Noreen Mechanique (23:06)
And the closer I got to San Francisco, and the closer I realized I was in proximity to that big brick building over at 14th admission. I was like, well, shit, maybe I should apply for waterbondage.com like that would be cool, right? So I did. So I applied to be a model. I'd never done any formal porn work before, so I was very Much an amateur, but I knew, you know, I had gumption and I knew I had a lot of interests around this because I considered myself a lifestyle pervert and really into power exchange roles. And so during my sort of like walkthrough interview in the building, I mentioned waterbondage.com and they said, you know, we don't actually shoot for that anymore. We've sort of retired the site. Like we might do like a pitch once in a while, but we're not really using those props or anything anymore. And I was like, okay, fine. So as the years progressed, I actually became sort of a casual figure in the company, both as a once in a while performer, which was really cool, to being an extra in a lot of shoots that were on the upper floor dot com. And as a kinky chef, I sort of cut my teeth on working for a large startup format company here by working in their commissary kitchen and making food for all the full time staff as well as the performers. So I had sort of multiple layers of relationships with the people who helped evolve that company and those websites and it felt really great. So all that being said, do, do, do, do. It was about 2013, so not too long ago, I'm in the kitchen and I'm helping the head chef make lunch. And Claire Adams, who is now a director for the company, walks in to get her vegetarian lunch option. And we talked every once in a while. And it was kind of funny to think that this person I saw on camera a decade prior is someone I'm making lunch for now. Pretty cool. And we talked a little bit about piercings and suspension hooks and all these sort of gratuitous, fleshy moments. And she said, you know, I've been meaning to ask you, I've got a couple more shoots left here. I'm sort of wrapping up my time here at the company. It was well known that she was about to formally retire and she was not much older than me. So I was like really? Like 30 something. You're retiring? That's fucking cool. And she said, you know, I've got a couple more shoots sort of lined up in the next month or so. Would you like to shoot with me for devicebondage.com and I nearly dropped the goddamn plate of food that I was holding for her. I was like, I'm sorry, what was that? Like what? And she goes, yeah, I'm doing a couple sort of spur things. There's a live show, there's like a couple things I want to do. I'd like to have you on. And I know that you're into this in your personal life. I'd like to have check out if that's something you'd like to do. I was like, abso fucking lutely. Yeah, that's great. So if you were to look up Claire's name, you would see her in a variety of bondage positions herself. She in a lot of beautiful photos, wearing stereotypical fetish attire, lots of latex, lots of ballet heels. But as a director, she sort of anonymized herself. She would wear a wide brimmed hat and sort of just matte black clothing and knee high west coast. And while the direction of those shoots were meant to showcase the one on the submissive side in these various compromising positions, that wasn't lost on me that she was wearing these fucking sexy leather boots. So that was sort of in the back of my mind. I was like, yeah, can we. Do you think you could wear those Wescos when we do this shoot? And she's like, don't worry, I got you. So for those of you who might not know, device bondage required a lot of technical skill on everyone involved. Not just for the endurance of the person in these various poses and being penetrated all different ways, but also just the technical knowledge and ability for understanding human anatomy was something that she had really mastered in the days before this shoot that I did with her. I went in and after just a general tests and things that one does in the industry, I had all of my measurements taken. And by all of them I mean elbow to wrist, diameter of wrist, diameter of forearm, diameter of neck, width of shoulders, length of torso. Four different positions down my torso, thighs, calves, knees, ankles, everything was measured. The reason for that is because I was going to be immobilized with steel pipe and bolted into the floor or wall or ceiling, depending on the aesthetic of the shoot that they wanted to create. All of these positions that they put performers in for device bondage are made for that specific model. And that position is likely not reused for a very long time. So this is sort of a one moment shot. And so the format of this shoot was three scenes. The first scene was me kneeling, wearing latex elbow length gloves in a strappado sort of position and being face fucked with a dildo on a stick. And that in and of itself was pretty objectifying and emotionally sort of stressful. And I was like, how is this gonna look good? I really wonder how this is gonna edit in post. And it took a while to really kind of get into it like, okay, I just need to open my mouth a little wider. And then I'd sort of look off to the side and I'd see how nice that toe cap looked just a, you know, foot or two away. And I was like, God damn, that's really. Those are really fucking hot boots. So I'm distracting myself in the moment. Right. Second position was a bizarre magazine or like Willie style bondage tribute in that I was spread eagle about as much as I could possibly do because I'm not particularly limber, held midair. So my legs were sort of triangulated and put akimbo so that everything was exposed. And that was when we got to do a forced orgasm, orgasm denial experience. So I'm hanging midair with my legs apart, completely wrapped in pipe and just sort of hanging from a suspension point. And you're welcome to look this up, fucking pay for it. Don't scalp it. You can totally do that. But I won't think highly of you if you do. But. So the second position was pretty interesting, kind of being in midair, but also being encased in this very semi permanent thing. And the third scene was a back bend where I was kneeling, stretched, sort of like this. Not too much of an extreme position, but I had my legs apart just. Just enough so you could see all of this here. And completely nude. She brought out this contraption that was a leather sort of hourglass piece studded with little silver studs, with a metal bar that looked like a screw and two nipple clamps hanging off of it. And she sets this as I'm already bolted into this wood planking floor with my head back, with a pipe against my head. And she puts this thing on my sternum right below my decolletage and gets my nipples in it so that they're pulled tight as I'm in this pose. And I'm starting to get into it because I do like a little bit of pain. I am a bit of a masochist. And she kind of does the usual paces of caning and teasing me out with a Hitachi. And then all of a sudden I feel this thunk sort of sensation right up against my cunt. And I realized that she's kicked me with the toe cap of her west coat. Now being hit in my cunt is one of my least favorite things. I fucking hate being caned, but I would rather take a good caning than having someone slap me or kick me in my box. I found an exception to the rule. And her name was Claire Adams. So she's you know, very softly kicking my now glistening cunt with the top of her oil tanned boots. And I'm in heaven. I'm like, this is fucking great. I'm in this awesome pose. I feel sexy. This is, you know, it's not just a job. This is like really, you know, evaluating the things that I've, you know, looked at as a young pervert as being an ideal. And then she takes her boot away from my cunt and I'm like, okay, okay, what's happening now? What's going to happen next? And, you know, I get a couple more canes, I'm like, ow, okay. And then she walks up alongside me and I'm looking up at her and she doesn't really say a word. She just has a stoic look on her face. And she really slowly raises her right foot and plants the full tread of her boot on my throat. And I was no longer in that room. I was on a slip and slide of eroticism. I was on tetanus friendly bondage that was just water sporting its way to making a huge mess of that whole set. And I didn't care because I didn't have to clean it up in that unique circumstance. It was not part of my job. So she's got her Wesco on my throat and I'm in heaven. And I don't care if she's going to let me have a formal orgasm or not, because at this point I have had the experience of not only witnessing this wonderful artist in the original media that she evolved herself in, but I got to help hold her up for that brief moment. Now, she might not have looked at it that way because. Because I don't even know she would appreciate me telling this story now that she's no longer in the industry, but to have this femme Persona and this femme identified person who'd really come full circle in her own mind about what it meant to have a career in this sort of scenario. We got to have that shared experience where we knew we were both into it and it wasn't just a paycheck. That being said, at the end of that shoot, we didn't have aftercare. I wiped the messed up makeup off my face. We more or less shook hands and did my exit interview and I took a shower and I went home, right? There wasn't any cuddling, there wasn't the like call the next day. It was a job. It didn't suck. It was an important variation on a theme. But on my way home, the thing that kept sticking out in my Mind aside from how fun it was to get to ride the top of her boot, when I did was how much she must have liked that grilled mushroom sandwich I made for her two weeks prior.