of Lycra Hoods. My friend here will take a large Ball Gag and an Inflatable anal Plug... Uh, yes... you can super size that,", just some food for thought. I am just waiting for the day that I can get all the fetish items I am craving from a drive up window. That would be incredible.
The whole concept of doing a driving fetish photo shoot in San Francisco came to me by way of Mark Burnley from Serious Images (www.SeriousImages.com) He called me to discuss what I thought was a very strange yet very cool request. He wanted me to come by his studio in full rubber and take one of his visiting slaves for a public session out on the "Streets of San Francisco." It was not until I met Mark back in 2006 that I started doing much fetish work outside. He introduced me to stepping out beyond my late evening party ventures to full blown middle of the day rubber, fetish and bondage sessions.
So naturally, I had no problem accommodating Mark's request. I adorned and dressed myself and got right over. With some quick direction and my slave in tow, we drove all over SF; starting at the Serious Bondage Headquarters, stopping by Mr. S., and then ending up in the hills near the Golden Gate Bridge. It was getting cold but we were able to get the shots we needed and had a super fun day. There was more than one photographer that day, as 'normal" people ran for their cameras from their office buildings and cars as we made our rounds. I wonder where those photos ended up; at least a water cooler conversation for some.
I don't know how many of you fantasize about putting your kink out there for public display, but I can tell you that I enjoy it thoroughly. I do not like limiting myself to perverse expression only within the confines of 4-walls. Certainly there is an appropriate time and a place for everything and I get that. I do not ever intend to offend anyone. I refrain from anything I would deem explicit and I have no desire to ruin any little kidlets mind with displays of things that cannot be "unseen." Things must always be done responsibly. In reality, the idea of taking my sexual fetish work outside does not seem so good when one considers it is public domain. It does leave you wide open for ridicule, errors and judgment. A lot of things that may not be weird to me are most clearly not the norm for the general public. Even though it can be embarrassing and problematic, I believe the thrill is well worth it. As long as you are cautious, careful and respectful to others I believe exploring your fetish life away from home can be very rewarding.
Going back in time now, I still remember my first time stepping out of a car in Los Angeles while wearing a fetish inspired rubber ensemble. I believe I was attending the Los Angeles Fetish Ball, maybe 1996 or 1997? At that time I had not ventured out much with my fetish life. I had not been to any fetish clubs or events. I think when the cab pulled up to the event location I paid the driver and ran from the cab door to the entrance door. I was so afraid to be there. I wondered if I was going to be embarrassed, ridiculed or even worse. Would I be laughed at by the normal people on the street? What if I did not fit in once inside? My mind was reeling with negative possibilities.
The counterpoints to all that fear was quite a positive experience. Looking back now, I was rewarded for my bravery in the form of an intense thrill and rush. If nothing else, I was engaged and excited. By going forward and conquering my fear I was able to go outside... thus getting inside my first step to taking my fetish life out of the bedroom. That night was really a unique experience. I enjoyed the best fetish social of my life (at that time anyway). With the snap of my fingers I was inside a gorgeous Goth inspired building, surrounded by endless amounts of stimulus. There were kinky people walking everywhere. The sheer number of fetishists was creating a powerful electricity. There was also the beat of the scene music. Nothing but sex charged anthems on that night, filling my head relentlessly. It was so intoxicating at times. All that rubber, leather and bizarre costuming was a sight. I was such a rookie at that time and was strictly a submissive. My only real experience was with bondage and discipline at home. I knew very little of all that was going on outside my front door. I realized that in an instant, everything had changed for me. My street anxiety, controlled fear and nervousness switched to sheer awe and bewilderment. It was wonderful. I was surrounded by like minded fetish people wandering through their alternative community. All these people seemed to be enjoying the same brand of sexuality as I was. Not long after being welcomed inside, I was comfortable in my own rubber skin once again. In reality, as great as that feeling was, there was still a bit of disappointment.
What I realized later that evening, was that not at any moment the rest of the night did I feel as excited as when I was outside stepping out of the cab to get into the party. Outside I felt as if I were amongst the wolves of society, ready to attack me at any moment. There is a certain charge that cannot be matched when you are afraid. I liken it to being strapped down in severe bondage, waiting for your Mistress or Master to flick you with their crop in the most sensitive of places. Will it be harsh and painful or just kiss your skin with the faintest of touch? Either way, it does not really matter (but I secretly always hope for the pain so I can regret it.) When there is some true fear and trepidation you are most certainly engaged in the moment. That is why I like and enjoy venturing outside now and then. When we are amongst like minded friends on the inside where everything we do becomes normal you may discover it suddenly is normal. I do not always like that.
Comfortable is not always my cup of tea. I want to be deeply engaged and real in the moments of any fetish experience that I am having. Sometimes taking it out into the "normal" world now and then keeps me remembering what a delightfully strange sexual fetish I have. It keeps me fresh and dispels my own fear that maybe I am becoming to normal. We all need to keep our senses on high alert. That is probably half the reason we do what we do. Our fetish goes so far beyond sex so why not experiment more? Try venturing out to a party or event for starters. Get dressed at home and take a cab there. At the very least it will be interesting. Taking things outside of your normal routine could be very exciting once in awhile. You might like it more then you think. You are a fetishist after all, right?
XOXO
Gwen
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