You're raising some excellent points
I can’t get over the fact that I would find it creepy were I the SP, if someone brought out a huge bag of tricks... especially on the first meeting.
Some toys can be covered with a condom, and some cannot. It's the ones that can’t that I’d be worried about. How do you know the guy didn’t cum all over someone else’s breasts while they were wearing the nipple clamps, then shook them off and threw them back in the bag? Has that whip or flogger ever been washed, or does it have someone else’s skin flakes and sweat all over it?
Even worse, what if that whip or flogger drew blood once and was never washed? Or the rope, what if the guy was into golden showers and peed on someone/got peed on while they/he were tied up, then wrung out the rope, threw it back into the bag, and forgot to wash it later?
How does she know how often the guy washes that blanket that he uses every time he sleeps with someone? Is it going to be sticky with old lube or encrusted with bodily fluids? Even something as simple as the lube... how can she know that you didn’t take your finger out of someone’s ass and then unintentionally wipe it across the tip of the dispenser when going for more?
Even if everything were to be completely clean and sanitary how could she know that?
Hey Sleepmonger,
I applaud your intelligent contributions. Hope your boredom, after returning from Japan, will continue motivating your input for a while.
When unpacking my blanket, I always assure the lady,
"gāng xǐ gānjìng le" (It's freshly washed). I've no trouble being believed, probably because I've that super-trustworthy look.
But if
you had grown up in some Asian urban cesspool like these girls, the last thing you'd probably worry about is catching anything untoward from a pooner's blanket or flogger.
I do wash my non condom-protected toys from time to time. In fact, after reading your post, I've just put my flogger, whip and ropes into the washing machine. The BDSM community has evolved some rather impressive disinfecting routines for toys.
Ah, the cleanliness of lube bottles! Thanks for reminding me to make sure I always disinfect them after each tryst. You're right, after dipping my dick into the girl's chocolate dispenser, I've often reapplied lube without thinking twice about possible contamination. My bad!
All of us make our own tradeoffs between risks and rewards. I prefer my sex reasonably safe but not paranoid-safe.
I respect the choice of SPs who minimize risk by offering antiseptic, absolutely-no-fluid-exchange sex. But I prefer to see SPs who kiss and allow DATY, and I've so far failed to wean myself from my BBBJ addiction.
And once an SP provides BBBJs, she's not going to be super-fussy about disinfecting everything you bring. In any case, dried-on sweat or skin flakes aren't likely to be poisonous.
Sometimes during DATY, the thought also crossed my mind: "Is she completely clean and sanitary?" You got to make your choice: total safety or spontaneous pleasure?
No doubt you're right—some SPs find a first-time client creepy if he shows up with a pooner bag, especially SPs who work alone.
Being a guy of the variety-hungry type, I don't see most of my SPs more than once. That's another reason I go mostly to micros and the occasional AMP: I don't want to be judged "creepy."
There's a difference between a solitary Indy SP who understandably feels a little nervous about any new client (especially if she had one or two "bad tricks") and an AMP or micro girl who feels safely ensconced in the company of fellow SPs.
About
Hatrick's legendary "snatchlite"—probably necessary and acceptable in the case of the roadside flowers he picks. Given that most AMPs and some micros are really dark, I've toyed with the idea of adding a flashlight myself (à la Henry Miller in
Tropic of Cancer).
But then I thought, shining a light directly onto (or into) a shame-prone Asian girl's kitty might be a bit hard for her to take. I'm certainly open to reconsidering.
Regarding
Violet's concern about a camera: again, I'd not spring a request for photos on an Indy SP. These things need to be clarified beforehand, when making the appointment.
But totally different dynamics play out in a micro, where you first communicate with a phone person. None of those humble, sweet, sex-addicted micro girls has ever seemed miffed when I politely asked,
"pāi zhào kěyǐ ma?"
In fact, some seem to be flattered by my enthusiasm for keeping their memory alive in my photo collection.