Being suspended has always been a daydream of mine. A fantasy that I’ve played over and over in my head. Either hanging from the rafters and getting fucked or beaten or teased or….well…anything. Suspension always seemed to add a layer of vulnerability.
Well, I finally got to try it.
I was at a Suspension party here in New York (fitting of course) with a few friends and out of the blue, Troy Orleans walks up to me and says “Hey, I was going to suspend someone but I can’t find him. Would you mind?”
I’m sure she could see how excited I was by the idea and before long she was running rope under, over and around my body. I have been around a lot of people getting suspended and I always thought it took much longer for most people to the hoisted up.
It was much more comfortable than I thought it would be. The rope was cushioned by my leather pants and T-shirt. I’m not sure if the rope would have felt as though it was digging into my skin without it or not but I was really enjoying myself.
I wasn’t sure if Troy was sick of hearing me talk or if she just knew I like to have something in my mouth but a few seconds later she had a ballgag in place as I swayed there. I’d email her about it later and she said, “I brought that ball gag expressly for you in case we had the opportunity to play there. It wasn’t to get you to shut up, it was for your oral habit…
There I was, finally suspended. Swaying back and forth around a hundred or so people. It was peaceful. It felt similar to yoga as I drifted into a similar state of mind.
I’m not sure how long I was up there, it felt like 5 maybe 10 minutes but it was more like three times that. Eventually she let me down, I gave her a big hug with a silly grin on my face and two friends who were watching gave me big smiles as well.
To Troy and the guy she couldn’t find: Thank you