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Violetwanda

2004

One of my most ‘borrowed’ articles!

 

You can spot the violet wand players at the convention; instead of carrying black leather duffles or black nylon toy bags, they pull handtrucks piled with high-tech aluminum cases. Instead of rope, they drag yards of extension cords and cables. And they bring tool boxes crammed with actual tools… pliers, screwdrivers, soldering irons, wire cutters. Instead of the sensuous softness of leather, the world of the violet wand player is the harder realm of glass and metal, since if it doesn’t conduct electricity it quickly becomes boring. They bring their own lightning and their own lighting.

They don’t set up in a dungeon the same way, either. Instead of spreading out to different dungeon stations for private scening…as in one couple here at the St. Andrew’s Cross, or a pair of people on a bench… they tend to congregate in the corners with the most electrical outlets. Benches don’t hold victims, they hold the cases and the toolboxes, more of which are propped on chairs or lying opened on the floor. Orange extension cords and power strips come out, and the immediate mental association is for weed-whackers and hedge trimmers to soon follow. While the actual tools they use may be smaller than lawn service equipment, the noises can be just as intrusive. There is something in our primeval memories that warns us away from the sounds of jolting lightning that is reaching out to find us. The very sound of a violet wand conjures crackling fire, angry buzzing of hornets, or the unmistakable noise of unexpected and uncontrollable electricity arcing from pole to pole. We’ve seen it before; the mad scientist lab, the Frankenstein movie, school field trips to echoing museums where we can view Jacob’s ladders, Van de Graff generators which made our brave friends’ hair stand on end, and the broken electrical cord in our own home that caught us when we were taking down generations-old Christmas lights and we fell back on our asses in the sudden and instinctive move to get away from the danger.

The rest of the dungeon, while intrigued, can be vaguely distracted by the buzzing of sparks heard in the corner. The flickering lights intrude behind one’s closed eyelids and you can not help but look in their direction. There is the expected violet, an occasional red, a surprising pink or other flash of color out of the corner of your eye, flickering, moving across flesh, lighting the spots of skin that it touches, as if your toys had their own headlights.

 

The presence of few other toys creates a buzz of attraction in the way that violet wands do. The wielders obviously know something unusual to be able to utilize such unusual toys. There are parts and parts of parts, endless accessories and configurations of accessories, and things that work together in an almost magical way, and they know how to make a human being sparkle and glow. Sometimes the draw is just too magnetic and a small crowd gathers to watch hypnotically, and arms and hands reach in tentatively to experience the brand new sensation…. As well as the ages-old fear. People either like violet wands or they don’t…there is very rarely any middle ground… and often a shudder and a negative shake of the head ends the brief experiment. And sometimes a sudden gasp of appreciation may erupt spontaneously into a sudden electrical convert. The sad thing is, that the arm reaching in at that exact moment to test the feeling, may not be the type of sensation that the person would respond to. Since violet wands create so many different kinds of sensation, that brief curious test was only one tiny tip of the violet wand’s iceberg and not at all representative of its repertoire of possibility. If one person likes sensuality, then they will not appreciate a violet wand’s outer limits and will walk away believing that you have nothing for them in that case. And on the other hand, if someone likes the outside limits of pain, a gentle fizzing will leave them cold. One can only send them on their way and hope that at some other place and time they will try a violet wand again, and see all the things that it can do.

Certainly, violet wand users do use other toys as well; they own floggers and paddles just like everyone else, but what do those floggers and paddles DO? They are good for their uses but have limited versatility. Now, a violet wand….that DOES something! It sparks, it sizzles, it’s highly visual, you can smell it soon after it powers up, playing on all your senses. And it’s endless, allowing for the almost unlimited creativity of an inventive and kinky mind. Violet wand players are the mad scientists of the kink world. They are the thinkers and experimenters without peer. When they are not playing, they are inventing. And all too often in the dungeon, the play is briefly delayed when the top partner has a flash of inspiration while he’s working. Then it’s into the toolbox for some modifications to the setup, toy or technique, and after some digging around, electrical tape and wire and hardware is set in motion to make inspired changes. While the bottom partner must wait in dread anticipation to see what they have suddenly invented and rapidly constructed. Violet wand players discuss technical details and think in terms of possibilities. They think, they try, they test, they invent, and they share.

In a competitive demographic where some tendency is for one member to try to outdo another, no closer knit BDSM subculture exists than that inhabited by the world of the violet wand. So much of the excitement of the violet wand world lies in discovery, that sharing those discoveries becomes equally important… for all discoveries remain unheralded and unchampioned unless imparted to others. So the glowing, sparking crowd in the corner, surrounded by snaking electrical cables and cases full of truly frightening looking things that look more like hardware than tools to be used on people, often has their heads together, creating, trying, inventing.

The next time you see them, let the light, the colors, the sound of sparking and the fresh smell of a thunderstorm draw you closer. Submit your arm for that first curious experimentation. You remember those old Frankenstein movies, and how a sudden and unexpected spark makes your heart race. Hold out your arm, and let your heart race.

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