April 16, 2012
Candle Boxxx
Today I shot with Candle Boxxx from Candle’s Fetish Boxxx. We worked together once years ago and happenstance put us in the same place at the same time again, so I took the opportunity to photograph her. On top of the (rather obvious) fact that she’s very beautiful, she’s smart, funny and always a pleasure to work with. I shot some amazing scenes for a video release that’ll be available soon as well as some photographs for this blog. Next time around though, I’m definitely going to make it a point to photograph her in bondage.
March 31, 2012
Ahead of time
”Take them off and hold them out to me” I said to Trouble about the panties she was wearing. She slipped them off and did as she was told, looking at me with equal parts willingness and contempt, which is exactly what I wanted of her.
The metal cuffs made a clanking noise against the wrought iron rail and with every little movement we were closer to drawing attention to ourselves, to what was happening. The air was warm, sticky and it reminded for some reason of the beaches of Lake Huron, which I visited every summer when I was younger. Maybe it was the smell of her skin or her bare feet so delicately resting on the wrought iron, but for a moment, all of this was happening someplace else, in another time. Trouble and I didn’t have a future together and we both knew that, but I wished just then that we’d shared a past and just for a moment I was by the fire in Port Austin with her standing next to me.
I remember the sky always being the sort of blue that is so vibrant that it seems impossible because it’s really almost black. I remember stars and the sound of the water lapping at the shore as I folded the corners of the sheet of newspaper in on themselves and carefully pushed a toothpick through all four of them. I would turn it over and set it carefully on the fire, watching it expand with hot air and fly away as it burned. We called them “Hailey’s comets”, but I’m not really sure where or when that started. I was usually alone when I sent them up, but for a moment, she was standing next to me, watching them fade into the night sky.
The clanking noise of metal on metal brought me back to the moment and made me realize that I must be foolish, hopeless romantic at heart because in front of me there was a beautiful woman handcuffed to my balcony, holding her panties toward me and the place that my mind had taken us in that moment was to a beach that was a few thousand miles and almost two decades away.
March 3, 2012
Starri Knight
Starri Knight and I have a long history, but differences in geography have meant that we haven’t worked together quite as frequently the last couple of years. We are changing that though, starting with today with this set of her in bondage. There is a lot more to come, including appearances on the tickling, femdom and fetish sites she appeared on before and new material for a project in development! Needless to say; I am happy to have Starri back!
February 8, 2012
Carina
Circus Wanted
A pair of misfits is seeking a circus to join. We have skills of all sorts, including lion taming (ok, they aren’t really lions; chihuahuas with lion cuts, but it’s great, trust me), fire breathing (this isn’t always intentional, but it’s kept mostly under control), tumbling (this happens most often after attempts at breathing fire) and all sorts of dazzling feats that are sure to draw a crowd. We’ll work for cheap (you can pay us in booze and tutu’s), take up little space (though we are raising a mouse army that requires a good deal of pampering) and have our things packed. Looking to start immediately.
I’d written this post on craigslist as part of the correspondence between Carina and I and I was holding the response in my hand. I looked at the ornate handwriting on the postcard and without reading a single word I knew who it was from. Her penmanship always made it seem that the address was drawn and not written. I walked outside of the mail service with my keys still in hand and I looked at the front of the card. It was a David Lachapelle print full of vivid colors and pretty faces. It had a circus-like quality to it that felt like Carina through and through. We’d been sending one another books and trinkets, postcards and letters for a long time, keeping a distance and sometimes falling out of contact, but always finding one another again.
I’d known Carina for almost three years before we ever spoke on the phone and still to this day we’ve never met in person. We became acquainted by accident in a webcam chat room that I was monitoring, when I mistook her for someone that I knew. By the time that I figured out that she wasn’t who I thought she was, I was already enjoying the conversation so it didn’t matter. It sort of reminded me of a time when I was very young (first grade perhaps) and had let a helium balloon go with a note attached to it that had my address on it. I’d gotten a pen pal that lived not far from me in exchange for one red balloon.
She’d sparked my interested initially because she was a photographer as well, as fetish was her speciality. She photographed live shows and identified herself as a domme, so we had more than a few things in common. From what I could see of her photo’s she seemed like someone that I’d want to have model for me; as we talked more it seemed less important to have her model for me and more important that I should know her.
When we finally did speak on the phone, I was taken by the dreamy quality of her voice (which matched her hand writing perfectly). I thought that if I’d ever created an imaginary friend for myself, it would have been Carina Crash and if you told me that I’d dreamed her, I’d hesitate to tell you otherwise. We talked for hours at a time, making lofty plans and discussing our own personal trials and tribulation. We laughed, which was something that I really needed just then. She had a knack for calling when I needed to take my mind off of something that was troubling me and after a few minutes on the phone with her I’d usually forget what I’d been blue about.
No matter where life has takes either of us, I feel these years later that I’ll always have a friend in Carina Crash. When we finally do meet in person it’ll be a monumental occasion that will be filled with great pomp and circumstance. It’ll be befitting of a friendship that has grown even without our ever having formally met; it’ll be as though as though the circus has come to town.