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.

Chairs Don't Have to be Vertical for Bondage Fun

I sometimes order with my damsel on the side

There is a certain allure to doing something safe, thinking nothing of it at the time and finding out later that it scared the crap out of the model. I think of a situation in terms of security and safety. I tied Angelique's wrists, ankles and knees tightly. I ropes her wrists and ankles to the chair thoroughly and tied her chest and elbows over the chair back. I welded her nicely to the piece of furniture and at no risk of falling. Even though I plugged her face with a huge ball and taped it in place tightly I could still make out the difference between her play-acting and her communications about comfort. I grabbed the chair by the back and seat firmly then slowly and carefully lowered her to the floor. It was slow, safe and, as I found out later, completely terrifying to Angelique.

Her perspective differed from mine greatly. She could barely move. Her elbows touched behind her back, and she was already losing feeling in her hands. The microfoam tape held not only the ball in her mouth but also a growing reservoir of saliva. Her vocalizations balanced making noise and keeping that pool of spit from hitting the back of her throat and causing a gag reflex. When I grabbed that chair the creaking noise that said "great video" to me said "holy shit this thing is going to fall apart!" She instinctively went to put her arms out to break her fall, but she could not. The restraint locked them to the chair. She couldn't even kick her legs out to help break her perceived fall. She shrieked automatically and felt her saliva hit the back of her throat. She started to cough and quickly fought back the tickle that could lead to gagging. The slow descent only prolonged her intense feeling that a rope or the chair would give way and send her crashing to the floor at any moment. My safely orchestrated move was a very intense experience for her indeed, and I had no clue that was the case.

I feel fortunate to have this footage. A part of this feeling is because this was the first video I ever shot with Angelique. This clip also highlights just what a perfect damsel Angelique is on film. She combines being feisty with helpless in a way I have never experienced. She can go from bitchy to whiny to wide-eyed and moaning in the blink of an eye. She is a rare case of loving a challenge but hating being restrained so tightly. There is no better damsel than someone who can loathe you while you tie her up, be genuinely concerned about what comes next while she is struggling and then tell you how awesome the challenge was while she questions you about what the next one might be. It brings out my creative side in the best way possible. Most importantly I am fortunate because this shoot is when I started falling in love with her. I could tell then I was off-balance, and I have been lucky to have her keeping me on my toes ever since. I have footage of the time I started to fall for the love of my life, and to me that is a very special thing indeed.

Image courtesy of His Dreams Turned into Her Bondage Nightmare with Angelique Kithos available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10177341.

Rope, tape, more tape and ... struggle!

Just take my money and leave already!

She could not believe her eyes. He had already spent a good twenty minutes tying her, taping her, groping her and wedging things into face that mother nature never intended to fit into a mouth, and he pulls out a roll of duct tape. Her wet and reddened eyes bulged over that tape wrapped tightly around her face. She tried as best she could to gurgle anything comprehensible past the three-inch orb of hard rubber jammed into her mouth. She would give almost anything just to be able to clearly say enough already, but she could not. He took her advice to heart. She was unable to communicate anything and very helpless. It appeared that is was about to get much worse. The rope was more than enough to keep her out of trouble. It efficiently welded her legs together and crushed her arms behind her back. She was not even able to stop him when he began fondling her breasts. She hated him for that, but she knew it would happen. Who wouldn't sample such perfect tits once the owner was completely helpless? She chastised him more for principle than anything else which earned her the ballgag. It was so huge he had to rock it back and forth to fit it past her teeth. Even without the strap pulled to the very last notch she would never have been able to dislodge it. He took it one step further when he wrapped tape around her face several times. He pulled every wrapping as tight as possible, and it squeezed her face like a vice. She felt it a bit extreme to start taping over every rope with electrical tape, but he made a good point about hiding the knots. He was after all only taking her advice, so she couldn't be too upset about his innovation. The breast bondage did piss her off a bit though. Wrapping her tits up so tightly had nothing to do with preventing her escape. He was just being a pervert she thought. That brings things to the now. He held the duct tape in front of her and then starting wrapping. The loud noise of tape coming loose from the roll echoed through the room, drowning out her fervent and muffled protests. He covered all of her other bonds before completely taping her arms into a duct-tape glove. He even taped her arms to her chest and waist. He was really taking this much too far, and she was thankful that she had nothing left to be tied or taped. Or so she thought. Imagine her surprise when the stocking slipped over her head. She begged him with wide eyes to stop, but he taped it in place anyway. The duct tape encircled her mouth, her eyes and even went around her chin and head. She was blind, mostly mute and very, very helpless. It was only then that he whispered in her ear he would to send help in three hours. Three hours! What the hell man?!? Then again it was her idea. She came up with the idea to be tied up. As she thrashed on the couch and slid down to the floor she recalled how he robbed her and then wanted to lock her in the closet. She hated the dark and begged him to tie her up. He did not like the idea, but she persisted. As she writhed on the floor she cursed his ingenuity. How was she to know he could make a girl so helpless. How was she to know he would use everything he could find to make her more and more helpless? She rolled on her side and then tried to roll to her stomach. Extreme discomfort shot through her breasts and she immediately rolled back onto her side. The pain in her arms and breasts forced her to stay on her side and not move. That bastard! He was more than a pervert, he was a mastermind. The breast bondage and arm bondage made sure she would stay right there on the floor. He had plenty of time to make his escape. He could max out her credit cards, pawn off all of her valuable and most likely even get out of the state before anyone found her. She was in for a long night for sure and even worse ... she really had to pee.

I sometimes forget that I don't have to use everything when I shoot, but I can't help myself sometimes. JJ has remarkable flexibility and endurance which gives me so much time to keep adding and adding more and more. If I had not gagged her so tightly she probably could have gone hours like that, but that is the challenge. My tasks is to get her to a state where that last five to seven minutes of video is a challenge. We accomplished that, but it took most of the rope, most of the tape and the biggest ballgag I own!

Image courtesy of Tie Me, Gag Me, Just Don't Put Me in a Dark Closet with JJ Plush.

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!

Always stretch before you shoot

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No dignity for the struggling

Putting your best foot forward

She knew that he was watching the entire thing. She could not see him, but she sensed his was there ogling her and waiting for those moments when her struggles revealed a glimpse of tit or ass. She had little choice though. He tied her securely with rope at first. Large bands of thin cord pinned her legs together and welded her elbows behind her back. He even made sure that her heels could not fall off by tying them to her feet. "We cannot have you hopping away now can we?" he joked as he knotted the rope. Her gag was just as brutal. He had stuffed a huge pair of panties in her mouth and secured them deep in her face by wrapping tape around her head. She only wore thongs, so it disgusted her to even think where he had gotten the undergarments packed into her mouth. He finished her bondage package with duct tape around every rope. Her hands started going numb almost immediately but on the off-chance her fingers still worked the tape covered every knot and made sure not ropes would be cut by the wriggling damsel. She was totally screwed. Her only option was to kick, arch and thrash as much as possible in the hope that something would miraculously come loose and allow her to start freeing herself. That had not happened yet though, and she had diminishing hope that it ever would. Her blouse had come open, her skirt has risen up and she felt his eyes on her, soaking in all her exposed glory. Her struggles had tired her, and sweat glistened off of her porcelain skin. Still she struggled. Her arms ached, and rug burns covered her shoulders and hips. Still she snuggled. It was all she could do. She was helpless, exposed and sure he was watching. Only the smallest of thong panties protected her most private dignity from his spying eyes, and he had told her that if she stopped struggling he would take those panties down to her knees. Her current state was shameful enough, she could not bear the thought of having to go through completely exposed!

It is always a blast to work with Nyxon. She knows exactly what to do when you tell her what the scene needs. All I had to do for image above was tell her that it was about high heels, long legs and but shots. She did the rest!

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A Girl, A Couch and a Jacked Restraint

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Nyxon Lies Down on the Job

How are you lighting this? I want you to get my good cheek!

She had already worked at the bonds for two hours sitting on the carpet, an effort that had chaffed her bared buttocks to a rosy red and uncomfortable state. The carpet fibers felt like needled with every movement, and the skin on her ass felt like it was on fire. Her arms were tingling, numb and of no use in changing her position. She looked at the floor a couple of feet down, but it might as well have been 20 feet. She took a deep breath, tensed every muscle she could and let herself fall to her side. Time slowed as she rolled over and began moving towards the ground. She lifted her head away from the rug, grit her teeth into her gag and waited for the eternity it took for gravity to suck her to the ground. Her shoulder drove into the rug with a loud thump as she yelped into her gag. She saw stars, and pain shot down her arm. The jolt stopped at her elbow. Everything below the ropes holding it against the other had no feeling anymore. The initial shock faded, and she began struggling again in earnest. She lifted her ankles and kicked them at the air. She could feel the ends of the rope hitting her calves as she did, and it renewed her faith that escape was possible. Although she could not feel them her fingers wiggled ever so slightly, and she continued to kick. Her ass cheeks glowed hot and red from rug burn, and her shoulder ached. She chewed into her gag, and spit drool from her mouth as she cried out in help. She kicked and wiggled and moaned and fought with all her might, and it amounted to ... nothing. The knots held. The ropes still dug deeply into her soft flesh. The gag silenced her just as cruelly as before. A coil of rope fell by her face and she yelled out in surprise. He was back, and her plight was not over. A second coil, a third and then a fourth fell to the ground by her. Her predicament it seemed was just beginning.

In a world full contorted cuties it is refreshing to do a four-point restraint every so often. Ankles, knees, wrist and elbows is a staple of any rigger's toolbox and often leads up to the much-loved hogtie. There is just something about a simple but tight restraint that gives a girl enough wiggle to let you know sterner measures may be necessary. Nyxon is a great example. Left to her own devices she will pick at any knot, test every rope and find some way to turn your clever restraint into a pile of ropes on the floor that she stands over smiling at the camera. This is what gets her into so many predicaments at my place. She just has to force my hand. Lifting her ankles off of the ground and wigging her buns for the camera is never enough. She just has to try and escape, and I just have to bring in more rope to put her to the test.

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Some Hogties Are Harder Than Others

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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.

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!

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Angelique Babysits Bound and Panty-Gagged

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A Question for My Fans

Thin jute cord makes for very still damsels!

I put up a poll concerning a possible pay site of my material. Please look for it to the right if that interests you.

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I did an update with Angelique showing her very stringently tied in homemade jute core, and a fan requested another look at the restraint. Here you go JT!

I had a great time making the rope. I love to do anything creative and making rope myself not only fits that bill but is a natural progression for my rigging. A great way to keep a girl still is to cinch her in hundreds of feet of thin rope that feels like sandpaper on your skin. It had a great look for video. It has nice elasticity for rigging. It is just thin and uncomfortable enough to make a damsel think twice before she does too much rolling around. Much to Angelique's dismay she has seen a couple new ideas that I wrote up featuring that rope, some perfectly awful predicaments and her very soft and very bare skin!

The rope is much like many things with my work. I like to try to new things and a chance to make something creative always intrigues me. The one thing I have consistently avoided though is a pay site. I dabbled with this a decade ago and never got things off the ground. There really is no reason other than I have always dedicated my time to other things. I have had hosting offers. I have mocked up ideas. I have had people offer to do it for me. I have dabbled with little tests here and there over the years. I have done everything but an actual site, and I think more strongly each day the time has come for that to change.

I know that I have the best fans out there, and all of you get more of a vote than me. The best way to convince me to put up a formal site is to let me know. I have put up a poll. If the response if favorable enough I will devote the time to starting and consistently updating a site.

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!

Angelique Gets a Time Out

Lady in Waiting

I am not sure why but my diabolical schemes always seem to go far worse for Angelique than for anyone else. I honestly do not plan things that way, I really do not. She just has this way of putting me into my full Dom mentality. She is wonderfully bratty and defiant which stimulates the part of my brain that goes, "Oh girl, you did not just do that!" That invariably leads to some sort of punishment that nobody else brings upon themselves. Yes I said brings upon themselves. Yes I said punishment.

I had a fun little idea of hanging a rubber mallet from her crotch rope so that as she struggled it would bump into her vagina. She got it loose and knocked it to the floor with her patented and muffled, "Ha ha!" That is her way of saying suck it while tied up. She has every right to do that. A real damsel would not put up with a rubber mallet knocking against their groin. The problem becomes that a real captor would not put up with a damsel laughing at them. That puts me in the awkward position of making sure on film she does not get away with such behavior.

She had it fairly easy sitting on a comfy chair while I assembled the platform dolly. Her legs were rested, and she had a rubber mallet to keep her company. That was not good enough for our little comedian though, so she got a time out. Angelique was forced to stand precariously on her five-inch high heels. She knew the drill. Regardless of balance or the annoyance she stared at the fuse box and remained as quiet and motionless as possible. I often do not realize just how tight I have made the crotch rope until after a shoot, but I do realize they make it very uncomfortable to stand still. That thing rope grinding her panties into a very sensitive area and chaffing between her butt cheeks.

She is a fidgety girl to begin with, and standing still with your arms aching and your poor vagina throbbing is torturous. She knew better though. Her little escapade earlier was good fun but now she was standing in front of a chair. All I had to do was sit in that chair and lift up her skirt. She knew it. Years with me taught her that she was one slip away from an ass smacking that she would not enjoy at all, and she did not want that. The wiggling stopped, the laughing ceased and she stood silently and as motionless as possible staring straight ahead. Long minutes passed as I assembled her next test. Her time out stretched further and further, and she did her best to follow orders ... for once. Of course what more can a gal do when her ass is literally on the line!

Image courtesy of Dolly Ride for Angelique Followed By the Hogtie Platform with Angelique Kithos.

Angelique Plays Hide the Pink Panties

I Can't Hear You, There Are Panties in Your Mouth!

I somehow managed to update my blog two days in a row. The inconceivable has become more than an improbable child and matured into the most probable adult. If that last sentence made sense to you I want some of what you are having! How does it feel to double your record of one post in a row you may ask. You probably are not asking that though, so I will. Ted, how does it feel to do that thing you just said in the other sentence? It honestly feels better than I expected. Of course that brings up the question that some of you might ask. Ted, why are you referring to yourself in the third person? Damn, you have me on that one. That was a classic narcissist move on my part, and I must apologize for it. Third person when it comes to describing the self is reserved for people with only one name, titles like "Lady" or anyone with over a billion dollars. Since I am a man of modest means, have two first names and think Lady Ted sounds stupid I will stick to the first person for the rest of this post.

Where was I? Oh yes, I managed to update my blog two days in a row. The inconceivable has become ... um, that sound familiar. Goddam cut and paste always gets me. Where is that new stuff I wanted to type up. One second, just bear with me ...

Aha! Here we go! I just shot a clip with Angelique the other day that strongly reminded me of why I love her so much. It started with a recent purchase from a lingerie store. She paid for everything herself but mentioned several times how she should not be spending money on lingerie. No you should not you bad girl. That was very irresponsible of you to spend your own money on something you could afford but pretend that you could not. A girl could get herself into some hot water for that kind of thing. Hmm, a guy might start to think someone was goading him into thinking a certain girl needed punishment. If that was not enough she started to parade around in one of the outfits and high heels. She knows full well that I mentioned doing more work with lingerie and high heels. This is more than mere coincidence! Combined with her earlier claim of financially irresponsibility a clear message was forming in my simple brain. The last clue to our little mystery came as our delectable damsel in the making brought up all the rope I made recently. "I thought you said it got softer the more you used it. It seems rude to use it on other models all rough and scratchy," she said.

Oh, it is on now little girl. Little girl? That is an odd thing to say since Angelique makes me look like I hoard pots of gold at the ends of rainbows, but I digress. It is on! Ten minutes later Angelique sat on the floor with 250 feet of handmade, 3mm jute cord digging into her soft and supple flesh. It was a sight to see. She made a comment about a hogtie seeming like a better choice which reminded me of something important when it comes to Angelique. She has far fewer suggestions on restraints when she is quiet. I stuffed a pair of extra-large, full-bottomed panties into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged even after the clear tape tightly secured them in place. Her skin jutted out over the tight tape, and she got her hogtie. I cinched her tightly enough so that her breasts were off the floor and watched her struggle. She can always convince me to tie her up, but she never knows what I am going to do after she gets her way. All she could do at this point was enjoy her victory by struggling and waiting. She still had 30 minutes of hogtie to go through before I showed her my own plans for the evening!

Image courtesy of Every Movement Was Agony with Angelique Kithos.

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.

Models Hate Cold Floors More Than Strict Bondage

Ted, your studio has really cold floors. Just ask my nipples!!!

Have you ever seen a special about Alaska or the Arctic? Some scientist is trying to track the mating habits of a bird with a name that makes you chuckle to yourself even though you are no longer twelve. It is called something like a Giant Double-Breasted Booby or the Alaskan Titmouse. The narrator is warbling on with his silky-smooth voice, "It is called giant for a reason. It is the largest Booby of them all. Until its discovery in 1958 everyone thought South America had the biggest Boobies, but Alaska has Boobies that are hands down the largest. Watch the odd bobbing motion as it walks, almost like it is jiggling. Scientists are not sure how this behavior developed, but they are fascinated by it." Then at some point the narrator will mention that the scientists have to move quickly. The cold weather allows only a two week window to observe this behavior.

My studio is Alaska when you are trying to observe the mating habits of the Giant Double-Breasted Booby. It is either far too hot or far too cold. Twice a year for about a week it is perfect. It was neither of those times when I shot with Natalie Minx for the first time. As with many models I work with for the first time the first set is about going through the paces. I throw everything into the mix. Her bondage was ultra-strict, her gag was punishing, she was groped, her beasts were exposed, her panties here pulled down and her breasts were tightly tied. I hogtied her into a tight little ball and then I circled her with a camcorder like a news helicopter over a traffic jam. I wanted to see if she could handle my style of bondage and how long she could handle it. The first set is about bending the model. The model is like a tree in the wind, and the bondage needs to flex her just enough but never too far.

One, two, four and then eight minutes passed in that hogtie. She never stopped moving and never stopped begging for release. Her eyes pleaded with the camera. Ropes on the floor pressed uncomfortably into skin already tightened by even tighter ropes. Her arms grew redder and redder from the elbow restraint with each passing minute. The tape digging into her cheeks dug deeper and deeper as her face tired. I panned up and down every inch of her cinched figure documenting her bare breasts, exposed crotch and her eyes asking me when it would be over. The camera moved in, and she was lectured on her bad behavior.

She lay there with grit and dirt and dust from the floor all over her as I untied her. I worked her arms loose first. Rope marks from her earlier breast bondage were still on her skin. The gag was next, and I slowly unwound it strip by strip until her face, creased and red from the tape, was her own again. She rubber her arms and wrists as I finished untying her. I said, "Those elbow ropes suck after a while." Her response was, "Those I can handle, but your floor is freezing!" Our next set was in the living room on the rug.

Image courtesy of You Screwed Over the Wrong Gal with Natalie Minx.

Thrift Stores Are Sweet

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