Children in cages

Almost 10 days have gone by since I came back from the desert, yet I still have not fully processed all the events that happened before my duck-tape-fixed glasses.

There is one scene, in particular, that I dare not sink into the mists of faulty memory without scrutinising a bit first. The story goes as follows...

It was the middle of the afternoon, shortly before or after lunch. I was seeking some entertainment and a naked drawing workshop seemed like fun. I faintly remembered someone telling me I could model for it, and was hoping to meet this person again, though I could not remember who.

When I arrived at Loophole, as had become usual for me, quite a bit after the activity should have started, it was clear the workshop was not being carried out. Nevertheless, there was some fuzz in the dungeon so I went in to check it out. There, under the bright light of noon, a peculiar scene was taking place.

A middle-age master was playing with his young, beautiful, curly-haired, harness-clad, but bare of anything else pet. She was sticking her tongue out, on her knees, wagging her tail, and looking up sweetly.

Right next to them, quite close, three children were mimicking their games from inside the dungeon cage. A toddler wearing only his diaper was the youngest. The oldest must have been around 8 or 9. From inside the cage, they were barking, panting, scratching themselves as if they were dogs.

The father asked if they were thirsty, and poured some water over the bars into their little mouths. "More, more, more!" they insisted. The father went out of the room for a moment, leaving the oldest to become the master, who used the pet plate to pour some raw almonds for his brothers.

When their dad came back, he asked them to get out, but the youngest one was chilling in the cage and would not. At one point, the Dungeon Mistress asked if it was appropriate. To which the father replied: "The father consents".

The whole party eventually left, not before the master and his pet had begun a masturbatory game. Which the two older children mimicked by play-fighting, rolling and tumbling on the carpet-covered ground.

After this, so many questions I have not paused to analyse yet. Regarding children's sexuality and consent.

We can generally define consent as an enthusiastic, informed, voluntary, non-coerced affirmation. A willing "yes". 

We can also take into consideration that the age of consent, that under which a person is considered legally incompetent to consent to a sexual act, is highly variable depending on the jurisdiction. Most often ranging from 14 to 18 years old. And, current statute considers it's either the parent's or the State's job to look out for the children's best interest at that age; but would not say it is the minor's choice to decide whether they want to be in that situation or not.

With that in mind... I wonder.

Clearly, the kids were having a blast. Should it be the parent's choice? Their choice? The State's?

- Do we need specific [Do not put your children in dungeon cages] laws? -

Is it a sexual / erotic activity? Should it be considered as such when deciding about consent? Or can it be handled like any other type of play-time?

Well, I definitely don't think the State should handle it. Although I'm a bit weary about letting all parents have full control as well. I suppose listening and checking in with the kids is a good strategy, like during any session: "How's it going? Are you ready to come out yet? Would you like to know more about anything of what you are seeing here?" 

I do still wonder, however, how you get yourself in that situation in the first place. Although knowing children like I do, it was probably the little beasts initiative from what I can tell.

I believe the situation is as sexual or as stoic as the adults in it make it. No one from outside the family was interacting with them, except for some of us curiously watching the scene and the pet occasionally motioning pet-stuff at them in a very playful manner.

If we're going to raise our heads up to the heavens, wondering if the experience will scar them in some way in the future, my answer is that it will probably be less traumatising than our average running into mommy's room after a nightmare to find her sucking daddy's cock and have her be all flustered about it. The more we normalise sexual activities to children, the more ordinary it will be for them; regardless of the environment of sex-negativity and repression we're surrounded by.