The Strict Hogtie Is Her Arch-Enemy

Bondage pilates requires frequent arching!

I remember my very first professional hogtie. I say professional only in the respect that it was with a model, it was a paid shoot and I was actively trying to generate bondage material. I had a series of shots that I wanted to capture, and I ran the model through all of them repeatedly until I was happy I had what I needed. I repeated this for each set until the last set, the hogtie. I always saved the hogtie for the last set. They tended to be super-tight, super-strenuous and for the bondage-uninitiated a real eye-opener.

I ran through each angle with precision invariably saying, "big arch." The model looked at me like I was from another world. She could barely move, and any movement that was possible resulted in levels of discomfort that prompted eye rolling, muffled sighs and the occasional raising of a middle finger. She arched meekly and plopped back down almost instantly. I told her that I needed longer to get my focus. She shot me a look that questioned my sanity, grunted, arched, held the position for a half second and plopped back down again. I lowered my camera, told her I knew it was hard and added that when the flashes went off she could relax. She looked at me wondering why I was not taking pictures having her trussed up like a holiday goose. She wriggled in discomfort, crinkled her forehead and flexed her hands. The wheels were turning, and she was questioning if her choice to model was the right one. I readied my camera. She arched, held it and began to tremble slightly while I got my focus. I said almost there in a supportive voice, and her forehead pinched into that lovely damsel expression. I pressed the shutter button. The flashes went off, she collapsed to the ground and groaned in relief. I told her that was great, and her eyes looked like she would be smiling if her face full of ballgag would allow it. I told two more. The look she gave me then was almost asking if I was joking, but she knew I was not. She arched twice more for shots, each time holding the position until her face shifted from "come on and take the damn picture" to "what the hell have I gotten myself into?" Imagine her surprise when she learned I had six more angles, and they all needed arching.



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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!

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Bondage Bluff Becomes Strict-Restraint Tell

Um, you can just wrap it instead of pulling it so tight!

Bondage shoots are like a poker game where the damsel has to deal with the hand the producer deals her and play it until the end. Folding is always a possibility, but most models only tap out under the most unpalatable circumstances. They play their cards, no matter how poor the hand, until the winner rakes in the pot. Of course the win for the model is release. Any number of bad cards find their way into a damsel's hand. Her arms might go numb up to the point of tingling and stay that way. She may shift just enough for the blood flow in her hands to return fully bringing "the fire." Her shoulders and jaw might ache, but she plays her hand like it is a winner. The viewer sees what she wants them to see. They see distress and sensual struggle. They hear moans and groans that could just as easily say, "let me go" as well as, "my panties are getting wet despite my shame!" The model shows the ultimate poker face, the face that the viewer needs to see to believe the scene.

One expects the model to bluff with the viewer. One does not however realize she also bluffs with the producer. She wants them to think she is made of iron. She needs them to feel confident that she can be bent but not broken. She assures them her mouth can accept almost anything to silence her for the audience. Most models though have not played poker with such high stakes before though. They know the basics and have enough skill to pass for the viewer, but they have not played a pot through with a really bad hand. Even worse they have no idea what to do with such a bad hand. Their bluff is betrayed by a tell, a subtle hint that they are not longer playing the hand. It is the hand that is playing them. Every damsel has their own tell. It is a reflex, an anomaly, an action that goes against the normal script they play out during a scene. It is subtle and easily missed but knowing the model it becomes glaring.

Angelique showed her tell on our first shoot. She talked about how she could handle any gag. She had been gagged with almost everything, had seen it all and was ready for anything. I strapped a ballgag into her mouth, a huge ballgag. She did what most damsels do and locked her molars into it, preventing it from going all the way into her mouth as I fastened the strap. I then crushed her elbows together. She was flexible even at that point in her bondage career but had never experienced the shoulder-wrenching sensation of having her elbows rubbing against each other. As she mentally tried to process this new feeling I took the strap on her ballgag and pulled it two notches tighter. She gasped. The huge red orb was now deeply locked into her mouth, and her jaws pried open. I was not done though. I took out Microfoam tape and began wrapping it around her face. I pulled each wrap as tightly as possible without snapping the tape before laying it over her mouth. The tape squeezed her face and pushed the ball in her mouth even deeper into her face.
Her tell was obvious at this point. A crease emerged between her eyebrows. Models hate that crease and avoid it at all costs. It is the kind of crease that millions of women try to remove by injecting Botox into their faces over and over. Once set in place, it is there forever. Angelique would never purposely use that expression. In the poker game that is a bondage shoot her bluff had become a tell. Her cards now laid bare she could only ride the hand out until the end hoping beyond hope that I would not raise and even worse, go all in!

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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!

Couches Are Not Alway Comfy

Try that on for size!

Her struggles had reduced noticeably since the beginning of her ordeal. At first she thought it was a typical burglary, the type of thing you see on television all the time. He was obviously only interested in money, so she did not feel too threatened as he began to tie her up. She would give him her widest eyes and plead for mercy. He would apologize for having to having to restraint her and then leave her to wriggle free of the loose ropes he bashfully applied. He was not bashful though, he was brazen. His confidence became clear after her hands were already tied. She thought the next rope was for her ankles, but he tied it around her waist. He then pulled it through her crotch, pulling it uncomfortably deep. She protested and received a huge ballgag strapped into her face as a reward. As she began to drool all over herself she began to think this man was no gentleman robber. The realization sunk in more as he pulled her arms together behind her back and tied them in place. He seemed far to skilled at this for just a bungling thief. Her hopes for etiquette ended when her tore open her blouse and fondled her bared breasts. She began to struggle now. It was not longer a game, it was all too real. She was already too helpless at this point to fight much let alone prevent her wrists from being drawn sharply to her ankles.  She felt concerned for the first time as she writhed helplessly on the couch, but he was not done. He pulled a stocking over her face and tape it in place. Before she could even wonder what they hosiery was for he pulled her head back to her elbows and tied the stocking off. She really started to struggle now. This was not lounging on the couch in a few ropes. This was not waiting demurely until someone arrived to help her free. This was true helplessness and extreme discomfort. She could already feel her fingers being to tingle and the stocking was crushing her nostrils. She could barely breathe. She could barely move. She should have resisted more in the beginning, but she misjudged his intentions entirely. He did not want her money. She struggled less and less as she tired and strained to breath. She could hear noises and knew he had no left her. She could not bear the thought of being left alone like this and actually felt a little relieved to know he was still around. Her relief faded though when she saw him pull in a four-wheel dolly with a platform about the size of a hogtied damsel. He indeed did not want her money. He wanted her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it!

A component of predicament bondage that I enjoy is finding a point called "the suck." I first heard that term working with Nyxon, and I have used it ever since. There is a part of many restraints where things go from, "I can handle this" to, "holy shit, hurry up and get some footage." The model starts her timer and does whatever internal meditation they choose to get them through the next 5, 10, 15 or more minutes. It is literally a point where the model starts to hate the position and would want out right away if not for them being so damn awesome. I used to think it was when I tied the elbows, but this is not often the case. So many people are so flexible and mentally durable these days that they can go a long time after their elbows are tied. I have discovered though that a stocking on the head always brings "the suck." Most people do not like having their vision obscured. Even less like having the stocking against their nostrils. It just really puts someone into a much more helpless state. 

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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!

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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.

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.

Piss in My Cheerios And I Draw

Could you pull that any tighter Mr. Abductor Sir?

I have to admit that I have been in a foul mood all day. I have tried to shake it, but I have been unsuccessful. I got some exercise, repeated "it is what it is" a hundred times and focused on as much positivity as I can. None of it has really worked. I woke up today feeling on top of the world. I had a very positive day yesterday and set some personal milestones. That success made for a great night's sleep and the beginning of a very nice day. That all changed because of an incident that I will not discuss. Suffice to say that sometimes people in a bad mood feel a need to make sure everyone feels their current pain. I am unfortunately someone who takes a bit longer to get over the shit storm.

I have avoided updating my blog because I just plain do not like negativity. I do not feel a need for it and find it makes anyone ugly. I do not want to expose myself to others in that way. I have no need or wish to piss and moan in front of others. I do want to write-up something though because I really enjoy updating more frequently! Since my day was shot by my inability to recover from being blind-sided I have decided that my blog today will focus on something that does nothing to further my career, my photography, my clips store or anything to do with my household. I do so because it makes me happy. Make me unhappy and the result is often I will do what I need to cheer myself up. The best way to keep me on track is to not piss in my Cheerios. I will just move on to that waist-of-time Cap'n Crunch.

When I am feeling down I like to draw. It is meditative and gets my beta waves going. I like to get into the zone and allow my brain to reset. There is no good or bad in drawing for me. The exercise itself is therapeutic. As such that is my focus for the rest of the night and for at least an hour each day for the rest of the week and weekend. I know if I can do that I will get back into my normal swing by the end of the weekend if not tomorrow. I guess that depends on how many people are waving their urine streams over my breakfast material :)

I have promised several people drawings that I am woefully behind on. I think it is time to correct that injustice. I owe Jewel Evans, Christina Carter and JJ Plush drawings. JJ has waited the longest, so I should get to her first. The anatomy of a drawing starts with reference when you do photo-realistic drawings. Someone once told me that is cheating. Reference material is quite frankly a staple of drawing. Have a favorite pin-up painting? I can find you the photos used as reference. The key to art when portraying realism is to work from realism. Hell even comic book artists use reference. Get over yourself naysayers.

Installment one of Piss in My Cheerios And I Draw starts with the reference photo. I took a photo of JJ Plush the first time we worked together. That was back when I still took photos and felt creative. I had not become a whore for a paycheck at the time and actually cared more about compelling images than money. Do not get me wrong. I still make every effort to produce quality material, but I have most certainly shifted from my old "show concern and learn" method to a "churn, burn and earn" method. Regardless I have always loved this photo. In coming days you will see the starting photo, how I rough up a sketch, convert that to a line art version, do basic colors and then a fully shaded final rendering. I may even add a part where the line art version is taken to a pencil sketch. We shall see :)

Until then I will give you an image of JJ that I like to start. The gal can take a serious gag. I can put on a serious gag. The result is always dynamite!

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.