Alright boys and girls, it's story time.
As a lot of you already know, I've had some of the worst luck lately. Nothing has been going right, at all. Either I was having problems with the car, or something came up reguarding money, or something generally along those lines. I was telling a friend of mine how I really needed something to go right. This was Friday actually.
So, come Saturday, I go to Harpos up in Detroit for an industrial concert. The Asylum Angels (
http://www.myspace.com/asylumangelz ) were putting on a small fetish show while Second stage was playing. I actually know Shannon, the head of AA, and we had talked earlier that night. Actually, me and my friend went back to the girls dressing room just talk to talk and be entertained. Shannon was talking about an after party at the iRock involving as flesh pull, suspension, and grinder girls. My first thought was to speak up later and mention how I'd love to do a flesh pull. I never got around to it. *laughs*
There first thing was the whole dominatrix thing.
Opi wrote:I'll start with answering this question...
05neonsxt wrote:also what is "beat by dominatrix'es" mean???
Wiki wrote:A dominatrix (from the Latin dominatrix, meaning a female ruler or mistress; plural dominatrices) or mistress is a woman who takes the dominant role in bondage and discipline, domination and submission or sado-masochistic sexual practices, which are commonly abbreviated as BDSM.
At harpos in detroit, the Asylum Angels were putting on a show that night. The whole night would go, main stage, second stange, then the Angels would put on a show. I was one of the first few to go into the cage. (I was also in there the longest mind you)
They threw me in the cage, and came in there with me. They proceded to beat me with a leather belt. When one got tired, the next would step up to the plate. At one point, I was asked "can you take anymore?" I responded with "can your girls give any more????."
That's when the giant amazon-type dom came in. She proceded to beat me over and over, and this time, turnd the belt around to the metal studded side. She got tired and gave up well before I did.
Yes, I enjoyed it. No, I didn't get turned on by it. It's hard to explain... but it's the second time I've been beat in this circumstance.
I can take alot of pain, needless to say the least. I enjoy the show mainship of it all.
I may actually be a part of the asylum angels, being paid to do the things I love. I'm going to be part of a side show act. We'll see how that goes later on.
I'll explain my love for suspension later today. Gotta start work at some point in time.
Then the concert continued, and we followed the Angels to the iRock. My friend and I were sitting around at the table, and Shannons finance was talking to some people right next to us about how the person that was going to suspend backed out. I spoke up, and said I'd glady do it.
I went to the back room, talked to the piercers about everything, signed a waiver, and continued on with my night.
The first "act" was Shannon and one of her Angels Tegan doing a flesh pull together.
Opi wrote:A flesh pull consists of two hooks in your back, with rope tied to it. They are then tied to another person with the same set up, and generally play tug of war.
One girl almost passed out, but the other one wanted more. So what did we do? The two piercers were holding the ropes, myself and another Angel had the girls hands, and we played tug of war.
She did this for damn well 15 minutes, and loved every second. The three of us were DRAGGING the piercers across the show floor. When she finally had her hooks taken out, one was bent.
Steel will give in before anything else.
(Start reading here. It's the important part.)
There was alot of emotion in the room after that. The band on stage was playing some heavy screamo, so it just agged everyone on.
After they were done, I headed back to get pierced. They prepped, cleaned, so on and so forth. I laid down and they pierced two hooks in me at a time. (6g hook with a 4g needle inserted on it) The first set burned, but wasn't bad. The second set SUCKED because one of the piercers lost connection and had to fiddle to get the hook through.
I sat up... somewhat light headed. It just felt like there was tension in my back. It was already sore from the beating, and this just added to it.
We went out right after words to the cage, and they started to attatch the rope to my hooks. It was uncomfortable.. nothing terrible. They hosted it up a little to adjust the tension in each hook so it was equal. At that point, even I started to think I was nuts. Just simply nuts. They let it off, and got out of the cage.
I told the person who was dealing with the pull system to lift up a little. I walked back and forth, kind of putting more and more weight on the hooks. It was an adrenaline rush. At this point, every around me just became a voice. Not a face, not a person, but a voice in my head. The crowed ROARED. That really got the adrenaline going, and I was now on my tippy toes barly touching the ground. The hardest part about my suspension was letting go. It was kind of a scary feeling knowing i was hanging in the air.
I got lifted the rest of the way up.
At that point, the endomorphene rush was so intense, i was in a state of euphoria. I was looking around but didn't see anyone. Just voices. Nothing mattered to me. All my stresses were gone. I was actually happy. I found myself searching the back of my mind and nothing was there. My body was reacting to everyone telling me to spin around, to everyone yelling and chanting, but my mind was somewhere else. It was fantastic. After I curled into a ball, the pain finally hit me and I wanted down. That, and I couldn't do anything else outside of spin around in circles.
I told them to let me down, and they did so. My feet hit the ground but my legs buckled. I didn't want to stand in my own weight. The piercers came in, and cut the ropes. I got out, and ran straight to my friend. I was hugging on her, loving on her, it felt like we just got married. Everyone around me made me happy. I could feel the energy in the room, I could feel everyones aura.
It was a state of Nirvana.
I felt like I was reborn. Nothing mattered to me. I realized just how petty everything was that was going on in my life, and it just didn't matter anymore.
This feeling stayed up until Monday morning. I still feel the same way mentally, just not physically. I'm giving everything a second chance and trying over again.
A lot of you may think I'm crazy, but this is how it went... this is what I felt.
Your body is a drug if used properly.
I can't drive anywhere other than work/school until October so.. yeahhhh.