Nyxon is cold, and I don't just mean because her nipples are hard

Look up, look down, look all around ... yep, you're helpless!

She wanted to curse at him from her imposed darkness, but the panties packed into her mouth made every noise a muffled and gurgling string of nonsense. She had long since ceased swearing at him through the taste someone else's sex, but his chiding was incessant. "I can see up your skirt," he said which made her cringe. It seemed like such an easy challenge, but she had no idea he would take it so far. Ropes were one thing, but he then taped over them tightly with duct tape. She could get her hands to some of her bonds, but that tape made it impossible to get to any knots. It seemed even easier when he agreed to scissors. That is until her pulled the white stocking over her already gagged face and wrapped electrical tape over that. She was completely blind. The stocking and tape held her eyelids closed and blocked out any light. Despite that she managed to find the scissors by rolling about until she rolled over them. He agreed to scissors but not to adequate scissors. They were so dull they probably would not cut paper let alone a combined layer of rope and duct tape. She called him a mother-fucker at that point which came out something like, "Mumher huhher!" He played dumb and said, "What? You are feeling hot?" It was then he opened her top exposing her chest. She could now work on chaffing her nipples raw as well as her shoulders when she lolled about on the carpet. That is when she decided against making noises other than grunts and groans, but she would have to tap out at some point. She could not take it any longer. She felt chaffed, sore and useless as she made no headway with her bonds. "Uhnhll," she moaned. He did nothing. She repeated her admission of defeat. He still did nothing. "Uhnnhl, uhnhl, uhnhlllll uu mumhr huhrrr!" she spat out. To her shock he pulled her panties down. She thrashed and kicked as she heard the sounds of his cell phone's camera clicking away. Losing the challenge was bad enough but losing her dignity as well was infuriating. She would teach that son-of-a-bitch a lesson. As she as she was free she would make him agree to new challenge, and she would show him that his restraints were nothing. Yes, she would wipe that smile off his face ... just as soon as her decided to stop taking pictures of her exposed ass and let her go.

Sometimes I think I have a screw loose. I am fortunate enough to work with the most lovely ladies in the fetish industry. The are charming and limber. They spend hours on their hair and make-up to give me visions of female perfection. I am presented with a palette of style and beauty that would melt the heart of any damsel in distress fan. Nyxon is no different. She always looks stellar, and what do I do? I pull a stocking over her head and add so much tape nobody would recognize her. Perfect eyebrows, ruby red lips edged in flawless liner and a professionally blended eye shadow hidden for none to see. I cannot help myself though. There is something about using nylon squeezed tightly around a face that says helpless to me. There is something about shiny, black electrical tape that says a girl will stay put for as long as her captor needs. I do not enjoy encasing her head like a sausage, but I did love that I was sure she would be going nowhere!

Image courtesy of Tied, Taped and Taken - Part Two with Nyxon.

Whitney is taped up tight!

I changed my mind, I will tell you where it is!

She sat helpless on the couch taped into immobility and silenced with both a huge ballgag and tight wrappings of tape. He made it clear that he only wanted to know where she hid the stolen money. He made it even more clear when he forced her to strip down to her underwear. He made it crystal clear when he taped her into complete immobility. Her legs were already taped together so tight she could not stand, and her arms and chest were completely crushed with the the same. The stocking over her head hid her pleading features and a face full of shut-the-fuck-up silencing her attempts to tell him what he wanted to know. He approached her to finish the task at hand as she feebly and unsuccessfully tried to negotiate. No amount of gag talk, wiggling or distorted facial expressions could prevent. This type of negotiation does not stop until complete. She was ready to now, but she may change her mind after he removed her gag. She would never change her mind though after experience the full measure of his sticky coercion. Only her feet, hips and head remained uncovered and long minutes of tight pulling of tape remedied that. She was soon completely mummified, only her nostrils left open to strain for air through the nylon over her head. She lay on the ground crushed by tape for minute after minute. He was not even in the room. She was alone with her torment. She would tell him anything he wanted to know, anything as long as he made this horrible predicament go away!

Whitney tried out a mummification with me. I do not think I have taped up anyone tighter. Every wrapping was pulled as tight as I could manage. She still managed to struggle, moan and make it to the end. She was not a happy girl, but I think she enjoyed having defeated the challenge.

Image courtesy of Whitney Mummified Beyond the Ability to Struggle with Whitney Morgan.

Gigi Learns She Hates Being a Mummy!

The door? That son of a bitch is leaving!!!

She had no idea how long she had been like this. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours when one is blind, almost deaf and unable to move. Her fervent struggling had long since ceased, replaced by a battle just to endure the increasing tightness of her predicament. The electrical tape squeezed her like a vice now that she had no strength to fight. She could only manage short breaths anyway, not enough to fuel meaningful struggle. The heat was unbearable. He had encased her in nylon before taping her. It seemed a kindness at first, a measure that prevents the tape from sticking to her skin. The double layer of nylon and tape kept in all her body heat though. It built up, and sweat drenched her body. Her neck was stiff, and she lifted her head to stretch it. She was afraid to roll on her back again. There was so much drool in her mouth, and it triggered her gag reflex when she rolled from her side. She could not afford another coughing fit like before. She almost blacked out the last time, and breathing took all her concentration. First one breath, then another. She focused on her breathing. She forced the air in and out despite the tape crushing her chest. In then out, steady and sure she kept telling her self. First one breath, and then the next. What she would not give for just one pillow at this point. Her neck was so sore. There were pillows about the room, but she had no idea where she was at this point. They might as well be miles away instead of mere feet. She could not roll anyway. The predicament had defeated her. It forced her to stay silent and immobile. She could do nothing but breath and wait for the return of the man that had done this to her. Anything would be better than this though. She welcomed his return despite what could be in store. She would hear the door at any moment. He would make things worse, but he would release he from this. That was all she cared about. What came next was no concern. All that mattered was an end to this. He was not a villain. He was going to be her savior. He would end this predicament, and that is all that mattered. She breathed in and out, and waited.

There is a subtle satisfaction to a restraint that wears a girl out instead of just defeating her. Anyone can make a damsel tap out of a position. It is much harder to create a scenario that slowly wears them down to the point where they can barely move anymore. They want to keep going. They want to struggle and moan and keep the film rolling. They cannot though. Their bonds have sucked all the energy from their limbs and all the spirit from their heart. The only thing they are left with after ten minutes is the ability to lay there and hope their lack of movement does not result in an addition to a position that is already made its point.

Image courtesy of Mummified and Freaking Out with Gigi Lynn available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8157811.

Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit

Help me Obi Wan, You're My Only Hope!

I have a do-it-yourself mummification kit on the top of one of my office shelves. The box is as easy to pass by as any other box in my office. Scuff marks on the sides hint at the time it spent in a warehouse. Dents and small tears betray the lack of care the shipping company uses with their packages. A series of green digits on the side most likely allowed the manufacturer to know the exact contents of the box. The only other distinguishing factor is small strip of white microfoam tape with the letters DIYMK written in black marker.

That label comes from the devilish streak in me. Yes, I have a devilish streak and even the wry grin to go with it. I find it obvious because I contort women into all shapes and configurations with just about anything that you adheres to itself, buckles or can be tied into a knot. Devilish does not mean sadistic though in my mind. There is a coyness that comes with a devilish streak. The goal is not to punish anyone or make their day hell because they will allow you to do it. Anyone can do that. The challenge for me comes in the line between a girl smiling, laughing and enjoying talking to me after a set even though she wanted to punt my junk like a football while restrained. Anyone can make you helpless, make you hurt and make you dislike them. It is much more of a challenge to explain to a model just how terrible a position will feel and have them agree to it because they know you would never do anything to damage them or put them in serious risk.

That is being devilish in my opinion. I get to twist my mustache and play the villain to the utmost but deep down the model knows I am the good guy that will always whisk her off the railroad tracks before anything bad happens. I get to play both sides of the fence because I know when to be on either side of that fence. That is why I can get away with being devilish. That is why that box has DIYMK on it. I know it means Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit, but everyone else thinks it is a box. It might have books, pictures or figurines in it. It does not though. It has every size of tape I need to keep a damsel helpless, moaning and electrically insulated for as long as necessary. If is a big box of, "Holy Shit!" that sits in full display to anyone that comes into my office.

Star found that out. She knew I wanted to mummify her, but she had no idea just how much tape was in that box when I brought it out. It is daunting for a girl to start rummaging through a box full of tape and ask, "Are you going to use all of it?" I always respond devilishly that I will use as much as needed. That always gets someone to bite the side of their lip. By the time Star was blindfolded and on the floor it did not matter. The tape muffled her hearing, blinded her and squeezed her into complete helplessness. Shallow breaths were all she could achieve, and time ticked by ten times slower than normal. Movement was minimal, and she could not even stare at the ceiling to pass the time. She was locked in her own head.

This is the time when a girl wonders what the hell she got her self into. There is no way she will ever free herself. There is no way she can ever call for help. I could load her on a luggage cart and parade her around the convention floor. She is really just along for the ride at this point. Aching and alone she really just plain hates me at this point, but she cannot hate me completely. One thing making the experience bearable is knowing that Ted is not a total asshole. If I just get through the rest of the filming he will have me out quickly and all will be well. The key to being devilish is being Darth Vader to Princess Leia and knowing that her hologram still pleads to you in the guise of Obi Wan. Help me Ted Michaels, you're my only hope!

Image courtesy of Fully Insulated Tape Mummy with Star.

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.

Is it too cold for you Stacie?

Everyone who reads anything I write knows that I have a goofy name for almost everything that happens during a shoot. I don't know why it happens, it just does. I'll joke about something at the time, the model and I will get a chuckle over it and then it becomes stuck in my brain. It's over at that point. Every time something similar happens the silly little word or phrase comes back into play. In this case it's "the turkey popped, she's done!"

I do a series where the damsel begs to be tied up instead of taken and dumped in the middle of nowhere or locked in a closet. She pleads with her captor that if she is tied up really tightly and with a lot of stuff she'll never get away. She explains that if you stuff her mouth, wrap it, tape it and cover her face she won't be able to call for help, she won't be able to get free. The captor is assured a getaway because her predicament guarantees  nobody will find her until the next morning, an exhausted, sweaty and still very much helpless robbery victim.

The thing about this series is that it relies on layering tape over rope. Poor Stacie up there has her elbows welded and her legs pinned with bands of thin cord three times wider than what I would normally use. The knots are protected from prying hands by tight wrappings of electrical tape crushing the rope into her delicate skin. Her mouth is filled with a huge ballgag, her face covered with a stocking and her head tightly wrapped with electrical tape.

She is not comfortable and not a happy camper at this point but her wonderful nipples pop out into full erection. Is she turned on? No, she's in agony. She knows she has at least 5-10 more minutes of this plight and is hoping that any second I'll say I've got my footage. Is she cold? No, she's roasting. We're shooting with over 2000 watts of halogen lights. The room is 90+ degrees. Those nips are popping out because she's a turkey, and she is done.

There is a point in any strict restraint where the damsels starts to sweat. The ropes are so tight that her skin is taught and her nerve endings are sensitive. As the tape started going on Stacie broke out into a light sweat. There was no relief from the rope or the tightness, so the only things her system could do was sweat. That's how you know it's tight, when the model sweats standing still. We finished the restraint, and her playful moans were gone. Every noise she made was a reaction to her restraint. She slid off the couch onto the rug and "pop." Her body told her she was ready to be untied and her built-in turkey thermometer popped out.

The nipples are a great way to know that your damsel is at her physical edge. They don't pop out to let you know she is in trouble, they pop out to let your know that at that moment she is not faking. She is not acting, she is not playing a role. She is gutting it out for your material.  Those erect nipples let you know that physically she is done but mentally she is pushing herself so that you get the footage that you need. When a restraint is super-tight there is a point where the only thing the body can do to alleviate the discomfort is rush blood to the skin. The nipples are no longer controlled by discomfort, temperature or your mental state. They perk up an perk up fast. When this happens you need to make a note for later. Shoot your footage, get her out quickly and thank her like you've never thanked a model. She just gave you 5-10 minutes of the most precious footage you can get, the time when a model becomes a real damsel in distress, the time when she can pull the plug and doesn't, the time when she is mentally stronger than she is physically, the time when she chooses your material over her comfort!

Image courtesy of Stuff My Mouth and Cinch Me Tight So I Can't Call the Cops with Stacie Snow.

I Don't Know How Pantyhose Work

Is this how these things go on?

Okay, I know how pantyhose work. I just refuse to use them for their intended purpose sometimes. Nylon encasement is a new love of mine and Chrissy Daniels got that in full force. We have a really good shooting rapport, so I've been able to pull off some challenging positions with her. This time I decided I'd do something that would break her. I don't mean that in "I'm a tough-guy and an ass" sort of way. I mean that Chrissy has taken all I've dished out so far, so I told her we'd do a tap-out position.

I man-handled her, tied her a bit then started putting the nylon all over her. She was already in a catsuit so it had to be toasty, but she never let on. It was a fight getting all that pantyhose and electrical tape all over her. She fought me the entire time, even biting my arm ... hard .. at one point. I had to drive my arm into the back of her mouth to pry her jaws open and had some nice marks for the rest of the day. She paid for it thought in the form of more electrical tape, a tight gag and a blindfold.

I use the bitgag in situations where someone is being too feisty. It lets the drool out but the nylon keeps the drool from dripping away. Soon your whole face is a sticky, drool-soaked mess. It is not pleasant, and she let me know that the first chance she got ... which was about 15 minutes later unfortunately for her. Once the restraint was complete she struggled non-stop. She tisted, turned, moaned and groaned. She lifted her feet in the air over and over wearing about 15 pounds of boots. She never stopped. After a while of filming I decided to end it by cropping her ass hard. She never cried Uncle. She cried out, but she never cried Uncle. Chrissy is one tough cookie :) Speaking of which she apparently bakes them for people at Fetishcon, so get in your order now!

Image courtesy of Nylon Encasement Nightmares: Chrissy Is Owned with Chrissy Daniels.

Nylon Encasement Nightmares

Babysitter Bound and Bundled

After not having a reliable computer for over 5 weeks I am so happy to be blogging again. It is unbelievably frustrating to have your computer crash and reboot anytime you run a program or a browser for more than 10 minutes. A complete wipe and re-install of everything fixes a lot of problems though!

Clip descriptions are my chance to paint a picture for people. The stage is set, the heroine is introduced and some of the drama about her circumstances unfold. I can give people a little taste of what the clip will hold. Blog updates however give me a chance to tell the tale behind the story. Where did the idea come from? What was it like to make the clip? What did the model have to endure to make the clip? Strict bondage makes producing a clip a story within a story. She portrays a character but she's still a stunning model desperately trying to endure incredibly challenging bondage and gags.

The image above is from my current take on "babysitter" predicament clips. I love the concept people have been doing. The babysitter lets her charges play a game and soon is in far over her head. It's playful, fun and full of tight restraint. A recent take on the concept from my perspective though turns things to the perspective of the Father. He knows what the kids do and feels it necessary to prepare the babysitter for what is in store. Unfortunately for the babysitter he is far rougher with them!

I recently shot the concept for the first time with Ashley Graham, and it turned into one of the strictest and most punishing sets I've done in a long time. She plays prissy so well which gets a gal into trouble during on-screen restraint. She had to endure being stripped, having her face stuffed with cloth that was taped in so tightly her eyes bulged, the tightest breast bondage I've ever done, full nylon encasement, a blindfold, a punishing gag and tape digging deeply into her flesh almost everywhere.

Being fully nude doesn't help the nylon from making you hot and sweaty. The bulging breasts crushed against your thighs ache. The electrical tape crushes deeply into your skin. Your elbows are taped so tightly your shoulders are aching. She was in a real predicament. In a post-restraint chat I thought for sure she'd say the breast bondage was the worst part because it was absolutely brutal. I was wrong though. She said the tape on her was so tight her knees were crushed together in agony and she could barely breath. Worse though the tape over her face was so tight it pulled between her lips driving the ballgag deep into her face and pinching her cheeks against her teeth. No wonder she whimpered and barely moved the entire time. She was struggling just to endure!

Image courtesy of Nylon Encasement Nightmares: Babysitter Bound and Bundled with Ashley Graham.

Nylon Encasement Nightmare

Holy crap that does not look comfortable!

I quite frankly didn't even know this was physically possible until I was filming the position. That's the only way I can describe the image. I plan most things out because I'm an artist. I get a picture of things in my head that allows me to work up a scenario that plays out around that picture. This though really took me by surprise.

The plan was to do a nylon encasement with a tape hogtie and everything started out just like that. We got poor Hannah completely encased in nylon then set to work adding 40-50 yards of wide electrical tape. Legs pinned together followed by an arm sleeve from wrists to elbows followed by a lot of tape holding her arms to her chest and waste. Then a tight wrap gag was added over her already huge ballgag. The only thing left was to put the gal into the hogtie which we did by taping her ankles to her thighs and then taping her feet to her forehead. No, that isn't the behavior of a proper gentleman but she wasn't complaining. Of course wearing a face full of shut the hell up keeps most people from complaining.

That's when the coolest thing happened. Hannah started struggling and because electrical tape is elastic she was able to do something that I'd never seen happen with duct tape versions of this position. She was able to stretch the tape just enough to get onto her side and when she did the tape compressed her body like an accordion.  I call the position the pretzel and do with it with rope from the shoulders to the ankles. I've never seen it done with a face to the toes! It was just incredibly compressed, incredibly tight and incredibly incredible to watch. I have many moments that I remember well during my career, but this was one of those rare times that when she first compressed into that tiny ball you can see the camera shake because I was just plain floored by how cool it was. Thanks Hannah!

Image courtesy of Nylon Encasement Nightmare with Hannah Perez!

Keeping It Fresh

I just love this picture. There are things that you keep writing into stories over and over that you just never can do. I'm always jotting down transport sequences that involve a crate or container of some sort. That's all well and good until you realize the shoot is tomorrow and the model is 5'10" ... good luck making a crate that big by the next day.

When I got the chance to shoot with Amaya I joke that I would put her in my tub for equipment and drag her around. She said do it, she's tiny enough to fit. And she was! It's kind of funny that I'd planned it for years and it just sort of happens by accident. That's the way most things go though. You have to be flexible because the cool things are often the things you don't plan for. And so it was that poor Amaya is all taped up unconscious, stuffed in a tub and dragged downstairs to be dumped unceremoniously on the carpet. It just goes to show you that if you do something enough eventually all opportunities will come your way.

Amaya in Agent A Is MIA available now!

No wiggle room

I've always loved the expression "not a lot of wiggle room" because it rarely ever applies. You can use 800 feet of rope on somebody and they'll still wiggle around, quite a bit in fact. I've done so many things with so many people to get them to wiggle as little as possible. I hung someone from the back of a door with their hair tied back to welded elbows and the damsel still thrashed around. I've done strict hogtie after strict hogtie and the hogtied damsels still managed to roll onto their sides. I've welded people to chairs and they still get the chairs to spin. I've even completely mummified people in vet wrap, saran wrap and even duct tape and they still roll around. I'm firmly convinced that you could encase someone in plaster or foam and they'd still be able to wiggle more than enough to be more than "not a lot." I'm looking for volunteers to test that out though.

I've found that "not a lot of wiggle soon" to be so much more appropriate. By that I'm referring to what happens after you thrash, sway, swing, roll, spin and rock as much as they can. What happens after every muscle is exhausted and the restraint makes you feel like you've run a marathon? What happens when your skin is so sensitive from the pressure of tight ropes that you feel like you're tied with barbed wire and gagged with sand paper? What happens when staying still is preferable to discomfort of moving at all. That is a predicament. You're in no physical danger, but you are totally helpless. All you can do is wiggle your toes, moan a bit and just lie there and wait for release.

Restraint in a damsel scenario is about making sure the damsel stays put for an amount of time. You can tie someone, chain someone or tape someone into helplessness but they will eventually get free or remove their gag. If the goal is to make sure the damsel stays put until you want them to get loose, the goal is to exhaust them until they stay put by choice. No threats, no violence ... just a pure physical and mental challenge. Just ask Ashley Graham after shooting He Tied Me So Tight I Had to Tell.