I Can't Be Found, Not Like This

At least he left my panties on me!

She struggled against the tight ropes, but her attempts grew increasingly feeble. The position and strictness of her bonds drained her energy quickly leaving her dangling from her wrists and whining into her gag. All she would have to do is scream when the doorbell rang, but there would be no rescue at this time of night. It was already far too late for visitors or packages or cherub-faced girls selling cookies. She was not even sure she wanted to be found this way. It was not enough to bind her so securely and uncomfortably. He had to cut off her expensive dress as well. She dangled there practically naked, her body beaded with perspiration and drool flowing from her gagged mouth. If only she could reach a knot, just one knot, but he made sure none were near her hands. Her fingers were useless anyway. They had gone numb ten minutes ago. Her struggles exhausted her, and she focused her remaining strength on not falling over. She feared dislocating her shoulders if she fell. The ropes crushing her shoulders together pulled her shoulders back so sharpy. Kerri did not even know that was physically possible, but she hung there a very pained and helpless proof of her own physical flexibility. She heard him upstairs again rummaging through her things. Panic suddenly overtook her. What if he wanted more than her valuables? She hung there ready and on display, and the only thing between her and his advances were a very skimpy pair of panties. He came downstairs with a pillowcase full of her things over his shoulder. She looked at him wide-eyed over her shoulder as he put down the sack and moved in behind her. Slowly he pulled down her panties as she cried into her gag. He slid them off of her ass, down her thighs and left them hanging off the ropes at her knees. Adrenaline overtook her exhaustion, and she thrashed in her bonds despite the pain. Then he laughed and smacked her hard on the ass. "What kind of creep do you think I am?" he asked. He told her that he would call the police to free her in an hour, and he wanted to make sure the boys at the precinct got a good show. Then he left after whispering something into her ear that haunted her for years to come. Then he left her to wait, pained, tired and knowing full well that in an hour she would become the most traded evidence photo in the history of the precinct.

A fun storyline for me focuses on the shame that a damsel feels at the thought of rescue. The bondage is brutal, and they naturally want release. The cost of freedom though is discovery in a very shameful state. The villain stripped ur heroine naked and left her contorted into an exposed position. The contrast of a need for release against the fearful anticipation of being found in such a state is a true mental predicament.

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!

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.

30,000 and counting!

Kerri wears a lot of duct tape

First I want to thank everyone who visits this blog for bringing it to over 30,000 views! I remember when I first started and didn't even have 3 views. I was overjoyed seeing it get over 100. Over 30,000 is just incredible, and it wouldn't be possible without so many lovers of strict bondage!

I recently put together another compilation clip. I like to do these from time-to-time. I find that a lot of people new to my store like the sampler aspect they bring. I also see that people who bought the full clips will still buy the compilations with shorter, all-action versions. I think the latter are like me in a certain respect. I love seeing five beautiful ladies totally helpless and squirming all in one video. There's just something about 25 minutes where you have five of the hottest ladies around around jacked into complete helplessness and groaning through some thorough gags.

I decided to put in Kerri Taylor for this compilation because I love the position I did with her. Kerri is very expressive and easy to play off of because she acts so put out by her captor. I told her about my, "please tie me up" series and her comment was that tape bondage is lame because once you wiggle around a little it starts to slide off. She told me about one tape restraint where she got out in a couple of minutes. She moisturizes a lot which is the enemy of tape. I tried to explain to her that this was going to be different, but she laughed and said, "sure." I mean really? She had worked with me a half dozen times, she should know it's not going to just slide off.

I think her first clue that the tape wouldn't just slide off was all the cotton rope I tied her up with. 250 feet of cotton rope is a full restraint in itself, and it would make sure no tape would slide around. The electrical tape came next, covering every inch of rope. She wouldn't be getting to any knots and that stuff was not sliding anywhere. That rope was crushed into her skin by the time I covered everything with duct tape and used it to add a full arm sleeve taped to her chest and waist. She wasn't really happy at the extent I was going to to prove that tape can be a great restraint. We fixed that with a stocking over her head, a bit-gag and a duct tape blindfold. Kerri had worked with me before and knew the way you admit defeat with me is struggle like hell until you can't go on anymore. Her white flag was uncomfortable wriggling, arms slowly going numb and a nylon-covered face slowly wetting with her own drool!

Image courtesy of The Burglar Ensured His Getaway By Making Sure I Couldn't Get Away with Kerri Taylor.

New twists on old favorites

The first four or so years I shot I did what a lot of people do when they shoot bondage. I had my favorite positions and relied on the models, clothing and settings to provide variety. Everyone got the same four or so stock positions with something unique thrown in for flavor. And EVERYONE got a hogtie. That gets a little boring as a rigger, so I started experimenting and that continues to this day.

Symmetry has always been in my nature. I wrote recently about loving elbows that touch because of the look. I was referring in part to the symmetry. Going against that was very out of my nature but when you challenge yourself artistically that's when you often get the best results. I started experimenting with asymmetry. Wow did I love the results. Bondage is about drama and a nice, tight tie can certainly bring that, but the angles of an asymmetrical tie do the trick nicely when done correctly. Since then everyone has been getting a mix and every shoot is an experiment in what I can do with lines.

I've been doing my "hogtie hell" series with a number of models, and Kerri Taylor was no exception. She's done it twice in fact. The first one was a sweet asymmetrical hogtie that was far more taxing than the tightest hogtie. It cinched her in 3-dimensions and pushed her flexibility to the max. Her exact words afterward were, "I'm going to hate you for about ten minutes so just leave me alone. After that we can be friends again." That only lasted about a minute, but it's a great way to let you know that it wasn't an easy hogtie. Kerri Taylor in Hogtie and Strappado from Hell was a fun one!

All Tied Elbows Are Not Equal

I know that everyone has a liking for different ties, and I myself like a large variety of restraints. I don't mind if someone's elbows don't touch as long as it looks tight. You can see when someone has them back there as much as they'll go, the shoulder shape and the slight color change always give things away. I do have to admit though that I find nothing cooler than when elbows touch. From an artistic standpoint there is a symmetry that is visually appealing. From a rat bastard point of view there is just utter helplessness there. When the elbows are tied touching you lose so much mobility. You can't twist your arms, bending is severely limited and the hands can only do so much. Love it!

All elbows are not equal though even when they do touch. Some people have great flexibly which allows their elbows to touch. Every so often you run into someone who's elbows just plain touch and by this I mean no tugging, no cinching of the rope or any external force is necessary. What does a rigger do in this case. You crush them of course. I'm not talking pain or damage or being an irresponsible ass. I'm talking about arms so close together there are no gaps and no spacing; skin touches skins from wrist to elbow. Holy crap it's a nice thing to work with I'll tell you.

I had the pleasure of working with Victoria Ashely on a video I called Date With Welded Elbows now up on my store. I plan on putting up several screen shots at www.tedmichaels.com very soon! The first shoot almost didn't happen because she got lost, but I drove out to lead her to the shoot when she got twisted around. I told her to put her arms behind her back when the first set was going and to my amazement they just touched. No ropes, no help from me ... just two unbound arms side by side. I couldn't believe it.

We did two shoots over the next two weeks and those elbows were welded 90% of the time!

Suckin' hind wind

If you're not from my part of the country the title probably doesn't mean much too you. If you are then you know it means being way behind in the race, the race today being my task list. I've gotten a lot done but nothing from my primary list. I guess I should be happy finding a spun aluminum pole with no wobble for the post-tie rig and coming up with a no-marring fastening system that relies about 3 bucks in hardware. I had hoped to be working on some RM versions of clips based on a request from a frequent customer (why RM I don't know, the quality is such bleh). The customer is always right thought, so he'll get his wish.

I'm also way behind for my clips for today, but I did get some work done on my first video release. I don't have a name, but it focuses on 3 gals with ample breasts, so don't be surprised if it has "Busty" somewhere in the title. The first gal will be Kerri Taylor who I work with often and appears multiple times on my clip store. Her work on Chesty and Chairtied is the update today which will also appear in all it's 1080p, hi-res glory on the first video over at C4S when it's ready. I'm thinking of adding a bosomy blond and the wonderful JJ Plush as well. Time will tell!

Before that though it's back to the pole tie rig for the custom shoot where Angelique Kitos will appear as a plucky and yet unlucky heroine that gets caught snooping, tightly tied to a vertical pole and made to suffer the indignation of a big vibrator welded to her sensitive areas. After that, I'll work on some classic material of Maria Shadoes being abducted, man-handled, put in one hell of a hogtie and then hung from a hotel door like a side of beef in a meat locker.