Show some respect!

There are times when I honestly wonder where people think they have the right to show off at events as the "Uber-Master".


For instance, at this last SCA event, I was at a particular household which happened to have in it's camp-members a "gentleman" who bears a striking resemblance to the hologram doctor from Star Trek: Voyager. The individual in question was wandering the site with a koosh-ball flogger, and the idea that he was the most topping-est Top in top-dom, and he would prove it to everyone whether they wanted to or not by topping anyone he wanted to.


Mr. "I'm-a-Master-Because-I'm-Hardcore-Like-That" was wandering the site with a blonde woman who seemed to think that being dominant involved biting people she'd never met before as hard as possible while she was drunk, and then offering to do it again...


Fred and I, as I had mentioned earlier, were standing in said encampment, talking with friends, which included a young lady who was barely beginning a teething session on the idea of BDSM. Blonde BullHead decides that she's going to "teach" our young ladyfriend what "real" BDSM is all about right away. While flogging her with the koosh-ball flogger, Blondie continually insists that she turn around to be flogged on the front. When the coaxing (and then demanding) fails, she walks up to the young woman and proceeds to bite her shoulder so hard that it presses into the bone and drops our young friend down to the floor, all the while having her saying "Ow, ow, ow - shit! Ow!" and trying to flinch away.


When Blondie decides to let go and get some air, our young friend got up and cradled said shoulder, shying away from her. Blondie then said, a drunk grin on her face "Now that's what it's like to be topped - I can do that again, if you want...". Young friend declined, at which point, it became apparently a point for Blondie to practically *demand* an opportunity to gnaw off the arm in another attempt at "Domming" her.


Meanwhile, Mr. Uber-maestro decides that he's going to go for another of our friends. Now, please keep in mind that this lovely woman, a dark-haired beauty that Fred occasionally lusts over (much to my amusement), has children and a public job, so cannot go home with major marks on her. Fred had been teasing her gently with metal claws, when Mr. Uber-maestro decides to walk up and the following conversation ensued:


Uber-maestro: May I?

Dark lady: May you what?

Uber-maestro: No, you don't get to ask questions - it's either yes, or no.

Dark lady: Yes or no about what? What are you talking about?

Uber-maestro: (now impatient) Just answer the question - may I? Yes, or no.

Dark lady: Uh, well, I guess yes...


At which point he crams her hair into his fists and forces her head down, then viciously bites the back of her neck, hard enough to cause her to fall to her knees almost immediately. She leaves almost immediately afterwards and, unbeknownst to either Fred or me, is in horrible pain from the bite.


The next morning, around 10 am, I check the young lady's shoulder, only to find that the bite-mark imprint is still there. The lovely dark-haired lady comes by to say her goodbyes (as it's pack-out day) and shows us the bite-mark imprint from Mr. Uber-maestro that's STILL DARKENING because he bit so hard!!!


Of course, sometime during the wee early hours of the morning, he and his blonde lady-friend packed out and left, possibly to avoid the eventual penis-whacking that would ensue for this type of behavior.


I'm sorry - but, ya know - if you really *are* all that and a bag of chips in the world of BDSM and play parties, you have people skills. You have the knowledge and mindset to understand that simply walking up to any old person and just giving the hardest bite in the entire world (or the hardest smack of the whip, or the cruelest tie, etc) without knowing their limits, boundaries, and where they are in their personal journey is not just rude, it's a breach of trust and bad manners.


I ended up going over to the group he'd been camped with, knowing that they knew him outside of this camping event, and told them that he had a week to apologize to the ladies for unbecoming behavior, or his "princess play points" would be summarily pulled and he'd have his pee-pee smacked - by me.


This is also the same little shit who decided to go to another friend of mine's birthday party and leave bruises on her - and she doesn't bruise normally - because he was in a fit of pique. Whatever.


He's going to find really soon that people simply don't want him to touch them - he won't be trusted, he won't be welcome, and he'll be lucky to be invited to tea after I'm through with him.


~M