Pantyhose Face

For a face that looks smooth and toned!

Pantyhose Face sounds like a villain from a 1940's comic strip. Who robbed the bank? It was Pantyhose Face. How do you know? Um, well, they had pantyhose on their face. Yeah, but a lot of robbers put pantyhose over their face. Sure but do a lot of robbers also take the time to stuff panties in their mouths and tape it in with packing tape? Wow, yeah that was Pantyhose Face; how much did they get. Actually nothing, they hopped into the bank already taped up as usual, so we spanked the hell out of her and threw her in the paddy wagon like all the other times. You don't say, I'm beginning to think Pantyhose Face actually enjoys that!

I never knew such a thing as pantyhose face existed until I started getting emails about my nylon encasement clips and suggesting possible models to undergo pantyhose face. I just like the concept of taking a beautiful person and distorting their features. This is your damsel. This is your damsel with pantyhose face. Get the picture? I like contrast, and it is hard to find a more stark contrast then a woman who makes a living from her face and then covering it with nylon and tape. Your new nose looks awesome. Let's see how it looks bent over to the side by pantyhose. I love your new hair style. Let's see how it looks all crushed against your head. I don't think most models share my feelings.

I guess it falls under the category of deconstruction. I've always enjoyed taking someone dressed in a killer outfit and then tussling their clothes, unbuttoning their blouse, hiking up their skirt and then showing an outfit that is kind of a wreck. It really is dramatic to me and shows distress. The same applies to the restraint. You take someone able to do most anything and transform them into a damsel that can do almost nothing. It's not about objectification, it's about contrast. I like when the rope contrasts with the outfit. I like when the blouse contrasts with the skirt. I like when the freedom contrasts with the captivity.

If you don't believe me look at poor Candle here. She is absolutely stunning without her face contorted in nylon, stuffed with cloth and wrapped with packing tape. She is a far cry from the smiling gal that everyone sees outside of bondage. You would think she was ready to be tossed over my shoulder, taken to the local UPS store and have a shipping label slapped to her ass. Come to think of it, I might just do that the next time we shoot. It's about time Candle had a shipping label slapped onto her ass. Then again knowing Candle she'd enjoy that!

Image courtesy of Candle Mummified in Electrical Tape with Candle Boxx.

Poor Candle is going nowhere fast!

I had to hustle this week. I'm starting a couple new ventures and with FetishCon right around the corner I am pressed for time. Speaking of which what the hell does that even mean. It's not right around the corner, it's in Tampa. Is Flordia somehow occluded by a large corner? What? Oh yeah, i had to hustle. I thought I was clever having a clip all prepped and ready to go. The problem is I just didn't feel like putting it up. So began the saga of capturing and prepping a new clip. I think I chose wisely.

It's hard to hold a candle to Candle when it comes to bondage. Come to speak of it, what the hells does that mean? Why would I hold a candle next to her? I'm not into that type of thing, and she is certainly perfectly illuminated by the 3000 watts of cold lighting I use. It just doesn't make any sense to ... huh? Oh yeah, I was taking about Candle Boxx. When my old clip became problematic to use I went into the archives and pulled out my first clip of Candle.

Now when I say archives some might get the impression of a room with smartly polished wood and smooth marble podiums. Tasty tidbits of tied models sit under glass domes that are meticulously cleaned each dare for crystal clarity. In a future world perhaps the domes would have the contents of the DV tapes projected onto them for all who pass by to see. It's not the future though, it's the present. And I don't have a room like that. When I say archives I'm talking about a huge box full of tapes where half of them aren't properly labeled. I have to pull them out and remain professionally composed as I label them and search for a suitable update for my mood.

My mood that day drove me to search out a fun model that was tough as nails and gave me great content from start to finish. Granted that's most people I work with, but Candle takes the cake in that respect. And why would anyone take the cake? I mean Candle could because it would be an inside job. She'd sit on top of the thing until nobody was looking and run off with it, but I don't see why ... um, sorry, I keep getting off topic. Candle is just great in ropes.

I dragged her in and we wrestled like a gold medal depended on it. I never sweat so much in my life and the between scene footage of Candle's chest heaving up and down trying to catch her breath is priceless. She was groped, forcibly stripped and tied while she struggled. Once helpless she was "convinced" to remain still as hundreds of feet of rope were layered onto her naked and vulnerable body. A tight ballgag, a strict hogtie and a gauze wrap finished the package. I don't know why it's a package, she wasn't being delivered. That's the kind of shit you keep around for as long as you can!

Anyway she struggled and made the mistake of pulling the gauze off of her face. Some issue about drool and peppers on her egg sandwich from <insert coffee place that will sue me if I mention them here>. Rather than hose the scene she opted to get the gauze off, let the drool go everywhere and then struggle for seven minutes with a vice around her neck. I put that gauze on tight and when she got it off of her face it squeezed her neck. She was red and gasping the entire time. The crazy thing is she loved it. Now that my friends is a true bondage model!

Image courtesy of Hogtie from Hell - Taken Down and Tied Tight.

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!

How to keep Candle quiet

I'll have to admit that I've always had a certain fondness for mummification. Before I even knew co-flex existed I was wrapping masking tape around people and turning them into oddly-looking packages of helplessness. Then I discovered co-flex, and it was time to get creative. The ladies were now in for some real challenges. Almost ever model that came through the door got roll after roll of white or black stretchiness cocooning and crushing their bodies. The stretchiness meant those packages were no longer odd-looking. They were sleek and shiny, the gauze hugging their curves. They became sleek and toned statues of helplessness. The tightness was evident and the noises them made, although muffled, definitely conveyed the feeling that they were being challenged in a way they had not experienced to that day.

I recently returned to tape though. I've had many requests for a tape mummification because of my work with electrical tape that it was inevitable. The elasticity and shininess of black electrical tape brings it many fans, but I've avoided tape because quite frankly electrical tape and skin can be a bad combination. Some people don't produce enough oil, so the tape is really harsh on their skin or it will leave black stains or it will cause reaction. I'd found the wonders of nylon-encasement though ... game on! Before you knew it was was encasing the ladies fully in nylon and then wrapping roll after roll of tape around them.

My most recent adventure with mummification was with Candle Boxx. She new I'd recently done a mummification request with another model and said, "tell me how to amp this position up so people know it's jacked." I told her the three things I could think of were to tape her hands behind her back, wrap her tighter and use an extreme mouth-packing for the gag. She said to do it. I asked her which, and she replied, "do them all, make it extreme." So I did just that.

I made her put nylon over every part of her body and got out my box of wide, double-gauge electrical tape. I wrapped it around her body tightly until only her head was showing and then stuffed her face full of cotton cloth. I pushed it in until I couldn't push it anymore and then taped it in tightly with clear packing tape. Silenced, I finished taping her head and shoulders. I used six rolls of wide electrical tape, the width of 12 rolls of normal electrical tape. At double-gauge it had the crushing power of 24 rolls of normal electrical tape. Let me put that in perspective ... it was the equivalent of over a quarter of a mile of standard electrical tape!

Image courtesy of Candle Mummified in Electrical Tape with Candle Boxx.