Jumping into the hot tub time machine here....... many years ago (when they still existed), I had scheduled a session at upscale commercial dungeon (Pandora's Box) in Manhattan. When I arrived, the Mistress I had scheduled with was "unavailable" and I was offered the chance to schedule with another Mistress who was available at that moment. Some of you have been in similar situations, I am sure.
Being younger and foolish, I said ok without knowing anything about the Mistress I was about to session with. The session starts, and the Mistress looks like a runway model, absolutely gorgeous. Already thinking with the little heard, I though I had hit the lottery. My clothes are soon off and we start playing. She picks up a cbt parachute and fumbles around trying to put it on me. After a few embarrassing moments (for her), it was obvious to me she had never used one before. So i humbly asked her if she would allow me to put it on myself. She then "ordered" me to do so. Things got a little boring after that as she tried to figure out what to do next. I had expressed an interest in suspension play, and their was a chain host in the room. I was wearing leather cuffs and she hooked them up to the bar connected to the electric hoist. I am 6'2" and at the time about 220 lbs. (have dropped a few lbs. since). As my feet leave the floor, I am now about 6 inches or so off of the ground. And the hoist breaks right at the ceiling where it was connected to the ceiling. I collapse to my knees, and the metal cross bar the cuffs where attached to, the hoist cable, the hoist motor and the cross piece that had connected the hoist to the ceiling all come crashing down on my shoulders, neck and head. The poor "Domme" starts yelling, "oh no, oh no, help me, help me!"
The lady managing place, who had taken my payment and suggested this replacement Domme, comes flying into the room with fire in her eyes thinking I had done something very inappropriate to this obviously inexperienced Domme. But she takes one look at me, glanced up to the ceiling and realizes the the hoist collapsed. She told me it was rated for 400 lbs., but we could see that it was obvious the hoist had not been attached properly to the beam in the ceiling. She asked me if I was ok. I was a little stunned but that cleared up quickly. I was sore across the shoulders and the base of the back of my neck, but felt ok overall and told her so. She offered to call an ambulance for me, but I declined the offer, much to her relief. The manager asked if I wanted to continue the session, but at that point I had no interest in going forward. She did not offer me a refund, but did give me a handwritten note on Pandora's stationary that was good for a free future session, which I did eventually used for a great session.
I had a few other crazy experiences over the years, but this was the most unexpected and "weird" thing that I experienced in hundreds of ProDomme experiences.
