Here are the addresses for the two sites:
www.bellypunishment.com
And
www.BellyPain.com
At first, things didn’t go so smoothly. Based on the sample we’d sent her, Jill wanted me to punch MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade more severely, and for longer periods of time than either of us was comfortable with. Of course, the sample was meant to look impressive, but it didn’t accurately show what we would do throughout a 20-minute segment. The first scene we shot for Jill Lauren Productions was a damn good one, but I did way too much face and breast slapping for fans of belly punching to really enjoy it. This made sense, so we shot another scene the next day, to replace it. It was then that things started to get a bit ugly and frustrating.
The second scene was a disaster - not from our viewpoint, but from that of Jill Lauren. She accused me of pulling punches and of trying to mislead people by slapping MY LOVE on the stomach to warm her up. She felt I was doing it so that the area would get red and then my knuckles would show up better on her skin. It was a bullshit accusation that really made me angry. Things were further complicated when we tried to explain that the severity of the punches she wanted to see, along with the length of time she wanted to see them occur, was just not healthy or safe for MY LOVE to go through. My fists were landing on taut muscle, not fat, and I had no interest in damaging the person I love for any amount of money. Taking a look at the footage, even now, I see that Jill had a valid point. I don’t know if it was the angle of the cameras or the fact that I wasn’t flailing my arms wildly, but the punches did not look severe. It didn’t help that MY LOVE seemed to be enjoying herself the whole time. I guess belly-punching fans don’t dig that. It was clear we needed to learn a bit more about what belly-punching fetishists enjoyed before we could continue. We spoke with Jill, watched a few examples of footage she provided, and eventually agreed to shoot three different scenes of something more erotic and less extreme.
These scenes have been interesting to shoot. When you are asked to punch someone in the stomach, over and over again for twenty minutes, it gets really dull. Even when you are allowed to mix in a little bit of slapping, and maybe even some sex, you still know that your main focus has to be striking someone in the same spot, repeatedly. Trying to be creative is not easy. Trying to make it interesting isn’t any easier. Honestly, we are supposed to make twelve, 20-minute scenes of this sort of thing over the next few months, and I don’t know how we’re going to make them stand apart from each other. You can only change what you wear and where you shoot the scene so much before it is just more of the same. That’s our main challenge.
I still manage to get semi-aroused while filming these scenes. Hurting MY CUNT still turns me on, there’s no doubt about that, but I am definitely one for a bit more variety. Not only would I like to use something other than my fists, I’d like to hit somewhere besides the stomach. But this is work, and work can’t always be fun I guess. We’re happy to have money coming in, considering how lean things are right now in every corner of every industry, so there is no complaining going on here. A check for our fifth clip is on the way, and we will be filming it at the beginning of next week. Our first four are available right now at: www.BellyPain.com - just click on "K&C CLIPS" at the top of the first page.
And there is currently a discussion board going with a few comments, that seems to be solely about our clips: www.members.boardhost.com/Jillsbelly/msg/1260884063.html
Of course, this link may not always be active, so stop by and check it out while you can.
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I know there has been a lot of writing lately, and no pictures to go with it. How shameful! So, here are a couple of random pictures for you to enjoy:
And now, back to our regularly scheduled program...
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Well, most of the unpacking is done, and we are ready to get back to a regular routine. I wish I had something more to report to you, but that’s all our days have been filled with for this past week: moving. Today I escaped briefly, to do a bit of music shopping, but for the most part I spent the afternoon cleaning out and rearranging the garage, putting up curtains and doing some of my own closet organizing. Things like putting my pants and underwear where they belong…
MY LOVE reported yesterday that her period had started, so I know there is butthole in my future. As tired as we both were, she managed to give me head two times yesterday, and a wonderful two times it was. Today, I haven’t had any oral sex, but I have a feeling it’s coming very shortly. We have to shoot one of the custom videos tomorrow so I’m hoping it’ll also be a Happy Butthole Day!
Some good news: Deacon X of “Deacon X’s Fetish Night” contacted us and said that he had some video footage from our performance at Berbati’s last month, so tomorrow night I am going to go and pick it up from him. Depending upon how it looks, and what format it is in, I may put it up on FetLife and here on the blog. We’ll have to see. I am very excited to see what they captured! We’ve received messages from just about everybody on the staff, telling us that they enjoyed the performance. Apparently we also caused a bit of controversy, which is not surprising. Wait until they get a look at what we do in April!
The event photographer also contacted us and said that it will take a while to get the shots he took that evening, to us. I guess he has to fuzz out all the faces in the background to avoid legal issues. What a job! We are hoping he’ll have a disc of photos available by the time the February “Deacon X’s Fetish Night” rolls around (That’s the 3rd Sunday of every month, at Berbati’s Pan in Portland, Oregon) because we are thinking of going that night, just to have a little fun. I’m curious to see what they’ve got lined up for entertainment, because honestly, the first time we went to the event we didn’t stay late enough to see what went on. And our second time in the club, we were part of the entertainment, so we only caught bits and pieces of other acts. That, and I like the music they play!
Saying we live in Portland now isn’t really saying enough. The city is pretty damn big. Even telling you we live in Southwest Portland doesn’t really give you a whole lot of information. We live in an area called John’s Landing, which is maybe a 7-10 minute drive from the downtown area. I don’t know who John is, or what he plans on landing, but hopefully he doesn’t do it in our neighborhood. The area is very nice – I think a total of six different neighbors welcomed us the day we arrived – and I am looking forward to exploring it on my bicycle. Got to get to know the area so I don’t get lost anymore.
Good stuff like butthole sex stories and video from our performance coming soon!
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MY LOVE and I spent nearly three straight days packing up our Central Oregon household to get it ready to move to Portland. Already quite exhausted at that point, we then loaded the moving truck with the help of a small crew MY LOVE found on Craigslist. That was Friday, the 29th of January, and by the time we got done loading darkness had already settled in. We blew up an air mattress and took a very long nap, waking up at roughly 5:45am the next morning. Saturday was spent doing a final bit of loading, driving over the mountain, and then unloading the truck once we’d reached our new home. I spent the remainder of the day taking every item off of the truck that I could manage to lift by myself, and at least hefting it to the door so that MY LOVE could then take it to it’s proper room. This cut down on tracking dirt through our new place and helped keep the number of times a box got lifted and moved pretty low. When two friends of the family showed up to assist us late in the day, we were down to the big, heavy items and so incredibly wasted that we probably would have caused some damage, or injured ourselves if we had tried to move them. Everything was out of the U-haul by the time the sun went down Saturday, and we couldn’t do much more that night than order a pizza, watch half a movie, and crawl into bed.
Yesterday was a day of recovery, and the beginning of the unpacking process. We actually spent the first half of the afternoon doing some necessary shopping for our new place. This would have been the “recovery” part I guess. Our muscles were being given the chance to relax, and our minds weren’t desperately trying to remember where we’d packed things, so it certainly didn’t feel like work. It was quite nice to spend half the day looking for shower curtains, dishes, glassware and the like. We ate a late lunch and made our way back to the townhouse, where we dove into our work until late into the evening. And then it was time to go upstairs and pass out again.
It is now Monday, February 1st, and we are officially here! We went out earlier and finished up the shopping we didn’t get done yesterday, and now MY LOVE is upstairs trying to put together the kitchen while I am down in the office writing to all of you. The going is slow, partially because we have no sense of urgency, but mostly because we found we own a whole lot of stuff! The most inexplicable of all were the number of boxes that wound up labeled “Kitchen”. There were more for that room than the office, and we have two computer, two printers, four hard-drives, a tower and all the accessories to go in there! Not to mention, all of our kinky, sex-related items are going in there as well, but the kitchen still won out. I know MY LOVE really enjoys cooking and baking, but I seriously don’t believe she uses all the crap we packed up and brought over here. In fact, I’ve challenged her to use every piece she unpacks to make something for us to consume, so that I know it wasn’t a wasted effort. If she takes the challenge things could get interesting for a while.
Do I like it here? That’s hard to say right now. The city is an improvement, there’s no doubt about that. We haven’t even been out to do much except eat, and do the bit of necessary shopping we did, but it’s already vastly superior. This is something we knew already, coming over here, but it is still a relief to finally be experiencing it. Next month, when we can afford to start going out and enjoying the city again, it’s going to be even better. And truth told, we moved here because of what the city had to offer, not because we didn’t like our home. The place we had in Central Oregon was large, quiet, semi-secluded and surrounded by wildlife. It was comfortable, and we felt we could escape the rest of the world there. What it wasn’t surrounded by was a kind of culture we enjoy. It didn’t just lack a night-life, it lacked any life. Portland has the things that we crave, but does our new home?
For my part, I am not really happy here just yet. MY LOVE can share her feelings with you if/when she chooses. We now live in a three-level townhouse and share a common wall with our neighbor. What that actually means, is that we share three common walls with her, just the same side of the house on each level. When our neighbors’ dog starts to bark in her bedroom we will have to hear it in ours. When she decides to watch television or play her music we will have to hear it through our living room wall. It means that I will be unable to enjoy a movie with MY LOVE during specific hours of the day, because I cannot do so with something annoying like that coming from the wall behind me. It means that I will be escaping the noise from our next-door neighbor quite regularly, by going down to the office or leaving the house altogether.
And none of that may turn out to be too bad. The fact that I can no longer play my drums is a HUGE bummer, but it may mean I explore playing and recording guitar a bit more, and there is definitely great benefit in that. Simply working on my ability to tolerate “that which I cannot control”, whether I want to or not, I hope is going to be good for me. Right now, it is the contrast of what I am used to, and what I have to get used to, that has to be dealt with. This is a challenge that I really didn’t want to take on at this point in my life, but it was one that I had to take on sooner or later, so why not now? If we are ever going to move out of this country I have to be able to adapt to less-than-perfect surroundings for that to go even semi-smoothly. I’d hate to get all the way to Europe and find I couldn’t handle living the way they do, whatever way that is. I don’t think MY LOVE and I are going to be able to afford to buy and island of our own right away…
We are exhausted. Beat. Pooped! Muscles are sore that never were before. Last night was the first night in nearly a week we went to sleep at a normal hour. Tomorrow is one more day of unpacking and putting the new home together, and then it is back to work for both of us. We have two custom movies to shoot and MY LOVE will begin refocusing her efforts on her other businesses. We will need a good month to recoup some of the moving costs before anything really fun can happen. And that’s why we’re here – a hope for better business and more fun. Wish us luck!
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Johnny escorted MY LOVE and I behind a white screen that sits lengthwise along the stage, and it was there that we waited for the music to stop. Once it did, I led MY LOVE out and pointed to a spot for her to stand. She wore panties, a bra, stockings and high heels. A pair of suspension cuffs were already around her wrists to save us time, and to help us avoid taking too long to put them on during the performance. I had given the DJ two songs on a CD that we planned on doing the performance to, so things had to go pretty smoothly or else the choreography would be off. But first there was silence.
I pulled the microphone off of the stand and tested it by asking the crowd if they could hear me. Nobody really answered, but I could hear my voice amplified, so I knew it was on and working just fine. Glancing at the crowd I introduced the both of us as K and Catherine de Sade, and welcomed them to “Our Ruinous Love”. Looking at MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade for a brief moment, I smiled and continued.
“I am not a Top, or a Dom, or a Master or anything like that,” I said, “and what we are about to do is not meant to be instructional or educational. It is just for your viewing pleasure. If you like what you see and maybe want to do something similar, we only ask that you find someone you trust, and maybe have a bit of a history with, before you try it. We like causing pain, but we don’t want anyone getting damaged.” – or something close to that. I then wrapped up with a “That’s about all I have to say. Thanks. Hope you enjoy it” and it was time to begin. As I slid the microphone back onto the stand the music started. Turning towards MY LOVE, I walked behind her and quickly slid down her panties. Behind me, on the floor, was a case that I had carried onto the stage and left open. Inside were the things I planned to use for this performance. Walking over to the box I bent down and reached in for the pliers.
The music was very slow. Ambient. No percussion. Merely a note or two on a bass-heavy keyboard. This was the set-up music really. So I got started, knowing at some point I had to be working 100% in sync with it. Pulling one of Catherine’s cunt lips down a bit, I latched the pliers onto it. Letting go, I stood up and removed her bra. As soon as it slid to the floor her hands went behind her back, and the suspension cuffs were secured. Next came a set of clover clamps to her nipples, followed by two enormous weights that I hung from them. The weights elicited a few gasps from the crowd, but I really wasn’t hearing much. I was way too focused. All of this was done slowly, with the flow of the music. I took my time and caressed MY LOVE. Kissed her and made sure she was getting warmed up. There was much to come.
The music shifted a bit. It became rhythmic and insistent. This was my cue to go and grab the red plastic wrap from the box that was still sitting a few feet away, on the stage. Leaning over to get it, I looked back, and sure enough MY LOVE was turning to see what I was up to. You see, we had only done a half-assed rehearsal of this, one time, and I had done my best to avoid letting her know this particular part was going to happen. Knowing someone is going to walk up and wrap plastic wrap around your face, while your hands are trapped behind your back, can’t be easy. Plus, if there’s one thing I’ve heard MY LOVE say over and over again, it’s that she doesn’t want to know every single detail of what’s going to happen. I love to respect that.
I stood up smiling, because I knew she could see what was coming. By now, I’d sort of lost my place in the music, but I knew we were close to the point I was waiting for. Stepping behind her again, I listened for the music to change - for the thud of the percussion to kick in – then leaned forward and began wrapping the red plastic wrap around her entire face and head. I wound it around three times and she cried out, and struggled. I then held her head still a moment so that everyone could get a good look. Using a finger, I reached up and ripped a hole in the plastic, right over her mouth. She sucked in air like she’d been unable to breathe for a couple minutes, but I doubt it was more than 20 seconds. I waited a moment and then wrapped the plastic around her face and head three more times. As before, I held her still for everyone to get a look, and then ripped a hole open near her mouth so that she could take in a breath. It probably looked more dramatic than it was, but that’s what we were aiming for.
At this point, we were done with the first half of the performance. The music began to shift into a new song, so I started unwinding the plastic and taking off the weights, clamps and pliers. Undoing her suspension cuffs momentarily, I lifted them up and secured them to a ring that was hanging above us. With the exception of her stockings and high heels, MY LOVE was naked and ready for abuse. All of the things I’d used on her in the first half of the performance were out of the way, so the stage was pretty much empty except for the two of us. I began by caressing MY LOVE/Catherine de Sade, quickly moving to slapping her stomach and rib area as the music intensified. I’d picked a song that I knew would rotate from “anticipation” to “explosion”, then back again, for nearly five minutes. During the music that got everyone primed and ready – the “anticipation” – I would warm MY LOVE up, or use it to let her rest. During the music that was explosive and violent, I would be explosive and violent. So it went like this…
… standing behind or beside MY LOVE, I smacked her belly and ribs until they were red. When the song hit that moment of explosion the slapping became punching. In front of quite a large crowd I began to pummel her in the ribs and stomach, to the beat of the drums. It was brief – perhaps fifteen seconds – but that’s about all she could take before she needed a quick break. So the music eased off and I stepped forward for more kissing, caressing and slapping. Sometimes I would get a good whack in on her ass, or chest, but the main focus was the stomach, ribs and eventually the back. MY LOVE took a moment to absorb the pain, then the music was exploding again and my fists were slamming into her repeatedly, to the beat that pulsed from the speakers. We both heard plenty of noise from the crowd, but as before I was so focused that most of it really didn’t get through. They liked what they were seeing though.
And it went like this for about five minutes. Soft, then brutal. A kiss and a caress, then fists. Underneath the music I talked to MY LOVE and let her know she was being a good, tough girl. By the end of the performance, I was punching her for longer periods of time and I know it wasn’t easy for her to just stand there and basically take it. She did an absolutely magnificent job, and I was so proud of her. As the music finally died down, signaling the end of our performance, I leaned over her shoulder, smiled, waved my arms and mouthed “That’s it” to everyone standing close by. Several shouts went up and people began to clap. Releasing her hands from the ring, I told MY LOVE to take a bow, and she did. Gathering up our things and putting them in our box, we exited the stage the way we came in.
The response from the crowd that night was exactly what we’d hoped for, and we left the stage feeling very good about what we did. There was talk of returning in March to do another performance, but we will likely be in New York on the third Sunday of that month, so it is going to have to wait until April. That will give us plenty of time to come up with something twice as shocking, and believe me my mind is already hard at work.
Thanks again to Deacon X (our host), Johnny, and the whole crew. Looking forward to seeing you all again soon!
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