The roles of BDSM in dungeon play and control is a fringe lifestyle typically frowned upon, one to which many subscribe to in their private lives to relinquish control in a setting where the roles are clearly defined. Not to think, or to question, but just to obey or to control unquestionably.

It is a fetish, of life, of sex, possibly a lifestyle chosen. A role played in the dungeons of alternate lifestyles when some hope nobody is watching, or don’t care. Others love to broadcast, to shock the system, to educate, or to gain profit or status on the Social Feeds, X-tubes and YouTube of today, to display their power or to claim their subjugation for the world to see.

Get their rocks off, a quick fix to bear that what is broken, while lost souls would experience all aspects of life, striving to find themselves, to see how and if they fit. For others, it simply maketh the humdrum of their every day, a life made bearable from the mould with short intercessions of Dopamine, to define worth or to validate judgement. Few are, in fact, anywhere close to normal, once the skeletons start marching out of their cloisters.

Life Preps Dungeon Play

Leather rules suffocate
a second skin against raw fear.
Cold metal gags screams unborn,
a twisted silence reigns.

Time sprawls,
beard sprouts beneath mask,
a feral tapestry of mind.

Blurred visions,
a world unseen;
eyes averted,
do not stray…
the game marches on.

Submission’s training,
a mental brand
seared deep to obey.

Dungeon Play,
or simply life,
everywhere, every day,
until it breaks?

Copyright © Anthony Gillespie

Pondering

Life Preps Dungeon Play is a mirror reflecting the constraints of modern life to role-play. It speaks to the daily mendacity of the constraints we apply to ourselves to tick the little boxes that are created for us from the day of our birth to the end of our lifespan. Fitting in to define existence to the populace raised into, measuring worth to people who often couldn’t care any less, so to say, except when you do not fit the mould the few would fit unto you.

Visual Adaptation Defines Clarity of Roles in the Dungeon

Dungeon and role-play is a visual feast of leather and chain, of rules, behaviours and thoughts, of command and obedience, broadcasting the roles each fit in the routine of the play for all to see. The moment the dungeon is accessed, privately, or publicly, there are visual elements and rituals making clear the rules of engagement, the will to be subjugated, or to submit to the need to dominate and control.

The master is as much a slave to the comfort levels of the subjected, as the subjected is to the master’s will. It is a game that evolves, limits stretched, and comfort levels are determined as time progresses to adapt to the new norms set in the training scene. Safe words, predefined, part and parcel of the scene, a sign that the moment is over, the arrangement done, and the scene stops. Consequences be damned if that line is crossed without mutual consent.

Eventually, a choice to make. Who, or what, are you? Conform, or set your limits to feel comfortable in your skin? Will you question and adapt to change, take control, even if it is in being mastered, or set yourself free to leave and find your peace if the role is not your norm?

Evolutionary Norms

When we are raised, the chains of culture confine us to the groups we join as adults. What is expected, where do you fit, how do you tick these little boxes to appear to be part of the cult you joined as an adult, to be considered a normal productive cog? To be true, to be free, is it freedom, or are there masters that pull at the threads of confined chastity day to day. Subtle, so much more obscure in intent.

Subscribe to being free-willed and open to living life as much as you choose, but many frown on the outcasts that operate outside the norms of their comfort. If you listen, broadcasting to all that would hear their shock and disgust at the downfall of the moral compass.

Plenty of the judicial are having a hand-off at the footage they discover in their oh so open contempt, visuals that stirs their groins in their privacy; the porn industry making mega-bucks, don’t you know? It is a secret many will pay dearly to keep under wraps, while religious factions preach eternal damnation if you don’t confine to the rules they set so they can salvage your soul. Not innocent either when all is told. Don’t forget to pay your penance when the donation box comes your way, there’s probably a card machine somewhere if you don’t have any coins on hand.

Many people are genuinely shocked and disgusted at visual clips of living alternate lives that pull and thread at the perspectives that grown into us as we were raised into adulthood. The norms we have been raised to accept and understand as normal, and proper, are constantly expanding and changing.

Find Your Truth

Any role is acceptable, but there are no guides in everyday life of the role we play. If what you are doing, what you are living, is making you suicidal or just plain miserable, does it make the strings of subjugation any less real than the graphical displays of the dungeon etiquette? Is it free will, or just another shape of slavery, without your consent?

If you are depressed, wrong, and often feel like making a graceful, or less graceful, exit, question your life. Before harming any, or doing harm to yourself, challenge the expectations that confine you day-to-day.

Make a change, do something, talk to someone, explore something that has intrigued you most of your life, but you fear doing. It doesn’t have to be a big thing, or a dungeon, or role-play. Save something, leave the boxes that define you on an extended Workaway Venture to find yourself if that helps. Contribute somewhere, at least do something small that makes you feel more yourself, more humane, to expand and escape the confines of your experience.

Find and break free from the “mental brand” of submission, reclaim your identity and live authentically. Life doesn’t have to be a dungeon, unless you want it to be such. The key to liberation lies within, if you have the balls to pull at the threads of the norm. That is not just you, it is me, it is all of us, maybe even none of us.

Destinies Predefined

After that entire raving escapade of the roles we play in life, the true question might be this. Many will tell is we are where we are meant to be in life at any given time. Our timeframe here is predestined, our time of death set before birth.

If fait defines roles before birth, timeframes predestined and your time allocated before you come to be, do you really have a choice in it all? Are you just fucked from birth?