Looking over the site on Insex I became nervous. I had done bondage before but this seemed so hardcore (needles, bags, suffocation). I was wavering on the uncertainty of my occupational choice and riddled with excitement towards the upcoming shoot. But I’m always one for testing boundaries. I like to taste that fine line that we walk between sanity and insanity. I like to push the limits of what my body, mind and spirit are capable of, what I’m capable of. I’m enthralled with how one’s mind and energy can transcend their normal physical capabilities. I find bondage and S&M to be meditative, spiritual, and an act of endurance performance art that I enjoy greatly.
When I first arrived at the Insex studio, I worked with PD. But not for long as I’m desperately afraid of gags and PD always works with gags. PD explained to me that he is an artist and that the model and the gag are both materials with which he works. As an artist, I understand that and wouldn’t want him to compromise his aesthetic for my sake. I don’t know what it is, but something about gags freaks me out. I love single tail and canes, bring on the nipple clamps, rope suspension, and a firm hand, but when you cover my mouth I’m a baby. But I’m working on it kids. I’m doing my homework out here on the west coast trying to conquer this phobia.
Sir C and I worked very well together. I really enjoyed the beautifully creative suspension bondage that we did and she has a really nice firm hand that is great at spanking.
One of the first things that Sir C did was attach a lock to my clit ring, which weighed heavily upon the jewelry while I lay there enduring her corporal punishment and having my ass hole shaved with a straight razor. I had never had any weight on my clit hood before. I loved the fact that I had to stay still while she struck me with the cane or else run the chance of ripping my precious goods. Needless to say, I was still.
Sir C put me in a booty-ful ass tie that wrapped my butt cheeks individually in tight protruding mounds and suspended me from the ceiling, striking my bottom and the rest of my body with implements of her choosing. She left deep coloring on my cheeks and souvenir stripes that stayed on my fair skin for days.
The most intense experience of my time at Insex was in a suspension with a leather hood on my head. The suspension was very comfortable thanks to Sir C’s mad rope skills, but the hood covered my mouth and inched up towards my stuffy nose that was just recovering from a cold. I concentrated on my breathing delving deep into a meditative mode. My body extremely present and active and at the same time completely I felt no pain as the cane, flog, and hand struck my body again and again. breathe in...breathe out...breathe in…breathe out. I was thankful for the strikes of sweet tasting pleasure that resonated against my body with their stings and thuds. It was like a gift for breathing so well through the small opening. It was beautiful warmth to swim around in while I hung suspended from the ceiling like a picata ready to be broken open.
As I was hanging, I thought of the beauty in the art of bondage, both from a visual and performance perspective. I caught my mind tripping on the intricacies of rope(the smell, the touch, the cutting of rope into one’s flesh). I thought of how in our daily lives we find ourselves bound to so many things (jobs, homes, money, family, daily routines, labels, stereotypes). We awake in a bed bound to cities that we hate, stuck living lies that someone fed us as a child.
Then I thought of the freedom I experience suspended and bound - mouth made shut and yet my voice was so loud and deafening as it jumped from synapse to synapse. Nerve endings screaming from immense stimulation till they had gone numb from exhaustion. Suddenly, I became deeply aware of the powerful position of the submissive and took a deep breath of air into my lungs as I was lowered, untied, and the hood removed.
For the final scene, Sir C brought out one of the mechanical dildos and my favorite toy – the eroscillator. Both were used to fuck my pretty little brains out while I was bound tight straddling a table. There is nothing better in this world than deep vigorous penetration, intense clitoral stimulation, and the feeling of rope cutting into your skin as your body convulses with screams with orgasmic pleasure till your pussy crescendos with a warm wave of fluid. I’m getting excited just thinking about it. We got lots of shots of the proud puddle that was left standing as I stumbled away delirious with a truly delicious sexual experience and an unforgettable shoot at Insex.
Release: 2004
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