| At A Glance | |
| Author | Roo |
| Contact | RooRaaahCrumbs@Hotmail.com |
| IAM | Roo |
| When | Three months ago |
| Artist | Vampy |
| Studio | Metal Fatigue Collective. |
| Location | Norwich, England. |
It was a cold and blustery night in the back garden of our house, this was the setting for an impromptu two point vertical chest suspension.
We phoned Trevor, who is our resident photographer and more importantly a good friend, to see if he would like to take some photos, we weren't surprised when he enthusiastically rushed over here equipment hanging from all two of his arms.
After talking for a while and setting up the suspension rig, Vampy started preparing the piercing area, whilst Trevor and I decided it might be a good idea to build some sort of shelter from garden cane and tarpaulin just to the left of the suspension tower to protect his cameras, us, and the barbecue from the wind and the rain, as it turns out this was not going to be an easy task.
Eventually though we managed to tape enough of the sheeting to the canes so it remained fairly upright, I then collected charcoal from the garage so we wouldn't shiver ourselves silly outside.
With this done and the barbecue blazing away merrily (many sideways glances from all of us through the lounge window to make sure it didn't melt the tarpaulin), it was onto the marking up and piercing, we decided to use two four millimetre hooks, as these were the hooks I had used on my previous suicide suspension.
I pinched and tugged at my chest for a few minutes until we all decided that the placement was correct and it felt ok to me, as I'd never done a chest suspension before the three of us agreed that the hooks should be quite deep, and they were.
I dotted my chest and crossed my heart, then Vampy pierced me, expertly as usual, and the hooks followed the needles without incident.
We were all set to go.
With my usual lack of common sense I was wearing nothing but cut-off denim shorts, but didn't expect to be outside for all that long so it wouldn't matter all that much, as it turns out it was much shorter than I expected, as you'll soon see.
I wandered around outside for a while seemingly staring at my breasts, I like the feeling that having hooks in you gives, if anything that would keep me safe from the elements.
The suspension:
So, we set up camp under our makeshift tent, our new best friend, Vampy clipped me to the rig and took up the tension.
I was excited and nervous at this point, I remember vividly the swimming feeling, as though my legs were tangling together like hairy spaghetti, I peeked over at Trevor who was perched on the bench next to the fire trying not to get his dreads singed and fiddling with his camera, I had a little giggle to myself.
The it was time to become airborne, the rig had been setup in such a way that it didn't need much effort to get me off the ground, after about a minute of walking back and forth and Vampy giving me words of encouragement, I realised I was on tiptoes and that I was about an inch of rope from being off the ground.
This is where it starts getting a little hazy.
Maybe for a split second I had my feet off the ground, and I heard a crunching noise and shouted something rather bad, rather loud!
I didn't feel anything, just realised that the rope on the right hand side of the rig was flapping around harmlessly in the wind, with the hook still attached and intact, using my amazing powers of deduction I surmised that it must have ripped out.
I peered down at my chest and was greeted with the sight of my insides, actually, that sounds a little dramatic, but there was a two inch long tear in my skin.
This all happened very quickly, I then remember Vampy asking me what had happened, and I think I squeaked out that it had torn out.
The conclusion:
We detached the remaining hook and I was escorted from scene of the crime back to the piercing room where all this had begun.
I lay down on the piercing bench while Vampy laid out her suture and needles, I was trying to be brave, and succeeding in being inquisitive and kept asking to see the tear, much to the annoyance of Vampy as she was fearful I might go into shock, she's much wiser than me.
Not only had the right hook completely left my body, the left hook also decided it wanted a piece of the action and torn a little, marvellous,
In the meantime Trevor was busying himself taking photos of the blood trickling from the wound, thinking back I believe he probably enjoyed this part the most, bless him.
The suturing (and a work of art it was to) and the bandaging completed, we collapsed onto the sofas and sighed wearily, it had been a long night for everyone, I felt a little guilty because of all the fuss I had created.
Trevor admired his handiwork on the CCD of his digital camera, and Vampy was tucked up on the sofa.
Again, I think I had a little chuckle to myself, as Gren would undoubtedly say,
"Only Roo."
As I remember the fire burnt into the night, but I won't wax lyrical about the significance of that, as there probably isn't any, we're just very good at building barbecues.. all in all.. it was rather a fun evening.
The photos:
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