Displaced In Time: Musing On The 1950s Household in D/s

I’ve always had a fascination with the concepts of the 1950s household and how it relates to BDSM and the D/s relationship.

I’ve always had a fascination with the 1950s itself – the music, the fashion, the cars, the movies (give me a B movie or an old fashioned suspense thriller anytime) and the relationships between men and women behind closed doors. What facades did they present to society? What did they hide behind closed doors?

I’ve copped criticism from some people within the community for my interest in the 1950s household / power exchange D/s relationship – mostly because of what came with the 1950s – sexism, bigotry, abuse – so I’ve strayed from talking about it. But you see, I’ve started to realise two things – 1, never let someone criticise you unfairly and 2, if two people in a D/s relationship agree to a TPE in the context of a 1950s household, they shouldn’t be shamed for it. Agree to disagree, all that jazz.

The idea of a 1950s household can be separated into two different aspects – the look of the age – clothing, old sitcoms, vintage furniture – to the feel of the age – dinners at the table, a man holding the door open for a lady, etiquette and discipline and structure.

I don’t think the aim of it is to take it back to the reality of the 1950s but more capture that longing in your bones for what it represented – like innocence, love and simplicity.

And I think, for me, that’s what appeals to my soul personally – a sense of joy and wonder and a love that runs deep for the aesthetic and mood. I often feel like I’ve been displaced in time so this is a warm concept to me.

As a dominant, it’s enticing to think of a submissive woman in this period and the different sides of her life. The different sides of her mind. It’s a beautiful, thrilling thing to earn the trust of someone and see a side that few see. It’s sexy, even, to think on ALL that that includes. From mannerisms to personality to desires.

I would love to write a multi-arc story about a couple exploring the dynamic, as a period piece. It would be fascinating for me to write and research.

Why Wasn’t I born in the 50’s? – A Midnight Rant

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Why wasn’t I born so that I’d experience the 50s and so forth? The cars, the music, the world, the fashion and the relationship between men and women all intrigue me.

 

Hypothetically, if I were me – that is to say, possessing my state of mind, my traits and desires and, dare I say, good looks – I’d be set. Listening to some of that old rock and roll and being in that environment would be wonderful.

 

I mean, besides the Plymouth Fury’s and Little Richard, what fascinates me is being in an environment where the psychology of everything around me is interesting to grasp and understanding.

 

I’m not talking about any sexism or misogynistic aspect to dynamics here, I’m talking about the things that are left unsaid, by men and by women.

 

I mean the sexual revolution was just around the corner so the 50s, I’m going to guess, was just the tip of the iceberg. Things must’ve been talked about quietly, but something was starting to catch on.

 

We often talk about BDSM as it is but how far back do those traits and kinks go? That’s what it so interesting to me. That a random housewife – let’s call her Elizabeth – has it all – husband, beautiful home, kids. She’s the talk of the town.

 

Underneath all that, something stirs. She’s got qualities she doesn’t understand, she’s punishing herself for desires from – insert upbringing here – which is, as we know now, masochism. But Elizabeth doesn’t.

 

The primal animal in me, strangely enough, is getting that mouth-watering effect just thinking about unlocking someone else’s mind. I have had the good fortune of being around people when they’ve gone — Oh shit…I really like that. What does that mean?

 

It becomes a mix of helping to understand but also finding the joy because they found their own joy. It’s a weird thing, man. I’ll stop myself there.

 

But the idea…the idea of taking a mind, pushing it beyond its safe zone enough that it opens the door that was locked before, is an intoxicating feeling. Its part breaking a mind and nurturing back to new heights. This person is new and yet different. Everything changes for this person, kinda like Neo looking at The Matrix for the first time. (I just had to do it)

 

Exploring that dynamic, exploring the rules I would or could use to bring order – or how I could use order to torment and degrade and tease and indulge in my..ahem…more sadistic tendencies, is a wonderful thing to think about.