THE VERY VERY FIRST RELIGION PLAY SCENE IN CHICAGO
at least as far as the public het scene is concerned
Kathleen had a serious religion fetish. A very very serious religion fetish. She really, honestly felt that she needed to be punished for her sins. This created a bit of a strain in our relationship because while I could play the role of the disciplinarian preacher, my heart really was not into it because in my cosmology there is literally no such thing as spiritual wrongdoing, therefore there are no sins to punish.
Well that did not deter us from having some fun so in April, 1994, at a CDG party at the Hellfire Club facility in Chicago, we arrived with me in my clerical collar (I actually am an ordained Gnostic priest) and her, ultimately, in nothing because at parties her clothes came off as soon as we arrived and did not go back on until we left, and sometimes (weather permitting) not even then.
Now, the Hellfire facility is an old American Legion hall with a huge social area downstairs and an equally large dungeon upstairs. Yes, they built it backwards but what do you expect from gays. As soon as we walked into the social area, there were people that freaked. I mean they went into shock, stunned silence.
It was priceless!!
But it got better.
We went upstairs to play and I tied her naked body to a cross and did a full, Latin, exorcism ritual on her, complete with crosses and holy water, while flogging her. The folks downstairs, particularly one really obnoxious middle-aged drunk and his totally ugly, hideous wife-person, just stayed there, did not go upstairs to play, did not even talk very much.
Kathleen was in her glory, buck naked in front of people having demons beat out of her and I was indulging in my favorite kink—shocking the hell out of people!
I think we even lost a few members after that, but hell, we don’t want people who take religion seriously around anyway. They’re about as welcome as a skunk at a garden party.
Kathleen and I did the religion thing a number of times after that, usually my hearing her confession and then beating her, the last time a few years back at Galleria Domain when Mrs. Dagger and I crucified her on Good Friday. And now there is a nice, young couple who dress up in the clothes but that seems as far as they go with it and no one is particularly bothered by them. They are just too, well, nice.
Nothing, at least to me, will ever match that night when we put the old drunk and his wife into non-consensual religious bondage.
Those WERE the good old days.
at least as far as the public het scene is concerned
Kathleen had a serious religion fetish. A very very serious religion fetish. She really, honestly felt that she needed to be punished for her sins. This created a bit of a strain in our relationship because while I could play the role of the disciplinarian preacher, my heart really was not into it because in my cosmology there is literally no such thing as spiritual wrongdoing, therefore there are no sins to punish.
Well that did not deter us from having some fun so in April, 1994, at a CDG party at the Hellfire Club facility in Chicago, we arrived with me in my clerical collar (I actually am an ordained Gnostic priest) and her, ultimately, in nothing because at parties her clothes came off as soon as we arrived and did not go back on until we left, and sometimes (weather permitting) not even then.
Now, the Hellfire facility is an old American Legion hall with a huge social area downstairs and an equally large dungeon upstairs. Yes, they built it backwards but what do you expect from gays. As soon as we walked into the social area, there were people that freaked. I mean they went into shock, stunned silence.
It was priceless!!
But it got better.
We went upstairs to play and I tied her naked body to a cross and did a full, Latin, exorcism ritual on her, complete with crosses and holy water, while flogging her. The folks downstairs, particularly one really obnoxious middle-aged drunk and his totally ugly, hideous wife-person, just stayed there, did not go upstairs to play, did not even talk very much.
Kathleen was in her glory, buck naked in front of people having demons beat out of her and I was indulging in my favorite kink—shocking the hell out of people!
I think we even lost a few members after that, but hell, we don’t want people who take religion seriously around anyway. They’re about as welcome as a skunk at a garden party.
Kathleen and I did the religion thing a number of times after that, usually my hearing her confession and then beating her, the last time a few years back at Galleria Domain when Mrs. Dagger and I crucified her on Good Friday. And now there is a nice, young couple who dress up in the clothes but that seems as far as they go with it and no one is particularly bothered by them. They are just too, well, nice.
Nothing, at least to me, will ever match that night when we put the old drunk and his wife into non-consensual religious bondage.
Those WERE the good old days.