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.

Hannah's Lost Bondage Bet

Ten more minutes?!?!

How the hell was she going to get out of this? It had already been 20 minutes of struggling trussed up like a holiday goose, over an hour counting when that bastard start meticulously applying rope to her naked body. What kind of rope was this anyway? If felt like it had sand glued to it, like little saws were digging into her skin every time she moved. She could deal with it in general, but those ropes he pulled tightly into her crotch were becoming very difficult to deal with. There are just some things that you do not want prickly rope dragging back and forth against. She had precious few options though. The ropes held fast despite all of her efforts, and the numbness in her hands made her fingers useless. She was little more than a lump of glistening flesh and taught rope at this point. The ball from the harness gag was still deeply wedged into her mouth. It pried her jaws opening and the strain was cramping her jaw muscles. She could not even prevent drool from flowing freely down her face let alone form anything close to a coherent word. Her throat was hoarse as well. She tried periodically to attract attention to herself, but her noises became less and less noticeable. She doubted anyone in the next room could hear her at this point let alone someone passing by outside. The worst part was the blindfold. She had no idea where she was in the living room. The sensory deprivation made minutes seem like eternity. There were scissors and a cell phone only yards away, but she had no idea where they were. Even if she did she had no way of making her way to them. The only thing she could do was wiggle less and less as each minute passed. There was always a chance that her motion would loosen a knot or make a rope slip. Miracles happen right? She would arch or twist or kick her legs, and a flaw in this torturous restraint would surface. That minor flaw would be her chance to begin working her way to freedom. Just because the first 20 minutes had result in nothing did not mean that it could happen. Right, all of that active and fervent wriggling produced no results and her barest of motion now would make all the ropes unravel. She had lost. She had 40 more minutes to go, and she could do little more than rest on her side and wait for him to come back and collect his reward. All of her bragging about being able to escape anything meant nothing. Was he even still there? He had won the bet before the timer even started, and he probably just left his prize on the floor alone, helpless and waiting for collection an hour later. She had 40 minutes to go and no energy left. All she could do was curse herself for such bravado and contemplate agreeing to model for him free for the next five shoots. She had 40 minutes to wait and then 40 hours of free jacked bondage waiting for her. She was never going to make a bet ever again.

I started making my own natural fiber rope out of jute a while back. I try to rotate my hobbies to keep up interest and things that need physical dexterity are a form of meditation for me. I decided to try my hand at home-made rope-making, and I am very pleased with the results. As with anything new some poor girl becomes the test model for my new hobby. I had already used the rope on Angelique, and she described the rope as having "tiny knives" all over it. It was time for another "Hogtie from Hell" in the rotation, so Hannah received the full treatment. Fully nude there were no barriers between her skin and the scratchy rope. After hundreds of feet of prickly rope and a crotch rope pulled in tight she struggled non-stop. Every movement dragged against the rope, but she knew the rules. If she stopped moving I would add a minute every time until we reached an hour. Unfortunately for her I needed 20 minutes instead of my usual 7 for the challenge because of a custom request. Hannah was up to the task. She never stopped moving and thanks to a secure harness gag she never complained once ... at least not that I could make out through all that grunting and drool!

Image courtesy of Hannah's Hemp Hogtie Hell with Hannah Perez available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8395541.

Hemp Rope Hogtie for Angelique

Hemp, hogtie, helpless!

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

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

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

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

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

Tickle Tickle

I'll admit that I like this image because it has depth. I've always drawn comic book pages and as such shoot dramatic angles when it suits the mood. This one was nice because I'm in the background, Amaya is in the foreground and I'm reaching the entire depth. It just implies action to me even though it's a a screen shot.

As for the image, it is a tickling scene if you couldn't guess from the ham-fisted title. I've worked with a lot of ticklish gals, and I find it fun to shoot. I just tend to shoot things that a little grittier, so I don't get a chance to indulge myself that often. I find it more realistic that a captor would grope somebody than tickle them. The first time I worked with Amaya though she told me multiple times that the only time she drooled was when she was tickled. Oddly, she squirmed a lot but never drooled ... boo!

Because of my penchant for grittiness, I always pass on the tickling in favor of spanking and such. I really don't know how people feel about tickle fetish and wish I could get some feedback. If I knew it was popular or not, I'd love to do more of it. Until then this screen shot is from the only tickling clip I've done amazingly. It starts Amaya Solace and is called Tied and Tickled Tart. Yes, I like alliteration!

Don't Go Anywhere

I pulled out the big kitten eyes yesterday and suggested a tie-em-up. Angelique had an outfit on that just said to me that she should get grabbed and tied up. It wasn't like it was a vampy outfit or anything; she just looks hot in anything and it made me want to do an impromptu clips. Imagine my surprise when she told me that the big, pleading eyes worked and I should try it more often. After shooting the clip I plan on just that. It wasn't long before she was tied up on camera, had a vibrator jammed against her most protected areas and was hogtied to struggle, drool and, well, do things that vibrators help make happen. I'll have it up on the store soon.

A big thing off of my list was getting an iPod clips store up. It only has five of my best-selling clips so far, but I'll let you know that they look wonderful on my iPhone. It's great to have portable, um, entertainment! I plan on updating this store just as regularly as my regular store! I also want to thank everyone who has visited my regular C4S store and most importantly purchased clips. This has been my best month so far, and I'm encouraged enough to continue putting up content :)

I managed to shoot a custom with Angelique and will go into the editing phase soon. I keep mentioning customs, but this was one that was really fun to shoot. Nothing against anyone, but the communication aspect of shooting customs is the most difficult aspect. The customer always has a very real image in mind and my translating that image properly is a challenge. This last custom was a case of me and another person thinking in the same way ... we communicate visually and through storyboards I was able to nail it. I'm sure he'll be overwhelmed with the results. I'll put up a sneak peek of it as I get time to work on things.

Last but not least, my top-selling slip is still Angelique Kitos in Hogtie From Hell. Others are coming close, but she reigns supreme as the overall clip champion and the champion in total sales!