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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We are back in Central Oregon, and staying just long enough to pack our things and load up a moving truck. The plan, is to get it all ready on Friday and then leave for our new home in Portland, first thing Saturday morning. It’s going to be a busy week!
I have yet to see the new place we are going to live. MY LOVE stayed behind Saturday evening, to complete a five-hour photo shoot for Hustler Magazine, while I drove back to our Central Oregon home. Sunday, she drove her mother’s vehicle to get a look at our new home, and meet our new landlord, while I was at what will now be called “our old house” playing the drums and getting back into my routine. Sunday afternoon, MY LOVE took a shuttle from Portland to the Redmond airport, which is roughly ten miles from our old house, and it was there that I picked her up. Since then, she has begun selling furniture and other items that we do not need to take with us, buying packing boxes and putting in about two dozen address changes. I’m trying to get as much editing and blogging done that I can, so when I’m exhausted from moving, or otherwise occupied next weekend, my business will not suffer. I would like to end this month on several high notes, and two of them could definitely be this move, and showing a bit more of a profit for January. I’d really like to start this year off right!
I will miss this house. Waking up today, I looked out our bedroom window and knew that it wouldn’t be easy getting used to a new place. Living here has been comfort, it has been escape, and it has been HOME in every sense of the word. Leaving will be difficult. There is a sense I will take with me, that we failed somehow. The truth is, we are walking away from this place free-and-clear, which is pretty lucky actually. But this is not how we wanted things to end. We had hoped to give this place to MY LOVE’s mother, or at least hand over the payments to them, when we left the country. That definitely is not going to happen now. Business here, for MY LOVE, has been almost non-existent, and the porn side of our life took a hit with the rest of the economy. It must be hard to justify the purchase of smut when tons of people don’t even have jobs. Things are bound to change though, and we feel like there is a better chance for both of us to excel and succeed in Portland. When you add the accessibility to things like Opera, Theatre, Choreographed Dance, Sex Clubs, and all that stuff that falls into the “culture” category, it really starts to sound like a great idea. Okay, maybe adult theatres and glory holes aren’t “culture”, but at least they are available for our enjoyment!
MY LOVE will start to take pole-dancing lessons, and soon enough she’ll be stripping for me. Her business will flourish, as will mine, and we will be surrounded by a city that has much to offer. We will try to gain a bit of a following now, in Portland, so that things like our performances, and other personal appearances, will be well attended and received. We’re still not looking to get into the BDSM community, but maybe we can gain a kind of semi-rockstar status among the kinky/fetishy crowd. Get known well enough in Portland that we start getting invited to some interesting get-togethers….
Portland, we are coming back!
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Pig is one of my favorite characters. He's so innocently stupid that you can't help but feel sorry for him.
Pearls Before Swine can be read daily, in most major newspapers. I think this particular comic is best known for a group of inept Crocodiles that are continually failing to kill their next door neighbors, the Zebras. That story line has gotten a bit old and overdone, but it's still something I can rely on to give me a pretty regular laugh, first thing in the morning.
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Our performance during Deacon X’s Fetish Night, on Sunday, January 17th, went very well. The turnout was tremendous, and I think it had a lot to do with the fact that the next day was a holiday. It must be hard planning an event that goes late into the night, on the eve of the beginning of the workweek. Actually, the place was already pretty full when we showed up at 10:30pm that evening. There was a very attractive and skilled fire dancer/performer doing her thing in the middle of the club, and she had the crowd all around her watching intently. I only caught a bit of it, but I thought it looked magnificent.
Our main host was, of course, Deacon X, and MY LOVE and I were pleased to meet him, but it was Johnny who initially contacted us, showed us around and generally made us feel right at home. We stopped by Berbati’s, where the event is held every third Sunday of the month, a few hours before the place actually opened. Johnny, Deacon X and the rest of the crew were there several hours early, getting the place in order, and we mainly wanted to take a look at the stage to make sure that what we had planned was feasible. Johnny greeted us outside, showed us around the club and took us downstairs to the “green room” where performers can change their clothes, get their make-up on, store their valuables, etc. And when we came back to the club again, later in the evening, it was Johnny who greeted us, took us around and introduced us to people, provided some drink tickets and made certain we were comfortable and taken care of. Everyone we met was polite and helpful, and they all seemed to work together very well. Everyone seemed to be smiling, nobody ever looked stressed, and I still don’t know how they managed to pull it all off. It was a great experience.
After the fire dancer/performer there was a good section of time where everyone was allowed to dance. MY LOVE and I took this opportunity to get a little relaxed with a few drinks. We were, I’ll admit, a bit nervous. Yes, we fuck on camera for a living, and we have performed for other production companies – we’ve even fucked in front of groups of people during parties and events – but this was just different enough to be a little nerve-wracking. We spent some time down in the green room, running over last minute details, but the club was too interesting to ignore. The number of people made me a bit nervous too, but in the end I’m glad that many got to witness what we did. I gave a friend of ours one of our cameras, and asked him to record our performance, but he somehow messed that up. According to Johnny, they have a person who takes tons of photographs during the night, and there might even be some video that they managed to record, made available to us. Any photos or video we get we are eager to share, because it was a damn good performance.
I’m going to save the description of what we did for another post. When we were finished, MY LOVE and I disappeared into the green room again for a brief moment, but we were so buzzed that we really wanted to grab one more drink and maybe do a bit of dancing. I hate to admit it, but I still feel incredibly awkward and ridiculous trying to dance. I managed to get into a few songs and kind of let go, but it wasn’t the freeing experience I think most people enjoy. If you play the right music – and they had plenty of it that evening – I definitely want to let go, but I am just too aware of eyes following me in the darkness. When I’m performing, it’s one thing, but when I’m dancing I just don’t have the confidence. While we were out there, a young lady stopped and told us that our performance was the best she’d ever seen at the club. We received quite a few compliments, which only boosted our high. What a magnificent feeling!
We didn’t even take the stage until midnight. If you know anything about us, you know that’s LATE in our book. By the time we had our final drink, danced a bit and gathered our belongings from the green room it was past one in the morning. Both of us were hungry, and I think eager to get home and do some celebratory fucking. It was a wonderful night that we hope to top in April, when we go back and do another performance. My mind is already working on a few ideas…
To Deacon X, Johnny and the rest of the staff/helpers that were around that evening, we give a BIG THANK YOU for your kindness and hospitality. We will definitely see you all again in April.
Look for pictures and the description of our performance, coming soon!
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MY LOVE writes:
***I had been corresponding with the folks at Bella Morte Productions since early December. Our shoot date was set for the 17th of January. Talk about organized! This company even sent me scripts in advance so I would know what we were planning to shoot, clothing needed for each set and if anything else special was needed.
You will need to visit the Bella Morte site: www.bellamorteonline.com/ and their sister site; Beauty Productions: www.beautypllconline.com/ to see all the crazy stuff we did that day!!
An overview to whet your appetite:
- I was chloroformed and raped, then my throat was slit.
- I lost in a game of strip poker.
- My husband sold me to his bookie to repay a gambling debt.
- I drowned in a bathtub and had to be resuscitated.
- My fellow med student friend accidentally killed me while learning how to use a defibrillator.
You are starting to get the picture.
Thank you, Beauty Productions, for a FUN day!!!***
There is already a scene up from the shoot, on Bella Morte, with a preview and everything. Stop by and check it out!
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