A Variation on Yoko's

From town to town I would go. Offering a one of a kind show to mature adults. By "mature", i mean 65 & over. If folks of either gender showed up under age, like in their 50's or even some in their 40's, depending on the discretion of the folks working the door, they mostly made it in anyway. Very few got turned away..

I was influenced by Yoko's "Cut Piece". Only I didn't want anything cut off. Instead, I wanted to experience that isolation on stage, that vulnerability, to allow people to do things to me as they wished within the confines of the "art", as long as they did not inflict pain or act violently.

What I would do at these shows is stand on stage, wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Folks, mostly seniors, of both genders could, & had, taken turns approaching the stage to do as they wanted to me. They could hug me, tickle me, fondle me, grope me, kiss my pouch, snap my rear straps, & even lower my jockstrap & expose me. I wound up experiencing all of the above.

And yes, they could masturbate me.

But the masturbation had to have a limit of 25 strokes per turn. One person couldn't just come up to me, masturbate me until i came, & just like that, the show's over. No. The idea was for everyone in the room to share me, more or less in a mutual gratification way. They enjoyed doing. I enjoyed receiving. Sometimes some of the folks would put their money into a pot, take turns giving me 25 strokes, & the one who had a hold of me when i came would win the pot. Often they would give me a tip from it.

I took the liberty of judging how i saw the crowd at the start to determine whether or not i would handcuff myself or not for the performance. More often than not, i was comfortable enough with the crowd, and i wanted to give them that dynamic that they were in control of my body, and i was not, to add to the effect. Once in a while, i'd see one or more folks in the audience that i thought might be potentially aggressive, risky, rowdy or dangerous, and then i'd choose to keep my hands free. But i always held the key in the palm of my hand the whole time & was skilled at freeing myself.

I liked the various folks walking up to me. Especially their first time. They have that awkwardness, but it's a warm & friendly awkwardness. Sometimes i'd whisper "It's ok", especially to the ladies. I enjoyed their giggling whenever they'd squeeze me or snap my straps, or peel back the waistband & have a peek. As if they were doing something they knew was naughty but couldn't help themselves. it's a good time for them, having the chance to do something different, and unlike anywhere else

If couples showed up, most of the time they could participate in a raffle, where the winning couple could take me home that night, schedule permitting. I was always praying a nice couple would win, or where the wife would be someone i'd want to have sex with. Oddly, with more than half the winners, the guy would just want to watch while his wife would get frisky with me & either want sex or just play with me. Since i'm not really into men, that was quite fine with me.

Some towns had poor attendance; some cities would sell out. Tickets cost 5 dollars in low income areas, 10 in higher income areas. Wasn't meant to be a lucrative thing. Just enough to cover transportation and commit an audience to show up & perhaps participate

I didn't allow videotaping, because i didn't want myself to be plastered all over the internet, and i wanted to encourage a live participation audience vs having people just watch videos. The advertising was done in a way that the target market was to be older people who were perhaps kinky. We hit fetish & kinky websites for older folks, among other things, with ads.

But all good things must come to an end. One city tried to make some kind of prostitution or zoning claim or some crap, which went nowhere. A few other issues came up, but the biggest obstacle was my regular job & the limited availability of time.

But it was fun while it lasted.