And the winner is...

Conny arrived Friday night. She was waiting in the apartment when I got home for work. You cynical folk might think the romance is over when I don't greet her at the airport. Believe me, I wanted to. But, I can only take so much time away from work. In any case, it was great to come home to her. We ordered some food to be delivered so we could stay in and enjoy each other's company without any distractions.

We called it an early night, both of us wanting sleep. Sleep didn't come until we got some business out of the way. Some remarkably vanilla business, actually. Remarkable vanilla but quite passionate. Practically a "quickie," but a damn fine quickie.

For those playing along at home, no one is wearing a collar yet. I did, however, lose a point due to a technical foul, so the advantage is in Conny's favor. She's not rushing to press her lead, so I suspect she is actually longing to be collared, so don't give up yet.


It's showtime!

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My public debut as a bondage go-go boy went off smoothly. Mainly because I didn't have to do anything except wear the outfit shown above and let Nori truss me up like a turkey. I arrived at the club ahead of Nori to meet with the film crew, so I could be interviewed for the "before" part. I spent fifteen minutes talking to them, and then went to wait for Nori to show up after seeing Cabaret with a friend.

Once she arrived, we got right down to business. The proprietor of the club showed us the dressing room, which consisted of the ladies room, basically. Nori fixed her make up, and I got into my outfit. It took quite a while to lace up those high Doc Martens, and in that time, I discovered how cold the ladies room was. Once I was properly attired, Nori got to work. When it comes to bondage, Nori is more than an expert. She's practically a machine. She wrapped my head with ace bandages to keep my hair out of the way for a "head harness." With my hair covered, she took parachute cord, and wove this elaborate net over my head. It was quite a feeling and I found it pretty difficult to open my mouth to talk. Nori then did a rope harness over my body to prepare me for the suspension.

With all that work done taking about 15 minutes we were ready to go on. She told me what gesture to make if I needed quick release since it would be too loud to talk on stage. We walked out of the dressing room and onto the stage. I'm not good at estimating things, but there were easily over 100 people jammed in the place. The flashblubs started firing, and the camera crew for the TV show were front and center. Not that I felt any hesitation at all. It was pretty outrageous to be at the center of all this attention, even if I was just going to be the roped-up boy-meat.

We approached the suspension frame, and Nori began her work. After she secured my arms behind me, she asked if I was up for a "difficult position." Difficult as in physically hard to take. Knowing that the whole affair would be fairly quick, I was happy to try it. Soon I would be learning what a single-point rope suspension is like, as well as what positional asphixia is like too.

As she attached my to the suspension frame, I enjoyed the feel of what she was doing as well as looking out into the eyes of the crowd. Feeling all those eyes on me, and seeing all those cameras snapping away was quite a rush. Nori wrapped a rope around my eyes, and over my mouth and all I could sense was the loud music and the flashes of light. She lifted one leg up behind me, and I was standing on only one. Then, with a cheer from the crowd, she pulled a rope tight, and I found myself hanging in the air.

Because I was suspended by one central rope, Nori could spin me around, much to the delight of the crowd. Not being able to see, I could only sense the rotation from the music and the feeling. She spun me for a bit, let me swing back and forth, before splashing a large glass of ice water on me, which came as a shock. The crowd enjoyed it as well.

Most of my weight was supported by several strands of rope crossing my upper chest. As the minutes went by, it became more and more of an effort to breathe. The muscles used in respiration are not used to having to lift the weight of entire body, and began to tire. I could see where, over time, the position could be dangerous. By the time I felt this way, though, I knew we were almost done with the scene. Nori undid the rope blindfold and gag, and began to undo some of the suspension. She led two long ropes away that were attached to my front, and stood back. Like reins, she pulled me to and fro, like a kite. Again, the crowd enjoyed this display of control. I didn't mind it either. With this, the performance was done.

She got me down in about five minutes, and I was grateful to have my feet on the floor again. The whole thing seemed like it lasted only a few minutes, though I knew it had gone on a lot longer. Nori was fading fast, and was anxious to pack up and head home, and we still had the follow up interview to do with the TV show. I quickly changed, still a little lightheaded from the experience.

I don't even remember what I said in the last interview, other than using the word "amazing" too many times.

The worst part of the whole thing was knowing we had to head home to pack. I just wanted to sleep.


Five Days After
In spite of not finding the sight of my own hairy ass not very appealing, I had meant to offer a picture of Nori's punishment handiwork. With everything that was going on, I never got a chance to take the picture. Conny was nice enough to help me with it, and just so James understands what he'll get if he's a bad boy, I offer you a glimpse of what can be done with a cane. Keep in mind, this picture was taken five days after the caning. If you look closely, you might be able to make out 5 stripes on each side. That's actually 20 stripes, because Nori hits each spot twice. Ouch.

If the sight of a bruised, naked, hairy ass doesn't scare or offend you, click here.
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