Bondage Photo Shoot - Expenses Incurred

Alrighty then, just what the heck does one of your photo shoots set you back M?  Let me make one thing clear here, this journal entry is not a bitch or a whine.  Please understand that every single piece of work uploaded onto dA, irregardless of the quality, cost somebody something.  This stuff does not magically appear out of thin air.  Listed below are items and services that Uncle M Productions foots the bill for at each and every shoot:

1) Photographer.  My photographer has been in the business for over 25 years and knows his stuff let me tell you.  The equipment he uses at each and every shoot is valued in the tens of thousands of dollars.  Compare the images his camera and lens produces next to a very good digital SLR that you would pay say $1,500 for and you won't go back.  After the shoot each and every photograph is cleaned up and my logo inserted by my photographer.  This is done on an expensive computer running expensive software.  Between the shoot and processing my photographer invests two full days of his time and considerable talent in the project.  Does he get compensated in monetary terms?  You betcha.  

2) Studio space.  Ever wonder where we shoot?  In a room in a building is where.  Heat?  Light?  Maintenance?  Taxes?  Alas, we are not a part of the occupy Wall Street movement and consider it poor form to demand free shoot space as a constitutional right.  Don't get me started on those brainless, you owe me man... fuckers.  Opps.  Did I use a swear word in a politically incorrect statement?

3) Props.  Where did that chair, table, stool, swing, rope ladder, plate, cupcakes (insert object here) come from?  I either go out and purchase the props (Safeway gets a lot of my money.  "Honey?  I see we have more Safeway points.  What did you buy?"  ) or I make them with my own hands with my own tools and materials I purchased with money I earned.  We don't steal our stuff.  

4) Speaking of Safeway, I feed the entire crew lunch, beverages and snacks at each and every shoot.  On me baby.

5) Custom clothing.  You think Sisi goes out and purchases material then designs and builds all those clothes and accessories for free?  "Here Uncle M, please use all my custom clothes I create in order to make a living, pay my bills, have a life and not sit on my lazy ass in a tent on public property and demand the fat cat capitalist swine take care of my every needs."  Damn, there I go again.  Like my photographer, Sisi gets compensated in real terms and fairly I might add.  

6) Make up artist.  "Ummmm....I actually purchase my kit supplies Uncle M and I would like to be reimbursed for them if you please."

7) Stockings.  I love stockings.  Stockings are mandatory at a shoot.  My cookie folks.  I purchase them.  All of them.  Stockings can and do run, though I am very, very good around them and rarely get runs in them.  

8) Shoes.  Yup, I participate in the costs of shoes.  Not all of the time mind you, but if Sisi has her eye on a specific pair for a shoot we make it happen.  $$

9) Rope.  Most important part.  I spend $100's in rope each year.  Rope gets dirty and the rope I use does not wash all that well.  My girls get fresh rope.

10) Web site.  Owning a web site is akin to owning a boat.  A boat is a hole in the water in which to pour money.  A web site is a hole in cyber in which to pour even more money.  If you think for one instant that us guys and gals that own and operate a pay web site are raking in the dough...think again.  Mine was attacked late last winter and was irreparably damaged.  I came within a whisker of taking the thing down and walking away never to venture into the world of cyber again.  Turns out like any business these days, one needs a web site to showcase yourself.  I have something now that is clean, simple and actually setup to display galleries properly.  Dumped more than enough of my resources into fixing and upgrading the site and what you see is what you get.  I still have many hours of fixing broken links in the behind the scene section ahead of me.  

11)  Pre shoot breakfast/lunch meetings.  It is our custom and practice to sit down over a meal and discuss and plan shoots as well as critique past shoots.  Our shoots run like a well oiled machine for a reason and that reason is pre-planning.  Plan you work and work you plan as they say.  I have these meetings with my models at least twice a month and more if need be.  The tab is on me and we don't do the fast food thing.  

12) Uncle M's time.  Uncle M is the creative pervert behind the pinup bondage of Uncle M Productions.  The art is his vision. Uncle M works for free.

Bondage Shoot-Providing Deniability

Not revealing the identity of a model at my photo shoots is a topic that comes up more often than not these days when in negotiation with a potential model.  In the very beginning of this venture, we took great pains to protect the identity of all our models and even went so far as to block out the models eyes by photo shopping in a silly black bar.  Anna was our first model to announce at a shoot she had no problem being recognized and the flood gates opened from there.  

One of the drawbacks of only using unpaid models as opposed to models that get compensated in monetary terms, is the issue of having images of themselves plastered all over the internet in bondage no matter how classy the work is.  Many very attractive and very willing women have come to me and expressed a keen interest in doing a bondage shoot but were extremely hesitant to do so because of career or personal reasons.  Elementary school teachers, bankers, lawyers, sales professionals, office workers, managers and even doctors have shied away from shooting because photos of this nature could be potentially damaging in more ways than one.  Of course and quite apparently, there are more than enough attractive women that have no such issues and get more than a little pleasure in seeing photos of themselves on display for the world to see.

I could go into some detail why a paid model would be no more expensive for me or in some cases even less costly than photographing a model that is unpaid.  As you can read, I am taking great pains not to use the terms "professional" and "amateur" because as far as I am concerned the woman I shoot are as professional as they come.  They just don't model for a living is all.  They model for me because they enjoy doing pinup style bondage which is the whole point.  Is the model being PAID to look happy and excited or is she ACTUALLY happy and excited in the photograph?  Cost is not the issue here folks.  Realism is.  

Yes of course we will work hard to ensure model confidentiality.  There are lots of very clever and classy ways to hide the identity of a model during the shoot.  Photos, while owned by Uncle M Productions, do not necessarily have to be posted on my website or even on the internet if agreed upon prior to the shoot.  Your role in the shoot may be limited, but damn it if we like each other details can and will be ironed out.

Cheers!

Live bondage Art ~ Our Next Step

When I started out on this bondage photography art venture almost four years ago, it was my declared intention to one day stage a live bondage art exhibit.  For those of you that do not know, my bondage art is a passion of mine and not how I make a living.  I have a business degree and spent my entire career in the sales field.  "You're a salesman Uncle M?  Shocker."  No formal education in arts or theater, photography, fashion, web design or any of the skills one would think are needed to pull off high end bondage photography art and then market it by what ever means possible.

What I do have is a passion for bondage as an art form, a clear vision of where I want to go with my passion, a game plan and the ability to attract and surround myself with people that share my vision and are willing to work with me.  Please note the "willing to WORK with me."  There are plenty of people that want to come along for the ride for personal and even selfish reasons.  Free photos, the opportunity to tie up a pretty young thing, free whack-off material, etc., etc., etc.  I've weeded those people out and have a very tight, highly skilled (look at what Sisi does for us in the outfit department as one example) little group or posse as we like to call ourselves, working towards the same vision.

The pieces are now in place for our next step.  I now have a great deal of confidence in myself as a rigger and visionary of high class bondage art.  Stand my ground and take on all comers kind of confidence.  Kick ass clothing designer and first class make up artists on board.  World class photographer.  Stunning and motivated models that are thrilled at the prospect of being bound and displayed like a trophy Uncle M style.  A solid reputation in the community of being highly professional in all our dealings.  Last but certainly not least, friends that can help facilitate the event and make it a success.

More on this as it develops.

You're going to display me like this?  At an art gallery?  In front of people!?

You Still There Uncle M?

Yikes!  It's been far too long since I posted...oh dear.  Please forgive.  Late January and early February I was busy as hell with a massive 4 model photo shoot and sorting out bondage sets to be uploaded onto Pinup Bondage for the weeks I was to be away out of the country on holidays.  Had all my duckies in a row I did.

Holidays were grand and I came back fully refreshed and confident business had been taken care of in my absence.  Not.  Due to some serious technical issues at my webmasters end Pinup bondage was two weeks behind on updates.  WTF?  Just as we got that all sorted out Pinup was the victim of a massive attack that repeatedly brought it down.  Long story short, some peep somewhere discovered a weakness, exploited it and from the looks of things posted his/her find on a board somewhere.  We were getting hit from all over the world folks.

As a result of this attack, Pinup Bondage has been damaged quite badly.  The casual observer will not notice anything amiss but my webmaster tells me there are server errors galore now.  Who would of thought little old Uncle M and his merry band of bondage models would be so popular eh?  :)   This attack has forced us to make some changes that we hope are for the better.  More security and other options to be presented that do not require a membership to obtain bondage set downloads.

Thanks for your understanding!

Cheers!

Uncle M

Bondage Shoot w Sisi and Annette

Yesterday was a shoot with veteran model Sisi  and new comer  I have done over 50 shoots with 34 different models,  being the 34th, and this shoot was unarguably one of our best ever. Ranks right up there with the best we have ever done.

I arrived at our pickup point 10 minutes early and there waiting for me was  Not only was she early, which impressed the hell out of me, Annette had her make up on and was all set to go. Folks, this is huge in my books. Now, I am many, many years Annette's senior which no doubt was a major factor in Annette being so quiet during the ride to our little studio space. The ride started at 7:50 in the morning and after a short pit stop at Safeway and swinging by Sisi's place to pick her up, we didn't arrive at the studio until 9:45. Poor girl was cooped up with the old man for almost 2 hours. 

Sisi immediately took Annette under her wing and was acting like a mother hen. This is good. I could sense Annette's nervousness melt away once Sisi was in the picture and I can't thank her enough for making Annette feel at home with our little crew. As for costuming, Sisi took full control and man oh man......  That is all I am going to say on that matter until some of the photos are posted. 

Folks, we had a blast. The shoot was productive, calm and relaxing all at the same time. Yes this was the first time  had been tied up and yes she enjoyed the experience. In fact Annette was so comfortable posing while bound that our photographer was more than a little surprised that this was her first time in bondage. It was good bondage too. 

I have to add that Sisi absolutely rocked during this shoot on so many levels. Sisi picked up on the fact that Annette is vegan and prepared a special lunch, at her expense, for both her and Annette. Class. 

Oh, one other thing. Don't be going and asking  for any of the bondage photos. I own them. The non bondage photos knock yourself out, Annette has my blessings to post away. Bondage you get from me so please leave her alone in that regard. Swoon all over her once you see some of them however. That is encouraged. 

Cheers!

Bondage ~ Kink or Fetish?

Bondage kink or fetish? Is there a difference? In my mind yes. I have to admit that up until recently I did not see much of a difference between the kink and fetish communities. It was some of the comments and feedback I received after my bondage workshop that brought to light the very real differences in the two. The workshop was focused on how to tie up your partner in a safe and oh so very secure manner with inexpensive rope. Also emphasized was bondage as a visual.

My rules were simple...no sex and keep your clothes on. No topless women OR men thank you very much. Keep your titties and hairy chest to yourself. Check your bag of sex toys at the door too. 

What I did, and this is in the eyes of those involved in the kink/BDSM community, is divorce the event from kink and put it squarely into fetish. That would make me a fetishist and not necessarily a kinkster. The past 4 years or so I have had a look at the kink/BDSM community and to tell the truth, have found it chock full of drama. One could write a book on it and I certainly cannot begin to give it justice in this journal entry. Suffice to say, I want little or anything to do with it. 

Look up the meaning of the word fetish and where it originated from. An object of mystical powers. A good looking woman, beautifully attired in tight artistic bondage has a power over you M? Oh yah. 

A New Model

We never stand still at Uncle M Productions and strive to improve the quality of our unique style of bondage art each and every time we shoot.  Our next shoot will feature a new model to us, Annette who will be teaming up with one of our veterans, Sisi.  Annette has never done any pinup style modeling before let alone bondage pinup.  This is a first for this young lass and we have something special in mind.

Sisi, the creative sole that she is, assures me that the costuming for this shoot will be something to behold.  Think Jessica Rabbit.  Hoboy!

Happy Birthday to me!

A birthday present from a friend and fan that I thought I would share.  http://silenceyoursword.deviantart.com/

Bondage=BDSM=Sex?

My little bondage workshop that I wrote about in my last journal entry was a roaring success. A roaring success in my mind at any rate and I went away pleased as punch. Helen bravely volunteered to be my canvas or demo model for the event and oh lord did she put on a show. Allowing yourself to be tied up and photographed at a closed shoot is one thing. To be bound and displayed on a table in front of a crowd of 25 strangers, then have Uncle M invite the audience up front for a very close up look to study the bound canvas, is quite another. 

Helen was attired Pinup style and was wearing the red waist cincher and skirt Sisi created for our Steam Punk shoot. Black stay up stockings gave Helen's legs a nice sexy sheen. A pair of black knee high boots, (Helen called them "Hooker" boots) and a long fur lined coat completed Helen's look. I was attired in clothing that made me feel comfortable when in front of an audience which is slacks, dress shirt, jacket and tie. Together, Helen and I presented an image to the audience that was far removed from what one would expect at an event such as this, which was our intent. 

As I was introducing Helen to the assembled masses, my little canvas slowly undid her coat, slid it from her shoulders and revealed herself. Helen then took my hand, perched herself on the bondage table and proceeded to peel off her boots. She then sat there daintily as you please, kicking her delicate little nylon encased feet, toes pointed downward of course, waiting not so patiently for the bondage to begin.

The rules for the evening as set out by yours truly, was this is a no sex event, no expectations of nudity and check your play toys at the door. If there is not going to be any sex why would you feel the need to run around the room topless as so many women and men do at these events? That goes for the vibrators, whips, crops, canes, electrical stimulator's and the like. 

Guess what. People appreciated the rules. Both men and women showed un-partnered but easily found somebody to either tie up or be tied up by. There were also some bondage newbies at the event as well. Women. Young and very attractive women. This was all very new to them and to a women, thought bondage and BDSM were one and the same. Of course where there is BDSM there is sex, again in their minds. It never occurred to them that there could be a separation between bondage and BDSM. Not only did I acquire several converts to our particular style of bondage, I picked up two new models as well.  

Here endith the lesson.

Uncle M

Bondage Workshop

Rope Bondage Workshop ~ A Sensual Experience
Hosted by Uncle M Productions
7-10pm

An instructive, hands on workshop dedicated to the art of restrictive rope bondage as a sensual experience.  This interactive workshop will allow the participants to view and then practice various bondage positions designed to immobilize in a safe and comfortable manner.  Simple easy to learn techniques, minimal knot tying with affordable and therefore plentiful rope, will appeal to the beginner seeking a pleasurable or sensual bondage experience as no levels of pain or discontent are discussed in these classes.  The more experienced bondage practioner will not only enjoy seeing a different bondage style in play, but the facilities space and equipment as well.  

Bondage etiquette, sensual, appropriate touching and communication between rigger and willing bondage partner are paramount to a mutually satisfying bondage experience.  Rediscover some of those lost or forgotten skills that are all to often taken for granted.

Uncle M will demonstrate various restrictive ties with one of his Pinup bondage models, attired as a Pinup bondage model.  The experience for the model wearing pinup or fetish apparel vs comfortable clothing or no clothing at all is deliciously  different.  Come and discover how. 

 The Lounge offers ample space to pair off and practice rope skills.  Classes will consist of one hour of instruction followed by two hours of bondage play.  A suspension frame as well as various bondage equipment are offered by Libido      Lounge and will be made available during play time.  There is no expectation of nudity and this is a no sex event.  While there is no dress code, feel free to dress up a little or wear comfortable clothing to make the interactive portions   easier.  Rope in limited quantities will be available for loan.

Class # 1
Basic hogtie -  Uncle M will demonstrate how to hogtie your partner simply and effectively using a single length of rope and one basic knot.  
Basic hogtie with crotch rope - The next step in hogtie bondage.  Discover a simple technique, effective on both the female and male partner,  that increases the security of the bondage and enhances the overall experience at the same time.   

Class # 2
Chest Harness and Wrist Tie -  The classic chest harness is an easy to learn must know tie.  A chest harness serves as an anchoring point for wrists and ankles as well as suspension.  Properly done, a chest harness not only looks cool, it feels so good your bondage partner is not going to want to take it off.  A 50 foot length of rope will be used to demonstrate the tying of the harness and an additional 25 foot length for the wrists to harness bondage.  Uncle M will introduce a conical tool called a fid and show how this amazing tie is accomplished without the use of a single knot.  

Class # 3
The "Helen" Hogtie - This ultimate hogtie was created for and perfected on one of Uncle M's favorite models and is named after her.  The hogtie consists of rope on the upper and lower arms, wrists, knees and ankles.  A 50 foot crotch rope secures the subject in what has to be one of the most deliciously intense hogties imaginable.  Uncle M will take close to an hour to complete this hogtie that consists of 200 feet of well placed rope.  This is a fun tie and plenty of time will be given for practice!


Non Libido Lounge members please contact Uncle M via email: unclem@pinup-bondage.com to be included on the guest list.  Directions to the Lounge will then be provided.  Please state your name and the name of your partner if attending as a couple.  No nick names or handles please.  

Cost $15.00 person / $25.00 couple
Cookies and beverages provided.

Bondage from our early years

Just a few samples of the type of bondage style we did back in the day.  We have evolved from not paying much attention, if at all to what was in the background, to the clean uncluttered look we do today.  From the damsel in distress or DID to a Pinup style.  The Pinup style is a lot harder to do as you have to put some thought into adding props for interest and colour.  

My challenge in upcoming shoots is to combine both styles into something unique.  Add a little more excitement to the art.  Growth...it's all about growth.  

Jennifer and her pal, Red.  Well Red is my pal too actually.  :)

Our first photographer Tea, gets a taste of what it is like on the other side of the camera.  

Officer Jennifer takes her job seriously.  No handcuffs for her.  Noooooo.

A study in frustration.

Busy with Bondage

While I may be guilty of neglecting my little blog, the same cannot be said about the bondage part of the equation.  A very successful bondage event held at Xcitement , photo shoot with Diana and a new mystery model, interviews with two new potential models, one of which can be found on her Deviantart page, welcoming a former model back into the fold (lord has she blossomed and when I get her OK will post either a link of some recent photos) and just generally busy scheduling, budgeting and planning for 2011.

As Christmas is fast approaching (yes Christmas and not the politically correct winter festival.  Don't get me started) I will not make you suffer through any witty dissertation before one gets to the photo part of the blog.  Most of you probably skip right to the photos anyway, pervs that you are.  That is what I would do.  :)

Enjoy!!

Something Santa leaves for good little boys and girls.

Something Santa leaves for REALLY good little boys and girls.

Coldest day of the year...furnace goes out.

Conversation with wife early yesterday evening:

wife:  "It's cold in the house, why isn't the furnace working?"


me: "Hummmm...dunno, let me check it out."  (vision of big honkin repair bill)


me:  "The pilot light on the furnace is out!"  (crap...I'm sure I paid the bill)


wife:  "How did the pilot light go out?"  (in a tone of voice that says it's my fault)


me:  "The wind must of come down the vent pipe and snuffed it out."  (best I could come up with considering the pressure I was under.  Hurriedly checked that the gas was flowing into the house by testing the gas fireplace, bbq and meter outside.  All good)


wife:  "Do we need to call a repair man?"  (lets see now...after hours, freezing cold, furnace out, EMERGENCY repair...$$$$$$.  That would be a no)


me:   "I AM the repair man and can certainly relight the pilot."  (in a tone that suggests confidence but with copious quantities of bullshit lathered in)


wife:  "There must be a number on the furnace to call, give it to me."  (wife is no fool)


me:  "I've got this...give me a minute."  (after turning the knob on the gas regulator to the off position as per the instructions, it got stuck there and would not turn to the pilot setting.  My life passed before my eyes) 


wife:  "I'm getting a sweater."  (wife then opens the oven door, cranks it up to 400 degrees then snuggles up with the dogs and a paper)


me:  (After several attempts the knob finally cooperates and I get the furnace going again.  Walk up to room where wife is)  "Done...up and running again."  (I say smugly)


Wife is beaming.  My reward?  An extra pressed chicken cutlet for dinner.  No snuggle, no sex no nothing.   

What I was hoping for.

Or even this.

Got this.

The Art of the Struggle

Anna talks about struggling while tied up.  Always the best part in my opinion.  :)

So after all this talk about bondage being comfortable enough to fall asleep in and such, you may ask “why is it that the models on Brandibondage struggle so much in the photographs and the videos?”.  Well, my darling audience, that is because struggling is part of what makes bondage fun.  Think about it this way – would you want to tie someone up, putting so much thought into the way that ropes are wrapped and knots are achieved, only to have them fall asleep and snore on you?  Probably not.  Struggling is an essential part of bondage, and without it, bondage would probably not be as appealing. 

There are, in my view (and this is taking it strictly in the acting sense), two ways to struggle.  There is the struggle that says “I’m helpless, I can’t get out of here, but I will struggle to show that it is futile to struggle”, and there is the struggle that says “I am going to get out of here.  I don’t know how, but hey, maybe struggling will help!”  The former tends to involve a lot of wriggling around, possibly trying to get off the surface upon which one is tied (please note here to not try getting off a chair when you are tied to it!), and perhaps, when requested by a fan, reaching helplessly for something out of reach that might just help you, like a cell phone.  The latter involves picking at knots with any and every moveable finger or toe while trying to escape, and sometimes contorting oneself into almost inconceivable positions to achieve this escape.  Escape is almost rarely achieved, and the only one I’ve ever been present at was recorded on tape and posted on Pinup-Bondage, with the promise that it would never happen again.  The best I have managed is to slip miscellaneous dead-end ropes through loops only to find that it was just something Uncle M had left there for me to play with.  What a tease!

The art of the struggle, I think, lies not in the motion and the success or failure of the attempt at escape, but in the intention behind the struggle.  There is a distinct beauty in the wriggling, the expressed helplessness, and the contortions models will put themselves in attempt at escaping, whether the intention is real or not.  There is also a fun irony in the fact that the models struggle as best as they can despite the knowledge that they will mostly likely get nowhere with their efforts, and also the fact that most of the time, the positions for the bondage is so comfortable that the models don’t really want to escape at all!  I know that for myself, there have been a few times where I have had to make myself struggle for the camera when I was content to just lie there.  At the end of the day, I think it’s a general consensus that struggling tends to be the eau de vivre for bondage, and without the struggle, the art of the bondage would be sadly deflated. 

A blast from the past.  Anna tried like mad to get out of this and asked us to leave her tied, which we did.  

Sleep Over Bondage Shoot

Anna discusses the "Sleep over" bondage shoot.

There is one requirement I have when it comes to being tied up in rope – it must be comfortable!  Girl has to be able to relax while participating in bondage or it just isn’t as much fun.  That being said, it should not be surprised that the sleepover photo shoot was among my favorites.  I mean, how many times in a model’s life will she be able to lie down on a comfortable bed, be snuggled by multiple stuffed animals, and wear pajamas?  For someone who is almost constantly sleep-deprived and tired like me, this shoot was absolute heaven.  In addition, this particular shoot was just too cute to be true – a little girl decked out in pink and surrounded by stuffed animals?  I’d go for it!

I have to say that, for me, hogties are by far the most comfortable, especially when it is on a very comfortable surface, like a bed.  As I settled into the pink sea of fleece blankets in my pink kitten-print pajamas, I was content to just fall asleep right there.  Actually, the hardest part was probably trying to stay awake and not doze off.  Round and round the ropes went, and when Uncle M was done tying, I felt as snug as a bug in a rug.  Well, a rug of rope and fleece that is.  I struggled a bit for the camera, but probably a lot less than

I usually do just because it was very comfortable just lying on my stomach hogtied, and really, it was more comic for the “victim” of rope bondage to fall asleep because she was just too comfortable.  Of course, through the careful arrangement of the multitude of stuffed animals present, I think little Anna was attacked and tied up by her overly cute stuffed animals because she snuggled them too much.

When the video camera went on though, it was time to do a bit more struggling.  My motive for the clip was to struggle for bit, give up (because it’s Uncle M’s rope work and there’s no way I can get out of it anyways), and then snuggle a stuffed animal and sleep.  And this was exactly what happened.  If you watch the clip carefully, you will see where I gave up wriggling and straining, and simply snuggled my sheep to sleep.  Poor sheep – I had no hands (obviously) to pull it towards me, and so it now has bite marks on it wool. 

As a side note, I think that there is something of glamour in flannel pajamas – the ease and solidity of the cut, the fit that tends to be just a tad bigger than a well-fitted suit, and the multitude of colors and patterns one can indulge in.  There is also the contradiction in flannel pajamas when it comes to glamour – although it would never be considered as appropriate work or even casual wear clothing, I have yet to find another piece of clothing that complements a woman as well, provided one does not pick a size three times bigger than what is needed.  Flannel pajamas aren’t as provocative as a crafty negligee or a satin slip, but they scream sexy and comfortable at the same time, which, in my mind, gives them more points than just being sexy alone.

 Photo from the sleep over photo shoot.  Anna had a heck of a time persuading her stuffed animals to leave the comfort of the pillows and join her.  

Pinup Icons

Last week I was introduced to a young woman by Gem when I stopped by her store to discuss our upcoming bondage night.  When this attractive woman was told I was Uncle M, she immediately took out her cell phone and pulled up one of my photos.  The photo was the cover shot of our Pinup Bondage book featuring Sisi and Helen in those gorgeous candy land outfits Sisi created.  I was pleasantly surprised to see our work being carried around on a cell phone (great word of mouth advertising) and I asked where she pinched the photo from.  Google was her reply.  Cool.

Now for those that are unaware, my webguy has activated a copyright script on my website that prevents visitors from doing the 'ol right click save as thing.  Apparently the script is easily defeated by those that know how but it does stop the majority of people from lifting the photos from the site.  A fan of our work has been sending me messages and emails, hounding me actually, on just how annoying and silly this type of software is.  From what I could tell he was pissed off and wanted me to deactivate the script.  Suffice to say the communication between the two of us was getting heated (this guy just would not go away) and I finally blasted him in one of my journals on another site.

Wouldn't you know it, I received a long and quite eloquent email from this fan in reply.  You have to admire this guy, one tenacious son of a gun.  Turns out he was just trying to help and had documentation to back him up.  The point he was trying to convey was let some of your art free, much like a flyer advertising a business or service.  Let people grab it and repost it.  Spread the word.

Alrighty then...two juicy photos that have become iconic for all you peeps to grab.  As for the script on my web site...I'm working on that and expect it to be turned off, at least on a trial basis very soon.  

Anna speaks on the chair tie

Although I do generally prefer hogties over chair ties for both esthetic and personal reasons, every now and again, I am tied into a chair and submitted to the camera for approval.  I have found that being tied into a chair rather than a stool is a little more comfortable, probably given that my back naturally curves and hunches, and the back of a chair helps me keep my back straight and free from cramping, and because it is a lot easier to remember to suck in the stomach when you have your back to a straight surface.  I also prefer to be tied from bottom up, as in having my feet and legs tied first and then my arms and hands, simply because I do tend to have some circulation problems in my hands.  Outside of my own personal preferences regarding chair ties, Uncle M is always very good at making sure the girls are safe and comfortable, and that circulation is still happening despite that yards of rope that are wound around them.  The ropes are always tight, but only as long as they are comfortable.  There is no point in doing bondage whenthe model is in pain – it simply does not make for a good photograph, having the face all scrunched up.

There are certain parts of the chair tie that I am fairly familiar with now, having been tied up about three times in a chair, and also having watched multiple chair ties – the harness that binds the chest and shoulders to the back of the chair, the ropes that allow the hands to be crossed and relaxed, the ropes that encircle the ankles and often bends the legs back at a forty-five degree angle and then are secured to the bottom of the chair, and the ropes that wrap around the knees to keep the look nice and tight.  The only rope that I slightly abhor is the crotch rope, which is never tied on me for the same reason.  Uncle M always makes sure that the girls are comfortable with where rope is going, as different people will have different comfort levels. 

Of course, there is always the snickering joke – “can you get out from that, Anna?” Uncle M always asks before the camera is switched on.  My answer?  I don’t even need to say anything, just roll my eyes and that is pretty much commonly understood as a “no…”.  I will admit I have tried many times to get out of a tie – including picking at a knot with my toes and pulling out rope from a seemingly-loose knot.  Of course, I never really get anywhere – Uncle M just seems to like to leave me something to play with while I am sitting there and the camera is flashing, probably because I can’t really sit still for very long and must fidget, and really, how much can one fidget where there are yards of rope wrapped around?  Oh well, still I try

Anna in her very first chair tie.  

Anna in her latest chair tie "Punk Queen"

Yes, yes I know one photo expands when you click on it and the other takes you to a pay site.  

  

Bondage Yin and Yang

Our next photo shoot in the works is one I have always wanted to do but until just recently did not have all the pieces of the puzzle to make it happen.  I'm a stickler for realism and a bit of a detail guy and I just do not go for any expression or action from the models that looks fake or contrived.  Sure, we ask for the pouty lip thing and the occasional "oh nos" look but these come easily to the models because they are comfortable and having fun.

For the photo set I have in mind, the right combination of factors had to be there in order to pull this off.  Chemistry...must have the right chemistry.  To do a little girl on girl one needs two girls that like, you guessed it, girls. I was also looking for a more mature look and I have to be careful here.  Two ladies that could well be soccer moms.  I've been around soccer all my life and I find some of the moms hot and yah, I'm finally in a position to make one of my fantasies a reality.  Eat your hearts out.  :)

Suffice to say I have two incredibly hot ladies that fit the bill and are very eager to work together.  I'm eager for them to work together for petes sake and am counting the number of sleeps until shoot day, much like I do when the Christmas season rolls around.  The only difference is, I'm wrapping my presents and not unwrapping.  Note to self...remind the two ladies that I wrap but do not unwrap so negotiating for an on set un-wrapper would be a handy thing to do.

For this shoot I am going to have one model dress in black and white, the other in white and black.  One will be sporting a black waist cincher with all white top, bottom, stockings and shoes.  The other model a cream waist cincher with all black.  One will be blindfolded with black bondage tape, the other gagged with a strip of white cloth.  See but not speak, speak but not see.

Each model will be placed in my signature hogtie and then....told to fly at it.  I just hope my camera guy can keep up is all.  My vision is for elegant, tasteful and highly erotic photography art.  This set will be printed in book form in its entirety and some of the photos may make it onto my website for promotional purposes.  Who am I kidding, I'm going to show some of these photos off for sure so no worries.  The best of the best however will be offered only in print form.  Stay tuned for details.

Cheers!

M  

Anna displays, and quite nicely too, the Uncle M signature hogtie.

The Long Lesson ~ Part 10 of 10

Facing the back wall of a dark closet, bound to a chair unable to move a fraction of an inch in any direction, gagged so well that a ticking clock could drown out the sounds of my feeble attempts at communication and left completely alone, time literally droned on and on. I was more than a little worried at this point of my bondage ordeal if not down right scared. If it wasn't for that damn nylon stocking draped over my throbbing cock, keeping it throbbing I might add, I am sure that I would of soon lost my erection and would be in true misery.

The amount of drool that had been flowing from under my gag was so great it reached the ropes surrounding my chest and was wicking right through to my bare flesh. At this rate it would not be long before my mouth dried out and a parched throat would add to my already considerable discomfort. I was tired, hungry, desperately needed to stretch my limbs and wanted out. By my calculations I was well into my third 24 hour period of very strict and intense bondage and I was not looking forward to completing a third full day and definitely not prepared for a fourth.

Eventually and after what I was sure was several hours, the closet door opened and wife dragged me out of the closet and positioned the chair with me still tied tightly to it in the middle of the room. Wife took one look at my cock and simply shook her head. By this time a large volume of semen had leaked out of the tip of my penis and plastered the nylon stocking firmly onto the head of my cock. After hours and hours of boredom, seeing wife even if she was in a pissed off mood excited me to no end. Perhaps the end of my ordeal was near and she would realize that enough is enough already. No such luck as I was about to discover.

Wife unceremoniously removed the nylons that were hanging from various parts of my body and the chair and graciously un-gagged me. The gag was hardly out of my mouth before I hoarsely asked for a drink of water and wife made me beg for several minutes before she presented a glass of tepid tap water to my eager lips. Wife held the rim of the glass tantalizingly close to my lips and made me state unequivocally that my every single need for existence relied on her good will. She allowed the tip of my tongue to taste the nectar of life before she pulled it away just out of reach. Before I was to be given the water I was to agree that this was the only help that I was to receive from her and I would not be untied by her hand nor would she bring anybody in at my request. Bondage I wanted, bondage I was to get. I needed the water and agreed.

What came next surprised the hell out of me. Wife slipped off her panties that she was wearing under her dress, tore off the nylon pantyhose that was plastered on my cock and straddled me. She gently guided my cock into her pussy and sat full on my lap. I was given an expressionless look as my wife sat there on my lap completely motionless. By the way my lap was bound to the chair my hip motion was very very limited and in spite of a herculean effort could not thrust up at all. This had to be the most frustrating sexual moment I had ever experienced in my life or since truth be told.

However from my heightened state of arousal, the warmth of wife's pussy surrounding my cock was all that was needed to catapult a sticky stream of fluid deep inside my wife. My entire body spasmed for several seconds before my entire nervous system just seemed to collapse. I was completely spent and simply hung there in my ropes. Without saying a word wife dismounted and left the room momentarily and returned with a damp face cloth. I was treated to an all too quick washing that nonetheless sent waves of pleasure cascading down my body from shoulders to my two bound big toes. A rare and welcome treat to be sure.

If I thought that this was to be end of my bondage, those hopes were soon dashed. The material laying on the floor that was used to gag me was picked up and re-applied. This time the elastic bandage that was round around my lower jaw to keep the ball in place was wrapped to tightly my cheeks bulged over the top of the bandage. Wife then straddled me once again and stated coolly that she hoped I enjoyed being inside of her because that was the last time I would be granted that privilege as she put it. My wife then took out a pair of rubber ear plugs, the kind swimmers use, and before my ears were plugged told me in a matter of fact way that she was leaving me and hoped that I was having fun.

My eyes went absolutely wild, I muffed through my gag and I struggled furiously as wife smashed the plugs deep into my ears cutting off all sound. Wife closed the curtains to ensure what I assumed my complete privacy. The chair was turned to face the door and I watched in disbelief was my wife walked towards it. Wife stopped at the doorway, placed her hand on the light switch and gave me one final look. I detected a small smile on her lips as she toyed with the light switch and finally dropped her hand leaving the light on. With the light left on there was little chance of me getting any sleep and wife knew it. To top it all off my back was to the widow and the curtains were shut tight which meant I would have little or any indication if it was night or day. I now realized why I was not blindfolded. This was to be torture, physical and emotional.

So began my third 24 hour period......

....wait a cotton pickin' minute here M.  This is it?  I've been reading all 10 parts of your story and it ends without ending?  Where the hell is the rest of it!?  

The long Lesson ~ Part 9 of 10

By this time I had been very tightly trussed up for the better part of two full days and I was getting this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that this was far far from being over. Even though I knew that struggling was all but useless and only served to chaff my skin, I did it anyway. Difficult to explain why as the more I struggled the more it reinforced in my mind I was stuck and stuck good. Truth be known, for the first time since wife had tied me up a wave of defeat descended down like a dark rain cloud. No way was I getting out of this mess without someone else's help. Not a snowballs chance in hell as they say.

I had two options as I saw it; beg like a school girl and swear never to ask to be tied up again or ask to be placed somewhere public where I would be discovered and hopefully be untied by some good Samaritan. Both plans however counted on the kind heartiness of my dearly beloved wife. Plan one had some merit but convincing wife that I would never ask to be tied up again or tie myself up again for that matter might not fly. Wife knows how I love bondage and simply would not buy the never to be tied up again line. Begging might work so I planned to give it a shot. Failing that my plan was to ask for public humiliation, perhaps she could invite some of the girls over for tea. Heaven forbid I be dragged out in the apartment hallway or even worse the foyer of the building. Only serve to embarrass her as well as myself so I felt confident that would not happen.

Several hours later wife appeared, pulled up a chair next to me and sat down on it. She asked if I had come up with an escape plan for which I nodded emphatically nodded yes. Wife looked at me, tilted her head and stroked my cock with the index finger of her right hand and inquisitively re-inquired if I truly had come up with a plan. She did correctly point out to me that I all too easily achieved an erection so I couldn't desire to be untied THAT badly now could I? The witch had me there to be sure.

Wife leaned over me and was about to release the gag when she looked me square in the eyes and with a look and tone that would send shivers down the spine of the most hardened criminal asked again if the plan I was about to plead was worthy of her consideration. If not I was warned, the consequences would be grave. The seriousness of her expression, tone of voice and body language caught me completely off guard and the worse possible thing that could of happened to me happened. Blood drained from my face and within seconds I was ashen faced. My eyes pleaded with her which only confirmed her suspicions I had come up with nothing creative of the sort. The blood from my face drained to, you guessed it, my cock. My poor steel was throbbing so hard you could take my pulse just by looking at it and to top it off, was literally dancing under my wife's touch.

At that very moment my fate was sealed. In spite of over 48 hours of hard and very intense bondage I was enjoying this all too much in my wife's opinion. All she was looking for was a sign that I had enough and my raging cock was a powerful indication of just the opposite. If she would only take off the damn gag I could explain to her that my entire body ached for a soft bed and warm blanket. My circulation was good but my wrists and ankles were getting sore and raw from all the struggling. I desperately wanted to lay my head down and get a good nights sleep as being tied upright was not all that conducive to sleep. This was not to be the case, not by a very very long shot.

Wife grabbed me by the ears and scolded me like a rotten little child. When she said no help from her she meant it, none, nada, zero. In anger and disgust wife dragged the chair I had become one with across the carpet on the way to the spare bedroom. Wife made it a point to stop for a short breather when she got to a set of suitcases sitting in the foyer of the apartment. When she was satisfied that I had seen them she continued on.

She was seething as she opened the closet door and pushed me inside facing the back corner of the closet. Wife picked up the bag of used nylons that she had stored there and threw them over top of me commenting that I like the feel of them so much that I could live with them and my ropes in the closet for ever as far as she was concerned. She was sure to drape a pair of nylons over my cock just to heighten my “enjoyment”.

My belly churned as wife shut the closet door and then slammed the door to the spare room as she stomped out. I gulped when I heard the door to the apartment open then close. The sound of the deadbolt clicking into place terrified me as I finally came to the realization I was in “true” bondage. There was no one to help me in any way shape or form and I could not move a muscle in my defense. Wife was pissed and had tickets to fly out lord knows when for she certainly didn't share that information with me. She could of packed and be on her way to the airport for all I knew. I threw my head back and moaned into my gag as I felt a trickle of semen on the head of my cock. All I could do was wait......