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.

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!

Catsuits and crushed elbows

Over an hour of jacked bondage!

Something that always amazes me are those moments when you think you're being too taxing on a model and they keep going without pulling the plug on the set. You reach a point where every minute that passes you think is the last minute of film you're getting of this punishing position on an exquisite girl. You even get to a point where you have your finger near the button to shut the camera off, but that moment doesn't happen.

I had already put Chrissy Daniels through a snug chair tie where she struggles her ass off for a very long time. She drooled, kicked, moaned and thrashed not only tied up tight but also cinched tightly to the chair. Those chairs are not comfortable and having your arms crushed up against bare wood is not exactly spa treatment. After about 30 minutes of dealing with that she put on a black catsuit in less than 2 minutes and was again in a terrible predicament. There was rope everywhere and her elbows were wrenched behind her but good. Just like before she was crazy in the ropes and never stopped moving. I actually had to pull the plug on things because I had far more film than I needed of the set.

That's when the magic happened. This wonderful gal shook her head and told me to keep going. I had already kept her tied up for more than 60 minutes total in two really tough positions, and she was telling me to do more. What can a guy do? I put her on the floor, wrapped tape around her face and them cinched her into a strict hogtie. I let her go at it again. She had dealt with the chair tie, dealt with the catsuit tie and was now wriggling around in a just plain mean gag and a punishing hogtie. After 14 minutes, and I'm am not kidding, she finally tapped out and still let me do an interview with her tied up at the end.

I'll explain those 14 minutes from my perspective. When it started I thought we'd get 2 minutes max and it would be over. After 5 minutes I didn't even know how I was going to film more. I'd already rushed through all my panning script to get the right angles convinced it would have ended by then. Every time she blinked I was sure she was giving up, but then she'd just start struggling again like it was the first position of the day. After 10 minutes I had to put the camera in her face to make sure she was okay. I was worried she was so worn out she didn't have the ability to say she was done, but she just started struggling again. Finally 14 minutes had passed with my finger on the pause button the entire time. It was only then that she stopped moving and nodded when I held up the "are you done" signal.

I've put people in that hogtie and not had it last 4 minutes. She went 25 minutes counting the gagging, being put in the hogtie and being in the hogtie. She did that immediately after another 25 minute set. She did that with only a 2 minute rest from another 20 minute set. That must have been the most grouping hour+ of her life. I know it was for me. I was in action mode ready to jump in and cut her lose at any moment, and it never happened. It was just plain incredible!

Image courtesy of Therapy Gone Wrong Episode Three with Chrissy Daniels.