The Paradox of Pain and Pleasure – Thoughts on Culture

I am enchanted by historic places. The visit to the Versailles left me in a deep space that the culture of a nation is dependent on the actions of the monarchy. Paris followed the fashion trends of Marie Antoinette for she was the Queen of France. But they abhorred her for she did not socialise with the ladies of the aristocracy that lead to her head being guillotined. Similarly, the Empress Cixi of China loved Chinese Opera and had a theater built in the palace for her to watch the opera lounging beside a window, and following this tradition, they held opera performances in all the districts in China to consolidate their control over their empire through the power of culture. Marie Antoinette

If I could go back in history, or rewrite history from this point on – I would make BDSM lifestyle a mainstream pursuit. The state of the world today has to do with the construct and introduction of financial markets and globalisation. People spend too much time in pursuing materialistic acquisitions and paying sky high mortgages than do anything meaningful. In this sense, there is a focus on self-inflicting pain and suffering on oneself to achieve material goals instead of the pursuit of pleasure, freedom, and quality of life by investing in relationships. This may not make any sense, but this is something I see very clearly when I travel.

I see the BDSM lifestyle an answer to having liberal attitudes towards sexuality and in this sense, divert the focus away from material acquisitions to investing in quality relationships. Move from the pursuit of pain, to the pursuit of pleasure. Move from loss of control, to total control. Move from misunderstandings, to compromise. I am proposing a wild answer to the state of our existence today, but it has been examined by philosophers such as Rousseau. “‘Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.’

These are the topics I am examining in writing The Prince.

 

The Prince (Part 3) 

Risqué sat on the red armchair as it levitated around the room. Her tastes had changed from what it used to; now the Scarlet Room was themed as the Dark Room of Pain. All guests that entered had to kneel and offer her gifts, or they would get punished. 

Once, an insolent visitor from a faraway land came to the room refusing to kneel. He became a permanent installation to the room as a naked slave in a gigantic bird cage that was situated right at the entrance. A handsome blond slave was collared and leashed like a pet dog and made to bark and crawl around the bird cage. 

The myths of the Dark Room became known widely as more and more peasants visited her room out of curiosity; only to be controlled by her mind bending ways. Once, she had a few damsels strip and dance around like figures out of a roman painting. Then, she willed them to have an orgy with unsuspecting male visitors while her slaves watched as objectified furniture pieces. By not lifting a finger, her mind controlled others around her to submit to her will. 

No one was spared, including the aging King and Queen. They would enter, look at the countless of captured slaves and kneel to offer her tributes such as golden pearls from the sea of Burma and porcelain from China before quickly exiting. No one in the kingdom possessed mind bending powers like Risqué. 

(To be continued) 

The Prince (Part 2)

Her questions had no answers and no one in the kingdom would talk to her. They treated her like a queen and made her every request come true. She wanted a chocolate feast, the next day, the best chef in the kingdom was summoned to create a thousand different kinds of fusion flavored chocolates for her tasting that by the tenth bite, she wanted no more. Despite her many unreasonable requests that involved ordering a thousand red roses that only had eleven petals each, or a red armchair that could levitate; No one, even the puppets, would answer her questions about where the prince went.

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The princess became tormented with being trapped in a castle with no answers to where the prince went. She tried to write secret letters and sent them out via pigeons to her relatives in far away lands. The pigeons never returned.

The princess had nothing to complain about, she had every wish fulfilled. She requested for a room that was decorated with french wallpaper, chandeliers and floors made of soft leather. The best craftsmen of the kingdom spent weeks constructing her room to reflect her tastes in contemporary french interior design. As her requests grew, the room became bigger and bigger as adjoining rooms were knocked down. The ceiling was torn down to make way for higher ceilings. The red velvet armchair was designed to levitate in mid air and could be controlled by the princess will to descend and ascend upwards, and around the room.

After constructing her Scarlet Room, the princess began tormenting others with her pain. She would beckon for the servants to come to the room while she lounged on the chair high above them. She would make them kneel and slap themselves for her entertainment. She realised that no one in the kingdom would disobey her requests unless they were questions to do with the Prince.

Her reputation grew along with her wicked acts in her Scarlet Room, which became the myths of the kingdom. One of the myths was the tea parties. She would request for young men to be taken from the nearby villages to line up in front of her throne. As a standard procedure, anyone who entered her room had to kneel. They would be offered tea. The room would be silent as she observed them. Then, she would use her will to lift a man up to her throne. There, she would peg him. The princess was still a virgin.

In truth, no one dared to stop her acts of cruelty for no one wanted to expose the truth of where the prince went. She was a lone princess, and without her prince, she was not a queen. Her powers grew as her pain grew. The myths and stories surrounding her became darker. It was rumoured that she would not only peg her chosen victims, but use them as a pieces of furniture as a permanent installations to her room. There was a young man tied to a stool that she would lay her long legs on his back as a leg rest. There was another man that was used to hold a glass of wine with an attached device to his mouth as a cup holder. They were tied up and gagged while permanently installed for the princess self indulgence.

Soon, the princess refused to be called the princess and made everyone call her Risque. No one objected to her wish, and she got the title she wanted.

(to be continued…)

The Prince

Once upon a time, there was a prince. He met a princess the dance floor and their union started. He escorted her to places and they explored unknown frontiers. He was a talented dancer and was very popular in the kingdom and many princesses wanted his heart. The charming prince was ready to settle and soon, he proposed to his chosen princess. The chosen princess accepted his proposal, and they went back to his castle. 

The castle was newly constructed and had rooms after rooms that it’s impossible to count for they all looked the same. Hallways after hallways of medals and certifications and achievements. The princess explored the castle but lost count of days. Soon, she realized that the castle was actually a maze that had no exit route. It went in circles and trapped any visitor that came in. 

In the trapped castle she explored the dungeons after dungeons, which contained skeletons of animals. These magical skeletons came alive each night and moved like ordinary animals before the day broke and the skeletons laid motionless on the floor. 

In the towers, there were guards that made their roundabout shifts. They did the same routine everyday at the exact time with the same marching movements and faced their guns at the same direction. They moved like figurines on a musical clock as they did their rounds. 

On the castle grounds, there was a open theatre for the public. The puppets would stage a performance as the children watched and mimicked what the puppets said or do. The children became minature caricatures of the puppets. 

Whenever the princess tried to escape via the castle grounds disguised as a peasant, maid or child, she would find herself transported back to the prime room of the castle. The prime room was different from all other rooms; it was bigger in size and had countless of mirrors. She would wake up and see her reflection being reflected back by different kinds of mirrors that distorted her image. Even the floor was made of reflective mirrors. 

The prince was no where to be found in the castle despite the princess many efforts to locate him. There were members of the aristocracy, there were relatives of the King, there were everyone else except the prince; who disappeared after bringing the princess back to the castle. 

The princess looked at the ring on her finger and wondered about the future, where has the prince gone? Will he be back? Does he love me? Why am I here? 

Her questions had no answers and no one in the kingdom would talk to her. They treated her like a queen and made her every request come true. She wanted a chocolate feast, the next day, the best chef in the kingdom was summoned to create a thousand different kinds of fusion flavored chocolates for her tasting that by the tenth bite, she wanted no more. Despite her many unreasonable requests that involved ordering a thousand red roses that only had eleven petals each, or a red armchair that could levitate; No one, even the puppets, would answer her questions about where the prince went. 

(to be continued….)