secret, it’s this.” He pointed to a box the size of a
regular VCR. Lights blinked on the front, toggle switches allowed
it to be configured, a rotary dial set the signal strength and an
output to an oscilloscope kept it calibrated.
Brian took the chair
beside Deborah and looked at the monitors. Everybody else was down
on the studio floor, but here Brian and Deborah sat ahead of the
two camera images as they filmed the set.
“When you were
introduced, Susan said you were an expert on sadomasochism… Are you
a… a dominatrix or something?”
Deborah laughed and
shook her head, swishing her hair. “No. Nothing so. It’s an
offshoot of gender studies. I came to it from literature. At one
end of the spectrum you have the Marquis de Sade whose writings
were inspired by ideas of atheism coming out of the French
philosophers. He reasoned that without God, there would be no
divine retribution for sins committed against another human being
and in his writing he took that to its logical conclusion. At the
other end of literature is Pauline Réage writing The Story of O.
Réage’s lover told her that women couldn’t write erotica so she set
out to prove him wrong. She wrote a story about a woman who gives
herself to every whim of her lover, allowing him to abase her even
to the point of degradation. Sadism is about taking control over
someone without their permission and Masochism is about giving
oneself to another with absolute permission… so, no,” she said with
a smile. “I’m not a dominatrix. I write essays and critical
analysis on sex in the media.”
Lynn, the editor, came
into the control room to start recording. “We’re about to start.”
She left the room.
“Shall we watch it with
Veraceo-Two?” Brian asked Deborah. “I’d like to see how it feels to
witness S&M with this.” He didn’t wait for her to respond.
Instead, he switched a few cables and checked the oscilloscope and
dialled the signal strength to sixty five percent of maximum. “The
camera feed on this screen has Veraceo included.”
“But it’s just the
camera feed.” Deborah said. “I don’t see any difference.”
“It’s invisible. Our
brains have two visual pathways. The eye sends information on one
pathway to the temporal lobe to process the image and understand
the world, whilst a second pathway to the parietal lobe manages
spatial awareness. Sometimes people with temporal lobe brain damage
go blind, yet they can still catch a ball because the spatial
vision system works. That’s the pathway Veraceo works on.”
On the studio floor
Sonja was giving directions to two men in the rubber suits. The men
held the gasmasks by their side and paid close attention to the
director. Brian and Deborah settled back to watch the performance
unfold.
It was showtime.
----- X -----
The Punishers brought
their helpless damsel in distress into a blackened room. The men
looked strong, both at least six feet tall against a thin looking
woman no more than five feet. The men wore black rubber suits,
rubber gloves, masks and aprons.
Their prisoner wore
only sackcloth.
The lights faded up
slowly to reveal deep purple walls as the punishers tied the wrists
of their prisoner but carefully left a loop of rope at the top. The
woman screamed and squirmed, fighting against the men, but
periodically stopped fighting, seemingly to allow her wrists to be
bound.
One Punisher held the
woman with his arms wrapped around her waist whilst the other
slapped her face with a melodramatic stage-slap.
“That looks fake,”
Deborah said.
Almost as though she
had been heard, the performers stopped and looked off-set as they
listened to instructions on the studio floor. The performance
restarted and the woman squirmed in the arms of the strong man. She
fought fiercely and was slapped again, harder, with purpose. She
cried out and rocked her head back, her long black hair thrown over
her shoulder.
Brian felt an almost
immediate sexual stirring in him.
regular VCR. Lights blinked on the front, toggle switches allowed
it to be configured, a rotary dial set the signal strength and an
output to an oscilloscope kept it calibrated.
Brian took the chair
beside Deborah and looked at the monitors. Everybody else was down
on the studio floor, but here Brian and Deborah sat ahead of the
two camera images as they filmed the set.
“When you were
introduced, Susan said you were an expert on sadomasochism… Are you
a… a dominatrix or something?”
Deborah laughed and
shook her head, swishing her hair. “No. Nothing so. It’s an
offshoot of gender studies. I came to it from literature. At one
end of the spectrum you have the Marquis de Sade whose writings
were inspired by ideas of atheism coming out of the French
philosophers. He reasoned that without God, there would be no
divine retribution for sins committed against another human being
and in his writing he took that to its logical conclusion. At the
other end of literature is Pauline Réage writing The Story of O.
Réage’s lover told her that women couldn’t write erotica so she set
out to prove him wrong. She wrote a story about a woman who gives
herself to every whim of her lover, allowing him to abase her even
to the point of degradation. Sadism is about taking control over
someone without their permission and Masochism is about giving
oneself to another with absolute permission… so, no,” she said with
a smile. “I’m not a dominatrix. I write essays and critical
analysis on sex in the media.”
Lynn, the editor, came
into the control room to start recording. “We’re about to start.”
She left the room.
“Shall we watch it with
Veraceo-Two?” Brian asked Deborah. “I’d like to see how it feels to
witness S&M with this.” He didn’t wait for her to respond.
Instead, he switched a few cables and checked the oscilloscope and
dialled the signal strength to sixty five percent of maximum. “The
camera feed on this screen has Veraceo included.”
“But it’s just the
camera feed.” Deborah said. “I don’t see any difference.”
“It’s invisible. Our
brains have two visual pathways. The eye sends information on one
pathway to the temporal lobe to process the image and understand
the world, whilst a second pathway to the parietal lobe manages
spatial awareness. Sometimes people with temporal lobe brain damage
go blind, yet they can still catch a ball because the spatial
vision system works. That’s the pathway Veraceo works on.”
On the studio floor
Sonja was giving directions to two men in the rubber suits. The men
held the gasmasks by their side and paid close attention to the
director. Brian and Deborah settled back to watch the performance
unfold.
It was showtime.
----- X -----
The Punishers brought
their helpless damsel in distress into a blackened room. The men
looked strong, both at least six feet tall against a thin looking
woman no more than five feet. The men wore black rubber suits,
rubber gloves, masks and aprons.
Their prisoner wore
only sackcloth.
The lights faded up
slowly to reveal deep purple walls as the punishers tied the wrists
of their prisoner but carefully left a loop of rope at the top. The
woman screamed and squirmed, fighting against the men, but
periodically stopped fighting, seemingly to allow her wrists to be
bound.
One Punisher held the
woman with his arms wrapped around her waist whilst the other
slapped her face with a melodramatic stage-slap.
“That looks fake,”
Deborah said.
Almost as though she
had been heard, the performers stopped and looked off-set as they
listened to instructions on the studio floor. The performance
restarted and the woman squirmed in the arms of the strong man. She
fought fiercely and was slapped again, harder, with purpose. She
cried out and rocked her head back, her long black hair thrown over
her shoulder.
Brian felt an almost
immediate sexual stirring in him.
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