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Episode one 65 Happenings Volume two Kings and fetishise part one. What if you were a blind dominatrix? I remember at the age of four, having my first proper conversation regarding my vision with my parents and not really having an understanding of what blindness meant. I was still happy go lucky, I didn't understand that this was supposed to be some big thing that was going to change my outlook on life, it was going to change how people treated me. It was just another one of those things that I kind of shrugged off as a kid and went back to continue.

It wasn't until I started school that I realized that I wasn't like other kids. I wasn't able to see what teachers were pointing out on the whiteboard. I wasn't able to keep up in soccer, softball and more often than not, I'd end up getting a hit in the face with balls and just not having a fun time, which led to me being quite isolated in school.

It seemed at that point that all of these other kids had an understanding of what my blindness meant better than I did, and I was the person who headed. It led to me not having a great deal of friends growing up in primary school and throughout my schooling, which led to a lot of bullying and a lot of isolation.

That point, in very technical terms, I had already lost 90 percent of what is classified as normal vision, I only had 10 percent of what normal people have left at the age of five. Everything was blurry, everything was whitewashed. I could barely look down my arm and see my hand that I. I have this really strange concept when I was young, that my vision would progressively improve as I got older. My brain thought this is the only logical explanation of why adults in my life can see all this stuff.

But I've got no idea what they're talking about.

It wasn't until starting school that I realized all of my peers had the same level of vision as these adults in my life, and I didn't and it confused me and I didn't necessarily have an understanding of why I was the only one with this level of vision purely because of something out of my control versus something that would progressively improve with age. The world then felt almost like a pop up picture, but everything had this haze of white. Everything was blurred out and whitewashed and it's unsettling you you don't necessarily have a concept of who's around you at that point.

You don't necessarily have a concept of what's going on in your surroundings. And unless people are actively engaging with you in that space, it feels really empty. It feels really lonely. I don't have a concept of how I could engage with other people my own age. I didn't understand how to interact. I didn't understand how I could just be a kid and explore these new environments alongside my peers without additional help.

And that's the main reason that I got targeted for bullying quite a bit. I was a very angry kid when I first started coming to terms with blindness and how I was actually the only one who was facing these challenges.

I spent a lot of time being angry in my own head. I resented the people who picked on me. To try and cope with some of the social skills and other situations, I was introduced to riding horses therapy to try and get me some social skills with at least another being that could even me out. But during my school days, I used to spend a lot of time sitting alone in my own head plotting my revenge against these people.

I find my imagination makes up for my inability to visually see the world through these pictures, and it makes me feel a lot more connected to my ideas and my thoughts and the world in general.

Even if I think about sitting in a car, the texture, the seats underneath your whites, the details of the seat belt across your chest, the sound of the engine, I begin to feel and almost mentally hear all of these sounds and textural experiences that you'd expect from having your eyes shut and a car even just thinking about sitting in a car. I can already feel my body slightly rocking with the motion of being in a motor vehicle with the sound of the engine sitting in my ear.

One of my first fully fleshed out fantasies for dealing with bullies was very much tying these bullies up to the trees, so feeling filling the back of the trees as I run this rope around the trees to try and tie up these kids who had picked on me throughout the entirety of my schooling. Turning the tables and for once, for once, being in the powerful position where I wasn't the one getting beaten up against a tree, I wasn't the one having my glasses broken, I wasn't the blind kid.

Some of those trees were the beginning of a lot of the vulnerability that I feel on a day to day basis, so I'd reframe it and a lot of these fantasies took place in the dark because what decisive people fear more than the dark.

At that age, it was a very stalker's behavior, waiting to hear these people come into the dark or walk past these trees at the time and me actually having the upper hand by knowing how to move quietly.

So I was able to sneak up on these people. I was able to get the upper hand and was able to just quickly tie and gag these people to the tree. And for four or five or six year old, that's quite strange.

All of a sudden, me with my blindness, who doesn't need sight, already had so much of a better advantage in these spaces because sighted people don't necessarily have to mentally map out where they are in a room where they are in a general place.

But I have that information all mentally mapped out in my head.

So suddenly I didn't magically gain my vision, my bullies lost theirs, it became a power swing in my favor for once. Being able to get away with tying bodies to a tree, with just being able to gag them and blatantly ignore them, that sounded amazing to me at the time. And still, a large part of me still finds that amazing when I think about people in my life who sometimes really wish they'd just shut up. As I got through my primary school years and started secondary school, I started having more and more and more vivid thoughts alongside the fantasy that I got.

I do darker things to victims in my imagination. As I got a little bit older, all of these thoughts and fantasies across the board, they evolved my fantasies began showing up in a lot more sexually driven detail. I had experience a lot of these sensations through my own body. I began to experience a sexual drive at that age and started playing around with that and figuring out why my body was reacting in this way to some of those themes. At this age, I I didn't want to tell anybody, I was afraid to tell anybody because I was raised in a private Christian Anglican school.

So I never I never had the confidence to write it down. I never typed it out. So it was all very much in my own head. When you spend your entirety of your schooling in an Anglican Christian private school that was also a girls only private school you're in forced to be this very traditional, good, obedient young person. About halfway through my secondary schooling, I was told at the age of 14 that I was showing signs of losing my vision.

All of a sudden, my 10 per cent remaining vision didn't seem that scary anymore because, oh my gosh, I'm losing more, what I just found a range of skills to help me cope with the vision that I already had left.

Now, getting the bombshell of you're going to have to learn more skills because we we're pretty sure you're losing your vision.

So I continue to be really angry at the world, I continue to go, well, what's the point of any of us? Because I'm just going to end up blinda and I don't know how much more I'm going to lose.

I started therapy at 14 and have been continuing with therapy to help manage my vision loss and manage my feelings towards my vision loss, to see if I could find some sort of emotional coping skill or some sort of way that I could get these intense feelings out in a safer manner than just yelling at people and just giving up. During that time with the therapist is when these vivid imaginations and these fantasies about tying people up or stalking or hunting people with knives came up.

I was still afraid to talk about any of this stuff out loud because it was in such a direct contrast to what I had been raised to value and believe, the conflict within you is already so great. You don't necessarily want to break the illusion of being all of the things that you've taught to honor. And here I was sat across from my therapist with it, sitting at the edge of my mouth, about to tell somebody else for the first time and break the illusion that I am all that I had been raised to be.

This is the first time I openly admitted to another person about what was going on in my head. I had a lot of guilt and shame. I was taught how to behave, how to do what was expected of me, how to meet the expectations of my parents, to treat others fairly and kindly and with grace.

And yet my coping mechanism for all of this bullying that I was experiencing were to do my own thing, to hurt, to hunt, to corner and take advantage of other people's weaknesses. So I continue talking to my therapist about this. Just prior to 15, I probably started doing a lot of what's known as self bondage. I acquired my first couple of pieces of rope and I would learn how to tie myself up and beat. That was a very physical outlet to my sexuality and to some of these fantasies around ropes that I had been constructing in my head because rope, leather and whips were all readily available to me.

Having continued with horses as a form of therapy throughout my young life, I could just walk to my wardrobe, find some and just have a feel of the textures. And that's that's when I started getting an understanding of I should probably learn how to do some of the stuff safely. And that's when I started doing a lot of reading and research and started actively kind of looking into how to safely tie somebody up.

So I began reading into rope and playing around and kind of figuring out what felt good, what didn't feel good, what drove me sexually. And that's when my fantasies began to hone in. More on sadistic natures and non consent themes appeared more frequently throughout these fantasies. It was really good to have a therapist that encouraged me to explore what I wanted to explore, providing that I was doing it in a safe environment and that I wasn't at risk to myself.

She also enforce that it was okay to have different independent values to that of my parents and to that of my school and to that of religion in general.

So throughout 15, 16, saying this therapist and trying to do things in my own life that make me happy, whether people in my life agree with them or not, started that shift to that place where I finally came to this conclusion of I don't always have to make other people happy if it doesn't make me happy. Hey, I'm Brooke, and I'm Erica, and we're the hosts of one dry show, Even the Rich, on our new season.

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Ad Free 16 is when I got my first boyfriend. I still have this really big concept of saving myself for marriage, I still had this very low sexual contact, even initially being a bit apprehensive to hold his hand. I slowly managed to come to terms enough to allow myself to tell my partner at that time about some of these things that my head was coming up with, some of the stuff that I'd done in the past to explore some of this.

And that was the first real conversation with somebody not confined to confidentiality about what was going on in my head.

At that time, he was incredibly supportive. I finally was granted the freedom to kind of explore some of these things in a more physical sense. My partner helped me do some of the research behind some of the stuff to learn how to throw a flogger safely and a whole bunch of different his. He would go away and do some of that research and relay some of the information to me in a context that was understandable to me. He was actually the one who purchased me, my first proper flogger at that age, and I was able to throw a flogger for the first time, I was able to explore with pedal's and with whips and with rope on another human being.

And it was all of these fantasies that had taken place in my head, finally having some components out in the open and out in the physical. At 16, I'm not hitting people. I'm hitting pillows and my partner at the time who had no interest in masochism whatsoever, was continually encouraging me, just hit pillows and practice. When I started university and became a little bit more open with my new friend group away from all of the stuff of my Christian upbringing, that I actually had the confidence to tell some of my friends.

And it was one of my best friends who opted to come and let me let me try and have a swing at.

It still stands out is that first moment that I really thought, I really enjoy this and we're laughing and we're having fun and I can finally start swinging at a person and actually hitting reasonably hard.

Having a positive first experience was really critical and solidifying that what I was doing, providing I'd taken all the precautions to be safe, was OK. So as a dominant, I take the role of somebody who's in control of the situation. I identify more as dominant in the space than a top, a top is more somebody who does it without any sort of power exchange element whatsoever. So you can you can be hit by flogger. But that doesn't necessarily mean that you're a submissive.

It just means that you enjoy being flogger.

Whereas I, as a dominant, really thrive off of knowing that in that space I have the control over that situation because nobody going into the concentrically is ever powerless and they have the ability to stop anything that we're doing at any time. But during the space of that scene, until one of those phrases get called, I'm the one in control, I'm the one in the power. I did that independently for two years where I was just me and I was enjoying being a dominant, I was enjoying doing it in the comfort of my own home, in my own bedroom, and with people that I could pick.

One of my main themes as a dominant is consensual non consent, and I'm fully aware that that can confuse people off the bat.

Consensual non consent, in a nutshell, is when somebody preconceive to things that happen during that same, even though during that scene they may be verbally protesting the entire time.

Even though they've been protesting with those and other things that drive both parties deeper into those power exchange spaces never means that that person in the submissive headspace has no power to stop anything. They still have the ability of safe words, which, when a stated, have complete ability to stop a sane. So even though some of these darker themes are explored, at no point is consent ever taken away from another party. Any sort of play or scenes that you partake in a should have after care negotiated at the beginning, you're experiencing all of these intense the emotions, intense hormones while these acts are going on.

And that's where feelings of guilt and feelings of uncertainty can spin afterwards for both parties. And that's why after care for both parties, it's crucially important. My aftercare is generally consistent of just having a good cuddle, a glass of water or a cup of tea, whereas with some of my partners that I've had, they have like physical contact. They like having a snack. They like having, you know, an emotional chicken where you can give reassurance, especially for humiliation or degradation scenes that they aren't actually any of the things that you've called them during that scene and give them that reassurance that you still value them as a essential human being.

Aftercare for me can also include first aid of varying degrees made doing knife placings. I have a trauma kit where I keep a whole bunch of dressings and antibacterial creams and bandages so that during the process of aftercare I can tidy up. Aftercare, no matter what the level of intensity, is essential for anybody who wants to partake in Cenk, Obeida, Yasim. I wish there was a way that I could put into words the freedom that these experiences give me as a dominant as a young blind person.

When people think about young blind woman, people consider us vulnerable beings and having this dominant outlet for myself and allowing myself to have some control over my life, even if it's just for a couple of hours, is intense and it is unmatchable to any feeling that I've ever managed to obtain through therapy, through talking with others. It suddenly makes everything kind of come to life. And even though I can't see, like everybody else, I'm able to experience all of these intense emotions.

It's exceptionally hard to have a sexual identity style be so drastically different to how society would perceive somebody like me. I can't describe how grateful I am as a dominant to be granted submission when I myself am a very vulnerable person in the eyes of society, there's no way to describe the gratitude that they deserve.

I still have moments where I perceive myself as that weak little blind woman, but in these spaces, I as a vulnerable person, I'm suddenly given the gift of somebody else's vulnerability. When I met my current girlfriend being a masochist, she's really encouraged me to explore some of my more darker sides to my dominance, and that's where things like consensual non consent scenes have kind of emerged from my stalker ish early fantasies where knives have now been thrown into the mix and shops play where asphyxiation and choking is commonplace, where toys of varying degrees of impact and pleasure have flooded any place that I could possibly get my hands on in terms of trying new things.

I started considering the opportunity of becoming a pro dorm where people pay me to have these experiences with me and give more people an opportunity to have a safe outlet to explore some of their own feelings around submission rather than domination.

That's where the term Prud'homme comes from because it's in reference to a professional dominant or a professional dominatrix. And I've been really fortunate to find really supportive people in the programming space and the space in general to support me through this process of finding my fate as a purdon. As a blind dominant, personally, I don't even notice necessarily that in the space I am blind because a lot of these skills that I've refined over the years, I've just learnt to do by touch and by feel and getting a gauge on how people are reacting by finding a pulse point and listening to their breathing and getting a gauge.

How are they reacting? I have a rather unique ability to be able to do scenes in complete darkness because I don't necessarily need to see somebody in any concept to do any of the safely I can do knife play in the dark. I can do a lot of impact in the dark. I can do a lot of things that sighted people need vision for in the dark, which is an incredibly unique experience, because even though blindfolds are really common, insane, it's a completely different experience where you're not in a blindfold the lights off and it sinks in that both of you in that moment are blind.

By being able to do that, I am bringing people into the dock, I'm bringing people into that original realm of when I was young, I'm able to regain power not by gaining back my vision, but taking away somebody else's for a short period of time.

I'm able to show people a better side to the blindness that I didn't necessarily have being a young person. I personally find a lot of people in the dark because for those couple of hours where the sun is down and the lights are off and society is quiet, society can see just as much as I can.

Even though it's during a time period where people aren't generally awake and people are asleep, I find some peace and knowing that for those few hours, I'm not alone. Everybody else is exactly the same as me, but for those couple of hours, everybody is more afraid of the dark than I am.

I find a lot of solace in these scenes where I can go into the dark because all of a sudden I'm not the only blind person in that room anymore. I'm better able to instruct people in the dark in that space so that they don't experience any more fear or discomfort than they have to, I'm able to give them that information that I never really had growing up because nobody had an understanding of how they could give me that information safely. It has been such a crucial factor for me in coming to terms with everything else and giving myself an outlet to safely explore some stuff that I would never have the ability to explore otherwise, where else in society am I going to get empowerment?

Where else in society am I going to find people who are understanding about my needs? I don't think there is anywhere else and I don't know where I'd be without this. It's completely reasonable and okay to find outlets that are unconventional for your emotions that are safe and provide you some of that reassurance that you couldn't get anywhere else. I still require aftercare and a lot of the time I still need that reassurance from the other person, but I'm able to explore all of the things that naturally came into my head as a young person in a safe environment.

I can't express how much that continues to drive me to be better in my daily life, how much that helps me continue to cope in my daily life. I have a lot of EXIS issues a lot of the time, and when I'm fully independent, I, I do get quite anxious because I am fully aware of my vulnerabilities. I'm very much aware that I need more help than most. But just because I need help with more things doesn't mean that I'm any less of a human being, that I deserve that help any less.

Yes, you can be a bit stubborn and go, yeah, no, I'm going to do this myself, or you can also speak up and make your own life easier instead of struggling all the time against what is a world that wasn't built for me. It's OK that the world wasn't built for me because the world as a whole hasn't really understood that people with disabilities are fully capable of doing stuff independently of access arrangements to meet. I'm very much of the opinion that even though the world isn't currently built for me, I want to help build the world to be a more accessible place for other people like me, which is why alongside my programming stuff, I am continuing to study towards a bachelor's degree in software engineering.

I want to make the software that I want to use to make sure that computers and information and books and all of the things are more accessible for the people who come after me. I constantly try and advocate for accessibility of Cenk. I've been told that Cenk probably isn't a good idea for me because of my blindness. And yet here I am starting to try and be a pro and I'm living proof that is can be found.

And if you are willing to put in the work, it's so good to have kinky friends who are supportive because just being a disabled person, I always had this fear that I would be rejected right off the bat for my ideas of becoming a proton because, hey, who wants a disabled person?

But apparently, apparently, quite a few people do so. I brail people in WACs, that's a very unique thing to me, because who else is kind of know Broyhill in the space?

I've taken one of my mobility canes that I learnt how to use when I was 14 and use that as an impact implement sometimes for a bit of a laugh because why not find power in my blindness?

It's incredibly empowering to be in this position because in a way, I get to lead a double life, I get to still be this very vulnerable, blind young woman.

But at the same time, in the safety of Cenk and BDM, I'm able to be this kickass dominatrix who can find empowerment and a vision loss. I don't know where I'd be without this. I don't know how I'd be coping if I didn't have cankers an active part of my life, I don't know how much more emotionally vulnerable I would be if I had to continue to be only a vulnerable member of society without any empowerment whatsoever.

I think it's really important to remember that you can find power and you can find strength in some of your biggest vulnerabilities. I met my girlfriend at the beginning of the year, and she's a masochist, so the gratitude that I feel for her after every scene that we do has not changed since the first time I got to swing a flogger at another human being.

There is no words that I can use to accurately describe how thankful I am to have people that are willing to give up their own control and grant me the gift of their vulnerability. I don't feel as vulnerable asking for my needs to be met as I did when I was younger. I don't see my needs necessarily as a sign of my vulnerability. I see them as things that I need to thrive. I wouldn't change anything about my own journey. I've been through a lot in both learning to come to terms with my vision, leaving my Christian upbringing behind a little bit, and moving forward into my life as a young adult, focusing more on what makes me happy, because at the end of the day, my blindness is a part of me, but it isn't my entire being.

Today's episode featured Mistress Blind, you can find out more about her on Twitter and Instagram at Mistress' Blind. You can also email her directly at Mistress' Blind at proton mail dot com. Mr. Spline was originally interviewed on the off the cuff podcast hosted by Dick Wound and M.S. Maximus. You can find out more about them and the off the cuff podcast by going to the website. Off the cuff STG or by finding Dick on Twitter. ATIC wound up on Instagram at D w pod host or Osip King.

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