My First Suspension

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?”

Would I???

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


So excited for you. Sounds like a good time. Interesting that you had similar sensations as yoga. I wondered about that. And I still have to show you a trick to doing a headstand. Next time I see you.

Hey Axe, I was the guy who She couldn’t find and I was next, so lovely that it worked out that way 🙂

Seth F.

“Your oral habit.” Yum.

You looked quite blissful hanging there.

Oooooh I wish I could have seen that. I don’t generally like to be suspended, but it’s on my list of things to learn to do….

Leather pants?!?! I thought you only had jeans.

I’m so happy for you! Murre’s never fully suspended me, though lots of partial stuff. It sounds wonderful.

But down to business. I am really concerned about this sentence:

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.”

The tense change I like, it’s like upshifting. But I think the contraction “I’d” puts the sentence in the hypothetical-conditional mood. As if maybe you will email her about it later, and maybe you won’t. I’m trying to decide how I feel about that.

Yes, yes……I think I must be obsessive.