No Longer A Mud Virgin

[nachtjaeger]

The clay is soft and yielding, yet it holds you in place with an iron grip. Everything is restricted and confined. My legs feel like lead. There is an exquisite pressure on every part of my body submerged in the goo. And yet, when I move, the clay yields — and resists. I try a kicking motion like I might use in a swimming pool. I go nowhere, but down, in up to my ribs.

Fred's clay pit contains roughly two thousand pounds of material. You feel it. You feel the mass and the power of what has you in it's grip. When you move, the clay moves. You can feel the entire mass bounce and jiggle with your movement. And when you push … the clay pushes back … EVERYWHERE.

Having assisted Fred with pit maintenance on the "off day" between shoots, I can now confirm this. It's. . . yeah.

And Fred is rather obsessive with his attention to details. As you get deeper into the clay, you notice one of them: The clay pit is heated. In fact, while looking for bottom, I was surprised by how HOT things got! The lower I tried to extend my feet, the warmer the clay got! I was trying to push against the bottom to help me move — and never found it. The heat exchange system in the base of the pit was more than I could handle. And at a depth of roughly sex feet, effectively out of my reach.

Also confirmed. But in my case, at over six feet tall, I was able to have a couple of close encounters with the heat hoses. HOT! HOT! HOT!

This stuff was my every favorite quicksand fantasy rolled into one intense, immersive experience — and my body responded with a vengeance. My nipples popped up under my top. My clit engorged so quickly it took my breath away. I tried to move again and felt the pressure against my vulva …

I thought my brain was going to melt …

Interestingly, I had the opposite experience. With me, it wasn't the sexual response that triggered. It was the double-red-alert danger response. Zero erectile response, testes retracted safely out of harm's way, and massive amounts of all those wonderful stress hormones and other assorted chemicals dumped into the bloodstream. Except in this case, there was definitely a physical outlet- moving in the clay. Heart rate and respiration went to 100%, and the muscles sucked up all the extra O2 and begged for more. Every nerve alert for danger, all sensors at maximum sensitivity- which really intensified the experience.

Focus, Katherine, FOCUS! You're a professional and you're here to do a job! This is NOT the time to have your own intimate moment with the mire!

Right. I was busy making the clay pit as clean, smooth and attractive as possible. #1 priority, get the clay from around the pit back in to reduce the slip & fall hazard (fail!) Found a couple of stray Hickory nuts, a chunk of styrofoam, and two pieces of string. Well, so I thought. One piece of string looked odd, and when washed off, was a very very tiny G-string. Surface mud cleared of any algae, drier sections blended in, any excess water removed- perfect. Now- to get out. I had the advantage of having sat through (and filmed) Rachelle's "first time" scene where she got the "Quicksand 101" training from Fred. Worked like a charm.

[Electric Katfish]

This stuff was my every favorite quicksand fantasy rolled into one intense, immersive experience …

I thought my brain was going to melt …

Interestingly, I had the opposite experience. With me, it wasn't the sexual response that triggered. It was the double-red-alert danger response. Zero erectile response, testes retracted safely out of harm's way, and massive amounts of all those wonderful stress hormones and other assorted chemicals dumped into the bloodstream. Except in this case, there was definitely a physical outlet- moving in the clay. Heart rate and respiration went to 100%, and the muscles sucked up all the extra O2 and begged for more. Every nerve alert for danger, all sensors at maximum sensitivity- which really intensified the experience.

I had that component as well, but only for the first three milliseconds or so of my entry into the pit. I knew what I was dealing with, it was just the initial rush of feeling the clay grab me and my knee-jerk Oh $#*t! that primed the pump. I knew it was the very mass of the clay which overwhelmed me — and that it was that same mass that all but guaranteed I could not drown. From there it was only natural that my next step would be an excitement response of another type.

Um … there is a component of the female sexual experience that is about feeling the power and weight of your lover on top of you … … of being covered and held and penetrated …

*Katie takes a moment to freshen up and composer herself …*

Um … thinking about the psychology of the situation for a moment, there is an inherent excitement in experiencing something that feels dangerous but really isn't. Consider the appeal of roller coasters and a good scary story.

For many women, a rape fantasy can be the symbolism that gets them going — and yet no woman desires to be literally raped. What she really desires is to be ravished — to surrender and to give herself up to something that could hurt her but won't. To allow herself to be taken by something powerful — yet inherently safe.

Focus, Katherine, FOCUS! You're a professional and you're here to do a job! This is NOT the time to have your own intimate moment with the mire!

Right. I was busy making the clay pit as clean, smooth and attractive as possible. #1 priority, get the clay from around the pit back in to reduce the slip & fall hazard (fail!) Found a couple of stray Hickory nuts, a chunk of styrofoam, and two pieces of string. Well, so I thought. One piece of string looked odd, and when washed off, was a very very tiny G-string.

A G-string?!?!?!? Um … I went into the clay later — for recreational purposes — and discovered first hand just how much clay can adhere to your apparel. I literally found myself in a situation where I had to climb out of my clothes to exit the pit! I can easily imagine someone loosing their underwear. At least once, I nearly did!

Surface mud cleared of any algae, drier sections blended in, any excess water removed- perfect. Now- to get out. I had the advantage of having sat through (and filmed) Rachelle's "first time" scene where she got the "Quicksand 101" training from Fred. Worked like a charm.

And this is what had Fred concerned about my entering the clay to operate Connie — no 'Quicksand 101'. Fortunately, it all came out in the wash. And Fred told me Connie's nom moment looks pretty good!

[nachtjaeger]

And Fred told me Connie's nom moment looks pretty good!

I IZ IN UR CLAY PIT NOMMIN UR FETISH MODELS

SUCKIN TEH MODELS DOWN IN TEH SWAMP- U R DOIN IT RITE ACSUALY

rotflol!!!!!!

[Electric Katfish]

And Fred told me Connie's nom moment looks pretty good!

I IZ IN UR CLAY PIT NOMMIN UR FETISH MODELS

SUCKIN TEH MODELS DOWN IN TEH SWAMP- U R DOIN IT RITE ACSUALY

rotflol!!!!!!

Connie&DebbieNom.jpg

[Nessie]

This stuff was my every favorite quicksand fantasy rolled into one intense, immersive experience — and my body responded with a vengeance. My nipples popped up under my top. My clit engorged so quickly it took my breath away. I tried to move again and felt the pressure against my vulva …

I thought my brain was going to melt …

Uh, yeah, it is pretty good stuff, that clay. I've been in one pit of REAL quicksand. The clay performs the role of quicksand perfectly...well, better...and it feels much nicer than actual quicksand.

I can't believe you DID it this way. Me, you gotta get me into the pit off-camera for regular immersions, or I start to go bonkers watching the models. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. It IS an incredible pit and does have its effect on the body.

The mass of it has a lot to do with it. That pit's got mass. And masses of it, in massive quantities.

My take on it is that I find the sensations of the pit extremely sensual and I agree that the response to it can be very fast. I don't feel like it's the least bit dangerous. Nothing about sinking has ever seemed very dangerous to me anyway, though...although there IS one thing about that claypit that perhaps might make one feel insecure.

You haven't gotten as far as relating your escape yet.

I rate that particular pit as the #1 most difficult to escape of all the mudpits I've ever sunk in, anywhere, either natural or artificial.

You must have gotten out, though, because if you didn't, you'd still be there!

Nessie

[Electric Katfish]

You haven't gotten as far as relating your escape yet.

I rate that particular pit as the #1 most difficult to escape of all the mudpits I've ever sunk in, anywhere, either natural or artificial.

You must have gotten out, though, because if you didn't, you'd still be there!

Nessie

Um … I had four opportunities to enter and exit the clay pit. Two in the course of crewing scenes — and two for recreation. Even though I'd had three chances to practice, my final trip did prove to be the most difficult.

More on this later?

[Nessie]

More on this later?

I'll have no trouble returning to this thread any ol' time you feel like continuing it!

I find this fascinating. Not only because I know this pit personally but because you are so very articulate and descriptive.

Nessie

[nachtjaeger]

By all means, continue! Very much enjoying this thread.

Umm. . . did you say "difficulty in escaping?" Major fetish trigger there. . .

You haven't gotten as far as relating your escape yet.

I rate that particular pit as the #1 most difficult to escape of all the mudpits I've ever sunk in, anywhere, either natural or artificial.

You must have gotten out, though, because if you didn't, you'd still be there!

Nessie

Um … I had four opportunities to enter and exit the clay pit. Two in the course of crewing scenes — and two for recreation. Even though I'd had three chances to practice, my final trip did prove to be the most difficult.

More on this later?

[PapaLysle]

We I am Still A Virgin to The mud, Not So with Fred's.
I, with NormaGee and Mike- another crewMan, went there in my truck with my camper/toyhauler in tow.
Since Mike drove most of the time He slept in the first day.
We left the camper at the motel. Good thing too because it would have been near impossible to maneuver the combined rig at 44' in length.
Since I was a crewMan, I worked a still camera and the video camera #2 most of the time.
NormaGee showed Fred the few props I ha made and we had brought.
I also helped around the house and even did some cooking.
NormaGee, as normal, did house cleaning and costume cleaning after each shoot.
I puttered around doing some prop cleaning.
On day two of our visit, Mike was with with us and took over one of the still cameras.
When not behind the camera my duties were the same each day.
We had already put 17 single girl scenes on tape.
O the last day We and Fred spent some time discussing story ideas.
I think we did come up with about three good ones. He said that he would reserve one just for NormaGee because it fit her perfectly.
Sever other ideas were put in that 'mull it over/figure it out more' think tank called Fred's mind.
We had planned on doing some Yard sale set ups and also some model shoots but it did not materialize.
As for my sinking, I had wanted to try it but I think I will now pass. It would not be in the best interest of anyone. Who wants to see a heavyweight 65 old man sink in mud.
Also I have claustrophobia that is activated when I can't move. No, I think I will just stay out of the mud and lime light.

Yep I am a photographer by trade.
That is another story and is not related to sinking.

[Nessie]

Umm. . . did you say "difficulty in escaping?" Major fetish trigger there. . .

Yeah. I did.

The very first time I used the pit, me and a (he shall remain anonymous) mud partner were both new to that pit although not to mud itself, but that pit being what it is...despite our previous experiences we were still two people who had trouble getting out.

I got majorly stuck doing a red taffeta dress scene for "Nessie Quicksand Girl" when the huge skirt/slip combo I wore gained about 80 pounds in clay weight, and it took Fred forty minutes to get me out. (I've been asked why I didn't slide out of the dress, and the answer is, we had one more scene to shoot that required me to be still wearing it...I thought if I took it off and then put it back on, it might look wrong or perhaps I would not even be able to get it back on.)

During my Adventures shoot, I had another (he shall remain anonymous too) mud partner who was not only new to that pit but a complete and total mud virgin, and he spent some time thoughtfully pushing ME out of the pit.

Big mistake. He could not get out alone AT ALL, necessitating me going BACK IN, pushing HIM out and then getting out all over again...by myself.

It's totally routine to have to struggle mightily to escape it. I can't even remember every time I expended great effort just to crawl out. That just might be because it really is every time.

What happens is, you try to grab the side and it gets slippery and you slide right back in. Unlike a natural mudpit, the sides are straight up and down under the mud. So your feet can't get a grip on anything nor can you slog slowly to "shore" as you would do in water at a lake. Fred's Clay is also somewhat less dense than natural clay, meaning that you don't bob up quite as easily as you do in natural clay. I have escaped from a natural pit that was basically a hole that me and (yet another) mud partner broke in the middle of a mushy semi-firm surface, and it still wasn't anywhere near as difficult as Fred's Clay, despite the fact that it had no shore, no sides for a toe to grab onto, and no bottom.

Nessie