20 October 2012

How I was almost in a porn movie

So, one night at a BDSM club, I met this guy and we got talking. 

It was my first time at this club - well at any kind of club like that and I didn't know much about anything really.  The guy was a regular and happy to fill me in on all the rules and ettiquette about the place.

He was really into trampling which, if you don't know, is a fetish where you get off on people walking over you.  This guy was really into it.  He'd bought along his own trampling board, a kind of set-up with handles so the trampler can balance.

He kept asking me to give it a go.  The idea didn't really do much for me so I declined.  I kept declining then he said he'd buy me a drink if I tried it.  A free drink just for walking on someone - I'm sold.

Here's a tip in case you are in the same situation - put the drink down before you try it.  Trying to balance on wobbly flesh with a drink in your hand is really difficult and you'll probably spill some and then it will be even harder to balance because it's slippery, wobbly flesh.

I met him at clubs a few times after that and we got to messaging each other online.  Because I'd trampled him once, he got to thinking I was really into it. 

I get into trouble with that.  I have a bit of an obsession about fetishes.  I find them fascinating but in a non-sexual, idle curiosity kind of way.  If someone says "you might find this a bit odd but..." then I have a thousand questions.  "What exactly do you do?" and "What about that turns you on?" and "How did you realise you were into this in the first place?"

With some guys, this curiosity is read as being totally down with it.  I had a guy want to fly me to England once for some kinky balloon time.  Note: I am terrified of balloons.  He tried to tell me that my fear was another form of wanting it!  Nope, those balloons are going to burst and scare the shit out of me.

So anyway, trampling guy and I got friendly.  In an non-sexual way.  To me, he was like an old, kind of crazy uncle. 

Then one day he told me he wanted to make trampling pay-per-view videos and post them on the internet - set up this whole business.   He asked me if I would be in on it.  I wouldn't have to have my face or anything identifying on camera and he told me it would involve shoe shopping. 

I agreed.   Shoes plus a chance to be in a porn movie!  Why not?

Then it dragged on for months.  Who'd think there was so much politics and shit going on in the trampling scene?  Surely being alpha male in scene like that is counter-productive. 

Anyway, trampling guy ended up meeting a woman, a Dom, who didn't want him making the videos or tramping his trampling around town.  My porn career ended before it even begun but it was  nice to have my vanity about my very sexy feet(and ankles) confirmed.


4 comments:

  1. I didn't know trampling was a fetish! My dad (when he lived with us) would have us walk on his back. We never asked we just did, even my mom did it. In my little brain it was nothing more than a way to get a back massage. I am going to continue thinking that.... So the balloon thing, do you mean a hot air balloon ride or is it something else?

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  2. I'm sure it was just a massage thing, esp if it was just his back -- and he wasn't asking you to wear heels and abuse him while you were doing it.

    The balloon thing was with regular, blow-up balloons. Rubbing them on your skin etc. You'd want to find out how someone got into that, right!

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  3. I don't really get trampling, but the balloon thing is plain weird. Each to their own, but any kind of family event would be a nightmare. Now I'm going to be watching everyone very carefully at parties where there are balloons to see who's a little too excited about them. It'll make them heaps more fun, anyway.

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  4. Never thought of that. Imagine how they react to those dudes making balloon animals.

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