Currently living in Doha.

I'm American, but the bulk of my experience with BDSM has been in Tokyo where I lived for five years. I got to know the scene there pretty well, and also had a chance to serve a number of Mistresses in their homes. Some were one-off situations, others were ongoing arrangements.

I still smile when remembering the time when I was sent on a beer run to a nearby convenience store wearing my locking collar, by way of punishment for a seemingly minor infraction (i had forgotten to put down the toilet seat after using the toilet).

One of my Mistresses kept a pet monkey (who has since passed away) who was there in his cage when i cleaned Her house. i had to clean up around his cage. We (Mistress and i) both agreed that the monkey although a monkey definitely twigged onto my the fact that i was in a subservient position. Once the monkey got out of his cage and I had to make a run for it closing the sliding glass doors behind me, and waiting outside shirtless and collared until the coast was clear. It was a close shave.

My favorite place in Tokyo was a bar in Shibuya called "Natural" where the male patrons sat on the floor and the female customers sat on couches, issuing peremptory orders to the males throughout the evening.

But that was years ago, i haven't had much contact with all this recently. i was in an SM club in Bangkok last March, where due to an equipment malfunction I was bleeding from two places at the end of the session. A platform that I had been instructed to kneel on did not sustain my weight (between 190 and 200 lbs) and down I went. my hands had been secured behind my back so i had nothing with which to break the fall, and was had sizable cuts on my right temple and thigh. I must have been in some kind of transformed state because i did not feel the pain at all til much later.

Last summer i went to The Eulenspiegel Society's convention near NYC. What a mindblower that was . They had rented an entire business hotel in central NJ for four days. I still wonder what the college kids working the front desk, the Meso-american busboys and cleaning staff must have made of it all - e.g., naked ponygirls being led through the halls , fireplay and needleplay in the conference halls. It was like stepping into an alternate universe.