Teacher’s Pets
I love teaching SM 101. And I hate it, too.
I was struggling with this recently when Max and I were offered a teaching gig. It was a vanilla-but-curious bachelorette party, and the hostess wanted someone to inform/entertain them as they celebrated the impending nuptials. I loved the idea, and the people sounded fun, but as much as I wanted to want to, I just could not get my didactic dick up for it.
I’m always conflicted about teaching intro-level classes. On one hand, it’s rewarding to teach people who don’t know much about what BDSM can be–there is so much to give them. But I’m choked by my own obsessive perfectionism; dominating someone is a kind of performance art, and I’m damn good at it. Part of that is because with an audience of one, I can refine the action from moment to moment, and thus elicit exactly the response that I–and my submissive–want. But trying to give a large and diverse group of people a broad spectrum of kink information in a short span of time frustrates me. I can’t possibly connect personally with each attendee, so I never know if I’m addressing the things they want to know about. I decided I didn’t want to deal with the stress. Max, however, is impervious to these kinds of qualms, so he decided he’d teach the party people as a solo act.
But… when the night of the party rolled around, I decided to tag along with him and be his Lovely Assistant. Not that I would be responsible for teaching anything, you understand. I was simply going to help out a little around the edges.
Of course, it was great. The party guests were a friendly, festive bunch–there were only a dozen people, and with such a small number, we got to interact with them individually. And they were game for everything Max threw out–in no time he had them tying each other into rope-diamond body harnesses and trying on leather bondage hoods and arm restraints. Max took out his single-tail whip, just to show it to them, and one little temptress wiggled her behind at him in the most delightfully provocative way. (Note to her: We sure talked about you afterwards, cutie.) It really reminded me of why I love doing classes. So thanks, party kids, for helping put me back into my “I love teaching SM 101” headspace–even though I wasn’t the one actually teaching you.