Strict Predicament Bondage

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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.

Angelique Is Hogtied Beyond the Ability to Move

Why did I have to pick a hogtie?

I hadn't shot with Angelique in some time, and although I had dozens of ideas running through my head I told her I wanted to do a standard tie with some gag rotations. She frowned to find out I only planned to tie her wrists, ankles, knees and elbows. I told her the gags will be difficult, so I wanted to make sure the bondage was not overly taxing. Her response was to challenge me on my choice. "Why tie the hell out of all those other models and then make me look like a whimp?" I asked her what she preferred, and she said hogtie almost immediately.

I brought out the jute rope and put plenty on her legs, really cinching it tight and digging it in deeply. I think I pulled the crotch rope the tightest, disappearing inside her despite both panties and shiny tights underneath. Partially secured and with her hands cuffed behind it back I made her sit, time for the first gag. I knotted her hair out-of-the-way to help with a smooth taping which prompted her to call me a hair dresser. I dropped the small pair of panties in my hand and picked up a gigantic car washing sponge. She looked at like I was out of my mind saying that it would never fit. She had little idea of the capabilities of determination and tight wrappings of tape. I wadded to sponge into a size that would go into her mouth and slowly rocked it in as far as it would go. She was tense and fought the sponge keeping about 1/4 inch still outside of her mouth. I took black electrical tape and started slowly and tightly wrapping it around her head and over the sponge. With each wrapping her jaws tired a little more until finally all the sponge popped fully into her mouth. I kept wrapping until the black tape completely covered her lips.

Angelique was not happy at this point. Her face grew red with strain, and the muffled words, "Too big, it's too big!"seeped out through the massive wad of sponge and the tape over it. I began tying her chest. She was having a great deal of difficulty as the sponge created immense pressure on her jaws, but I let her endure it while I went about my business. Finally when her eyes began to tear up I relented and freed her from the gag. She said she would never call me a hair dresser again and sniffled. I finished framing her chest with stringent ropes and tied her ankles together. To her dismay I reached into my box and pulled out a large pair of panties and some microfoam tape. I told her to open wide, and she groaned as I stuffed her cheeks full and then forced the rest behind her teeth. I wrapped very tight strands of tape around her head until they covered her face.

With wide eyes and a red face she stared at me over the gag while I cut away her top exposing her breasts. I laced a thing jute cord through her chest ropes one one-by-one pulled them tightly trapping each breast in a tight cinch. They quickly turned almost as red as her face, and she was ready for the final challenge. I released her from the torment of her second gag and tied her arm and elbows behind her back. She was ready, and I made her slide to the floor where I pulled her into the corner. I took an even larger pair of panties and begin stuffing them into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes widened as I pushed and pushed until every inch of something made to cover a vagina fully filled her face. I wrapped clear electrical tape around her head until she was fully gagged. I then tied her wrists up to her side in a harsh chicken wing before rolling her to her belly. I cinched the hogtie so tightly that she arched without even trying. The ropes alone held her breasts off the ground and she groaned from the strain. I was not done though and finished by tying her hair knot back to her high heels.

I left her like this for over five minutes. She could not move. She could not roll over. She could do little more than arch a little and desperately try to survive her harsh gagging. She was completely helpless, but then again she asked for the position. I only wanted to do an easy tie-em-up, she wanted the hogtie. Then again though my definition of a hogtie differs greatly from what many models are thinking about when they suggest one!

Image courtesy of Hogtied Beyond the Ability to Move with Angelique Kithos. Video available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10453591.

The Damsel Dolly

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The safe word is not "GRNNMMPPHHHH!!!"

UNNGGAHL!

She had a bad feeling about things from the start but missed the chance to put a stop to it hours ago. She wore the same rope bonds now that she had worn for over five hours. Her arms were throbbing and her jaw ached. Sweat glistened on her smooth skin. She could barely move anymore. No amount of muffled pleas, screams or mewling brought any respite. Her glares only encouraged the same ass slapping that her lack of movement brought. Each time she tried to express her displeasure through furrowed brows, each time she tried to say "enough is enough" by stopping all movement the assault on her bared and exposed ass began again. One hard smack after another rained down on alternating cheeks until she screamed into her gag and began struggling again. She pulled the ropes deeper into her sensitized skin as she arched and twisted. She was exhausted but the stinging and burning from the most recent of eight harsh spankings proved a great motivator. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose and she rocked back and forth on her stomach. How had she let it come to this? His idea for tonight's bondage challenge seemed a little strange, but the others were always fun. It is remarkable how much just one change can make to a girl's evening. They always used a safe word. It made all the discomfort and pain go away. She had only to utter one word clearly, and he would release her and take her to dinner. That should have happened over four hours ago. Why did she ask for a better gag? Her own words from the start of the evening ran through her mind. She was overconfident as always and demanded that they would sleep like this if she could not get out. She told him to not be soft. He was to tie her tighter than ever. The position should be something where she could barely move. She told him to not fall victim to her glares, to not be fooled by her big, brown eyes. That was when he stuffed the huge pair of panties into her mouth and taped them in place so tightly her eyes bulged. She gave up twenty minutes after they had started. All she had to do was say, "uncle." All that came out of those panties crammed into her face was, "unngahl." She said it over and over realizing that it was not the safe word. It was a garbled mash of nonsense. She became concerned and then panicked. She tried everything she could think off to get him to understand that she could not say the word. It was no use though. Her only choice was to keep struggling and hope that he would get bored. She struggled as he ate in front of her. She struggled as he watched television. She struggled as he got ready for bed. She struggled because each time she stopped the next spanking was worse that the one before. At least she could rest now. He going to sleep. She lay at the foot of the bed, sweaty, hurting and helpless. She moaned into her face full of panties. She had at least eight more hours of this ordeal ahead of her, so she put her head on the hard floor, closed her eyes and heard him say, "Kind of odd you picked a gag that made it impossible to say the safe word." With her eyes still closed the tape over her face shifted ever so slightly. If not for the darkness a smile could be seen underneath.

Image courtesy of He Put a Ring on Her Finger and Rope Around Everything Else with Enchantress Sahrye.

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!

Her Tale of Hubris

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Gigi Lynn Smack Talks Herself Into Big Trouble

"Christ, I should have shut up when I saw the tape!"

 I can honestly say that I sometimes wing it. I admit it. I start tying a girl up, and I just do not know where it is going. Oh I have a plan. I always have a plan. "It goes like this Gigi, you play a bitchy blah blah, and I tie you up. You do not like it at all and ACTION!" Ropes fly, hands roam over goodies and tape starts wrapping around a face too beautiful to be covered in such a manner. Everything is going like clockwork. At some point though it becomes woefully apparent that the damsel is still way too energetic and feisty. How is she still wiggling so much hogtied like that, and did you just call me what I think you called me? No self-respecting captor would take that from their captive.

The producer part of my brain knows that the model is still capable of a higher level of restraint. Even worse the captor part of me knows that there is know way anyone shoots me that look over a gag! The tape comes out, and the hogtie gets a whole lot worse. We just loaded our damsel into the back of a truck that does not run on fossil fuels. It runs on welded arms, packed mouths and sweaty faces. It keeps going and does not stop until the wiggling and the name-calling settle down to an acceptable point.

The glare says "F*** You!", but the restraint says I don't care!

The problem though is that I never realized that Gigi has an inexhaustible supply of, "kiss my ass Mr. Abductor Man!" I have her jacked with rope and crushed with tape. Her cheeks would be exploding from the size of the panties in her mouth if not for how tightly I wrapped her face with tape, but she is still wriggling and calling me things that would make a sailor blush. As a producer I know that there is enough restraint for the scene. As a captor I know that she is still putting gas in the tank of a vehicle determined to drive down the road until she is fully compliant.

What do I do? Unfortunately for Gigi I felt that the lamp on top of a tiny and wobbly pedestal was a waste of furniture. Want to act like a bitchy princess Gigi? Want to be put on a pedestal. You've got it! I move it into frame, lift her up and balance her on her belly. Now we have a damsel. She is still wiggling, but there is not way she is going to risk going to the floor. She is still smack-talking but there is no way she is going to risk what comes next if she glares at me too much. The vehicle has stopped, and Gigi is dumped onto the corner of Totally Fucked and Going Nowhere Fast. Enjoy the visit Gigi!

Images courtesy of Hogtied Prissy Put on a Pedestal with Gigi Lynn.

Bondage Joyride for Angelique

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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.

Spam Filters Eat My Custom Requests

Ruler of the New Ottoman Empire!

Every 30 days or less I have the highly enjoyable task of weeding through my spam filter. Since text lacks tone re-read the previous sentence and apply the highest amount of sarcasm possible. In the early days of my store it was quite easy. There's a handy button that gets rid of everything in my spam filter. Those days are long gone though since my email address is now known to the Internet in most part to me using it to advertise customs.

This leads to the creation of a monster that subsists solely on nourishment from my custom requests and other business opportunities. Don't get me wrong, I worked for an ISP before and spent a lot of time with filtering. It basically works like this. You watch for suspicious emails, pull out items that can be used to flag those emails in the future and then you have a spam filter. Spammers aren't stupid though, so they start sending emails with headers saying things like, "Hi honey, your Gramma wants to know how you're doing."

The end result is a random collection of emails getting caught in the spam filter without any rhyme or reason that I can see. This person has a yahoo email address, and this one has a hotmail. People spam from those, get rid of them. This person is mentioning a link exchange, that's spam. This one mentions a viable business opportunity. Wait, viable opportunities are spam. This girl wants to model for me but her interest in my portfolio is obviously spam. The monster is loose and it's easing my emails.

Every two weeks I try to go through all my spam because interwoven within every 50 emails are 3 custom requests, 2 link exchange requests, several offers to trade, buy or sell content, a couple model requests and several attempts by fans to just say hello and comment on recent clips. I salvage a lot of them, but I don't get all of them before the 30-day timer ticks down and eats valid emails. Welcome to the modern age of convenience! That my friends is the glorious morning of a bondage producer and even worse the better part of a day for models.

As such we're going to pretend that poor Ashley up there is spam, and I've put her in a very uncomfortable spam filter. It's the tightest balltie I've done in a while combined with the tightest breast bondage I've done in a while. Since spam filters seem random to me I'll do something random as well. When my Twitter followers reach 252 I will put up a free preview, free samples and then offer the clip for sale on both of my Clips4Sale stores. Tweet this to your friends ... or don't ... now that's random!

Whitney's First Breast Bondage

Tied Titney Morgan!

Everyone so often you get an image from a shoot that totally tells the tale of the entire experience for the model. I worked with Whitney Morgan at this year's Fetishcon and as is my custom our first set was a true test of the fair-haired vixen. I put her through a challenging first hour where she experienced tight rope bondage, welded elbows, her first-ever breast bondage, tape bondage, panty gag mouth-packing and tight tape wrapped around her face. After 30 or so minutes of that you're bound to be a bit worn out, and I think the image above tells that tale. She is not comfortable, and I suspect counting the seconds until the set is over.

Her face was glistening with sweat, her jaws were forced wide open by the panties, her face was squeezed by the tape and the ropes contorted her body into a helpless bundle of awesomeness on the couch. She was tied with rope everywhere and tape over the rope. She could barely move and her cries for help were too muffled to have any effect. She had already been gagged twice, three times if you count when she knelt before her "boss" on the carpet. She had struggled for countless minutes with no escape in sight.

That brings us to the image. After all that she still had five minutes to go, and she she it. She had to somehow find the energy to wriggle and whine for several more minutes before being rolled onto her stomach and having her panties and pantyhose pulled down.  She had to endure being rocked back and forth over and over, her aching breasts crushing into into the couch, as her "boss" gave her the final part of her retraining. As it turns out it was an interview for a promotion and not retraining at all. Whitney loved it, got the promotion and eagerly awaits her 30-day review!

Image courtesy of Called on the Carpet: On-the-Job Bondage Retraining with Whitney Morgan.

More images and sneak preview available at http://www.tedmichaelsdamsels.com/Whitney_Morgan_Bound/Whitney_Morgan_Bound_01.html

The Burglar Took All He Wanted

Tied, taped, silenced, but the burglar isn't done yet!

I have always danced a little on the edge of certain elements of what I consider healthy and playful fantasy. A number of my clips will have the damsel in the arms of her captor at the end as he says something about going upstairs or there could be worse things in her mouth then panties. It's cheeky, it's fun and it's not too far over the edge of my comfort. I often dabble with thoughts of how to extend that fantasy in a way that I find respectful and not too far into sexual themes. I really have no desire to show anything hardcore at all. I also have no desire to show anything overly simulated with anyone but my wife, but I do enjoy the concept of tame implied as part of a general bondage fantasy and my clip repertoire.

When you look up implied it is described exactly as you'd think. You give the impression of something without really showing it. That gives something mystery which I very much enjoy. You think you know what is going on, but you don't really see anything. It leaves things to the imagination. I did a clip with Nyxon and Ludella Hahn where they are both encased in nylon. The final line comes as I lift Nyxon into my arms and say something about going upstairs for privacy and telling Ludella I'll be back for her later. The look on Ludella's face absolutely sold the ending. It wasn't too far over the top, but her expression certainly gave the impression that more than ropes and struggling were in store for both girls after things faded to black.

I've done a couple things with Angelique that go a bit further to give the impression that the captor is taking too many liberties with his captive. They have been popular, but I've been reluctant to do that too much. I'm willing to do something like that with Angelique but definitely not with other models. My comfort aside I also really just didn't have a good idea how to carry the concept off in a respectful way that was not overly fake on one hand and not overly intense on the other hand. A custom request I got a little bit back forced my hand though. They asked for what they called "tame implied" for the custom, and I refused. They kept at me though and said they really meant tame and that they enjoyed mystery. The word mystery hooked me, and I agreed to give it a shot if I had full control of the story. I put together storyboards and came up with something that too my amazement not only did my wife not see an issue with, but other models didn't balk at. That's when I knew I had a fun concept that could dance close to my own creative lines without going too far.

That said, Angelique asked me to shoot the storyboard with her. She gets tied up, taped up, mouth-packed, fondled, forced to struggle and more. I call it She Begged the Burglar To Tie Her Tight Then He Took All He Wanted. It's for fans that want a taste of what happens before the gag goes in and after the panties are pulled down but don't care for anything explicit or too in your face.

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.

Now that is a hogtie!

Should I have used clean pantyhose?

I've often spoken of my respect for a gal that pushes herself for content. Angelique Kithos is the pinnacle of that work mantra. From the first shoot with her I was able to attempt things that I'd never consider with other people. I've been fortunate to come across several other people that fit this mold, but Angelique is still the the example I'd present to anyone.

She has been busy finishing up her second college degree, yes second, and hasn't been doing as much bondage during that time. We've done some nice sets including some latex bondage and a hemp rope hogtie that I'm very proud of. I kind of make this assumption though that when someone doesn't do something as much you need to put on the kid gloves and work them back up to the old standards. As the saying goes though I definitely make an ass out of myself with that assumption.

She wanted to do a set for me to fill some updates while she's on a shooting trip and she said she wanted a hogtie, she wanted a mouth-packing and she wanted it tight. I pull out a pair of pantyhose, some tape and some rope. She tells me to get more pantyhose and more rope. She then proceeds to say that she wants her back arched. This isn't my suggestion, she tell me. She wants her tits off the floor, her face totally packed with two pairs of pantyhose and a tape wrap so tight her face will sweat.

Who am I to argue? We do a full struggle sequence where I tie her up on camera. The ropes are tight and neat and dig in deeply. I cinch every rope and pull every knot tight. As more and more rope goes on I notice she's not slowing down. She's struggling like hell and if I'm not careful she'll put a high heel brand on me somewhere. I get to the gag and push in one pair of pantyhose and then the second. I'm wrapping her face with medical tape with both of them in there and wrapping it tightly.

The truly special point came when I put the hogtie in place. Girls make this grunting noise when you've pulled it far enough. If you pull it too far you get, "Unn Uhh, Unn Uh!!" She made no noise. She folded into an arch and I cinched the hogtie tight. There she lay on her stomach. Her face was filled with two pairs of queen-size pantyhose and her body is arched like crazy. She struggles like hell, rocking back and forth and arching her body to the sky. I don't know where she got the energy. I patiently film waiting for her to give the "done" sign. It never happens. I filmed the time I wanted and then we finished up the set.

I untied her so we could film her pulling all of that wadding out of her mouth. This is the point where a model says, "Did you get what you needed? Good, because that's not happening again any time soon." The camera stopped rolling and she says, "Next time we need to tighten up that arch. I can go way higher!" Holy crap!

Image courtesy of Packed Mouth and a Jacked Hogtie with Angelique Kithos.

I'm Stuffed ... at Least My Face Is

Ashley bit off far more than she could chew!

I've become fan lately of mouth-packing and clear tape gags. I shouldn't say lately though. I started doing mouth-packing exclusively and then moved away from it. So many people couldn't handle it or refuse to do it that it wasn't worth the effort of gagging someone and then having to end the scene too quickly. I'm nice as well as pragmatic. A limit is a limit, and I will always respect that.

The game has changed in recent years though. With the discovery of hair-safe tapes it's easier to convince people to let you wrap that damn stuff around their face over and over. Similarly panty gags have taken off quite nicely and most models have to keep it in their arsenal of "will do" in order to stay competitive. Once you can stuff a pair of panties in someone's mouth they mouth-packing arms war escalates. This model will do full-bottomed panties and not just thongs. This model will do 2 pairs of thongs. This model will do two socks. Before you know it you're working with people that are willing to test their cheek-stuffing boundaries.

Ashley Graham is a wonderful dichotomy in the mouth-packing arena. She does not like it. Conversely she's up for almost any bondage challenge. I've been lucky enough that she lets me jam a lot in there. We start with one cheek, then we pack the other cheek and then fill in the front. The part that's great is she can take a really tight tape wrap which means none of that wadding is coming out. As the villain that did this to her and got to display her face on camera I can safely say that her cheeks were like rocks they were packed so tightly.

That makes this one of my favorite mouth-packing sequences of 2011. This was a real, challenging, brutal and silencing gag. And her face attests to it. The redness, furrowed brow and building sweat never lie. She had to fight to handle this gag and gave me a great sequence because of it. Well done!

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