Why I Suspended (From a naked Asian girl's Point of View)

I never had a burning urge to suspend my body from hooks; no deep rooted childhood fantasy or fascination, although I did think Hellraiser was cool.

Initially, I wanted to celebrate my birthday using my suspension as a ritualized expression of my happiness in completing another wonderful year of personal growth. It was my 23rd birthday party at 23rd Street Body Piercing on July 23, 1999.

After I had arranged my suspension, invited my guests and told everyone and their momma about it, I asked myself if I knew what I was getting into and if I could handle the pain. The answer was "Nope" to both. Oh well…

I know my physical boundaries and personal strength. I am 5'2" and 120lbs. I can leg press twice my body weight. But I did not know where my pain threshold lies or how strong my psychological muscle is. I practice disassociating pain from hurt, fear and anxiety. I try to take it for what it is, an intense sensation flavored by mindset. I hoped that suspending would show how much mental housecleaning I really have done. I figured that the intense pain might flush any stray chunks of psychotic garbage to the surface. Was I as stable as I felt?

Sensations of Suspending

Chris and Pat spread Technicare pudding all over my back, ass and legs. It felt goood being rubbed down. If only Technicare came in heated massage oil form! I was pierced 10 times with 10 gauge needles chased by 9 gauge hooks. I could feel every millimeter of the needles' tips stretching through layers of skin and popping through the tissue. Allen deserves props for his expert technique in correcting the direction of the hooks. He could have fucked my new back holes with those KY covered hooks all day long as far as I was concerned. (Aside: Creating new orifices to be fucked in is an idea that makes me quite wet.)

What can I say about my suspension? It hurt. The intense pain forced me to shed my superficial layers and react in my most natural, primitive way of my being. (Which sounded like this: "Goddamnitmotherfuckingjesuschrist, stop pulling on my fucking strings!!!") Having nothing to support me from below scared me at first. I forgot how to breathe. I got to eat my birthday cake with my fingers while being served by a very cute kneeling guy. Then I gave my sweetie, Brion, a blow job. Regarding my intimate findings on my mental, emotional and physiological status is that "these pipes are clean, baby!" Anyone who disagrees can go fuck himself. I liked suspending. I had lots of fun.

After I suspended, the TSD boys decided to play. Someone happened to have brought a spinning man beam and enough hooks for a 100 man fishing contest. Since this wasn't a show, they let loose and just were boys. I hope they don't kick my ass for revealing all of this because suspending is a very sacred ritual, but I need more words for my experience text. They passed around snacks, Sugar Babies, while spinning. Allen pulled down his pants and showed everyone his weenie. They had belt fights. Pat, the skater, caught much air and ceiling at that. I gave Brion another blow job, but this time he was suspended. Those sick little monkeys suspended until the sun came up. Here's a sample of the dialogue from that night; "Ooh! Ooh! I want to hang. Someone pierce me!; Hee hee hee, Allen's got flames on his underwear!; I wanna pierce! I wanna pierce!; Is the autoclave done yet?!; Hey, that's a nice sharps disposal setup ya got in here.; ivi! I wasn't serious when I told you to take off all of your clothes and get on that bad ass motorcycle!

Healing

I'd like to thank 23rd Street Body Piercing, the cleanest and the best with the most pretty girls studio in OKC, for use of their facilities; the Traumatic Stress Discipline crew for their extreme patience and sacrifice of their time and energy to eat bad cake and deal with a whiny bitch; Carrie's big dirty pillows; KY jelly, ping pong balls and my boyfriend, Brion, for walking me through it all and knowing that I would beat any cheap fuck tart to a bloody pulp for making a move on him without my permission which could be obtained by sending a picture and self description (references a plus) to ivi at pornstar-92@ucok.net. Applicants must be highly skilled and like Vietnamese because they'll be eating my box. "If she's good enough for me, then she good enough for me and Brion."