Bondage Joyride for Angelique

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Angelique is Forced to Orgasm in Ultra-Stringent Bondage

And everybody came and came again!

I have had one hell of a last month. You do not realize how much your daily routine involves until something happens that totally changes that routine for a while. I am not used to having all of my energy taken away like that. I can safely say that it has been great getting back to normal and normal for me means includes tying the hell out of beautiful gals and putting them through all manners of stringent perils. If you do not believe me ask Angelique up there. The position is not easy. The predicament is not lady-like. The result is discomfort and a lot of orgasms.

I came to the conclusion not long ago that the orgasm chair had some serious flaws. It had never been named and more importantly it had never had the chance to properly host Angelique Kithos. We fixed both of those things just the other night. My anticipation was at an all-time high. I had not worked with her for a while. Hell I had not even shot for a while. Sometimes a hiatus like that lets the brain work and new ideas spin around in your skull. The look on Angelique's face was a sly grin when I told her the chair and position were now called "The O-Cliterator." The look changed to one of slightly more concern when I told her that her crotch was going to be the one to christen the launch of this new ship!

She knew that the position was merciless. She knew how orgasmic she is. She had no idea that I would change up the position from the standard. She had seen damsel after damsel with their ankles raised up to the chair seat flexing their legs in and out to fight against the vibrator pulsing against their vaginas, and she thought she was in for the same fate. Unfortunately the re-launch of anything involves changes, and changes with me involve making things more challenging. I tied her legs in an asymmetrical position that involved them being spread as wide as possible. The tautness in her crotch was obvious and her vaginal lips slightly parted from the forced split. There would be no way to fight against the vibrator this way. It was tied against her and she had now way to mitigate the pounding it would give her clit.

She actually called me a fucker when I put on the breast bondage!

That wasn't the only change though. Rather than just tie her breasts we used a hemp cord harness. It dug deeply and crushed her magnificent breasts. Hard and firm they became quickly over-sensitized causing the air alone to perk her nipples fully awake. Her elbows fared no better. Even though they are not seen for most of the video, they are welded. I mean crushed as tightly together as elbows go. She had no complaints though, mostly because of the large pair of full-bottom panties roughly stuffed into her mouth. Finally was the tape for the gag. I found a great clear tape with nice elasticity, and it let me tape her face tighter than any gag I've ever done.

And there you have it. An alluring angel tied in one of the most uncomfortable and undignified positions imaginable. Her speech was unintelligible, and her moans were delicious. The vibrator worked her pussy into a swollen, red and wet mess as she had orgasm after orgasm. When I shut off the vibrator she was highly relieved until she saw the dolly I brought out and started attaching her to it still fully tied. That however is a story for another clip soon to come :)

Images courtesy of Orgasm Hell: Angelique Is O-Cliterated available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/7380233.

Two-Girl Hogtie with No Escape

Pantyhose ain't just for robbing banks.

I had the great fortune to spend almost a week with JJ Plush and Tony from GotCuffs recently. Angelique and I went up and were treated to great hospitality. We drank, we ate and yes we even shot a little. How did I repay that hospitality? Apparently I made JJ cry in bondage for the first time in a very long time. I take no pride in making girls cry, but I will fully admit that I find it sexy as hell.

I have always loved working with both gals as they are perfect damsels. Anyone can get tied up. A lot of people can get tied up tightly. How anyone can get jacked up into an insanely severe hogtie, be brought to tears, made to drool all over themselves and thank me for a cathartic set is beyond me. That my friends is some kind of special. It's a kind of special that I got to bind, grope and lead around dank and cold basements for days and days.

Both girls are similar in that they seem so pathetic in a scene. You just want to rescue them. That is until they start messing with your ropes. Knots start coming undone, gags get removed and people start hopping around. That forces your hand as a bad guy. You start tying tighter, pinching nipples, cinching gags extra tight and upping the ante. The girls do not stop though. Anything I threw at them led to increased attempts to foil my restraints. I gagged them both with panties. I bound breasts. I groped them and stuffed giant ballgags into their mouths. I forced them to gag kiss, to drool on themselves and slapped their asses. Nothing slowed them down.

That is what brought them to this fate. I did not plan this position. I planned having them both hogtied most definitely, but my mind's eye had no vision of such a devious fate. The more they moved the more I tried to make them not move. The funny part is that they knew it. They have both worked with me a lot. They know that if you keep moving I will keep adding to the restraint. As I began roping them side by side, one girl's ankles to the others wrists and one girls wrists to the others ankles I heard JJ gasp. I saw Angelique's face contort as I tied their elbows and shoulders forcing them side by side and slightly leaning into each other. Still they struggled.

Without even thinking I pulled out stockings. They last humiliation would be to hood them and force them to sweat and drool inside pantyhose prisons. I pulled the stockings over their heads and taped them in place. I pulled on the ends and for some reason tied them head-to-head. I realized this could be a great predicament and pulled the stockings back to their ankles and tied them in place. Their faces were contorted, their heads pulled back tightly. They could barely move. Both girls were in real and extreme distress. Tears rolled down JJ's face, and saliva dripped from Angelique's chin. The struggling was over. Both girls were now completely helpless. Any movement from one caused agony from the other. No movement meant agony for themselves. It was a true predicament and my favorite 2-girl tie of all time!

Image courtesy of Give Me the Codes with Angelique Kithos and JJ Plush.

Mummification Madness Struggling Challenge

Still six minutes to go provided you keep struggling!

I have been going through a lot of electrical tape lately and for good reason. People seem to like the black and shiny look. I have been wanting to mix it up a little though which I found two ways to do. Hannah Perez is just plain awesome and a real champ when it comes to my devious schemes. She will always listen with interest as I explain just how difficult the position and predicament will be. She asks a couple questions and then invariably says lets go for it. I view it as a great compliment as she has never told me no to an idea, and she always finds a way to pull it off.

Our mummification together came about because of a failed custom request. Custom requests are often not really attempts at a custom. I do not think most people are being surreptitious, I just think they do not realize that talking about the possibilities is more stimulating to them than actually nailing down a custom and producing it. Most of the requests are legit but a fair share are just people mentally masturbating, looking for free images or just wanting to talk about an idea without a true goal of realizing it through production. A common scenario is somebody will describe a position and then ask to see models that I think can handle tough restraint. I will send a list of names and then invariably I get asked to show samples of them. I then point out that they are easily found on the internet through my ports, blog, stores, etc. Then they disappear from my email inbox forever.

There is a fine line walking between someone's fantasy and what is actually achievable through the budget that they have available. There is also a fine line having a number of interesting ideas from people that would make great clips, but they often come from what I call seeders. Seeders are people that email you about a custom clip, describe the scenario and then back out. Their goal is to get you to produce the idea yourself. They go into excruciating detail about the scenario, the materials used and the interactions with the model. They never actually want to talk about cost, timing or finalizing production. Eventually when those topics become more of a focus for me they stop returning emails.

Because I am a complete bastard I have away of handling seeders. I take their idea, change the parts that I feel were most important to them and then make the clip myself. The mummification that Hannah is experiencing was supposed to be done with saran wrap covered with silver duct tape. Her eyes were to be covered and the scenario was about an abduction. She was to be given no chance of escape. I changed all of that. I used nylon encasement and black electrical tape. I turned it into an instructional video where Hannah was a willing participant. I made it a challenge where she would be let lose after a set period of time. I then did an interview with her at the end.

I love doing customs. I appreciate all of you making custom requests. Those of you though that think you are smarter than me though, who think you can trick me into producing something for free, are in for a shock. I will do your clip for free and giving you nothing that you thought you were sly enough to trick me into doing. Your blonde will be a brunette. Your tape will change color or become gauze. You scenario will be the exact opposite. You fantasy will just not exist in the clip ... and it will sell.

I will end by saying that a frogtie mummification has been requested by several people. This blog is not about you, you are all great! This blog is about a great position, a great gal and someone who wasted my time with 16 emails only to inspire me to my finest (IMHO) mummification to date. For than I thank you :P

Image courtesy of Hannah Perez in Tight Tape and No Escape Mummification.

Her Ya Go

Strict Bondage and Heavy Groping

Did You Hide It Here?

Several years ago a charming and attractive model named Angelique Kithos contacted me about possible shooting. At the time work and other things did not allow much time in my schedule, and I am extremely bad about email. If you have ever emailed me and not gotten a response do not feel offended. You have joined the ranks of a hundred relatives, co-workers and models. That is why I have a booking agent now. As for Angelique she was diligent in her correspondence which may have been either very clever or very foolish on her part. She had done a lot of bondage and was smoking hot. After a few emails not getting answered she decided to up the stakes a little bit. Ted Michaels was not going to miss out on this ultra-bindable cutie.

I received an email that almost no rigger or lover of bondage could resist. She went into detail about how she loved bondage and was moving to the area. She was looking for somebody to work with consistently that could really put her through her paces. She told of her submissiveness, her need for tight rope and her ability to escape almost any restraint. She said she would be living mere minutes away. She asked me to imagine the possibilities of having someone so willing to be tied tightly so close. Who can resist that and call themselves a rigger?

I contacted her back and gave her my usual warnings, I mean content list. Phrases like "every rope tight" and "thoroughly immobilizing positions" and "heavy groping" did not deter her. She said the tighter the better. The more I fondled her the more she would fight. If I put her to the test I would get the most adorable expressions from her. She could take anything and would ooze pained damsel in distress the entire time. I said ultra-strict, and she said yes. I said manhandling, and she said go for it. I said I would bundle her into a tight little ball of helplessness and paw every inch, and she said please.

I have a method with new people when I work with them the first time. There is a feeling out process in most cases. How much can she handle? How fast should I ramp up the difficulty. That didn't happen with Angelique though. She talked the talk, and I was going to see if she could walk the walk. We shot some photo sets to get things rolling. Small talk makes things a lot easier for me before you start shooting video. She seems to find me humorous. That is a plus. She has a lot of similar interests. That is a big plus. She can hold her own in a conversation. That is a giant plus. She handled two photo sets of crisp and ultra-tight bondage. That is a plus beyond measure.

I set up the camera and reminded her of her email. She said she was the real deal, and she was all that and more. I groped her from start to finish as I progressively bound her into a tightly folded lotus. I pulled her back by her hair until she was vertical, her ankles were high in the air and her now exposed crotch was in full view ... and fully available. I cupped, groped, rubbed and stroked for a very long time. She never said stop, and it was a heavy groping video after all. She must not have minded because she kept coming back for shoot after shoot. Oh, and she is now my booking agent and my wife! How many people can list getting to second base before your first date with a gal?

Image courtesy of Hooded Hottie Groping Hell with Angelique Kithos.

Models Hate Cold Floors More Than Strict Bondage

Ted, your studio has really cold floors. Just ask my nipples!!!

Have you ever seen a special about Alaska or the Arctic? Some scientist is trying to track the mating habits of a bird with a name that makes you chuckle to yourself even though you are no longer twelve. It is called something like a Giant Double-Breasted Booby or the Alaskan Titmouse. The narrator is warbling on with his silky-smooth voice, "It is called giant for a reason. It is the largest Booby of them all. Until its discovery in 1958 everyone thought South America had the biggest Boobies, but Alaska has Boobies that are hands down the largest. Watch the odd bobbing motion as it walks, almost like it is jiggling. Scientists are not sure how this behavior developed, but they are fascinated by it." Then at some point the narrator will mention that the scientists have to move quickly. The cold weather allows only a two week window to observe this behavior.

My studio is Alaska when you are trying to observe the mating habits of the Giant Double-Breasted Booby. It is either far too hot or far too cold. Twice a year for about a week it is perfect. It was neither of those times when I shot with Natalie Minx for the first time. As with many models I work with for the first time the first set is about going through the paces. I throw everything into the mix. Her bondage was ultra-strict, her gag was punishing, she was groped, her beasts were exposed, her panties here pulled down and her breasts were tightly tied. I hogtied her into a tight little ball and then I circled her with a camcorder like a news helicopter over a traffic jam. I wanted to see if she could handle my style of bondage and how long she could handle it. The first set is about bending the model. The model is like a tree in the wind, and the bondage needs to flex her just enough but never too far.

One, two, four and then eight minutes passed in that hogtie. She never stopped moving and never stopped begging for release. Her eyes pleaded with the camera. Ropes on the floor pressed uncomfortably into skin already tightened by even tighter ropes. Her arms grew redder and redder from the elbow restraint with each passing minute. The tape digging into her cheeks dug deeper and deeper as her face tired. I panned up and down every inch of her cinched figure documenting her bare breasts, exposed crotch and her eyes asking me when it would be over. The camera moved in, and she was lectured on her bad behavior.

She lay there with grit and dirt and dust from the floor all over her as I untied her. I worked her arms loose first. Rope marks from her earlier breast bondage were still on her skin. The gag was next, and I slowly unwound it strip by strip until her face, creased and red from the tape, was her own again. She rubber her arms and wrists as I finished untying her. I said, "Those elbow ropes suck after a while." Her response was, "Those I can handle, but your floor is freezing!" Our next set was in the living room on the rug.

Image courtesy of You Screwed Over the Wrong Gal with Natalie Minx.

Strict Bondage and Tight Gags

Wenona strains without any gain!

Everything about a certain set says strict bondage and a tight gag. The predicament above features Wenona as the damsel in distress. She plays the role well and understands that the best acting comes from good direction. In this case the director is white nylon rope pulled ultra-tight and a gag strapped in not one but two notches past the normal. I refer to this as the minimalist approach, but my version of minimalism results in a scene of true helplessness.

In the image above every rope around Wenona is pulled tight. Every loop is neat. Every knot is unforgiving. The bondage forces exertion. The exertion tenses her muscles and build a sheen of perspiration all over her body. The ballgag is pulled just tightly enough into her mouth that these exertions force shortness of breath and moaning. Her pants and moans allow drool to run freely from her mouth, down her chin and onto her chest. Her body is over-sensitized from a tight crotchrope digging in deeply enough to stimulate but not so much to cause pain. Her nipples become fully erect as blood flow is diverted to her skin. Even the air flow from the vent is enough to continue the stimulation on her nipples now.

Acting the part at some point is replaced by becoming the part. I do not have to tell her to struggle. The bondage and gag have compelled her to struggle. Her tensed muscles start the release of endorphins. She cannot even feel the ropes now, but she can certainly feel the slight tinge of euphoria coming over her body. She no longer fights the ballgag and lets is sink deeper into her mouth forcing out even more drool. She gyrates in her chair forcing the crotchrope to continue rubbing against her, forcing the air to continue wafting against her engorged nipples. There is no longer agony from the ropes, only the body's desire to keep the endorphins flowing and maintain the sweet sensations she is no lost among. Struggling is now automatic.

So it goes on for long minutes. Wenona left her mental script of, "wiggle, moan, arch, moan, try to drool, big eyes" a long time ago. The ropes and gag have done their work. The have held fast and produced a chain reaction that turned her into a real damsel in distress. She is no longer struggling against the ropes and gag but with them. Drool flows freely down her chin as she moans not from a script but from the ropes rubbing against her over-sensitized skin and that crotch rope pulled to just the right tightness working against crotch. Her movements are no longer about release but about maintaining the sensations. She is almost shocked when I say we're done. Her look is one of being snapped out of a trance with perhaps a little disappointment added.

There are many ways to make a girl helpless with strict bondage and tight gags. A truly fun way is to tie them in a way where their struggling creates a set of events that make them want to struggle instead of feel like they have to struggle. It is not voluntary. The events compel the girl to so so, and that means they are damsels in distress in the truest form. So close to escape but never reaching it because struggle becomes about struggle for the sake of struggling instead of struggling for the sake of freedom. In essence though are those sensations not the true freedom? A little release of endorphins and a little, "ah, that was nice" to recover from a rough day can do wonders I would think.

Image courtesy of Welded in White with Wenona.

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Models Plus Science Equals Mummification

If You're My Mummy Then Who's Your Daddy?

Over the last year I have undergone an extensive set of tests to prove to myself that I am not allergic to tape. It has never concerned me. I do not have nightmares about swollen red hands itching from contact with tape. I have never woken up in a cold sweat, sat up and screamed, "Great Scott! What if I am allergic to tape?!?!" Come to think of it I've never screamed, "Great Scott!" ever as well. That is most likely because I do not give two s**ts about how many gigawatts it takes to travel through time and think Delorians are stupid. You made a car out of a kitchen sink. Congratulations.

The point is that I am very scientific. Oh, you want proof? I wore a lab coat and held a clip board in a video with Angelique Kithos and Kendra James. Still not convinced? I was wearing glasses and nodding my head most of the time. That is right, it was scientific bitches! The only way to know something is through empirical evidence. You develop a hypothesis and then test that hypothesis rigorously through the scientific method. Years of contact with tape were not enough. There were too many variables, too many unknowns. I had to do this right. I could not let Angelique, Kendra or that pristine white lab coat down!

Fetishcon was the answer. It was the only place that a non-electrician can walk into the lobby with almost 30 pounds of tape and not get funny looks. It was the only place where I could explain my experiments to a host of beautiful women without them pointing in a random direction, saying, "Look, flying monkeys!" and then disappearing before I turned back to them. In fact these same people were telling me to bring it on. They said, "Bring it Ted, bring on the science. Do your tests, gather your data. You can count on us!" Whitney Morgan brought a protractor. Ashley Graham donated some beakers. Star came to town with an Erlenmeyer flask. Gigi Lynn reminded me to wear glasses because, and I quote, "Science is about smarts and you look dumber without your glasses." The girls knew I needed answers, they appreciated the empirical method and the science could commence.

We went through a lot of tape at this year's Fetishcon. I am not exaggerating, I finished off a full box of electrical tape, three boxes of microfoam, a box of blenderm, two rolls of transparent electrical tape, three rolls of duct tape and a various amounts of four other kinds of tape. The electrical tape alone weighed over 22 pounds according to the shipping manifest taped inside the box. Yes, they taped the shipping details for a 22 pound box of tape inside the box with tape. Fortunately for the world i\t did not open up a wormhole. I did four full mummification sets, 2 partial mummification sets, 32 wrap gags and 11 layered restraints that utilized electrical tape or duct tape or both.

The testing was done. We all sat around my laptop nervously as the data ran through a series of algorithms developed solely for the task at hand. Each girl underwent mummification, brutal gagging and layered restraints. This was more than money. This was more than bondage. This was science. After the programs finished running the results were finally ready. We broke into cheers and danced around the flickering screen. I was not allergic to tape. The science was there, the science was sound and the science clearly said that the mummification and tape gags would continue!

Image courtesy of Ashley Graham in Mummification Country Club Initiation.

Thrift Stores Are Sweet

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Hemp Rope Hogtie for Angelique

Hemp, hogtie, helpless!

I have never been a frequent user of hemp rope, mainly because nylon is easier to work with and far more comfortable for the model. Oh, when I refer to hemp rope I'm not talking about nylon or polyester or cotton rope that's been died brown so it looks brutal. Fake shit is okay when you're trying to be nice to the model, but saying that it's hemp rope when it's brown nylon kind of makes you a douche. I'm not talking about anyone in particular, I'm just saying hemp is hemp. I'm talking about the real deal, scratchy, stiff and smelling of the oil it's soaked in to keep it from rotting away.

Angelique asked for some art shots of her in a hemp body harness. Everyone knows this will lead to no good as my turn at the scenario involves her in a full shibari-style tie completed with a knotted gag and a fully jacked hogtie. There's something about rolling around on a dirty garage floor bound completely in hemp that makes for a great scene for me. The rope is basic, the setting is basic and the scenario is to-the-point. Movement is tough, struggling is uncomfortable and even being untied isn't for the meek. Oh, that's scratches. No shit, it's hemp. That's why I only use it on the tough gals, the ones that understand that the material sometimes requires a rope hickey here, a scratch there and some rope burns to make for a great clip.

As for rope hickeys that's what I call those tiny bruises that people get on their elbows and behind their knees from the rope being cinched. It always happens during the more intimate part of a tie, the part where the photographer keeps saying excuse me for reaching between a girl's thighs or pinching the skin on their elbows. It's a great telling point for how much empathy the photographer has by how gingerly they apply something that is guaranteed to pinch but still feel bad when it does. If a photographer asks you to suck it up when you say, "Ouch!" ask him how many dead animals he has buried behind his house.

Hemp isn't for the meek. It looks awesome. It makes me want to tie people up totally naked. That's the difference between hemp and nylon or cotton for me. I almost never tie anyone up naked. When the hemp comes out though you will be wearing nothing but your birthday suit. Well, that and a lot of hemp. It will look great though, so thank you for bearing through the rope hickeys, the scratches, the rope burn and my 100 apologies while putting the rope in place.

Image courtesy of 240 Feet of Hemp Rope Hogtie Hell with Angelique Kithos.

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Pantyhose Face

For a face that looks smooth and toned!

Pantyhose Face sounds like a villain from a 1940's comic strip. Who robbed the bank? It was Pantyhose Face. How do you know? Um, well, they had pantyhose on their face. Yeah, but a lot of robbers put pantyhose over their face. Sure but do a lot of robbers also take the time to stuff panties in their mouths and tape it in with packing tape? Wow, yeah that was Pantyhose Face; how much did they get. Actually nothing, they hopped into the bank already taped up as usual, so we spanked the hell out of her and threw her in the paddy wagon like all the other times. You don't say, I'm beginning to think Pantyhose Face actually enjoys that!

I never knew such a thing as pantyhose face existed until I started getting emails about my nylon encasement clips and suggesting possible models to undergo pantyhose face. I just like the concept of taking a beautiful person and distorting their features. This is your damsel. This is your damsel with pantyhose face. Get the picture? I like contrast, and it is hard to find a more stark contrast then a woman who makes a living from her face and then covering it with nylon and tape. Your new nose looks awesome. Let's see how it looks bent over to the side by pantyhose. I love your new hair style. Let's see how it looks all crushed against your head. I don't think most models share my feelings.

I guess it falls under the category of deconstruction. I've always enjoyed taking someone dressed in a killer outfit and then tussling their clothes, unbuttoning their blouse, hiking up their skirt and then showing an outfit that is kind of a wreck. It really is dramatic to me and shows distress. The same applies to the restraint. You take someone able to do most anything and transform them into a damsel that can do almost nothing. It's not about objectification, it's about contrast. I like when the rope contrasts with the outfit. I like when the blouse contrasts with the skirt. I like when the freedom contrasts with the captivity.

If you don't believe me look at poor Candle here. She is absolutely stunning without her face contorted in nylon, stuffed with cloth and wrapped with packing tape. She is a far cry from the smiling gal that everyone sees outside of bondage. You would think she was ready to be tossed over my shoulder, taken to the local UPS store and have a shipping label slapped to her ass. Come to think of it, I might just do that the next time we shoot. It's about time Candle had a shipping label slapped onto her ass. Then again knowing Candle she'd enjoy that!

Image courtesy of Candle Mummified in Electrical Tape with Candle Boxx.

Spam Filters Eat My Custom Requests

Ruler of the New Ottoman Empire!

Every 30 days or less I have the highly enjoyable task of weeding through my spam filter. Since text lacks tone re-read the previous sentence and apply the highest amount of sarcasm possible. In the early days of my store it was quite easy. There's a handy button that gets rid of everything in my spam filter. Those days are long gone though since my email address is now known to the Internet in most part to me using it to advertise customs.

This leads to the creation of a monster that subsists solely on nourishment from my custom requests and other business opportunities. Don't get me wrong, I worked for an ISP before and spent a lot of time with filtering. It basically works like this. You watch for suspicious emails, pull out items that can be used to flag those emails in the future and then you have a spam filter. Spammers aren't stupid though, so they start sending emails with headers saying things like, "Hi honey, your Gramma wants to know how you're doing."

The end result is a random collection of emails getting caught in the spam filter without any rhyme or reason that I can see. This person has a yahoo email address, and this one has a hotmail. People spam from those, get rid of them. This person is mentioning a link exchange, that's spam. This one mentions a viable business opportunity. Wait, viable opportunities are spam. This girl wants to model for me but her interest in my portfolio is obviously spam. The monster is loose and it's easing my emails.

Every two weeks I try to go through all my spam because interwoven within every 50 emails are 3 custom requests, 2 link exchange requests, several offers to trade, buy or sell content, a couple model requests and several attempts by fans to just say hello and comment on recent clips. I salvage a lot of them, but I don't get all of them before the 30-day timer ticks down and eats valid emails. Welcome to the modern age of convenience! That my friends is the glorious morning of a bondage producer and even worse the better part of a day for models.

As such we're going to pretend that poor Ashley up there is spam, and I've put her in a very uncomfortable spam filter. It's the tightest balltie I've done in a while combined with the tightest breast bondage I've done in a while. Since spam filters seem random to me I'll do something random as well. When my Twitter followers reach 252 I will put up a free preview, free samples and then offer the clip for sale on both of my Clips4Sale stores. Tweet this to your friends ... or don't ... now that's random!

My New Only-Restraint Strict Bondage Store

Stay put while I grab my camera!

A cool thing about running a bondage store is the feedback you get from everyone about their likes and tastes. Although everyone I hear from likes bondage, they tend to have very different tastes in almost everything including the format of clips. I pay close attention to this feedback because it is always the reason why a clip is purchased or pass on by a fan or potential customer.

In the beginning, my clips were short because they were shot at the end of photo sets when the model was very tired. I started getting requests for longer clips, so I cut out some of the photos and got more of the model struggling. I then got requests for the restraint being applied, so I began filming that. The result is a good amount of time for most clips which has done very well for me.

I still like shooting shorter clips though, and I'm very happy with how focusing on just the final restraint allows for some very crisp bondage. I want vehicles to showcase both on-screen restraint and final restraints. Since my major vehicle now is a clip store I decided just to open another clip store.

Strictly Business focuses on what I call the damsel at her most helpless. She is fully restrained and struggling with all her might for freedom. She knows there is no escape, the ropes are too tight and the position is too immobilizing. That is her only option though, so she struggles. Her captor will return to take fuller advantage of her helplessness, a bet has been made or she has brought her plight on herself. Regardless of the reason for her captivity, useless struggling is her only option so she struggles.

That is the core of my new store but it also focuses on two elements that I find important. Some fans only want a short clip that are fast to download and affordable. There are so many stores that offer that, I've been happy with my current niche. I get too many requests for the shorter format though, and demand should prompt supply. And it has. I'm still offering my larger format clips. I will be offering more episodic content (larger clips broken into parts) and now I offer clips from 3-12 minutes max.

The bondage fix is only minutes away and guarantees 100%, no cut full restraints.

Image courtesy of Bachelor Party Bondage Audition with Ashley Graham.

Strictly Business can be viewed at http://www.clips4sale.com/42039

Enjoy!

Elbows Do Not Always Have to Touch

Close enough

Yes, I love when elbows touch. There's something about taking something as far as it will go, and there's really no farther then welded together when it comes to having your arms behind your back. I know there are Russian gymnasts out there and uber-flexible gals that can go beyond that, but I'm talking about the typical damsel. When the elbows are together you know the position is tight, but they don't have to touch to look challenging to me.

My ultimate love is when I can see that someone's arms are as close together as they will go. You can see how the rope around the elbows sinks into the skin even more than when elbows though. You can notice the tension in the shoulders because they can't rotate back any more. The shoulder blades start to close in on themselves, and the skin on the arms gets tight to the touch. That my friends can be even more challenging than having your elbows though.

When someone is flexible, their elbows can touch and it doesn't cause as much strain as you would think. When someone can't get their elbows to touch though and you pull them as close as they will go. That is the ultimate test of endurance. There is not way to relieve any pressure or any tension. Every cord bites in it's deepest and every movement pulls your already strained shoulders just a little more than would happen with elbows touching. I'm by no means saying that it's easy to have your elbows touching. I'm just saying it's damn hard when they don't touch and are still cranked back.

That's one of the reasons I loved working with Sammie Sparks. Her elbows didn't touch, but she'd let you haul them back as far as she could take. She'd let you do that and then still struggle like hell. In my opinion that is more taxing and more uncomfortable than most can imagine. That is a true test of fortitude that I will always appreciate. As a rigger one of my goals is to portray true helplessness and elbows not touching that you can visibly see are at their maximum closeness show true helplessness to me more than a lot of other restraints.

Image courtesy of He Made My Tits Bulge with Sammie Sparks.

Whitney's First Breast Bondage

Tied Titney Morgan!

Everyone so often you get an image from a shoot that totally tells the tale of the entire experience for the model. I worked with Whitney Morgan at this year's Fetishcon and as is my custom our first set was a true test of the fair-haired vixen. I put her through a challenging first hour where she experienced tight rope bondage, welded elbows, her first-ever breast bondage, tape bondage, panty gag mouth-packing and tight tape wrapped around her face. After 30 or so minutes of that you're bound to be a bit worn out, and I think the image above tells that tale. She is not comfortable, and I suspect counting the seconds until the set is over.

Her face was glistening with sweat, her jaws were forced wide open by the panties, her face was squeezed by the tape and the ropes contorted her body into a helpless bundle of awesomeness on the couch. She was tied with rope everywhere and tape over the rope. She could barely move and her cries for help were too muffled to have any effect. She had already been gagged twice, three times if you count when she knelt before her "boss" on the carpet. She had struggled for countless minutes with no escape in sight.

That brings us to the image. After all that she still had five minutes to go, and she she it. She had to somehow find the energy to wriggle and whine for several more minutes before being rolled onto her stomach and having her panties and pantyhose pulled down.  She had to endure being rocked back and forth over and over, her aching breasts crushing into into the couch, as her "boss" gave her the final part of her retraining. As it turns out it was an interview for a promotion and not retraining at all. Whitney loved it, got the promotion and eagerly awaits her 30-day review!

Image courtesy of Called on the Carpet: On-the-Job Bondage Retraining with Whitney Morgan.

More images and sneak preview available at http://www.tedmichaelsdamsels.com/Whitney_Morgan_Bound/Whitney_Morgan_Bound_01.html

Poor Candle is going nowhere fast!

I had to hustle this week. I'm starting a couple new ventures and with FetishCon right around the corner I am pressed for time. Speaking of which what the hell does that even mean. It's not right around the corner, it's in Tampa. Is Flordia somehow occluded by a large corner? What? Oh yeah, i had to hustle. I thought I was clever having a clip all prepped and ready to go. The problem is I just didn't feel like putting it up. So began the saga of capturing and prepping a new clip. I think I chose wisely.

It's hard to hold a candle to Candle when it comes to bondage. Come to speak of it, what the hells does that mean? Why would I hold a candle next to her? I'm not into that type of thing, and she is certainly perfectly illuminated by the 3000 watts of cold lighting I use. It just doesn't make any sense to ... huh? Oh yeah, I was taking about Candle Boxx. When my old clip became problematic to use I went into the archives and pulled out my first clip of Candle.

Now when I say archives some might get the impression of a room with smartly polished wood and smooth marble podiums. Tasty tidbits of tied models sit under glass domes that are meticulously cleaned each dare for crystal clarity. In a future world perhaps the domes would have the contents of the DV tapes projected onto them for all who pass by to see. It's not the future though, it's the present. And I don't have a room like that. When I say archives I'm talking about a huge box full of tapes where half of them aren't properly labeled. I have to pull them out and remain professionally composed as I label them and search for a suitable update for my mood.

My mood that day drove me to search out a fun model that was tough as nails and gave me great content from start to finish. Granted that's most people I work with, but Candle takes the cake in that respect. And why would anyone take the cake? I mean Candle could because it would be an inside job. She'd sit on top of the thing until nobody was looking and run off with it, but I don't see why ... um, sorry, I keep getting off topic. Candle is just great in ropes.

I dragged her in and we wrestled like a gold medal depended on it. I never sweat so much in my life and the between scene footage of Candle's chest heaving up and down trying to catch her breath is priceless. She was groped, forcibly stripped and tied while she struggled. Once helpless she was "convinced" to remain still as hundreds of feet of rope were layered onto her naked and vulnerable body. A tight ballgag, a strict hogtie and a gauze wrap finished the package. I don't know why it's a package, she wasn't being delivered. That's the kind of shit you keep around for as long as you can!

Anyway she struggled and made the mistake of pulling the gauze off of her face. Some issue about drool and peppers on her egg sandwich from <insert coffee place that will sue me if I mention them here>. Rather than hose the scene she opted to get the gauze off, let the drool go everywhere and then struggle for seven minutes with a vice around her neck. I put that gauze on tight and when she got it off of her face it squeezed her neck. She was red and gasping the entire time. The crazy thing is she loved it. Now that my friends is a true bondage model!

Image courtesy of Hogtie from Hell - Taken Down and Tied Tight.

The Burglar Took All He Wanted

Tied, taped, silenced, but the burglar isn't done yet!

I have always danced a little on the edge of certain elements of what I consider healthy and playful fantasy. A number of my clips will have the damsel in the arms of her captor at the end as he says something about going upstairs or there could be worse things in her mouth then panties. It's cheeky, it's fun and it's not too far over the edge of my comfort. I often dabble with thoughts of how to extend that fantasy in a way that I find respectful and not too far into sexual themes. I really have no desire to show anything hardcore at all. I also have no desire to show anything overly simulated with anyone but my wife, but I do enjoy the concept of tame implied as part of a general bondage fantasy and my clip repertoire.

When you look up implied it is described exactly as you'd think. You give the impression of something without really showing it. That gives something mystery which I very much enjoy. You think you know what is going on, but you don't really see anything. It leaves things to the imagination. I did a clip with Nyxon and Ludella Hahn where they are both encased in nylon. The final line comes as I lift Nyxon into my arms and say something about going upstairs for privacy and telling Ludella I'll be back for her later. The look on Ludella's face absolutely sold the ending. It wasn't too far over the top, but her expression certainly gave the impression that more than ropes and struggling were in store for both girls after things faded to black.

I've done a couple things with Angelique that go a bit further to give the impression that the captor is taking too many liberties with his captive. They have been popular, but I've been reluctant to do that too much. I'm willing to do something like that with Angelique but definitely not with other models. My comfort aside I also really just didn't have a good idea how to carry the concept off in a respectful way that was not overly fake on one hand and not overly intense on the other hand. A custom request I got a little bit back forced my hand though. They asked for what they called "tame implied" for the custom, and I refused. They kept at me though and said they really meant tame and that they enjoyed mystery. The word mystery hooked me, and I agreed to give it a shot if I had full control of the story. I put together storyboards and came up with something that too my amazement not only did my wife not see an issue with, but other models didn't balk at. That's when I knew I had a fun concept that could dance close to my own creative lines without going too far.

That said, Angelique asked me to shoot the storyboard with her. She gets tied up, taped up, mouth-packed, fondled, forced to struggle and more. I call it She Begged the Burglar To Tie Her Tight Then He Took All He Wanted. It's for fans that want a taste of what happens before the gag goes in and after the panties are pulled down but don't care for anything explicit or too in your face.

Angelique Kithos is hard as nails!

Wrists past her ankles!

Imagine that you're sitting on the couch one day, and Angelique Kithos walks up to you. She says she wants to shoot clips for you bondage store, and she has all day to do it. Your mind goes through the possibilities, but your cut off by her saying, "no bullshit, I want everything you give the other models and more." I mean how can you say no to that? You can't, so I complied with her request.

She's always wanted to tune up the fight scenes for her store, so I used it as a chance for a mock fight. She played the cat burglar, and I played the bounty hunter. Yes, the cat burglar is an often used premise, but Angelique filling out that black spandex is something. She's over 6 feet tall in heels, has legs to die for and tits so perfect she is asked monthly for a reference to the doctor that do her implants ... surprise, they're all real! She walks in, I walk in. She starts throwing punches that I dodge and block because I'm the damn director. I connect though, and she's on the floor waiting for the bondage to start.

I tie her wrists and ankles before she starts some hard struggling. In her usual fashion she's calling me names and even tries to spit on me. That gets her a mouth stuffed with panties and tape wrapped around her face to keep them in. Her words are garbled but angry as I tie her chest and then weld her arms together behind her back. She again struggles like hell, a symphony of helplessness in constant motion. The problem is that she's made sure I can't call in my capture to the authorities. I can't just be driving around with a tied up girl in the truck, even bounty hunters have to play by certain rules. My only choice is to use the neighbor's phone which means the energetic beauty has one more length of rope going on. I pull her into a hogtie with her ankles to her chest and keep wrenching it so the ropes between get shorter and shorter. She grunts in discomfort as her chest and knees are pulled completely off the ground in a forced arch.

She can barely move and the discomfort is obvious on her face. She is not faking that classic damsel expression because the position forces it out of her. For seven minutes she can barely move in a position that provides no chance for comfort of any kind. The breathing through her nose gets more and more distress, the expression on her face gets more and more contorted and the sweat from the strain pours down her face. We keep the house at about 64 degrees when we shoot and use fluorescent lights. When you sweat it's because the ropes are tight, tight, tight! When the panties came out of her mouth she asked, "okay, a mummification next?"

Image courtesy of Brutal Back-arch for the Bitchy Burglar with Angelique Kithos.

Gets a little intense after the sixth one doesn't it?

A lot has changed over the past several months. In addition to becoming woefully inadequate at updating my blog, I've started a great job ... nice pay and fun work! My goal for a long time has always to be able to work from my home and then move to a place with a lot of privacy, a separate space to turn into a true studio and get closer to more of a main-stream bondage community. This is a great area for bondage, but the number of models are slim-to-none and the producers are great but not very interested in collaboration. The word I hate comes up a lot, competition. I'm a firm believer that an artist or businessperson competes with themselves to create quality product. An environment where I hear that I am competition makes me realize that the love of the craft has become less important than the love of the dollar. I can't work with that mentality, so it's time to move to a place more in tine with my creative beliefs... with more models and producers willing to collaborate and an understanding that building relationships is the key to long-term success.

Angelique has been hard at work scoping out possible locations and she has zoned in on some sweet areas. When I start seeing 2000+ square feet on ten private acres and a separate finished space with 14 foot ceilings I start to drool. Imagine the bound damsels trying to escape through the woods, the ability to film vehicle sequences with ZERO chance of any police around and a fully dedicated space always set up for shooting. If someone stops by or Angelique decides its time to do a set, we just get dressed and get it done. No more hour-and-a-half of moving lights and prepping everything for a living room shoot.

As for Angelique she blew my mind the other day when she cranked out two of the toughest positions I've ever done. We started with a hogtie that was so tight her hands were pulled past her ankles, her breasts never touched the floor, her knees never touched the floor and she could barely even rock back and forth. It was strict restraint and tight bondage to the max. Oh, and she had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth and taped in tightly with a full wrap around tape gag. The sweat pouring down her face tells everything about how difficult the position was. She wants to get tied up a lot more by me, and I'm looking forward to making her wish come true!

One of the few things I'll miss about this area when we move is that we'll be farther away from Candle Boxx. Although I've only worked with her once, I am entranced by her skills as a model and her ability to take a touch position. I almost immediately had her on the orgasm chair with a face packed full of cotton and wrapped with clear packing tape. We turned the hitachi on high and went for a excruciating ride where she orgasmed and squirted a dozen times. With each spasm it was obvious the strain of the repeated stimulation was was defeating her, and at the end she was a shaking, very wet and very satisfied young lady. She asked if I did something like that every shoot and when I said yes she got the biggest smile on her face!

Image courtesy of The Robbery Was Faked But the Orgasms Were Forced with Candle Boxx!

How to keep Candle quiet

I'll have to admit that I've always had a certain fondness for mummification. Before I even knew co-flex existed I was wrapping masking tape around people and turning them into oddly-looking packages of helplessness. Then I discovered co-flex, and it was time to get creative. The ladies were now in for some real challenges. Almost ever model that came through the door got roll after roll of white or black stretchiness cocooning and crushing their bodies. The stretchiness meant those packages were no longer odd-looking. They were sleek and shiny, the gauze hugging their curves. They became sleek and toned statues of helplessness. The tightness was evident and the noises them made, although muffled, definitely conveyed the feeling that they were being challenged in a way they had not experienced to that day.

I recently returned to tape though. I've had many requests for a tape mummification because of my work with electrical tape that it was inevitable. The elasticity and shininess of black electrical tape brings it many fans, but I've avoided tape because quite frankly electrical tape and skin can be a bad combination. Some people don't produce enough oil, so the tape is really harsh on their skin or it will leave black stains or it will cause reaction. I'd found the wonders of nylon-encasement though ... game on! Before you knew it was was encasing the ladies fully in nylon and then wrapping roll after roll of tape around them.

My most recent adventure with mummification was with Candle Boxx. She new I'd recently done a mummification request with another model and said, "tell me how to amp this position up so people know it's jacked." I told her the three things I could think of were to tape her hands behind her back, wrap her tighter and use an extreme mouth-packing for the gag. She said to do it. I asked her which, and she replied, "do them all, make it extreme." So I did just that.

I made her put nylon over every part of her body and got out my box of wide, double-gauge electrical tape. I wrapped it around her body tightly until only her head was showing and then stuffed her face full of cotton cloth. I pushed it in until I couldn't push it anymore and then taped it in tightly with clear packing tape. Silenced, I finished taping her head and shoulders. I used six rolls of wide electrical tape, the width of 12 rolls of normal electrical tape. At double-gauge it had the crushing power of 24 rolls of normal electrical tape. Let me put that in perspective ... it was the equivalent of over a quarter of a mile of standard electrical tape!

Image courtesy of Candle Mummified in Electrical Tape with Candle Boxx.

Damsels in Tupperware

I like my damsels fresh!

I'm having one of those days where everything I write starts off with a coherent point and then trails off into something that seems to have no clear finishing point. I originally wanted this post to be about props and how the economy of shooting affected their use in my productions. I used to use a lot of props but now not so many because of the cost in time, space and money. It's really not a fun topic though when you can talk about props and damsels, more specifically why I use a certain prop with a particular damsel.

I worked with a girl for a while that had long legs, beautiful feet and slim-fingered hands. Without realizing it I started having her read books, go through drawers, hide keys in her shoes and try to get at things with her legs. Everything was showcasing her legs, feet and hands. Form was dictating function. The physical attributes that I liked in her drove my choice of props that she interacted with. Is it a coincidence that at the same time I was working with a woman with large, wonderfully shaped breasts. With her I'd tie her arms so her hands were useless. She'd knock over her purse with her bound beasts and try to dial phones with he nipples. I actually used an old phone that had large buttons just to make this possible. One model would have the use of her hands because I wanted to see them while the other would totally use the use of her hands because I wanted her to show her breasts as much as possible.

I started to realize that with each model I spoke with about shooting I'd spot some things that I liked about them for story and every prop became a way to showcase those attributes. My notes would say things like, "she drove up to the house slowly," but it would mean, "I will love the look of her hands on the steering wheel." They would say, "even with her arms completely useless she someone knocked the phone off of the mantel," but it would translate to, "I want to see her knocking things over with her breasts." In my mind somehow I was processing what I felt would look good on film from a visual element into prop support of physical elements. It wasn't about the props telling the story as much as the props showcasing the most appealing attributes of the models.

That's how you end up with a damsel in Tupperware. I knew Amaya was small and light, so my initial story idea focused on transport and carry. I would never write a story about stuffing someone into a trunk and dragging them around, but it was the first idea I had for her. She is cute and petite. The best way to show that is to stick her in a plastic tub.

Image courtesy of Agent A is MIA with Amaya Solace.

Now that is a hogtie!

Should I have used clean pantyhose?

I've often spoken of my respect for a gal that pushes herself for content. Angelique Kithos is the pinnacle of that work mantra. From the first shoot with her I was able to attempt things that I'd never consider with other people. I've been fortunate to come across several other people that fit this mold, but Angelique is still the the example I'd present to anyone.

She has been busy finishing up her second college degree, yes second, and hasn't been doing as much bondage during that time. We've done some nice sets including some latex bondage and a hemp rope hogtie that I'm very proud of. I kind of make this assumption though that when someone doesn't do something as much you need to put on the kid gloves and work them back up to the old standards. As the saying goes though I definitely make an ass out of myself with that assumption.

She wanted to do a set for me to fill some updates while she's on a shooting trip and she said she wanted a hogtie, she wanted a mouth-packing and she wanted it tight. I pull out a pair of pantyhose, some tape and some rope. She tells me to get more pantyhose and more rope. She then proceeds to say that she wants her back arched. This isn't my suggestion, she tell me. She wants her tits off the floor, her face totally packed with two pairs of pantyhose and a tape wrap so tight her face will sweat.

Who am I to argue? We do a full struggle sequence where I tie her up on camera. The ropes are tight and neat and dig in deeply. I cinch every rope and pull every knot tight. As more and more rope goes on I notice she's not slowing down. She's struggling like hell and if I'm not careful she'll put a high heel brand on me somewhere. I get to the gag and push in one pair of pantyhose and then the second. I'm wrapping her face with medical tape with both of them in there and wrapping it tightly.

The truly special point came when I put the hogtie in place. Girls make this grunting noise when you've pulled it far enough. If you pull it too far you get, "Unn Uhh, Unn Uh!!" She made no noise. She folded into an arch and I cinched the hogtie tight. There she lay on her stomach. Her face was filled with two pairs of queen-size pantyhose and her body is arched like crazy. She struggles like hell, rocking back and forth and arching her body to the sky. I don't know where she got the energy. I patiently film waiting for her to give the "done" sign. It never happens. I filmed the time I wanted and then we finished up the set.

I untied her so we could film her pulling all of that wadding out of her mouth. This is the point where a model says, "Did you get what you needed? Good, because that's not happening again any time soon." The camera stopped rolling and she says, "Next time we need to tighten up that arch. I can go way higher!" Holy crap!

Image courtesy of Packed Mouth and a Jacked Hogtie with Angelique Kithos.

Neat coils make for escape foils

When two arms become one!

Every so often I work with a model that really, and I mean really, tries to get loose. They shimmy and shake, wiggle and wriggle with all their might trying to loosen the ropes. Delicate fingers capped with shiny polish reach towards knots and pick at rope coils. They rub their faces against anything to get that gag out and if given the chance will roll everywhere to find something to help with release that would only come from the end of the set.

Anyone who has worked with me knows that I will tailor a restraint based on their requests. I will make adjustments, I will redo certain aspects and I will respect any limit. I will tie you up quickly and release you even faster. I'm a firm believer that if you can't get somebody out in the time it takes to cut them loose then you deserve to spend a lot of money on new rope. Anyone who has worked with me also knows that despite how flexible I am you will be restrained tightly, completely and with everything as taut as possible.

I had a model ask me once, "Jesus, why do you have to tie so tight?" I offered to loosen things up for her. She refused and said, "It's not a complaint, I just really want to know why everything is so damn tight." I really had to think about it after the shoot. Why did I tie so tight? Am I an ogre? Is it just visually appealing to me? After a couple days mulling over it I was putting together a clip sampler for a website interested in me helping them with content. Going back through my footage I realized I used to tie tight but much more modestly. The rope was snug and neat, but there was a lot less of it and it was much less strict.

I worked with a model about two dozen times during those early days who was for lack of a better term a character actress. She didn't do lines very well and couldn't handle complex direction. The way she handled that was to tell photographers she was a great struggler ... tie her up as tight as you want, and she would do her best to get free until you said, "cut." The first time I worked with her she actually got loose. I was shocked. I watched dumb-founded as one knot came loose, followed by her ankle ropes, followed by her going into a drawer, followed by her finding nothing but using the corner of the drawer to work loose the knot on her wrists, followed by her rubbing her elbow ropes on the mantle until they slid off. She had no concern for personal comfort. Her entire goal was to endure anything to keep struggling and get loose.

I realized at that point the reason I tie so tightly is that it's the only way a girl won't get loose. It was a simple matter of form following function. My goal was to show true restraint, and my tagline was heroines at their most helpless. That means nobody gets out until the shooting is finished. My footage showed a clear evolution from the time she showed me what happens when a damsel actually tries to get loose. Each time I worked with her she tried harder to get loose, and I made things more and more impossible for her to free herself.

She never got loose again, nobody has. The experience did show me though what a real damsel looked like, and it taught me that if someone really wants to get loose you really need to be strict to make sure they don't!

Is it too cold for you Stacie?

Everyone who reads anything I write knows that I have a goofy name for almost everything that happens during a shoot. I don't know why it happens, it just does. I'll joke about something at the time, the model and I will get a chuckle over it and then it becomes stuck in my brain. It's over at that point. Every time something similar happens the silly little word or phrase comes back into play. In this case it's "the turkey popped, she's done!"

I do a series where the damsel begs to be tied up instead of taken and dumped in the middle of nowhere or locked in a closet. She pleads with her captor that if she is tied up really tightly and with a lot of stuff she'll never get away. She explains that if you stuff her mouth, wrap it, tape it and cover her face she won't be able to call for help, she won't be able to get free. The captor is assured a getaway because her predicament guarantees  nobody will find her until the next morning, an exhausted, sweaty and still very much helpless robbery victim.

The thing about this series is that it relies on layering tape over rope. Poor Stacie up there has her elbows welded and her legs pinned with bands of thin cord three times wider than what I would normally use. The knots are protected from prying hands by tight wrappings of electrical tape crushing the rope into her delicate skin. Her mouth is filled with a huge ballgag, her face covered with a stocking and her head tightly wrapped with electrical tape.

She is not comfortable and not a happy camper at this point but her wonderful nipples pop out into full erection. Is she turned on? No, she's in agony. She knows she has at least 5-10 more minutes of this plight and is hoping that any second I'll say I've got my footage. Is she cold? No, she's roasting. We're shooting with over 2000 watts of halogen lights. The room is 90+ degrees. Those nips are popping out because she's a turkey, and she is done.

There is a point in any strict restraint where the damsels starts to sweat. The ropes are so tight that her skin is taught and her nerve endings are sensitive. As the tape started going on Stacie broke out into a light sweat. There was no relief from the rope or the tightness, so the only things her system could do was sweat. That's how you know it's tight, when the model sweats standing still. We finished the restraint, and her playful moans were gone. Every noise she made was a reaction to her restraint. She slid off the couch onto the rug and "pop." Her body told her she was ready to be untied and her built-in turkey thermometer popped out.

The nipples are a great way to know that your damsel is at her physical edge. They don't pop out to let you know she is in trouble, they pop out to let your know that at that moment she is not faking. She is not acting, she is not playing a role. She is gutting it out for your material.  Those erect nipples let you know that physically she is done but mentally she is pushing herself so that you get the footage that you need. When a restraint is super-tight there is a point where the only thing the body can do to alleviate the discomfort is rush blood to the skin. The nipples are no longer controlled by discomfort, temperature or your mental state. They perk up an perk up fast. When this happens you need to make a note for later. Shoot your footage, get her out quickly and thank her like you've never thanked a model. She just gave you 5-10 minutes of the most precious footage you can get, the time when a model becomes a real damsel in distress, the time when she can pull the plug and doesn't, the time when she is mentally stronger than she is physically, the time when she chooses your material over her comfort!

Image courtesy of Stuff My Mouth and Cinch Me Tight So I Can't Call the Cops with Stacie Snow.