More Orgasms Than You Can Count on One Hand

The four extra orgasms are the icing on cake!

Going through my hard-drive is often like panning for gold. I sift down into things deeper and deeper and suddenly I see something glisten. Could it be? No, don't get your hopes up. Many things are shiny, and you've been fooled before. It is worth a closer look though, so lets double-click on that file. Holy shit! I forgot I even had this. I can't believe my naming scheme back then was so cryptic, no wonder I missed this for so long.

Such is the way with some of my releases. I capture everything I shoot. I archive everything I shoot. Sometimes though things get lost, misplaced, hidden beneath a crowd of bound and gagged women. I can overlook them for days, weeks, months and even years. They always have a way of percolating back up to the surface though. My brain interprets things just right one day to look at a file on my drive and look at it. It becomes immediately clear that I haven't done anything with it. Something I forgot I even shot becomes just as new to me as the day I filmed it. Three years hiding on my drive and now bursting forth with bondage awesomeness.

That happened with my most recent update. I was looking for a file and stumbled upon another. The name made no sense, but the size and extension told me that there was something on it worth looking at for a moment. I ran the file, it loaded up into my player and I see Angelique drooling all over herself and moaning like crazy as the first hitachi I ever owned pounded multiple orgasms out of her. She played the sassy damsel. I played the masked villain. She gets taken down, tied up and writhes in chair bondage with open legs that beg for a vibrator. First I let her drool all over herself. Then I grope the hell out of her. Finally she gets a vibrator tied tightly against her crotch buzzing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

How can something like this stay lost for so long? How can the world be so cruel to let something like this do little more than take up space on my H: drive? I don't know. I do know though that I'm ecstatic to have found the gem!

Image courtesy of Struggling Artist's Roped, Groped and Drooling Orgasm Hell with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10844389.

Nylon + Duct Tape + Angelique = Tasty Strict Bondage

Like smooth and shiny damsels? Try nylon encasement!

In my early days of shooting I learned a valuable lesson: get a model naked early and film that material as soon as possible. Is this because I like naked girls? No, although I love naked girls. Is this because I'm a huge pervert? No, although I am a huge pervert. Is this because I enjoy the idea of just meeting a model and having her stripped down and helpless on my carpet? I plead the fifth on that one.

Models today almost never bail on a shoot or even a position. There are so many people who will accept being made into a human pretzel, that will endure having their mouths stuffed to overflowing, that don't even blink an eye when the magic wand turns on and turns into an erotic jack-hammer that the field of competition is very level. This wasn't always the case. There was a time when I would send out 25 emails and hope for one model to accept my oh-so-strange offer of tying them up and filming it. Many of these girls had never experienced bondage and if they had it fell far short of the tightness I put them through. The number of shoots I had end early or even after the first set far outnumbered getting all the material I had pain-painstakingly planned for in the days before the shoot. Don't feel sorry for me. I knew full well that most girls could not or would not deal with the Ted Michaels experience. I took the risk willingly because compromise on strict bondage is like negotiation with a hand grenade. I have no interest in it and the result is something blowing up in my face.

The answer came out of pure economics. I learned that many models could not deal with my bondage. I knew I would not compromise on my restraint. I accepted that some would leave early. This is a good place to add that my rate included partial or full nudity. I was shooting a lot but getting no nude work from my collaborators. The answer was simple. Open the door, greet the model politely, explain the shoot and then tell her to put on the birthday suit. In those days this usually resulted in a little surprise because after all getting tied and gagged by a complete stranger but having him see you nude after knowing him five minutes was another. They always stopped worrying about the awkwardness though when the ropes started going on. Funny how your elbows touching for the first time totally takes your mind off of sitting naked in a strange man's living room.

The first time I worked with Angelique she wasn't shy about being nude. She was already an accomplished fine art model. It seemed natural to get her nude right away and then cover her with nylon and duct tape. I haven't done the position in a long time, but I called it the hogtie trainer then. Model's like to cheat on hogties by grabbing the ropes with their hands. The trainer taught them to endure a hogtie without their hands to take away any strain. Models will also dip their head down when tired prevent those wonderful face shots. The trainer holds their head high for everyone to see. Oddly I chose to blindfold Angelique because showing her gag works just as well. We really need to do this one again. I wonder if she will agree?

Image courtesy of Mummified and Vibed with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/3814980.

The Strict Hogtie Is Her Arch-Enemy

Bondage pilates requires frequent arching!

I remember my very first professional hogtie. I say professional only in the respect that it was with a model, it was a paid shoot and I was actively trying to generate bondage material. I had a series of shots that I wanted to capture, and I ran the model through all of them repeatedly until I was happy I had what I needed. I repeated this for each set until the last set, the hogtie. I always saved the hogtie for the last set. They tended to be super-tight, super-strenuous and for the bondage-uninitiated a real eye-opener.

I ran through each angle with precision invariably saying, "big arch." The model looked at me like I was from another world. She could barely move, and any movement that was possible resulted in levels of discomfort that prompted eye rolling, muffled sighs and the occasional raising of a middle finger. She arched meekly and plopped back down almost instantly. I told her that I needed longer to get my focus. She shot me a look that questioned my sanity, grunted, arched, held the position for a half second and plopped back down again. I lowered my camera, told her I knew it was hard and added that when the flashes went off she could relax. She looked at me wondering why I was not taking pictures having her trussed up like a holiday goose. She wriggled in discomfort, crinkled her forehead and flexed her hands. The wheels were turning, and she was questioning if her choice to model was the right one. I readied my camera. She arched, held it and began to tremble slightly while I got my focus. I said almost there in a supportive voice, and her forehead pinched into that lovely damsel expression. I pressed the shutter button. The flashes went off, she collapsed to the ground and groaned in relief. I told her that was great, and her eyes looked like she would be smiling if her face full of ballgag would allow it. I told two more. The look she gave me then was almost asking if I was joking, but she knew I was not. She arched twice more for shots, each time holding the position until her face shifted from "come on and take the damn picture" to "what the hell have I gotten myself into?" Imagine her surprise when she learned I had six more angles, and they all needed arching.



Image courtesy of Packed Mouth and a Jacked Hogtie with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10578825.

Every Hogtie Is Different from the Last But No Less Strict

Mental note: choose truth next time and not dare!

I tie restraints a little different each time, so it's always nice to go back and review earlier shoots. So much of tying a girl up for me happens on the fly. I know that I will do a hogtie, but I have no idea of the mechanics of the position ahead of time. It starts and then evolves into the final restraint based on spontaneous factors. I know A and I know Z, the hell with how I am going to get there. I have a damsel that can handle great restraint. I am a rigger that knows how to tie someone up. I trust that we will both get to a place that look spectacular.

I do restraint on the fly. I find that for me the fluid results is far better than a meticulously planned position. So many things happen during a restraint that throw off a rigid plan. I like to go with the flow. I know where I am starting and let the river take both of us. It will go to the right place if I trust in her ability to take restraint and my ability to apply restraint. As such my hogties are always a little different each time I do them. I need to secure some rope, so I add something. I have some rope left over, and I do a decorative coil or a wrap of some sort. I need her to arch more, and I add a cinch or two in a place that I haven't before. It's great for me to have a mental inventory of all these variations because at the time all my brain remembers is I hogtied a damsel.

The image above is a great example. I have hogtied Angelique more times than I can count. I have used nylon rope, cotton rope, jute rope, duct tape, electrical tape, stockings, white rope, red rope, black rope, brown rope and the list goes on. Every time the restraint is different. The river takes us both to the same destination of ultra-strict restraint, but that journey is different. This hogtie took some turns that changed the look. A rock appeared and we veered to the left. We hit some rapids and needed to paddle hard back to the right. Some small and not-so-small obstacles demanded we steer the raft where the river wanted, not where we planned. I glanced over and could not see my scissors when I wanted to cut away the pantyhose that would not fit in her mouth, so I just taped over the wad over her lips. It made for a great gag. I felt like her arm ropes would slip so I used decorative loops and cinches to hole them in place. The look was great. I needed a rope for the hogtie and was out, so I untied her knees to use that rope. The knee spread allowed for a much more severe arch in the hogtied. A dozen or more elements of that hogtie happened because we hit on-the-fly challenges and just went with the flow. The result was one of my favorite hogties!

Image courtesy of Packed Mouth and a Jacked Hogtie with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10578825.

Bondage Bluff Becomes Strict-Restraint Tell

Um, you can just wrap it instead of pulling it so tight!

Bondage shoots are like a poker game where the damsel has to deal with the hand the producer deals her and play it until the end. Folding is always a possibility, but most models only tap out under the most unpalatable circumstances. They play their cards, no matter how poor the hand, until the winner rakes in the pot. Of course the win for the model is release. Any number of bad cards find their way into a damsel's hand. Her arms might go numb up to the point of tingling and stay that way. She may shift just enough for the blood flow in her hands to return fully bringing "the fire." Her shoulders and jaw might ache, but she plays her hand like it is a winner. The viewer sees what she wants them to see. They see distress and sensual struggle. They hear moans and groans that could just as easily say, "let me go" as well as, "my panties are getting wet despite my shame!" The model shows the ultimate poker face, the face that the viewer needs to see to believe the scene.

One expects the model to bluff with the viewer. One does not however realize she also bluffs with the producer. She wants them to think she is made of iron. She needs them to feel confident that she can be bent but not broken. She assures them her mouth can accept almost anything to silence her for the audience. Most models though have not played poker with such high stakes before though. They know the basics and have enough skill to pass for the viewer, but they have not played a pot through with a really bad hand. Even worse they have no idea what to do with such a bad hand. Their bluff is betrayed by a tell, a subtle hint that they are not longer playing the hand. It is the hand that is playing them. Every damsel has their own tell. It is a reflex, an anomaly, an action that goes against the normal script they play out during a scene. It is subtle and easily missed but knowing the model it becomes glaring.

Angelique showed her tell on our first shoot. She talked about how she could handle any gag. She had been gagged with almost everything, had seen it all and was ready for anything. I strapped a ballgag into her mouth, a huge ballgag. She did what most damsels do and locked her molars into it, preventing it from going all the way into her mouth as I fastened the strap. I then crushed her elbows together. She was flexible even at that point in her bondage career but had never experienced the shoulder-wrenching sensation of having her elbows rubbing against each other. As she mentally tried to process this new feeling I took the strap on her ballgag and pulled it two notches tighter. She gasped. The huge red orb was now deeply locked into her mouth, and her jaws pried open. I was not done though. I took out Microfoam tape and began wrapping it around her face. I pulled each wrap as tightly as possible without snapping the tape before laying it over her mouth. The tape squeezed her face and pushed the ball in her mouth even deeper into her face.
Her tell was obvious at this point. A crease emerged between her eyebrows. Models hate that crease and avoid it at all costs. It is the kind of crease that millions of women try to remove by injecting Botox into their faces over and over. Once set in place, it is there forever. Angelique would never purposely use that expression. In the poker game that is a bondage shoot her bluff had become a tell. Her cards now laid bare she could only ride the hand out until the end hoping beyond hope that I would not raise and even worse, go all in!

Image courtesy of His Dreams Became Her Bondage Nightmare with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10177341.

Angelique is hogtied tight again!

What do you mean we can go a little tighter?

I have always cinched nylon rope as tight as possible. People might things that jute or cotton rope is the most brutal because it is thin and does not slip, but nylon is more brutal because it is more slippery. When something has more give I pull torque, tug and tie it as tightly as possible to lock everything in place. When I tie with all-natural materials things lock in place without much effort. There is not reason to tug them tighter. With nylon every little slip subconsciously compels me to pull and pull some more until I pull it to tension and all the slip disappears from the synthetic fibers. Tied strictly nylon is just as unyielding as natural fiber rope and because it has no give it is far more restrictive to a poor damsel.

Angelique dressed for a set in a shiny, black catsuit, and there could be no better contrast than shiny white rope. Jute would not show well on video and cotton rope looks dirty to me against black. No, it had to be nylon rope and shiny microfoam for the gag. She struggles against me as I tied her which forced ever rope to be pulled as tightly as possible. It wasn't long before the tightness sapped the struggle from her, and I was restraining her without resistance. I could pull every wrap of rope as snug as possible, cinching things down to an agonizing level of constriction. I let her struggle before the hogtie just to loosen her up. I prefer to hogtie a girl when she is limp from being tired. A damsel with tense up when I put on a hogtie, and this works against me. I can pull a tired damsel tighter, pulling that arch to higher and higher levels. Once she started to sweat I knew it was time and stepped in to finish the hogtie. I pulled her crossed ankles to her shoulders until she grunted. I then pulled some more until she started to arch. She groaned, but I pulled even more. I kept pulling until her wrists were under her ankles. Her chest was high off the floor as were her knees, and her struggles were not reduced to that of an obscene rocking bundle of helpless damsel. She began to sweat even more, to the point of it dropping off her face. She could not rest on her chest or with her legs. All the strain was on her back as she balanced on her hips using every muscle just to endure. I left her for six or seven minutes. Her facial expressions told me that she was truly struggling from the start, but she had little choice in the matter. As a bead of sweat fell from the tip of her nose I called it and stepped in to release her. Nylon rope is not a damsels friend. Of course it did not deter Angelique from letting me hogtie her again for the next set. She is funny that way.

Image courtesy of Brutal Backarch for the Bitchy Burglar with Angelique Kithos. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10512947.

Angelique Is Hogtied Beyond the Ability to Move

Why did I have to pick a hogtie?

I hadn't shot with Angelique in some time, and although I had dozens of ideas running through my head I told her I wanted to do a standard tie with some gag rotations. She frowned to find out I only planned to tie her wrists, ankles, knees and elbows. I told her the gags will be difficult, so I wanted to make sure the bondage was not overly taxing. Her response was to challenge me on my choice. "Why tie the hell out of all those other models and then make me look like a whimp?" I asked her what she preferred, and she said hogtie almost immediately.

I brought out the jute rope and put plenty on her legs, really cinching it tight and digging it in deeply. I think I pulled the crotch rope the tightest, disappearing inside her despite both panties and shiny tights underneath. Partially secured and with her hands cuffed behind it back I made her sit, time for the first gag. I knotted her hair out-of-the-way to help with a smooth taping which prompted her to call me a hair dresser. I dropped the small pair of panties in my hand and picked up a gigantic car washing sponge. She looked at like I was out of my mind saying that it would never fit. She had little idea of the capabilities of determination and tight wrappings of tape. I wadded to sponge into a size that would go into her mouth and slowly rocked it in as far as it would go. She was tense and fought the sponge keeping about 1/4 inch still outside of her mouth. I took black electrical tape and started slowly and tightly wrapping it around her head and over the sponge. With each wrapping her jaws tired a little more until finally all the sponge popped fully into her mouth. I kept wrapping until the black tape completely covered her lips.

Angelique was not happy at this point. Her face grew red with strain, and the muffled words, "Too big, it's too big!"seeped out through the massive wad of sponge and the tape over it. I began tying her chest. She was having a great deal of difficulty as the sponge created immense pressure on her jaws, but I let her endure it while I went about my business. Finally when her eyes began to tear up I relented and freed her from the gag. She said she would never call me a hair dresser again and sniffled. I finished framing her chest with stringent ropes and tied her ankles together. To her dismay I reached into my box and pulled out a large pair of panties and some microfoam tape. I told her to open wide, and she groaned as I stuffed her cheeks full and then forced the rest behind her teeth. I wrapped very tight strands of tape around her head until they covered her face.

With wide eyes and a red face she stared at me over the gag while I cut away her top exposing her breasts. I laced a thing jute cord through her chest ropes one one-by-one pulled them tightly trapping each breast in a tight cinch. They quickly turned almost as red as her face, and she was ready for the final challenge. I released her from the torment of her second gag and tied her arm and elbows behind her back. She was ready, and I made her slide to the floor where I pulled her into the corner. I took an even larger pair of panties and begin stuffing them into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes widened as I pushed and pushed until every inch of something made to cover a vagina fully filled her face. I wrapped clear electrical tape around her head until she was fully gagged. I then tied her wrists up to her side in a harsh chicken wing before rolling her to her belly. I cinched the hogtie so tightly that she arched without even trying. The ropes alone held her breasts off the ground and she groaned from the strain. I was not done though and finished by tying her hair knot back to her high heels.

I left her like this for over five minutes. She could not move. She could not roll over. She could do little more than arch a little and desperately try to survive her harsh gagging. She was completely helpless, but then again she asked for the position. I only wanted to do an easy tie-em-up, she wanted the hogtie. Then again though my definition of a hogtie differs greatly from what many models are thinking about when they suggest one!

Image courtesy of Hogtied Beyond the Ability to Move with Angelique Kithos. Video available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10453591.

Chairs Don't Have to be Vertical for Bondage Fun

I sometimes order with my damsel on the side

There is a certain allure to doing something safe, thinking nothing of it at the time and finding out later that it scared the crap out of the model. I think of a situation in terms of security and safety. I tied Angelique's wrists, ankles and knees tightly. I ropes her wrists and ankles to the chair thoroughly and tied her chest and elbows over the chair back. I welded her nicely to the piece of furniture and at no risk of falling. Even though I plugged her face with a huge ball and taped it in place tightly I could still make out the difference between her play-acting and her communications about comfort. I grabbed the chair by the back and seat firmly then slowly and carefully lowered her to the floor. It was slow, safe and, as I found out later, completely terrifying to Angelique.

Her perspective differed from mine greatly. She could barely move. Her elbows touched behind her back, and she was already losing feeling in her hands. The microfoam tape held not only the ball in her mouth but also a growing reservoir of saliva. Her vocalizations balanced making noise and keeping that pool of spit from hitting the back of her throat and causing a gag reflex. When I grabbed that chair the creaking noise that said "great video" to me said "holy shit this thing is going to fall apart!" She instinctively went to put her arms out to break her fall, but she could not. The restraint locked them to the chair. She couldn't even kick her legs out to help break her perceived fall. She shrieked automatically and felt her saliva hit the back of her throat. She started to cough and quickly fought back the tickle that could lead to gagging. The slow descent only prolonged her intense feeling that a rope or the chair would give way and send her crashing to the floor at any moment. My safely orchestrated move was a very intense experience for her indeed, and I had no clue that was the case.

I feel fortunate to have this footage. A part of this feeling is because this was the first video I ever shot with Angelique. This clip also highlights just what a perfect damsel Angelique is on film. She combines being feisty with helpless in a way I have never experienced. She can go from bitchy to whiny to wide-eyed and moaning in the blink of an eye. She is a rare case of loving a challenge but hating being restrained so tightly. There is no better damsel than someone who can loathe you while you tie her up, be genuinely concerned about what comes next while she is struggling and then tell you how awesome the challenge was while she questions you about what the next one might be. It brings out my creative side in the best way possible. Most importantly I am fortunate because this shoot is when I started falling in love with her. I could tell then I was off-balance, and I have been lucky to have her keeping me on my toes ever since. I have footage of the time I started to fall for the love of my life, and to me that is a very special thing indeed.

Image courtesy of His Dreams Turned into Her Bondage Nightmare with Angelique Kithos available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10177341.

All-Natural Hand-Crafted Jute Rope for Sale

Dammit!!! These ropes don't slip!

I have been shooting for a long time now using my own hand-crafted rope. I find it gives me more flexibility than store-bought hemp rope. It is just far more workable and allows for a great natural fiber look with so much less hassle. I now make this rope available for purchase by anyone. The link below provides full details, but I will go over some of the highlights afterwards.

All-natural, hand-crafted Jute Rope

In the image Angelique models what I call Rope Pack #2 which contains 300 feet of 3-ply/4mm rope. I have three rope packs of varying lengths, and all rope is available in nine colors including natural tan. Natural tan and dark brown are the most popular colors. I use a rope-making process I developed myself that gives a tension on the rope that I prefer both for look, feel and consistency in images. Buying a rope pack is as easy as clicking one button, but I can also deliver custom orders that differ from the standard.

If you are in the market for a quality, hand-crafted product, or have any questions,  please contact me!

Can I Go Now? I'm Done Stealing ... Honest!

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Angelique Babysits Bound and Panty-Gagged

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Custom Clarifications

Long legs!

I want to say up front that I love customs and shooting them. They often divulge from my normal material and provide and interesting break from that material as well as an interesting challenge. They also allow me to contact and work with models that I would normally not work with or not work with as often as the customs allow me to.

I do find though that anything not clear in the minds of people is far too open to interpretation and miscommunication. As such I find it helpful to publish more meaningful guidelines for custom videos to allow better communication and faster delivery of requested custom videos. I present these to help any interested understand the process better. I will say up front that if I seem grumpy or accusatory in any part it is not my intent. It is a first draft as an a decades-long manager my communication has a tendency to sound like a marching order if I am not careful!

I will say up front that the email responses that both Angelique Kithos and I receive highlight attention to detail, adherence to script, quality of video, attention to post-editing, attention to sound editing and an overall higher quality than expected. We spend more time preparing and editing than is required and that results in a better product. I get knocked for delivery times and the below is an effort to improve that.

 General Guidelines

1. If interested in ordering a custom video or if you have questions about the process please email me at tedmichaelsdsamsels@gmail.com with the header of "Custom Inquiry". This helps with two things. I have a special email folder your email with automatically be sent to. It also reduces the chance that an email will end up in my spam folder. I check my customs folder multiple times a day but my spam folder only once every two weeks. I am too busy to check my spam folder daily or even weekly. If you tweet me I will just tell you to email me.
2. Avoid all caps in your header. It will result in your inquiry going to my spam folder and can result in up to two weeks before I respond to you.
3. After receiving your email I will thank you, try to answer any questions you may have and ask follow-up questions. Details about duration of the video, number of models desired, specific content, number of restraints, number of locations/scenes and the intricacy of any story plot are highly helpful during the first email.
4. I try to work within budgets, but I do not respond to insulting offers. Models cost on average $100/hour. Asking me to shoot a custom that requires two hours and giving me a budget of $25 is not going to work and is a waste of everyone's time. If you cannot afford it, you cannot have it. Customs are a luxury item. If you cannot devote $100 for a video or $75 for a photo set at a minimum please do not contact me.
5. If you request a specific model and she is not available or available in a timely manner I will ask if you wish for me to follow-up with secondary candidates. Please do not waste my time on this. I frequently get this request and then a pass. The time I take to follow-up is money and pulls me from other things.
6. If you require a specific model other than Angelique Kithos or Hannah Perez a minium of a 30-minute minimum custom is required.
7. Special requests are the responsibility of the requester. Torn clothing is an extra cost. Props that I do not already own are an extra cost. A special color of tape that I do not have is an extra cost. All materials for a mummification are an extra cost. External shooting locations that require driving time are an extra cost.
8. A custom gives you rights to view for personal use but not sell or redistribute in any manner. Models do not like giving their personal information on releases to people they do not know or have never communicated with. I do not like seeing material I own the copyright to being pirated. If you wish to own the material this will need to be discussed with the model and will involved much higher pricing than normal rates.
9. I reserve the right to use any material created for my website and stores. That is built into my pricing. Customs that utilize elements (fake blood, fake beatings, fake bodily fluids) that I cannot use on my store or website will involve an extra cost.
10. I reserved the right to delay delivery of a custom if special edits are necessary to make the model look her best. I am working currently on a custom where the model has a nasty blemish that I am removing in post-edit. It is taking time, but I will not risk release of this material as screenshots that a custom requestor might release violate my model release stating that material will not be released that diverges from the images she already publishes on her portfolios.
11. I reserve the right to be sick, have a family and have primary employment opportunities. If delays on my part become too lengthy I will discuss pricing discounts on future customs.
12. Customs requiring multiple models mean that any model after the first are at my discretion to choose. Coordinating schedules and pricing becomes too difficult after that. I will do my best to include everyone you desire, but I will be very honest as to the costs that this will incur for you (flights, lodging, day rates).
13. If I indicate that a model is uncomfortable with an element please do not ask if she will change her mind. My personal shooting guideline is that when a model says , "No" then I will not bring it up again. I will not violate my personal rules of integrity for a custom.
14. I do not have a "harem" of women sitting idly by waiting for requests orders. Please understand that it can take weeks, even months to get my shooting needs into their schedules. If you cannot wait at least three months and demand a specific model you will have a high chance of getting impatient and wanting to move on after sucking up a lot of my time.

Pricing/Durations Guidelines

1. Customs require a minimum of ten minutes. I you desire a six-minute custom the pricing will be identical to a ten-minute custom.
2. Pricing for strict bondage is $100 for each 10-minute block. Special pricing is available for customs for 60 or more minutes. I will negotiate on price, so please do not hesitate to inform me of your desired budget.
3. Certain elements can effect price. S&M elements, erotic elements, messy elements and anything requiring lengthier wardrobe and make-up adjustments can incur extra costs.
4. Pricing includes finalizing a shoot with model(s), filming, editing and full post-processing. I shoot on high-end equipment with quality lighting. I do not produce dark and grainy customs with muddled sound. I guarantee to spend more time polishing the final product than the actual shoot time.
5. Please refrain from constant emails after I shoot a custom. I you have not heard from me for a week, please feel free to ask for an update. I do not have time for a hundred emails each day asking for a status update as that takes the better part of a day to handle, time that should be spent filming and editing.
6. Any request that requires more than ten emails will require a non-refundable $50 deposit. An request that has exceeded an hour of my time will require a non-refundable $50 deposit. I simply do not have the time to engage in lengthy conversations that may not result in a customs (and many inquiries do not result in a custom). My time is money. The best way to avoid this is to be clear and present as much information as possible up front.This deposit will go towards payment for the final custom and is not an additional cost. If you back out of the custom later, you will lose this deposit.
7. Non-bondage, non-erotic customs have different pricing structures. Please do not hesitate to inquire in your initial email.

Other Thoughts

1. Please keep all emails in the original email chain. Starting new email chains, posting to me on Twitter/Facebook or contacting me at other emails makes it very difficulty for me to keep everything straight. This results in delays and possible errors in the custom.
2. Be nice, be professional!

I know this will change, but I kind of wanted to get a first draft out there. I will have a new custom page up at my website soon, and it helps to get something out there for people to start emailing me and going, "what the hell Ted, this makes no sense" or "thank you, that cleared up a lot of questions."

Image courtesy of  She Begged the Burglar for Tight Ropes Then He Took All He Wanted with Angelique Kithos available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/6562651

A Question for My Fans

Thin jute cord makes for very still damsels!

I put up a poll concerning a possible pay site of my material. Please look for it to the right if that interests you.

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I did an update with Angelique showing her very stringently tied in homemade jute core, and a fan requested another look at the restraint. Here you go JT!

I had a great time making the rope. I love to do anything creative and making rope myself not only fits that bill but is a natural progression for my rigging. A great way to keep a girl still is to cinch her in hundreds of feet of thin rope that feels like sandpaper on your skin. It had a great look for video. It has nice elasticity for rigging. It is just thin and uncomfortable enough to make a damsel think twice before she does too much rolling around. Much to Angelique's dismay she has seen a couple new ideas that I wrote up featuring that rope, some perfectly awful predicaments and her very soft and very bare skin!

The rope is much like many things with my work. I like to try to new things and a chance to make something creative always intrigues me. The one thing I have consistently avoided though is a pay site. I dabbled with this a decade ago and never got things off the ground. There really is no reason other than I have always dedicated my time to other things. I have had hosting offers. I have mocked up ideas. I have had people offer to do it for me. I have dabbled with little tests here and there over the years. I have done everything but an actual site, and I think more strongly each day the time has come for that to change.

I know that I have the best fans out there, and all of you get more of a vote than me. The best way to convince me to put up a formal site is to let me know. I have put up a poll. If the response if favorable enough I will devote the time to starting and consistently updating a site.

Put Your Best Foot Forward, Both of You

It often surprises me just how much detail I can remember about something that happened years ago when it involves bondage. I can remember the first time I tied someone up, the first bondage image that really stoked my fire and my first bondage shoot, all with vivid detail. You are full of it Ted. Who said that? Me, you are full of it. Really? I have a heckler in my blog?!? I was unaware that they had started seating anyone yet. I see we have a doubter in the gallery. Read on Mr. Doubting Thomas.

The first time I tied someone up was my next-door neighbor Luann. I was eight, and she was in high school. It was the summer, and she often sunbathed in grass where our two lawns met. She had a purple bikini that really did something for me, even at the age of eight. I lived in a small town, and she babysat for the parents on our street. She most likely babysat for other streets as well, but an eight-year-old is not privy to those details. She watched my Sister and I one night. As she sat there wearing blue jeans, a white and blue floral top and her clogs (it was the 70s after all) we somehow convinced her to play cops and robbers. We wrapped yarn around her ankles and her wrists in front and then kept asking her where she kept her money. Eventually she slid over to the next cushion on the couch and told us to look underneath it. We had stashed a bunch of monopoly money under it, took it and escaped upstairs. I would love to say we left her like that for hours, but we let her go right after that.

The first bondage image that stoked my fire was a water-color by John Willie. The image was off a girl in a white blouse and black skirt strapped to short post with thin straps. Her breasts were exposed, and a woman stood behind her ready to beat her. It was an add The Adventures of Sweet Gwendoline in Penthouse. A friend of mind had "borrowed" some of the magazines from his Father's stash and we were going through them. I tore out the advertisement and kept it for years until it was lost in a move. In high school I actually bought the book and still own the first edition as well as a later print with added content.

My first bondage shoot was in Atlanta with a model named Faith. We shot at a photographer's studio. I remember the lawn being heavily overgrown with old toys mostly obscured in the grass. I thought to myself, "This is where I die!" I could not have been more wrong. The photographer was a great guy and gave me some awesome tips. Faith wore a brown print dress and white heels for the first set. We did a lot of ass up shots before moving on to bra and panty sets in black heels. I kept thinking it unbelievable that anyone would let you tie them up and take pictures. It was a six-hour drive there for a three-hour shoot and then a six-hour drive back. That was back before I started hating driving!

The image above was from my first dual-girl shoot in my current place. Angelique offered to do a two-girl set with Kerri Taylor. I am always a little stricter with Angelique, so she got a big ballgag and her breasts exposed. They both had their elbows welded which back then was more of a challenge for Angelique. These days she can touch her elbows on her own. Back then it took more persuasion and prompted more glares from her. The poor girls spent the entire time tied together. They both commented that I crunched their elbows together which was never seen with their backs to the door. I told them the fans know which got some eye rolling. At the time Angelique hated drooling, and the gag was so big that she could not not hold the drool in her mouth. I remember trying and the massive well of spit pouring forth. She went, "Ewwwww!" as the stream of saliva streamed over her breast. Kerri drooled just as much because I cinched her bit gag so tightly. Angelique kept shaking her head causing the drool to lace over her breasts while Kerri just let it keep flowing in one long strand that went from her lower lip down to her thigh. They both struggled in earnest but were very careful to not cross the streams. I guess models consider drooling on your shoot partner gauche!

Image courtesy of They Wore Tight Skirts And Rope That Hurts with Angelique Kithos and Kerri Taylor!

Angelique Gets a Time Out

Lady in Waiting

I am not sure why but my diabolical schemes always seem to go far worse for Angelique than for anyone else. I honestly do not plan things that way, I really do not. She just has this way of putting me into my full Dom mentality. She is wonderfully bratty and defiant which stimulates the part of my brain that goes, "Oh girl, you did not just do that!" That invariably leads to some sort of punishment that nobody else brings upon themselves. Yes I said brings upon themselves. Yes I said punishment.

I had a fun little idea of hanging a rubber mallet from her crotch rope so that as she struggled it would bump into her vagina. She got it loose and knocked it to the floor with her patented and muffled, "Ha ha!" That is her way of saying suck it while tied up. She has every right to do that. A real damsel would not put up with a rubber mallet knocking against their groin. The problem becomes that a real captor would not put up with a damsel laughing at them. That puts me in the awkward position of making sure on film she does not get away with such behavior.

She had it fairly easy sitting on a comfy chair while I assembled the platform dolly. Her legs were rested, and she had a rubber mallet to keep her company. That was not good enough for our little comedian though, so she got a time out. Angelique was forced to stand precariously on her five-inch high heels. She knew the drill. Regardless of balance or the annoyance she stared at the fuse box and remained as quiet and motionless as possible. I often do not realize just how tight I have made the crotch rope until after a shoot, but I do realize they make it very uncomfortable to stand still. That thing rope grinding her panties into a very sensitive area and chaffing between her butt cheeks.

She is a fidgety girl to begin with, and standing still with your arms aching and your poor vagina throbbing is torturous. She knew better though. Her little escapade earlier was good fun but now she was standing in front of a chair. All I had to do was sit in that chair and lift up her skirt. She knew it. Years with me taught her that she was one slip away from an ass smacking that she would not enjoy at all, and she did not want that. The wiggling stopped, the laughing ceased and she stood silently and as motionless as possible staring straight ahead. Long minutes passed as I assembled her next test. Her time out stretched further and further, and she did her best to follow orders ... for once. Of course what more can a gal do when her ass is literally on the line!

Image courtesy of Dolly Ride for Angelique Followed By the Hogtie Platform with Angelique Kithos.

Angelique Plays Hide the Pink Panties

I Can't Hear You, There Are Panties in Your Mouth!

I somehow managed to update my blog two days in a row. The inconceivable has become more than an improbable child and matured into the most probable adult. If that last sentence made sense to you I want some of what you are having! How does it feel to double your record of one post in a row you may ask. You probably are not asking that though, so I will. Ted, how does it feel to do that thing you just said in the other sentence? It honestly feels better than I expected. Of course that brings up the question that some of you might ask. Ted, why are you referring to yourself in the third person? Damn, you have me on that one. That was a classic narcissist move on my part, and I must apologize for it. Third person when it comes to describing the self is reserved for people with only one name, titles like "Lady" or anyone with over a billion dollars. Since I am a man of modest means, have two first names and think Lady Ted sounds stupid I will stick to the first person for the rest of this post.

Where was I? Oh yes, I managed to update my blog two days in a row. The inconceivable has become ... um, that sound familiar. Goddam cut and paste always gets me. Where is that new stuff I wanted to type up. One second, just bear with me ...

Aha! Here we go! I just shot a clip with Angelique the other day that strongly reminded me of why I love her so much. It started with a recent purchase from a lingerie store. She paid for everything herself but mentioned several times how she should not be spending money on lingerie. No you should not you bad girl. That was very irresponsible of you to spend your own money on something you could afford but pretend that you could not. A girl could get herself into some hot water for that kind of thing. Hmm, a guy might start to think someone was goading him into thinking a certain girl needed punishment. If that was not enough she started to parade around in one of the outfits and high heels. She knows full well that I mentioned doing more work with lingerie and high heels. This is more than mere coincidence! Combined with her earlier claim of financially irresponsibility a clear message was forming in my simple brain. The last clue to our little mystery came as our delectable damsel in the making brought up all the rope I made recently. "I thought you said it got softer the more you used it. It seems rude to use it on other models all rough and scratchy," she said.

Oh, it is on now little girl. Little girl? That is an odd thing to say since Angelique makes me look like I hoard pots of gold at the ends of rainbows, but I digress. It is on! Ten minutes later Angelique sat on the floor with 250 feet of handmade, 3mm jute cord digging into her soft and supple flesh. It was a sight to see. She made a comment about a hogtie seeming like a better choice which reminded me of something important when it comes to Angelique. She has far fewer suggestions on restraints when she is quiet. I stuffed a pair of extra-large, full-bottomed panties into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged even after the clear tape tightly secured them in place. Her skin jutted out over the tight tape, and she got her hogtie. I cinched her tightly enough so that her breasts were off the floor and watched her struggle. She can always convince me to tie her up, but she never knows what I am going to do after she gets her way. All she could do at this point was enjoy her victory by struggling and waiting. She still had 30 minutes of hogtie to go through before I showed her my own plans for the evening!

Image courtesy of Every Movement Was Agony with Angelique Kithos.

Bondage Joyride for Angelique

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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.

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 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.