The Beat of the Music
I don’t have a soundtrack to my life. I’m not one of those people who has a constant need for music, I find it too distracting and it will trigger my hatred of noise unless I’m prepared. Attending opera and concerts is a different matter and I can think of some sublime songs/arias (whatever you want to call them) that I could wax lyrically about.
My knowledge of songs from pop culture stops around 1990 because if I have listened to the radio at all since then, it will have been Radio 3.
However, there is one place where I have started hearing the soundtrack to a part of my life – the dungeon.
It never used to register, it was just mood music or ‘dungeon muzak’ to maintain an atmosphere. Then, one day I found method and meaning in the previous randomness.
I’ve come to realise just how much of a holistic sensory experience time on the bench can really be. She’s developed a way of sensitising me all over the bottom, playing on so many aspects of power, rhythm and spatial location. Over time, it’s become another form of hypnotic induction. One day entering this state it all came together as I found my other senses activated and particularly my hearing tied in to the dungeon soundtrack.
Kind of a late realisation, but my awareness had only just caught up with these dungeon nuances, the rhythms she was deploying came from the music. It gradually registered that the change of the cane strokes from slow and languorous to brisk and sharp was aligned to the dungeon soundtrack.
How I’d missed that before, I don’t know. Perhaps an indication I hadn’t been able to let go fully until then. It gave me even more appreciation of the subtleties, that much of the experience in the dungeon is far less random than it might seem. Even her choice of music planned to get inside my mind and give her more hooks with which to play me.
She’d work very precisely in the slow sections, spreading the sensitising pain, listening to me almost purr as I dropped deeper in to trance. The faster sections bringing me up, but not out of, trance and more vocal as the pain burned unable to dissipate quickly enough.
There was one particular song that broke this awareness inside me – of course, I had to Google it later never having heard it before and when I did, I chuckled even more because it was also a wonderful case of mis-heard lyrics.
What I heard on that bench made me chuckle as much as I was wincing from her using the effect of that repeated chorus to wield the cane:
The boys wanna beat her
The girls wanna beat her
The boys wanna beat her
The girls wanna beat her
The boys wanna beat her
The girls wanna beat her
The boys wanna beat herI wanna beat herYes I do
Those more aligned to popular culture than I am will have spotted my rather good Freudian slip of the mis-heard lyric which I found when I got home and Googled it. The song is Peaches – Boys Wanna Be Her. Yes, that’s ‘Be’ and not ‘Beat’.
Considering where I am and what’s happening to me at the time, over the bench, feeling the cane biting and the swirl of the endorphins, I think my mis-heard version is the much better one. I’ve always heard it that way since.
And there’s a nice little sub text to it all. Yes, I do wanna be her.
Written for the #WickedWednesday meme of “Song Title”. Why not go check out the other posts by clicking on the button.
December 15, 2018 @ 8:50 pm
Wonderful piece. I am fascinated by your journey and the way you sometimes need to put the pieces of what’s been happening to you together like a jigsaw. Your mistress is like an author who has plotted a very complicated book – I admire her integrity and intensity. I’m also mighty impressed with your trust and your ability to process.
Now the music, and the creative mishearing – that is cool and it amuses me. I shall need to look into that tune, I’m sure I’ve heard stuff by Peaches before.
As always melody – I am the richer for your sharing.
December 16, 2018 @ 10:11 am
Awww, thanks Posy.
The music as part of D/s seems to have resonated with quite a few people and the mis-heard lyrics have set off a few chuckles.
This week in the dungeon, the soundtrack was late 70’s / early 80’s AOR tracks. I recalled every one of the tracks and the lyrics were dredged up from memory but I spent considerable mental cycles on the bench trying to recall the artists whilst she gave the cane significant exercise 🌹✨✨
December 22, 2018 @ 6:52 pm
Oooh fascinating, so will we be seeing a playlist any time soon? x
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December 15, 2018 @ 5:09 pm
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December 13, 2018 @ 9:47 am
I really get this as I have done something very similar with music while being ‘beaten’. Great post.
December 13, 2018 @ 9:53 am
Thank you, Julie.
It’s become an unexpected additional dimension which I rather enjoy.
melody xx
December 12, 2018 @ 11:51 am
“The boys wanna beat her”
This made me smile so much!
But, I love that she uses the rhythm of the music. I can only imagine how much that enhances a scene 🙂
Rebel xox
December 12, 2018 @ 12:25 pm
Thanks Rebel.
As I write this I’m about 2 hours from being back in that space 😁
melody xx
December 13, 2018 @ 3:20 pm
Lucky you 😊
December 9, 2018 @ 2:02 pm
I love that this is a new discovery. Terrific when something kind of “drops” and you have these aha moments!
December 9, 2018 @ 2:09 pm
I’m starting to understand some of the minute detail she deliberately includes in various scenarios. There’s whole new layers to understand and giggle over when my understanding catches up with her.
Many thanks for reading and commenting. melody xx