Organic Bondage ... Strict Bondage On-The-Fly

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I Saw Ludella in the Window and Just Had to Have Her ... In Strict Bondage!

Bound, gagged, helpless ... alone.

I'm an oddball in many respects, one of them being my use frequent use of negative space. It can show just how helpless and alone a damsel is during her plight. It can emphasize the vastness of a space and how tightly constrained a captive is to her surroundings. I could get right up into a damsel's face, and I do often, but if I do not pull back to show just how alone she is with her helplessness then I am denying the viewer of her perspective.

Negative space is the area around and between subjects in a composition. I tied Ludella very tightly the shown set. I packed her face full of panties, and I taped them in without any yield. I folded her into a strict, little bundle and poised her three feet off the ground. Of course I am going to show tight shots of her struggling, the shine of the light off a her gag and the furrow in her brow as her struggles dig tight ropes even deeper into her porcelain skin. Of course I am going to capture fully body views of her beautiful form in ultra-strict bondage, wriggling and moaning away as she fights her captivity. I am however doing an injustice to not pull back for a wide shot at least once to let the viewer see just how alone she is with her plight.

I isolated Ludella with her restraint. I made her helpless, uncomfortable and unable to move. I then balanced her precariously on a pedestal higher off the ground than any bound and gagged model would care to be teetering. What better way to showcase this than with a nice use of negative space. The viewer now sees how small Ludella is in the full scope of her surroundings. They see just how little she can move and that she has no chance for escape. She can barely struggle and even if she could she would not for fear of toppling to the ground. The door is so far away. There is no way to reach a phone, get to any scissors or make enough noise to reach the outside. She is small in comparison to her surroundings and this smallness showcases her extreme helplessness. She is made even more helpless by devoting less of the frame to her, almost as if she is just another item in the room. Her is my furniture,  rug, lamp, television, and oh by the way, have you seen my new Ludella? I really think she brightens up the place but enough about her, I want to show you the other rooms.

Image courtesy of Bound, Gagged and Sitting Pretty with Ludella Hahn. Available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/10273401.

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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Nyxon Learns How to Furrow Her Brow, the Jacked Hogtie Way

Strict bondage: Furrowing brows since 1978.

When you do strict bondage there is always a point where a scenario shifts from a model acting like a damsel to being a real damsel in distress. This in no way implies any danger to the model, only that the restraint is real as well as the predicament. A tight, immobilizing position is not comfortable, allow escape or is easy to endure. There are ways to make things less strenuous, but when everything is finally cinched up into a jacked position model's are not entirely playing a part. Their skin feels the bite of tight ropes digging in, and their muscles tire and ache from being stretched and compressed. Their jaws start to throb as they try to focus past the tickle in the back of their throat or the increasing amount of saliva they cannot swallow or get past a tape gag wrapped around their head five times. Their grunts and moans become real. The furrow on their brow results from the ropes and not any acting experience. The look of distress on their face is from knowing they are at their limit but still have more time to go. Seven to ten minutes is not a long time in most circumstances, but it is an absolute eternity while in strict bondage. They only want to lie there until it is over, but they know that struggling and struggling hard is the only avenue to release. They are uncomfortable and movement makes this worse, but it is the only way they can reach an end to the scene. That is the true predicament.

Image courtesy of That Sucked and You're an Asshole with Nyxon available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/9565387.

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!

Heeled, Hosed and Helpless

My Nose Starts Itching Now?!?

The poor girl did little more than lie on her side and grunt into her gag since she managed to roll over. The ropes were too tight, and the position was too restrictive. All she wanted was a few drinks and some relaxing fun at the hotel bar. He seemed nice enough but after several rounds he pulled the inevitable, "let's take this up to my room" routine. She gracefully excused herself to check on a "sick friend" and headed upstairs. He followed her into the elevator though and before she even realized what was happening he was shoving her into his hotel room. She tried to get away, but he physically outmatched her. His hands squeezed her breasts and slapped her ass as she writhed in his grasp. She gasped as the first ropes starting sinking tightly into her flesh. Each knot meant escape was that farther away. By the time her hands, feet, chest and ankles were tied she had only one shot at freedom, but he took that away by shoving a huge ball into her mouth and strapping it in place behind her neck. She began to drool immediately as he bared her huge breasts and began wrapping rope tightly around them. They ballooned and shifted shade to an angry red. She had never felt such discomfort, but he kept winding the rope until her tits were hard and sensitive balloons. She could hardly believe it when he wound rope around her elbows so tightly they touched. Her shoulder ached, but there was no escape from the helplessness and discomfort. He removed her gag, and she pleaded for mercy. He responded by shoving a huge pair of panties into her mouth and tightly taping them in place. It squeezed her head and pushed the panties deeply into her mouth. She had no time to reflect on gag's severity as he pushed her to the floor. He pulled her ankles to her chest forcing her to sharply arch. Her huge breasts barely touched the floor. She grunted from the strain as he cinched things off, but he was not finished with her. He pulled stocking over her head, taped it in place and used it to pull her head sharply back. He told her he was going back to the bar for a couple of shots of whiskey. She was alone. She could barely move but needed to relieve some of the pressure from her aching breasts. She mustered all the energy she had and starting rocking back and forth until she fell to her side. She was a motionless, panting, grunting and moaning bundle of flesh on the carpet, and all she could do was endure. The position was too secure. The ropes were too tight. She had no option but to wait. She shifted every so slightly in her bonds and groaned. All she had to do was wait.

Image courtesy of Bound to Serve His Every Wish with JJ Plush available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8350887.

Try Not to Move Too Much

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Can I Go Now? I'm Done Stealing ... Honest!

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Her Tale of Hubris

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I Should Have Worn My Door Opening Heels!

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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!

Image courtesy of Strict Bondage on Display with Star ... at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/6951227.

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.

Nerds Hate Posers

Um, I have nothing to do with this post Ted?!?!

Every so often everyone gets out of balance. My equilibrium was absent for a long time with nary a clue how to properly reset the weights on both sides of the fulcrum. I worked at it, thought about it and made some very large life changes. Nothing seemed to reset my life to its former counterpoised state. Unfortunately changing the equation is seldom the answer. The cogent course is to find the variables within the equation that have changed without your knowledge and then reset them to their proper values. If a person can do that then they can enjoy a healthy vestibular system and a life free from stumbling about with a feeling like you will expel your lunch at any moment.

As an aside the top paragraph is a "geek model" test. With so many models flashing their nerd card these days to endear themselves to the very large fan-base of male nerds out there I finding a subtle satisfaction in writing things in the above way. Suffice to say that there is no issue with not understanding some or all the above. However if you found yourself scratching your head and trying to remember the URL for Wikipedia (it is www.wikipedia.com by the way) then you have failed. You are not a nerd. Stick to waving your tits around and stop trying to pretend you were on the chess team. I should say I do not consider models as "tit wavers." In high school the nerds referred to the popular crowd as tit wavers and dick swaggers. Look at me, people like me because damn if I am not pretty! Getting picked on because you had to sit to the right of the homecoming queen on the float does not allow you disparaged youth status. You have been found out!

Although I do digress I will illustrate several more identifiers to the folly that is geek posing. See that thing on the chess board that looks like a horse's head? It is a knight, not a horsey. Horsey's are for the sauce on Arby's sandwiches. If your favorite Wonder Woman is Diana Carter and you are not a man in your 40s give it up unless you can explain how the moderate S&M elements used in the series and Princess Diana's self-subjugation to her male co-star pay homage to the memes of the original Golden Age comic. If you spell Golden Age with lower case instead of caps even though it is grammatically correct take off you fake glasses and put your colored contract lenses back in. Do you own a comic book t-shirt sold before the first Hot Topic opened? Yeah, comics existed before Hot Topic. Yeah, comic books existed before 1940. Check into it.

Yes I am having a bit of fun. However if you have not been thrown in a lake by the football team, stuffed in a locker, had more pairs of underwear than you can count torn from a wedgie or the dreaded Melvin, been the monkey in the middle as your glasses were tossed about during a game of monkey in the middle, reprogrammed the character set on a TRS-80 to allow simple graphics or had a sibling tell people you were adopted because you collected comic books give it up. You are not a nerd ... you are a poser. Oddly nerds now look down upon posers. How the world has changed!

As for balance I finally found my version of it again. It turns out that I need to be just pissed off about things to write a blog like this without being angry, breaking things, swearing or calling people out by name. I can be erudite without being rude. I can turn a phrase without turning people into enemies. And if I do who cares. I do not need stupid friends or to be friends with easily offended posers. My life has always worked best when I am Bill Bixby just before my feet get big enough to shred my shoes. That is another nerd poser test by the way. Think about it a bit and get back to me.

If this keeps up it is going to be a fun year!

Image Ravished Redhead Roped and Ready with Ludella Hahn. It has nothing to do with anything above. That is a luxury of writing your own blog. You can do what you want.

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.

How To Avoid Being An Asshole! A Primer for Bondage Photographers.

This Little Piggy Went Nowhere!

Welcome to the third day of my, "Three Day Blog Update Extravaganza!" I can count on one hand the times I have updated three days in a row, and I used that hand to high-five a running lawn mower. I would recommend against that by the way. I do not care how great your lawn looks after being cut. The mower will get by on a thank you alone, and your next mow looks great as well if you have enough fingers to hold the handle.

I try to keep things light, but a topic has nagged me for a couple of weeks. I have this uncanny ability to make models feel comfortable. I also have a very loving wife who will let me shoot almost anything. I cannot help but think trust and professionalism are major factors. When another person trusts and you treat them professionally they will generally be more flexible with a variety of things including content. This trust comes through a number of factors as does professionalism. Doing something without professionalism or something that violates trust makes you an asshole. Everyone is an asshole from time to time. It is not the end of the world. With fetish material however I believe it is responsible to actively work on not being an asshole.

As such I have come up with a test to decide if you are an asshole and have some helpful rules of thumb to avoid a future existence of being perceived as someone who lives in a humid valley between two butt cheeks. Ted, how can I tell if I am an asshole? Luckily with bondage photography there are questions that can point out you are an asshole. Ask yourself these questions and answer them honestly:

1. Has a model said during a shoot, "you never mentioned this in your emails." If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
2. Has a model ever stopped you during a shoot and said, "we never agreed to this." If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
3. Has a model ever said to you during a shoot, "I specifically said NOT to do that." If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
4. Have you ever said you had a "cool" or "edgy" idea you would like to try that translated to fingering a vagina, getting to second base or otherwise potentially getting arrested? If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
5. Have you ever said, "I am sorry, I thought you were playing the damsel. I did not know you wanted me to stop."?  If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
6. Has anyone thanked you for being professional? If the answer is no, you are an asshole.
7. Do you receive consistent emails from new models saying models that you work with give you great references and say you are highly trustworthy? If the answer is no, you are an asshole.
8. Do you have a mental list of at least 20 ways the shit can hit the fan and how to react when tying someone up and gagging them? If not congratulations, you are an asshole.
9. Do you wear shorts or sweatpants that make your erections very obvious during a shoot, especially when you rub them up against a model? If you answer yes, congratulations you are an asshole.
10. Have you ever used the excuse, "But you shot this content with Ted, so I thought it was okay" even though you never asked the model if it was okay for YOU to shoot it with her? If you answer yes, congratulations you are an asshole.
11. Do most of your camera angles while you grope a model last over 45 seconds? If you answer yes, congratulations you are an asshole.
12. Do you touch a model when it is not necessary (such as when the camera is not rolling or while you tell them a story about your Thunder Cats collection)? If you answer yes, congratulations you are an asshole.
13. Has a model ever told you they retired, are no longer shooting, are no longer coming to your area or cancelled on you five times when you know they still shoot bondage and travel? If you answer yes congratulations, you are an asshole.
14. If you look at any of the questions in this list and laugh or think to you self, "He is full of it" congratulations, you are a mega-asshole. Scientists at one time thought the mega-asshole was extinct. Although like the asshole in appearance, the mega-asshole is a much bigger asshole capable of pissing a model off much quicker and to a level that is almost unimaginable.

These are only some of the ways you may make yourself an asshole. I would recommend avoiding them as they lead not only to people thinking you stink but also models not working with you, other producers speaking ill of you behind your back and husbands, boyfriends and fiancées signing up for FetishCon to make the outside of your face touch the back of your head. Great news though, all of this is avoidable! How Ted, how can I not be an asshole? It is easy:

1. Always be professional.
2. Always be trustworthy.
3. Always be safe.
4. Always respect the model's limits.
5. Look up always in the dictionary and understand it means every time.
6. No surprises, communicate everything you want to shoot to the model.
7. Stay on time. Poor planning on your part is not the model's responsibility.
8. Have a shoot content list, show it to models for approval and do not deviate from it.
9. Do not play dumb. If you know not to do something, DO NOT do it.
10. Do not be cheap. You get to tie up girls for a living and you want to low-ball them on compensation? Offer them snacks, lunch or dinner. Open up your wallet and thank whatever god you believe in for the opportunity to shoot bondage instead of buying it like all of your fans. I know times are tough. When I am cash poor I do not shoot. See, if you cannot afford something you cannot have it. Keep your sob stories to yourself and do not waste people's time.
11. Understand that models will shoot content with other people they will not shoot with you. They are not whores. Your money does not buy whatever you want. It secures content that the model is comfortable shooting WITH YOU that has been clearly communicated before the shoot.
12. Shoots are not play sessions. I know some models are fine with that. Many are not. Respect the difference. Just because my ex-girlfriend swallowed does not mean it is okay for me to blow a load on your Mother's face. Get the point?
13. Move the damn camera around. It is about creating content, not your boner.
14. Models are nice to you because it is good business. They do not necessarily like you, want to hang around with you, wish to date you or endeavor to see the tiny dick you are insecure about and drove you to playing photographer to get your jollies.
15. Never, ever use, "Ted did this with you" as an excuse. Some models let me do things with them that they do not want to do with you. Some models are not comfortable shooting things with me that they shoot with someone else. It is what it is. Tough titties.

Okay, so I had a little fun with that. I mean no disrespect to anyone, but I do hope everyone learns a little about respect from the above. Everyone wants to be respected as part of good business, and the above gives a little insight on how to add more respect to a shoot. If you continue to be an asshole at least I tried!

Image courtesy of Panty Face Chicken Wing Hogtie with Tara Tied.

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.