Organic Bondage ... Strict Bondage On-The-Fly

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Rope, tape, more tape and ... struggle!

Just take my money and leave already!

She could not believe her eyes. He had already spent a good twenty minutes tying her, taping her, groping her and wedging things into face that mother nature never intended to fit into a mouth, and he pulls out a roll of duct tape. Her wet and reddened eyes bulged over that tape wrapped tightly around her face. She tried as best she could to gurgle anything comprehensible past the three-inch orb of hard rubber jammed into her mouth. She would give almost anything just to be able to clearly say enough already, but she could not. He took her advice to heart. She was unable to communicate anything and very helpless. It appeared that is was about to get much worse. The rope was more than enough to keep her out of trouble. It efficiently welded her legs together and crushed her arms behind her back. She was not even able to stop him when he began fondling her breasts. She hated him for that, but she knew it would happen. Who wouldn't sample such perfect tits once the owner was completely helpless? She chastised him more for principle than anything else which earned her the ballgag. It was so huge he had to rock it back and forth to fit it past her teeth. Even without the strap pulled to the very last notch she would never have been able to dislodge it. He took it one step further when he wrapped tape around her face several times. He pulled every wrapping as tight as possible, and it squeezed her face like a vice. She felt it a bit extreme to start taping over every rope with electrical tape, but he made a good point about hiding the knots. He was after all only taking her advice, so she couldn't be too upset about his innovation. The breast bondage did piss her off a bit though. Wrapping her tits up so tightly had nothing to do with preventing her escape. He was just being a pervert she thought. That brings things to the now. He held the duct tape in front of her and then starting wrapping. The loud noise of tape coming loose from the roll echoed through the room, drowning out her fervent and muffled protests. He covered all of her other bonds before completely taping her arms into a duct-tape glove. He even taped her arms to her chest and waist. He was really taking this much too far, and she was thankful that she had nothing left to be tied or taped. Or so she thought. Imagine her surprise when the stocking slipped over her head. She begged him with wide eyes to stop, but he taped it in place anyway. The duct tape encircled her mouth, her eyes and even went around her chin and head. She was blind, mostly mute and very, very helpless. It was only then that he whispered in her ear he would to send help in three hours. Three hours! What the hell man?!? Then again it was her idea. She came up with the idea to be tied up. As she thrashed on the couch and slid down to the floor she recalled how he robbed her and then wanted to lock her in the closet. She hated the dark and begged him to tie her up. He did not like the idea, but she persisted. As she writhed on the floor she cursed his ingenuity. How was she to know he could make a girl so helpless. How was she to know he would use everything he could find to make her more and more helpless? She rolled on her side and then tried to roll to her stomach. Extreme discomfort shot through her breasts and she immediately rolled back onto her side. The pain in her arms and breasts forced her to stay on her side and not move. That bastard! He was more than a pervert, he was a mastermind. The breast bondage and arm bondage made sure she would stay right there on the floor. He had plenty of time to make his escape. He could max out her credit cards, pawn off all of her valuable and most likely even get out of the state before anyone found her. She was in for a long night for sure and even worse ... she really had to pee.

I sometimes forget that I don't have to use everything when I shoot, but I can't help myself sometimes. JJ has remarkable flexibility and endurance which gives me so much time to keep adding and adding more and more. If I had not gagged her so tightly she probably could have gone hours like that, but that is the challenge. My tasks is to get her to a state where that last five to seven minutes of video is a challenge. We accomplished that, but it took most of the rope, most of the tape and the biggest ballgag I own!

Image courtesy of Tie Me, Gag Me, Just Don't Put Me in a Dark Closet with JJ Plush.

Heeled, Hosed and Helpless

My Nose Starts Itching Now?!?

The poor girl did little more than lie on her side and grunt into her gag since she managed to roll over. The ropes were too tight, and the position was too restrictive. All she wanted was a few drinks and some relaxing fun at the hotel bar. He seemed nice enough but after several rounds he pulled the inevitable, "let's take this up to my room" routine. She gracefully excused herself to check on a "sick friend" and headed upstairs. He followed her into the elevator though and before she even realized what was happening he was shoving her into his hotel room. She tried to get away, but he physically outmatched her. His hands squeezed her breasts and slapped her ass as she writhed in his grasp. She gasped as the first ropes starting sinking tightly into her flesh. Each knot meant escape was that farther away. By the time her hands, feet, chest and ankles were tied she had only one shot at freedom, but he took that away by shoving a huge ball into her mouth and strapping it in place behind her neck. She began to drool immediately as he bared her huge breasts and began wrapping rope tightly around them. They ballooned and shifted shade to an angry red. She had never felt such discomfort, but he kept winding the rope until her tits were hard and sensitive balloons. She could hardly believe it when he wound rope around her elbows so tightly they touched. Her shoulder ached, but there was no escape from the helplessness and discomfort. He removed her gag, and she pleaded for mercy. He responded by shoving a huge pair of panties into her mouth and tightly taping them in place. It squeezed her head and pushed the panties deeply into her mouth. She had no time to reflect on gag's severity as he pushed her to the floor. He pulled her ankles to her chest forcing her to sharply arch. Her huge breasts barely touched the floor. She grunted from the strain as he cinched things off, but he was not finished with her. He pulled stocking over her head, taped it in place and used it to pull her head sharply back. He told her he was going back to the bar for a couple of shots of whiskey. She was alone. She could barely move but needed to relieve some of the pressure from her aching breasts. She mustered all the energy she had and starting rocking back and forth until she fell to her side. She was a motionless, panting, grunting and moaning bundle of flesh on the carpet, and all she could do was endure. The position was too secure. The ropes were too tight. She had no option but to wait. She shifted every so slightly in her bonds and groaned. All she had to do was wait.

Image courtesy of Bound to Serve His Every Wish with JJ Plush available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8350887.

A Girl, A Couch and a Jacked Restraint

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Piss in My Cheerios And I Draw

Could you pull that any tighter Mr. Abductor Sir?

I have to admit that I have been in a foul mood all day. I have tried to shake it, but I have been unsuccessful. I got some exercise, repeated "it is what it is" a hundred times and focused on as much positivity as I can. None of it has really worked. I woke up today feeling on top of the world. I had a very positive day yesterday and set some personal milestones. That success made for a great night's sleep and the beginning of a very nice day. That all changed because of an incident that I will not discuss. Suffice to say that sometimes people in a bad mood feel a need to make sure everyone feels their current pain. I am unfortunately someone who takes a bit longer to get over the shit storm.

I have avoided updating my blog because I just plain do not like negativity. I do not feel a need for it and find it makes anyone ugly. I do not want to expose myself to others in that way. I have no need or wish to piss and moan in front of others. I do want to write-up something though because I really enjoy updating more frequently! Since my day was shot by my inability to recover from being blind-sided I have decided that my blog today will focus on something that does nothing to further my career, my photography, my clips store or anything to do with my household. I do so because it makes me happy. Make me unhappy and the result is often I will do what I need to cheer myself up. The best way to keep me on track is to not piss in my Cheerios. I will just move on to that waist-of-time Cap'n Crunch.

When I am feeling down I like to draw. It is meditative and gets my beta waves going. I like to get into the zone and allow my brain to reset. There is no good or bad in drawing for me. The exercise itself is therapeutic. As such that is my focus for the rest of the night and for at least an hour each day for the rest of the week and weekend. I know if I can do that I will get back into my normal swing by the end of the weekend if not tomorrow. I guess that depends on how many people are waving their urine streams over my breakfast material :)

I have promised several people drawings that I am woefully behind on. I think it is time to correct that injustice. I owe Jewel Evans, Christina Carter and JJ Plush drawings. JJ has waited the longest, so I should get to her first. The anatomy of a drawing starts with reference when you do photo-realistic drawings. Someone once told me that is cheating. Reference material is quite frankly a staple of drawing. Have a favorite pin-up painting? I can find you the photos used as reference. The key to art when portraying realism is to work from realism. Hell even comic book artists use reference. Get over yourself naysayers.

Installment one of Piss in My Cheerios And I Draw starts with the reference photo. I took a photo of JJ Plush the first time we worked together. That was back when I still took photos and felt creative. I had not become a whore for a paycheck at the time and actually cared more about compelling images than money. Do not get me wrong. I still make every effort to produce quality material, but I have most certainly shifted from my old "show concern and learn" method to a "churn, burn and earn" method. Regardless I have always loved this photo. In coming days you will see the starting photo, how I rough up a sketch, convert that to a line art version, do basic colors and then a fully shaded final rendering. I may even add a part where the line art version is taken to a pencil sketch. We shall see :)

Until then I will give you an image of JJ that I like to start. The gal can take a serious gag. I can put on a serious gag. The result is always dynamite!

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.

JJ Tied the Right Way

Every so often I run across a word that I just don't like. It isn't a matter of it being critique, misinformed or just plain wrong. It's more a matter of it being pretentious, no a pretentiousness that hasn't been earned. In this case the word was "trite."

The context of its use kept coming up in a number of posts I'd been seeing from photographers saying they found bondage photography trite. I'll be the first to admit that it can be just that, but I really do not agree with labels against entire genres. Three times I saw this word used by three different people. One had a decent portfolio while the others displayed work obviously derivative of other photographers. Odd that they would call something trite when their work appeared to be mostly derivative and redundant. The individual with the decent portfolio had some great work but their front page had a sepia tone image of them with an old camera taking a picture of someone. Like I haven't seen that image 400 times. One word used three times, twice by people with hackneyed portfolios and once by an individual with the most over-used image in the history of modern photography. Trite.

The moral for me is that most things derive from an inspiration born from something else. That doesn't make it trite or less compelling if there is a vision and real work that goes into realizing that vision. I would add that one person's trite is another person's fresh. To label an entire genre as trite, right or wrong, shows ignorance of that genre. Artists that limit themselves in that way stunt themselves for art is about opening minds, not closing them.

That said, open your minds to the wonderful JJ Plush. I do a regular hogtie challenge and when she accepted she got the business. Over 350 feet of rope, a 3 inch ballgag, breast bondage and a really jacked hogtie will keep a girl out of trouble. She did manage to get her shoes off though. Check out JJ in Gag from Hell with a Hogtie to Match if any of that tickles your fancy!

Some gals will do anything to stay out of a closet

I started doing this series that was based on girls afraid of the dark or being claustrophobic who would do anything to not be locked in a closet. Add a burglar needing a clean get away and these gals would beg to be tied up and gagged rather than be shoved in a closet.

Things start out like a normal tie-em up until the burglar decides he wants to be extra sure and gets a bit frisky. Before you know it electrical tape is going over the rope and the ballgag gets a hefty wrapping of gauze or tape. All the while he's he's grabbing the goodies because, well, why the hell not! At this point the gal is going nowhere, and this in some intense crap! The first version I did of this was with Kendra James and it was sweet. The next attempt was with JJ Plush and talk about upping the ante. I'll let the picture speak for itself.

JJ got thin rope, electrical tape over the rope and her tits bared. When she complains she is gagged with a 3" ballgag and has tape wrapped over that completely around her head. I'm talking stretchy tape pulled to max tightness. Then he ties up her tits and fondles them, adds duct tape over her bonds for extra security and completely wraps her arms in duct tape before wrapping it around her chest and waist. A bit drunk with the control he now has he pulls a stocking over her head, wraps more duct tape around her gag, wraps it over her eyes and then wraps it around her chin and head to crunch everything in place.

JJ flips, flops, sweats and groans in obvious distress in a position that she absolutely loved. Check out JJ Plush in Tie Me Gag Me Just Don't Put Me in A Dark Closet and you won't be disappointed!

Angelique Kitos, JJ Plush, Kerri Taylor, Savannah Costello ... Oh My!

I am in the middle of a satisfying week. Why is that Ted you may ask? Hell, even if you didn't ask we're going to invent a fake person named, um, Bob. Again I say that I am in the middle of a satisfying week. "Why is that Ted?" asked Bob. Why thank you for asking Bob, I'll let you know!

The very lovely Ms. Kithos was having a conversation with the very lovely Stacie Snow and suggested she come by to shoot with me. Before you know it we've settled on a weekend in February and are almost done hammering out the details. For those of you that do not know, Stacie and I share the same birthday and get along like peas in a pod. The shoots are always fun and she never fails to deliver on the type of content that I do. If that's not enough, Ms. Kithos also set up a shoot for me with Kerri Taylor. Kerri is incredible to work with, and we have this odd working dynamic. I can get her into just about any bind without issue or without her needing pain-killers for the next week. It always brings a smile to my face getting a model into a predicament that others cannot seem to convince her to do!

On the equipment front, I tested out my new lighting and love it. The easiest way to light is to use shop lights. They're cheap and pump out a lot of light which is great for video. They also pump out a lot of heat and roast the model like a turkey! The new lights are cool lights (no pun intended); they generate next to no heat. That means the models will last longer in the ties, I won't sweat like a pig and I'll be doing less color corrections in the post-processing. On top of that, I finally did some test video with my main camera. Yes, a couple years ago I bought the first SLR digital camera that also shot HDV 1080 video. Holy crap does it shoot great video! We'll be putting that baby on a tripod for extra angles and footage in the future. Ms. Taylor will be the first to be filmed with it.

On the health front, not many people know that I severely sprained my ankle and had a minor sprain with the other ankle. The short version is for a week I couldn't walk. I had to cancel two shoots that broke my heart. Well, I can walk again, have no more bruising and the swelling is down enough to allow full mobility which means I'll be doing on-screen rigging by Friday.

Last but by far not least, I just finished the most successful online month of my very short career. My sales hit an all-time high, my C4S store has quadruple-digit hits each day, my website is almost up to the amount of hits where I will start updating it bi-weekly, I finished my store-front revamps (that almost killed me) and I released my first DVD video.

Since I've blathered on a lot today, I'll make the rest short and sweet:

Best of the Breast: Big Titters in Bondage is available at http://www.videos4sale.com/38048 if you happen to be a fan of Angelique Kitos, JJ Plush, Kerri Taylor or Savannah Costello. It features lots of drooling, breast bondage, crotch rubbing, groping, welded elbows, on-screen tying and pure hotness! It was shot in 1080 HDV and the quality is stellar!