I don’t often get the chance to visit New York and until my recent trip I’d never done a session there. However, I always knew that if I did get chance to visit, one person that was top of my list to see was Miss Troy Orleans. She has a formidable reputation as an excellent pro-domme, and I’d heard many nice things said about her from other submissives. So in February of 2013, when I managed to line up both a NYC trip and a chance to play with Miss Orleans, I was a very happy bunny indeed.
We actually did two sessions. The first was 2 hours and designed so we could get to know each other and figure out the chemistry. The second was an Orleans Experience – a few hours of play followed by dinner. The first session featured a lot of rope bondage and physical domination. The second, the one documented below, was heavier on equipment and immobilization bondage. Both were great experiences and I’m very happy I finally got the chance to play with Miss Orleans in person.
We started with some standing bondage, featuring a harness gag with an interesting locking attachment. My mouth was wrapped around a circular plug that was mated to a short metal tube attached to a metal frame (click pictures to enlarge). It’s unusual to experience bondage that locks the head in place. Movement of the head is very instinctive and losing that control creates an interesting subspace. I think there’s a natural inclination to look around in unusual situations and try to figure out what’s about to happen. That’s impossible to do in this set-up, so the only option is to relax into it and accept the situation.
With my head immobilized Miss Orleans added a large number of leather belts and a metal pillory that clamped my ankles and balls in place. By the end I could only wiggle very slightly from side to side. Despite that, or maybe because of that, the evidence in the images would suggest that I was enjoying myself.
From there we moved onto some bondage over a bench. The left shot shows the starting position (via a mirror reflection). The right shot shows the final position with my legs winched back and my arms pulled to the sides. What you can’t see clearly is the devious cord and clamp arrangement that Miss Orleans set up. It started with a
nose shackle, a device guaranteed to make your eyes water. From that two taut cords split via a set of nipple clamps and then joined again at an ass hook. Any movement created a painful tension at one or more of these four points.
After some squirming around on the bench, I got to enjoy a little down time in a cage. With a gag and blindfold it made for a quite calming experience. There was nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to see. The only stimulus was some quiet background music and the indistinct sounds of Miss Orleans moving around her space. If I’m honest it was actually kind of regressive. As a child I used to enjoy being curled up in a safe place and listening to my parents move about the house. It’s kind of weird to compare that to being naked and caged in a pro-domme space, but the complex emotions of BDSM leads to strange connections. At least in this situation I didn’t get assigned to clean my room or wash the dishes.
After my odd childhood flashback we moved on to nipple piercing and scrotum stapling. That’s a combination that’s guaranteed to anchor anyone firmly in the present. I’ve experienced surgical staples before, but never quite in this fashion. There was a lot of tugging, squeezing and cursing to achieve the desired effect, but I have to admit the final results were striking. My penis was folded down and then the scrotum pulled up around it and stapled closed. Those of a brave disposition can see an
alternative angled shot here. Amazingly it was still possible to pee while experiencing this genital origami, although it was a little messy and sitting down was definitely required.
We finished off my time in
Salon d’Orleans with some suspension in a sleepsack. As you’d expect with a sleepsack, there was a significant bondage component, with my body and limbs wrapped in tight leather. That’s not too unusual a state to find me in during a session, but the suspension arrangement really made this experience unique. It was quite comfortable and, coupled with a material hood, it meant the amount of sensory input I had to work with was greatly reduced. The result was a strange floating trippy sensation. There was just enough rocking movement in the suspension for my body to detect it, but very little else to correlate it with. That created odd sliding sensations, almost as if I was moving sideways. Time also got a little wonky, and it was really hard to know how long I was in there.
After we were done with all our bondage shenanigans I was fortunate to be able to finish off the evening by taking Miss Orleans out to dinner at
WD-50. Unfortunately, from my perspective at least, the scrotum staples stayed in place for the meal. This made running for a taxi or squeezing into a restaurant booth a rather fraught experience. Sitting down too quickly resulted in much wincing. Luckily I had the pleasure of Miss Orleans quick wit and smart conversation to take my mind off it. The food itself was a bit hit and miss, with no particularly standout dishes, but several pretty plates. For example, this dish was the bone marrow, potato, pomegranate and pepper streusel.
In hindsight this day will easily go down as one of the more memorable ones in my kinky life. I got to spend time with the fascinating Miss Orleans, I enjoyed a wide variety of kink fun, and I got to eat dinner with a handful of metal staples embedded in my scrotum. Who wouldn’t enjoy a day like that?
Awesome! The scrotum stapling looks intense as anything.
Just noticed that all those straps you’re held to the pole with are actually locking. That would be a complete and utter head trip to me, restrained to the pole and then just hearing all these little clicks as padlocks are put in place.
Thanks! The stapling certainly stung going in, but wasn’t too bad in place. Although, as I said, sudden movements were best avoided 🙂
Funny you should mention the idea of padlocks. MTO actually mentioned how she felt bondage wasn’t complete without an actual padlock to hold immovably everything in place! I think she’s fan of locking everything down.
-paltego
I am a HUGE fan of locking, though in this particular instance, my intention was focused on immobilizing him so that I could, in effect, “store” him while I changed my clothes and set things up a little bit. More importantly, vertical bondage + that head anchor + CBT can trigger a faint in some people. As paltego was pretty much new to me, I wasn’t about to put him in any stress positions I couldn’t undo quickly, if the situation required.