At A Glance Author The Guild of Calamitous Intent Contact BigWhiteEvangelion@yahoo.com IAM CupCake When A week ago Artist The Guild of Calamitous Intent Studio The Guild of Calamitous Intent HQ Location top secret I couldn't let go. He was holding the weight of my ass, with my head in between his knees, but I could not let go. I was in pure ecstasy, and in video tape I could see I was even moaning like I was in the middle of a ten minute orgasm, but I was too afraid to let go.
It had been a long week, a long week with a lot of work in a hot kitchen and a lot of psychedelic drug abuse. I even, while on psychedelic mushrooms, gave myself a rather sizable single line scarification on my stomach, that I am amazed turned out so well (its really not as brutal or stupid as it sounds, as there were gloves, sterile scalpel blades and Blue Gel topical anesthetic involved). Somewhere in there, had been a lot of late nights of beating up baddies in Kingdom Hearts. A lot of late nights sneaking out to illegally paste up artwork all over my town (they call it vandalism, we call it art, everyone else calls it graffiti). On top of it I was menstruating, and had my two upper wisdom teeth pulled just two days prior. Despite all of this physical abuse, I thought I'd push it to the limit (inject 'Scarface' montage theme-song here), and suspend from my knees. This is the story of my own, personal, first suspension.
Out of the four members of our "suspension group", The Guild of Calamitous Intent, I am the only actual body piercer. The other three consist of two wannabe piercers: Scott and Bekha (I'd apprentice them if the economy allowed it), and a curious party: Jaime (she just likes having piercings). We all live in the same house. We all hang out watching cartoons every day. We built a suspension rig in the middle of the living room. The details concerning the construction of this rig are given in a previous story submission I submitted to BMEzine.com in late May 2009 entitled "Building the Guild of Calamitous Intent".
Bekha had some little experience piercing her own self, although her attempts to pierce others had been less than... successful. Scott, having been my boyfriend for over three years, had seen me pierce while working in shops thousands of times. This was the existent of they're own hands-on body piercing experience, but I was certain there was no way I could pierce my own knees, so they would have to do. Jaime was not an option and she knew this, and was perfectly fine with it. A mutual understanding that she would never come anywhere near me with an 8 gauge needle as long as we both live.
Our actual harness only has four holes, allowing us (for the time being until I purchase a larger one) to perform two or four point suspensions. I couldn't decide weather too place the hooks vertically or horizontally on my knees. I could grab a thicker chunk of flesh horizontally, and figured the more chunk, the better, and I marked myself as such.
We only had about 20 feet of nylon rope left from our previous suspension (the rest of the rope having been tossed since it was covered in Bekha's blood from our first suspension) so the lowest we could hang the harness was about four feet above the ground. Getting more rope at the moment wasn't an option. Obviously, I was going to have to bring myself up to the harness instead of hoisting myself up. We set up a towel on the floor and our step ladder on it. The idea was we would pierce my knees while I sat on the floor, then I'd hobble my way up the ladder, attach myself to the harness, have Scott grab me from behind, have someone remove the ladder, and slowly, every so slowly, lower me down.
The first knee went off without a hitch, with me pinching the flesh and Scott ramming the 8gauge needle with the 8guage barbless salmon hook attached through the points. We were both very proud. We were proud too soon. The second knee, we inserted the top hook first (the points above the knee cap), and everything was groovy, but as he pushed the needle into the bottom points (the points below my knee cap) I could literally see the needle going way too deep into my flesh. The hook came out totally off point. "I think you hooked a muscle" I said. I could feel the color draining out of my face as tried to bend my knee, only to find I couldn't at all. The hook had literally hooked under a major knee tendon that was attached to my calf. "Fuck" I whispered as I pulled the hook back out slowly. As soon as I did, I could bend the knee again. I already had three hooks in me, I wasn't going to give up now! I quickly remarked below my knee cap just a few millimeters away from the ori ginal points and this time with Bekha pinching the skin, had Scott re-pierce.
Finished, it was bloody, but perfect. We stuck corks on the ends of all the hooks to make sure they weren't going anywhere.
As according to plan, I hobbled up the ladder and attached the harness to my knees. I took a deep breath. The feeling was amazing, intense, like the top of a roller coaster, like I was about to get fucked by God and Satan at the same time. I let my knees adjust to being attached the harness, asked Scott to grab me, and had Bekha remove the ladder.
It was like a koala bear shit a rainbow in my brain. I couldn't form words, I couldn't form thoughts. All I could feel was Scott very slowly lowering me upside down. I was panicking. The feeling was too intense. "Its too much to fast!" I kept whispering. Scott would lift me a little higher for a minute, and then a little lower than he had before.
I didn't know this, but the entire thing was being videotaped by Jaime's laptop computer from a chair a few feet away. Later, from the different angle, I could see myself setting into the pain, and even pushing past it. My calves went from sticking straight out, tense and tight, to slowly lowering, and eventually dangling from the hooks like limp dead rabbits in a butcher's window. But I would not let go of Scott. I couldn't let go. He was holding the weight of my ass, with my head in between his knees, and I could not let go. I was in pure ecstasy, and in video tape I could latter see I was moaning like I was in the middle of a ten minute orgasm, but I was too afraid to let go. "Its too much too fast!" I kept whispering to myself. I could feel Scott kissing my thighs as my head dangled by his feet.
I was still holding on tightly, when he said "I'm not supporting you anymore you know, I'm just steadying you." Indeed, I was hanging on my own. My elbows were resting on the floor, and I was hanging in the middle of my living room by my knees. "That's one hell of a hand-stand, baby." Scott laughed and took a step away from me. I asked him to grab me again. I couldn't explain why, but I was filled with fear. I didn't want to let go of him. I tried letting go again a few times, but it would only last ten to thirty seconds tops. I tried to perform an actual hand-stand, only to find myself too weak to do so. It was time to come down.
I had been up there over ten minutes. It had felt like maybe one, two minutes tops. I was dizzy. I was excited. I sat on the towel and squished the air out of my knees. I was flushed, and I was smiling. "What was it like!?" everyone asked as they set up the laptop video for me to watch. I didn't know what else to say other than "lets do it again!"