My alter ego,
Disciplinarian, Devon Black
You never really retire.
Relax… it’s just fetish
Calabasas, tucked into the mountain side, The IBN boyz as we called them, had a fetish for one of my photogs! I had 3 on a spin on any given day. The ex & I owned Ultimate Models, so tits and ass poured around us like champagne runs in Jay Z & Diddy’s grails.
bob z, the fetish photog, was brilliant in his own sick fashion. Begged for months for us to allow him to receive a spitting video starring my ladies and I…
After a year of faithful service… His wish was granted… bob the photog received the privilege of starring as a slave with 8 of the hottest Fem Doms in LA. Cameras set to record on the hill side and, “I Spit On Your Slave”, was shot.
Britney Andrews, Tyler St. Clair, Myself as my alter ego Devon Black, Disciplinarian in a stunning sun shine yellow mini & fire red lace up heals & toes painted million dollar red to match. Along with 7 other gorgeous goddesses, we were ready to spit on my slave… and oh spit we did… I spit down bob’s throat in most fowl of fashion. You hear the camera man gag on the film as well as see the slave gag with a gut wrenching rigorousness to send any sane human a sensational immediate sickness.
One of our favorite to work with Fetish / Porn Stars Brittney Andrews, Won at the 1998 AVN Awards that year for a porn film. She was then invited to appear on @HowardStern to promote her win & movies, she shared, “I Spit On Your Slave” with him and his crew. Stern gagged at the film! When you see it, you’ll see, its not much to brag about aside from I am a hot ass bitch that can make a man gag.
As a Disciplinarian, I was invited to shoot fun sexy projects and wear the coolest edgiest outfits, while hanging with the most significant trend makers from the darkest edge of Hollywood. As an observer and writer it was incredible to behold the delighted treasures of LA’s rich sex culture, its people. I met some amazing people and learned some phenomenal lessons about people and life. Having been trained by Mistress Jennifer Antone and shared our Dungeon with her, was also eye opening to say the least.
Though the story above is interesting, we both know that is not the story you came to read, you want the juice! That sauce… I shall not disappoint.
Fast forward 3 years, I live in PDX my home town with my Mother and beautiful child, I’m a single Mother. A good friend from high school had gotten me a job as a stagehand at the Portland Rose Garden Arena. It was great, I had only ever been to one real concert in that big arena until I worked my first show at the Rose Garden. TLC… Thank God… Magnificent fun and I was hooked on being a stage hand!
AC/DC April 19, 2001
I was setting up a regular show, AC/DC I was ULTRA excited cuz I had what I thought was a big Casting Director’s job interview between set up & show times, I couldn’t wait, I was totally ready. Plus who is not so MAD for @AC/DC ?!?!?! I AM IN LOVE!!! Always… even after the story I’m about to tell you.
At lunch, after setting up the stage for the previous 5 hours, standing in line speaking to a few co-workers/friends, when I was approached by a 40 something year old man with peroxide frosted blond long shaggy hair, a few grungy teeth, tight black jeans and the stench of cig smoke on his faux leather members only jacket.
He says to me, “Hey baby, I eyed a spot in the back over here, where you and I can get some alone time. (Mind you, I was on stage the whole morning, in a crew of 50-100, I’d not seen this guy in that 5 hrs.) AC/DC’s lighting manager as it turned out. Totally out of left field. Looking around because there’s no way he was speaking to me, but here I am standing with 5 men and this guy walks up talking all crazy.
“oh come on darlin’, I need a ReLEease.” Disgusted, I looked at the table clothed tables with cloth napkins rolled up around me and told him with laughter in disbelief in my voice, “You NEED to get your own release, grab a napkin and get on with your nasty self.” Shocked anyone would say these words in thought that they might work. My friends and I shaking our heads as we look at each other to see if we are all seeing this for real.
I turned to him, asked him to walk away… He grabbed my arm as if to pursued me to follow. He says, “oh come on darling, just a lil shag”, in his accent. I said quite clear and very stern, “I don’t know who or what kinda bird you think I am but if you do not walk away I will either slap you or simply file a grievance with the Union for your behavior. Your choice, but on either account you will be leaving me alone.” Upon hearing this he was not dissuaded. I reaffirmed what I had already said and told him that he needed to be wise and simply walk away.” At this point he’d realized he was whipped and wondered off to find a groupie by the gate.
Yes, the gentz I was with could have stepped in but they also knew from seeing me in action for two plus years, I had this. He was hardly the first nor last to offer himself to me backstage a show. I used to joke that I have the longest list of famous men I’ve said no to. Can you imagine. Nearly 3 years of concerts, 1-3 shows per week, if I had said yes… yikes! No thank you! I decided long before I started working conerts, I wouldn’t be a faceless groupy. Stuck to my guns.
In the corner at one of the tables, these two men had been eating and laughing their asses off to the point they were falling off their seats. The waved for me to come over, knowing they were not part of my house crew, I asked if they knew him. They said, “yeah! How did you do that?” Stunned?… I said, “What???”…”Do.. what?”
In their lovely accents they said to me, “In all the countries and in all the states that we’ve visited that guy ALWAYS gets laid! By whom ever he wants! What makes you so special as to not fall for his charms.” I’m cracking up in disbelief by this point.
I told them, I’d owned the Red Velvet Torture Chamber in LA. They asked if I had my own leathers and gear, my response, “I have leathers in every color bruises come in.” They were more than a little intrigued?! They then asked if I would be willing to get dressed up and do something for the show. “OF COURSE!” was my reply.
In that moment, I knew I had enough time to either get to my side of town pick up my leathers and gear to get back to work my shift at the Portland Rose Garden Arena before the AC/DC show or I could head to the complete other side of town for the job interview… Then back to work…This was one of those no turning back moments in life… you get one chance… just one…
That was an easy call… who gets to preform with AC/DC? …. I was AMPED!!! My crew was amped, the whole Garden was a mur mur… This wasn’t my first stint with bringing a little extra fun and play to the Arena & my pals on the crew…
8 pm I changed from my overalls & bandanna wear’n little Venus into Devon Black, Disciplinarian. At 8:30 pm I was escorted under the stage by the Video guys, where They had a man, naked, as I requested with a chair. I took out my black silk rope, tied my volunteer to the chair. @ACDC was just above me as they performed, “Hells Bells” with the plexi-glass strip in the stage, I could see Angus, He even saw me, about 7 words into “Hells Bells”, I must have been a surprise by the look in his eyes.
Appearing on the 20 foot screen behind him as they performed, was myself vamped out in black leather and 6 inch platform heals, hair huge! Looking like a Video tramp! \m/ Whipping Angus personal tour bus driver with a bull whip while they played, “Hells Bells”, & “The Jack”. So fuk’n hot!
After my set, I got dressed into my work clothes and went into stage break down mode, an hour into it. The AC/DC Stage Manager, Rodger came to me and said, “In 5 years of working for Angus, I have never been summoned to his chambers. Tonight however was a different story. He summoned me (with great emphasis made on summoned.) and requested that I tell him who that girl who stole his show was?”
Angus: “What the fuck does she think she’s doing, stealing my mutha fuk’n show? Thats MY show!!!!” he says then…”that bloody bitch needs to get her own damn show and leave mine alone.” Plus more but I think that gives you the idea of how the rest went. Video guys were fired and the video tape was destroyed…
This whole story by the way still cracks me up to no end and I still pinch myself because its all so real and it was so fuk’n awesome to be part of! I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything… priceless.
The reason Angus was angry. The late Paul Allen runs a clean show as owner of the Rose Garden, he had a deal with the band that this was a family friendly environment. According to Rodger the stage manager, all the bands families were on deck this particular night. It was rumored Angus’s wife wanted to “kick my ass.” and needed to be calmed down. It was a big deal that I stole this particular show, of all shows I could have… As for that part, I am not shameless… I’m sorry, I was not privy to such knowledge when I agreed to do the show.
Remember I quickly mentioned the 3 ft wide plexy glass strip in the stage where Angus made eye contact with me. According to AC/DC’s stage crew, that is used to hold naked strippers up under the stage, by stage hands as the band performs, walking on the naked bodies as the play. No one but the band see’s them.
The family show! Thank you AC/DC for one of the most phenomenal and crazy nights of my life. And note to the volunteer slave, Thank you and I hope you healed well. It was a brand new bull whip, I choose it for its dramatic effect…