Warning; this is not a fun, entertaining graphic encounter story. When I posted the first part of these memoires, I'd meant to enter it under 'non-erotic', as I know it's not what many come here looking for. It showed up under BDSM, and I'm not sure if that's because I pressed some wrong button, somewhere, or if someone along the way thought better of my idea. But, it's probably better, as this is obviously it's primary active audience. Just keep in mind, this is more an offshoot of my how-to material and less an entertaining story.
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I find it's often necessary to distinguish between someone with a dominant nature, and someone who has learned to exercise that nature in a healthy way. Contrary to popular belief, it's my experience that more of the former does not necessarily equate to more of the later. Last time I talked about discovering my nature. And, as I also said last time, my own process of learning this craft in a healthy way began with a community of Goreans.
Also, as I said last time, Gor is a particular protocol of M/s (Master/slave) BDSM with some fairly rigid structures and traditions that were based upon a collection of fantasy novels. I also noted that it's a group that has acquired a bit of a rough reputation.
For the record, I'd like to say that my own mentors were some of the warmest, most understanding, compassionate and responsible people I've ever met in or out of any kink lifestyle. But more to the point, they instilled in me the two keys that remain the cornerstone of my approach to D/s to this day, even though I've long since stopped adhering to that protocol to this day.
The first key was responsibility. I've already written a post on the topic, and it's exactly the point I was started on. Being a dominant meant owning it; everything that happened under your watch, you were accountable for.
The second was the idea I mentioned at the top of this entry. That is the idea of being dominant wasn't just a matter of a nature, but a matter of how productively and responsibly one embraced that nature. Sort of like the old fashioned ideal of 'being a man'; some were better at it than others, and one grew in the process of it.
In fact, as I observed, for them, 'Being a man' and 'Being a dominant' were pretty much synonymous, or were supposed to be. They eagerly embraced gender roles in an archetypal way, like being a man or being a woman was a spiritual path to be cultivated. They did this to such extent that our favorite pastime, as men, was stick fighting. Yes, stick fighting. Have you seen those videos of people dressing up in weird armor and bashing each other with sticks? We did that without the padding. It was a thing, what can I say?
Okay, maybe that part was a bit crazy. But, they embraced their lifestyle to an extent and with a passionate zeal that I've never seen anywhere else. I would probably say to a crazy extent, if there didn't seem so much method to their madness. The proof was in the pudding; these people were a genuinely happy and healthy community.
They were diverse, too. Doctors and lawyers and engineers would be sitting around the fire with bikers and construction workers watching their wives dance. And you wouldn't be able to tell what any of them were from listening to them talk and interact. To them, those other roles were acts they put on when they weren't here, and this was what was real.
They also put their money where their mouth was. Or rather they put their spouses where their lifestyle was. They were, to put it bluntly, the most profoundly polyamorous group of people I've ever come across. And it was not uncommon for men mentoring other men to use each other's wives and girlfriends to 'demonstrate' or offer for practice. And, before you go thinking that they were getting all 'Mormon' with it, these women were as 'into it' as the men, with one often trying to outperform another, and (I kid you not) competitions for play and attention.