You asked about boundaries in rehearsals. I would say they were fluid. We didn't really set hard limitations but we were constantly testing and exploring new areas. Each rehearsal we'd kind of retread some areas that we'd covered before and then push into new things we hadn't tried before. Part of it was developing a flow and sequence that was really compelling and interesting and also graceful.
But we broke new ground during every rehearsal and that's what made it so exhilarating. I would always have butterflies wondering what was going to happen that night. Every time we would cross a new, bolder boundary there was this adrenaline rush and often a flood of arousal. The rush became addictive. The first time I was fully naked in front of my friends, the first time Andrew was naked, the first time he was erect, the first time I spread my legs and they could see my pussy lips, the first time they could see my asshole, the first time they made Andrew touch my breasts, my pussy, the first time they pressed our nude bodies together, the first time they put my hand on his cock, the first time they pressed his cock against my pussy lips and I could feel him getting hard against me, etc. We crossed these lines gradually over the course of a few weeks. And each time was thrilling.
I didn't want to do them all at once either. I wanted to savor it and draw it out - save some boundaries for the next rehearsal. I think we all wanted to let it develop organically like that. I'm telling you I spent the better part of a month in a constant state of arousal. I would come so quickly when I finally touched my clit.
After each run through we'd sit around and talk about what worked and what didn't work. Sometimes it was logistics. Like we realized to get me from doggy to laying on my back the two best ways were either to push me down so I was laying flat on my belly and then roll me over or move me up to my knees and then pull me back and to the side until I was laying down. We wanted 100% of my motions to be caused by the posers so tipping me over and having me flop from gravity did not look good.
And then sometimes we'd talk through what worked in terms of the level of eroticism. This sequence was too boring. Or this sequence was too much for Andrew stay in for long without getting an erection. We wanted the level of eroticism to build throughout the piece (just like the levels of violence in the brawl scene) to show the extremes to which society sexualizes us.
But we also wanted to audience to experience that same kind of rush as they saw each new boundary being crossed. I know some people were surprised when my top came off (I heard the gasps). And then we just kept pushing it to this extremely sexual place where Andrew and I were fully exposed and aroused and simulating aggressive, deviant sexual behaviors. We loved that every couple of minutes the audience would be like "holy shit" or you'd hear someone groan or something and you knew it was just blowing their mind over and over again. We wanted the audience to be fully aroused. We felt like that was the point and if the guys weren't rock hard and the women weren't dripping wet by the end of it then we kind of failed. (but don't worry we definitely succeeded there!) Honestly it was so hot to know that everyone in the audience was horny for us.
So we also talked about our own arousal. We decided since it was the point of the scene, that we should allow ourselves to be aroused as well. I was definitely aroused and the posers were too. One of the posers (Colin) who was a puppet during the brawl would always pitch a tent, especially when he would pose my feet. But poor Andrew. We thought it would be too much for him to play the scene with an erection, so he had to fight it and we had to devise ways to hide it. I feel like he had to suffer because of that in a way that the rest of us could just relax and enjoy it. But he didn't seem to mind.
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