Last week I had my first experience with BDSM (for those of you unfamiliar with the seedier side of the sexual underworld but too lazy to click on the link, this stands for bondage & discipline/sadomasochism). Since, as I’ve mentioned many times, I enjoy being told what to do in bed, it made sense to follow that preference to the logical extreme.
When the relevant part of the encounter—which I quite enjoyed, though I don’t think I’ll be pursuing this as a lifestyle choice—was over, my partner removed my blindfold and I saw that the room I was in was filled almost to overflowing with Star Wars paraphernalia.
There was a poster on the door saying “Welcome to Coruscant!”
All I could think was, I wonder whether he spent more on the leather with which he tied me up or on the Star Wars figures.
Except of course I knew the answer.
Well…at least it wasn’t star TREK! That would be far worse…think of the problems with communication you’d have conversing in Clingon…
oh! or is it Klingon (i’m sort of glad i don’t know how to spell it acutally!) ?
yar if it was klingon(correct spelling) then you would have had some REAL BDSM 😉
I once dated someone who had the Star Trek Enterprise framed in his living room. It made my heart sink when I first saw it, like some ominous sign that signaled the end of the world.
It wasn’t actually the presence of Star Wars paraphernalia that bothered me; I like a good Jango Fett as much as the next guy. It was the juxtaposition of a foot-tall Count Dooku with the (mildly) spiked collar I was wearing that I found so unnerving.
Hrm, Did you get chained up like Princess Lea? (You know, when she was totally slaved by Jaba the Hut) I mean, that’d be really kinky… And the metal bra… and….
Okay the images I am getting right now….too disturbing for words
I read this and had to comment: I was once faced with the dilemma of a one night stand with a guy who had a staggering (literally) Star Trek collection. At the time I thought it funny, but now I think it’s a little creepy. Hindsight…