Meeting a Bondage Models Mom

Sorry about being absent from the blog thing for the past couple of days, I was busy with bondage business and stuff.  We are putting together a Pinup Bondage event for November 26th, details to follow, which is keeping Gem and I occupied.  My good friend Jennifer had a birthday bash last Thursday which was a barrel of kinky fun.  Wardrobe business with Sisi on Friday and we are moving ahead very nicely on building a first class selection of clothing for our models. And last but not least, my wife was off from work Thursday and Friday and I couldn't get near the computer to blog even if I did have the time.

Now, what's all this about meeting a bondage models mom eh?  Lets make a few things clear here right off the bat.  I'm not referred to as "Uncle" for no reason.  Sounds better than "Dad" and way better than "dirty old man" as most of these attractive women that model for me are young enough to be my daughters.  The bondage aside, I treat each and every one of these young ladies as I would my own daughter or niece.  I've become a bit of a father figure to some of them in fact, which is a role I cherish.

I have met the mothers of two of my models in the past year (I will not say which models) and found them both to be lively conventionalist's, full of life and very, very proud of their daughters.  To be given the opportunity to even meet with a models mommy, let alone spend time with them especially after being introduced as, "Mom, this is Uncle M, the man that ties me up." brings a tear to my eye.  A word of advise fellas.  If this ever happens to you, make damn sure you look mom square in the eyes and as the commercial says, never, ever let her see you sweat.  Try not to stammer either.

My first mommy encounter was at a photo shoot if you can believe it.  I was shooting a dark haired bendy model and her friend on the same day Miss dark haired model mom was in, visiting from out of town.  "Would it be OK if mom came along and watched the photo shoot?"  Hard to say no and I didn't.  The morning of the shoot I picked up my model, her friend that was going to model along side her and of course mom.  It was a good 45 minute drive to the shoot location so we all had our favorite caffeine fixes along with us for the ride.  So far so good.

Along the way I was playing tour guide and as I pointing out landmarks, the young friend of bendy model suddenly asked what high school I went to as a kid and when did I graduate.  I saw no reason to withhold that information, so I told her.  Turns out I went to school with her mom.  Oh dear.  My tea latte dribbled down my chin and landed on my lap at that bit of news. It gets better.  It was at that point that mom called me a pervert.  She had me cold.  Not a leg to stand on.  I had a look in the rear view mirror and caught miss bendy smirking, throughly enjoying my discomfort and wondering aloud how I was going to deal with that stain on my pants.   

Once we all got settled in at location (this was an all day shoot) things went very smoothly indeed.  Mom fit right in, nestled into the couch and spent some quality time with her daughter.  All in all a lot of fun.  Mom and a few other family members received framed prints from the shoot for Christmas that year from a loving daughter.

Moral of the story, keep your nose clean, be honest and the rest takes care of itself.

Cheers!

M