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.

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.

Nyxon Learns How to Furrow Her Brow, the Jacked Hogtie Way

Strict bondage: Furrowing brows since 1978.

When you do strict bondage there is always a point where a scenario shifts from a model acting like a damsel to being a real damsel in distress. This in no way implies any danger to the model, only that the restraint is real as well as the predicament. A tight, immobilizing position is not comfortable, allow escape or is easy to endure. There are ways to make things less strenuous, but when everything is finally cinched up into a jacked position model's are not entirely playing a part. Their skin feels the bite of tight ropes digging in, and their muscles tire and ache from being stretched and compressed. Their jaws start to throb as they try to focus past the tickle in the back of their throat or the increasing amount of saliva they cannot swallow or get past a tape gag wrapped around their head five times. Their grunts and moans become real. The furrow on their brow results from the ropes and not any acting experience. The look of distress on their face is from knowing they are at their limit but still have more time to go. Seven to ten minutes is not a long time in most circumstances, but it is an absolute eternity while in strict bondage. They only want to lie there until it is over, but they know that struggling and struggling hard is the only avenue to release. They are uncomfortable and movement makes this worse, but it is the only way they can reach an end to the scene. That is the true predicament.

Image courtesy of That Sucked and You're an Asshole with Nyxon available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/9565387.

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!

Try Not to Move Too Much

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

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I Should Have Worn My Door Opening Heels!

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Why Did I Agree to a Tape Gag?

Um, crap, oh man that tape is going on tight!

Strict bondage tells two stories. The script that the actors play out tells the obvious story, but the tight rope and unforgiving gag write a story of their own.

The script is about a story that is make-believe. Star is engaged to a filthy rich man, but she is a filthy and naughty girl. She has a bad habit of being overly friendly with other men. She has the bad fortune that her indiscretions are found out. She will be rich in less than a week, but those photos will end her free ride before it even starts. She shows up at a hotel wearing only high heels and handcuffs herself. She is a priss with harsh words, but the rope he brought is harsher. Her applies more and more to her naked flesh, her helplessness growing with each loop of the thin cord. She complains the entire time, but he has a remedy for that. He forces dirty panties into her mouth, packing them in tightly. She feels the tape wrapping over her face again and again. She tries to push the panties out, but they will not budge. It is not long before she is stringently tied and balanced on a leather ottoman, her head pulled down to her ankles. He instructs her to fight the ropes and she does so despite the discomfort. She needs those photos back and no amount of humiliation or pain will ruin her dreams of luxury. He returns and places a tall and wobbly pedestal near her and to her horror lifts her up and places her on it. He tells her that she acts like a princess and princesses go on a pedestal. Escape is an option long gone, and it is no longer relevant. There is only enduring until she satisfies his perverted whims and gives her the photographs. Imagine her shock when he sets up a camera and begins filming. It seems he has other plans and tells her the ladies at the country club will have a field day knowing their new member is such a kinky little pervert. She has no choice now. She will bend to his will once a week or he will release both the video and photographs for all to see. This is her penance, and both the ropes and her selfishness force her to bow in reverence.

There is always a story behind the story with strict bondage though. There is a real girl dealing with real ropes. The cords cut deeply into her, and each minute they make her skin burn a little more. Her crossed ankles on the pedestal are digging into the wood, and they are starting to hurt. He tied her elbows, and her hands are starting to tingle from lack of circulation. He pulled her neck down to her ankles making everything twice as uncomfortable. It will be okay though, all she has to do is breath. Each deep breath helps the discomfort fade and disappear. All she has to do is breath and focus. Meditation becomes difficult though when fingers and panties start filling your mouth. The gag is the "oh shit" timer for a set. It signals the divide between when a model is confident with a position and when she switches into "holy crap I do not think I can hold this for 15 seconds let alone 15 minutes" mode. Star's eyes illustrate this exact moment. She plays the bitchy girl perfectly up until he gags her. Her derisive sneer morphs into wide eyes, a furrowed brow and a reddened face. The panties fill her mouth completely. She tries to work them out with her tongue but the tape is tighter than she expected. It digs into her face and forces the panties even deeper into her mouth than when they were first packed in. Her deep breaths are replaced with short ones. She is no longer fighting the ropes, she is fighting to make it a mere 30 seconds, and then 60 and then 90. She fights to breath, and all the discomfort of the ropes comes flooding back. Everything is twice as difficult as before. She tells herself to just breath. It will all be over soon she reminds herself, but time has slowed. The seconds tick by slower and slower, and all she knows is the discomfort of the ropes and the gag. Her tongue is tiring. She fights to hold the panties against the tape that wants to push them deeper into her mouth. Her saliva builds, soaking the panties and trying to run down her throat. Has it been 15 minutes yet? He is holding up five fingers. Oh shit, it has only been ten. She cannot feel her hands and is already lightly coughing. The wet panties are winning the battle in her packed mouth. The ropes have long defeated her. Five minutes is an eternity, but I can do it she tells herself. She bites into the panties, tenses her muscles and hopes with all her heart that he has scissors in his back pocket!

Image courtesy of Strict Bondage on Display with Star ... at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/6951227.

Angelique Babysits Bound and Panty-Gagged

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Gigi Lynn Smack Talks Herself Into Big Trouble

"Christ, I should have shut up when I saw the tape!"

 I can honestly say that I sometimes wing it. I admit it. I start tying a girl up, and I just do not know where it is going. Oh I have a plan. I always have a plan. "It goes like this Gigi, you play a bitchy blah blah, and I tie you up. You do not like it at all and ACTION!" Ropes fly, hands roam over goodies and tape starts wrapping around a face too beautiful to be covered in such a manner. Everything is going like clockwork. At some point though it becomes woefully apparent that the damsel is still way too energetic and feisty. How is she still wiggling so much hogtied like that, and did you just call me what I think you called me? No self-respecting captor would take that from their captive.

The producer part of my brain knows that the model is still capable of a higher level of restraint. Even worse the captor part of me knows that there is know way anyone shoots me that look over a gag! The tape comes out, and the hogtie gets a whole lot worse. We just loaded our damsel into the back of a truck that does not run on fossil fuels. It runs on welded arms, packed mouths and sweaty faces. It keeps going and does not stop until the wiggling and the name-calling settle down to an acceptable point.

The glare says "F*** You!", but the restraint says I don't care!

The problem though is that I never realized that Gigi has an inexhaustible supply of, "kiss my ass Mr. Abductor Man!" I have her jacked with rope and crushed with tape. Her cheeks would be exploding from the size of the panties in her mouth if not for how tightly I wrapped her face with tape, but she is still wriggling and calling me things that would make a sailor blush. As a producer I know that there is enough restraint for the scene. As a captor I know that she is still putting gas in the tank of a vehicle determined to drive down the road until she is fully compliant.

What do I do? Unfortunately for Gigi I felt that the lamp on top of a tiny and wobbly pedestal was a waste of furniture. Want to act like a bitchy princess Gigi? Want to be put on a pedestal. You've got it! I move it into frame, lift her up and balance her on her belly. Now we have a damsel. She is still wiggling, but there is not way she is going to risk going to the floor. She is still smack-talking but there is no way she is going to risk what comes next if she glares at me too much. The vehicle has stopped, and Gigi is dumped onto the corner of Totally Fucked and Going Nowhere Fast. Enjoy the visit Gigi!

Images courtesy of Hogtied Prissy Put on a Pedestal with Gigi Lynn.

Bondage Joyride for Angelique

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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!

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!