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 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.