Spring Time!

Well, good lord. I'm back from a trip to Morocco, and, as always, am appalled at myself, and both flattered and rather amazed by the gracious people who post comments on my blog. Thank you! I've became phobic of visiting my own blog because it shames me so much, seeing the evidence of my own laziness, and the kind supportive comments everyone else seems to manage to find time to write.

I've also been reading a super book called Blood, Sweat and Tea by Tom Reynolds, a UK ambulance-driving-hero-man (oh, bloody hell, I suppose I should link to it and I seem to have broken the thing that does that) http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blood-Sweat-Tea-Adventures-Inner-city/dp/1905548230 Oh good heavens, it actually worked. It's based on his blog (ha, shall link to it now!) http://randomreality.blogware.com/ and not only am I impressed by his lovely writing and kindness, but I'm shocked and amazed that he managed to write a blog that was LONG enough to turn into a book. This makes me EVEN MORE ASHAMED.

So I'm trying again. It's springtime, I've been shooting with the BDM (Boyfriend/Dom/Master for those of you who are new to my blog, or just can't face trawling back over past entries) outside, in the bluebells. In purple handcuffs. I have many things to say, having been absent for so long, but I'm trying to control myself, and organise my blog into shorter, more frequent posts. Like a proper blogger. In the meantime, I shall say that I very much liked being photographed in handcuffs that matched the surroundings. Thank you BDM.

And Leia Ann Woods http://leiasnewmusings.blogspot.com/ SPECIFICALLY told me that it's ok to post one-sentence blog-posts. Like;-

'Mmmm, red shoes.' presumably. Which is the kind of thing she says. You may think this would be a bit unsatisfactory, but she assures me that it's ok. Thank you Leia!

Vanilla Flavoured

Hello everyone (apologies as always for being so awful; but how nice to have comments from all the kind spanking models who are clearly a) more organised and b) more polite than me and comment like proper grownups on other peoples' blogs. Thank you everyone for your comments - I think I'll start writing posts that actually start answering peoples' questions. Maybe one a week? 'Blogging Wednesdays' maybe :)

Anyway, it's recently come to my attention that normal people sometimes read my blog. I had a normal(ish) shoot on Saturday, and at the end, the photographer said 'Good luck with your orange walls!' Hmm, I thought he was a scary psychic, but it turned out he'd just researched me rather thoroughly and FOUND my blog, even though he wasn't shooting me as either Amelia or Ariel. Wow! After feeling a little bit exposed (and awfully impressed with him) I realised that actually there are a few people I know of who aren't really into bondage or spanking, but who kindly visit my blog anyway. I do wonder if you think I'm mental, but it's very nice to have you.

So, in honour of any vanilla readers, here are some vanilla facts about me :)

1) I don't like ice cream, especially not vanilla.

2) Mmm, I REALLY like sword fighting. I used to do it, and loved it very much (mainly because it was a little bit like BDSM though - I always made sure I lost)

3) I trained in classical theatre, and used to tour the UK doing Shakespeare plays before I discovered modelling.

4) Oh good lord, I'm scared of spiders, being underwater, monsters hiding in cupboards and blood tests.

5) Urgh, I can't bear to look at shellfish. Brrrrrrr!

6) Well, this is a bit boring. I'll stop now.

Urgh, boring myself. I shall go back to discussing spanking and bondage. At the moment I'm thinking about spanking machines, ball gags and obedience training. Hooray!

A/a

Forgot I'd got a Blog!

Oh lordy. I'm so sorry to anyone who's been visiting my sad, unkempt blog. I forgot.

I can only hope that anyone who's moved house might have some sympathy. At present, all the rooms are full of boxes, just as they were on the day we moved. But in addition to boxes, we have added, over the past couple of months;-

Piles of partially stripped wallpaper

Weird heaps of spice jars. Why are there so many?

Nests of clothes, which don't really seem to belong to either of us

About 100 white pillow cases. I keep finding more, and I'm scared that they've found a cupboard somewhere, and are busily PROCREATING, in the mistaken belief that this will help.

I already thought my life was quite full, but I was entirely wrong. I spent today painting a wall orange (I'd already painted it orange, but it was the WRONG orange); washing up all the brushes and rollers, and then realising I'd missed a great big chunk of wall, which is, therefore, STILL the wrong orange. Tomorrow I shall be shooting, and I'm very likely to have bits of orange paint on me when I do so. Hmmm.

So I'm so terribly sorry. I really shall try to do better. There hasn't even been time for any spanking work, though the BDM has manfully found time for plenty of real-life spanking. Well done him :) I'm awfully happy, just horribly, horribly busy.

Sorry everyone! And thanks for reading, I really do appreciate it, I'm just incapable of actually taking responsibility for myself, my life or my blog. I am, however, a very determined wall-painter.

Ariel and Amelia :)

Kept Woman

Good heavens! This week is very momentous for me. On Thursday I am moving in with the BDM (to newcomers to my blog, this stands for Boyfriend/Dom/Master because he very cleverly manages to take on all three roles). I'm very happy. I do try to be careful about posting personal information on my blog in case it's being read by arch-enemies or, you know, stalkers, but I'm just going to splurge all sorts of personal details now, because I have run out of self-discipline...

I've been living on my own in my flat in London for the last 2 years. And it's been very, very ordered and tidy. But rather lonely. There isn't really much space for the BDM here, but he's spent lots of time here, and I think that my neighbours might be a bit sick of us. I do try not to be noisy, but BDSM just IS noisy, so I think it'll be good to be in a house instead.

Our new house will have a DUNGEON, so that the BDM can use it as a studio. This is actually factually incorrect. The new house will have a STUDIO, which can be used as a dungeon when he's not working. But in my head, it shall not be a studio. Oh no. Flash heads are not sexy. Is a flash head even a real thing? Good lord, maybe I'll learn more about photography once I'm living in an actual photographer's house.

Anyway, it's not his house. We're buying it together. It's 2/3rds this house and 1/3 mine. And my 3rd shall be very very clean :)

And these are some things that I'm looking forward to. Sorry, they are not all kinky. But the picture I posted at the top of the post is, so if this is boring, just look at that for a while instead, and IMAGINE what the post might have been about....

1) Eating dinner with my boyfriend, at a dining table, instead of eating on my own, at my desk while trying to reply to emails.
2) Sharing a bed. Or a room at least, I'm not sure if I'll be allowed to sleep in an actual bed.... I wonder if I can have a sort of giant pet-basket?
3) Not having to schedule time together as though it's a military campaign. I'll just magically see him, every day (sort of - I'll still have to work away a lot)
4) Being able to have people to stay - I haven't got space at my flat to have more than one person at a time (or a very friendly couple) and I'm so looking forward to that!
5) Being a terrible, apologetic, submissive landlady. I hope my future tenant isn't reading this, because I can already tell I'm going to be a pushover. I've just bought her a new oven, entirely by accident and against my will.

Now I'm going to stop writing before I publish my address, bank details and mother's maiden name. Sorry for gushing, but I really am very excited!

A/a

Am Ghastly. And Tiny.

Happy days! www.northernspanking.com have just finished editing 'Ghastly Amelia-Jane', which is, to date, one of my very favourite shoots ever-in-the-world. Lucy kindly asked me what I'd like to shoot and I, with a general lack of professionalism, just reeled off what I was fantasising most about at the time. Which was;-

a) Being woken up especially in order to be punished. This is actually one of the few fantasies I have which I don't actually want fulfilled (PLEASE, BDM). I hate waking up, and am groggy and sad if made to do so. But the idea of being punished while that defenseless is hot. And I've always fondly imagined that I'd be super at withstanding interrogation with sleep deprevation thrown in. In my fantasies, I'm always very brave :)

b) Being punished by a private tutor. I like the combination of spanking and spelling tests very much (what a freak - I never revised for them when I was actually at school, and hated them very much - though not as much as times-tables. But now I LOVE them). I like trying to get the answers right. Watch the video and see if you can guess whether I'm being deliberately stupid, or whether, perhaps, I don't know very much about structural engineering....

The film is going up on Northern Spanking in several parts, starting this week. So go along and have a look. When I watched the final edit, I laughed a lot; it's proper spanking - and I loved Paul's efforts to be reasonable and patient - he puts in a a super perfomance.

Thank you, Lucy, for letting me shoot my fantasy! And thank you also for photographing me so that I'd look small. I really do, and it makes me so happy!

A/a

Bars and Stripes. And a Cold.

Well, well, well. What a strange shoot this looks like. And indeed, it was. See if you can work out the story from the above stills.... I'm not sure I can help you, to be quite honest, even though I was there. It's all a bit of a blur....

http://bars-and-stripes.com is an absolutely super CP website/virtual world. I was tremendously excited to discover it existed, and went and worked for them for the first time about 18 months ago. Last week, I went back for a second go. One of the lovely things about B&S is that it's basically a soap opera - there are characters who always appear, and once you've been admitted, you get to keep shooting for them until you've done your time. Yay!

I get to play a particularly unpleasant incarnation of Amelia-Jane here. She's a corrupt lawyer who's finally been found out after years of dodgy dealing. She's awfully clever, and terribly patronising to the long-suffering members of staff (particularly Officer Stephen Lewis, who she looks upon as her inferior). Fortunately for them, this prison allows the use of corporal punishent, so every infraction is swiftly dealt with.

So off I wandered, to a chilly studio in North London, to deliver myself into the hands of Governor Michael Stamp for 2 days. You can fit an awful lot of spanking into 48 hours. An AWFUL lot. And lovely though the team undoubtably are, they are not gentle (how could you be, really, in a prison?). As is traditional at spanking shoots, we started with the lighter scenes and progressed to tougher stuff later on. But even the first hand spanking seemed to hurt in a shocking and un-natural way. OUCH! As the day progressed, I didn't get any braver. The scenes were wonderful fun, but everything was so painful! Even the strap-of-joy (named because it LOOKS scary, SOUNDS scary, but is really surprisingly kind and gentle) seemed pretty severe... We ended the first day with a flogging and 12 stroke caning. And I cried. A GREAT DEAL. Which is fine, except that I was meant to be playing a tough, haughty criminal. I went back to the (super, purple) hotel with a sore throat from screaming so much, feeling rather baffled by myself. Was I losing my kink? I wondered...

The next day Matron arrived. I love her very much, and was a fan a long time before I met her. I'd been so much looking forward to working with her, and suddenly there I was, in the hospital wing! After a charming introductory scene ('take off your dress!' 'No, I jolly well won't, you nasty common woman...') she pulled me over the examination table and began the CP action.

And I cried again. Which Amelia-Jane would certainly not do in front of Matron. I was ruining my character's integrity! This made me very sad. So I cried some more, and asked to cut. I recovered myself and we carried on, but I was beginning to feel like I'd stepped into someone else's body. WHY did it hurt so much?

I went home, still baffled, and sad that I might have scared all the lovely people I'd been working with. Then I sneezed. And started to cough. And crawled into bed for two days.

Spanking modelling. Not an easy job when you're going down with a virus.

Fortunately I'm better now, and it no longer hurts to be spanked. The BDM has been experimenting, and he says I'm completely cured :)

Thank you, Bars and Stripes, for having me back! You are tremendous! I hope I didn't give the whole prison my bug.

A/a

At Home with Mr Electrician

This week I am having work done on my flat in preparation for letting it out (and buying a house with the BDM, which might take a while due to solicitor-related DRAMA), and my first visitor was an electrician, who basically moved in for 3 days. Fortunately, the super people at Bars-and-Stripes.com were on-hand to kindly offer me accommodation and generally abuse me for a few days, so I wasn't around to see my poor little flat being sliced apart. (more to follow on the B&S shoot - it was super but I don't have any pictures yet).

But I've never had people I didn't know in my flat before, and it caused me some problems. To what extent should one de-kink one's flat when strangers are coming to work there? Well, I'm not the kind of girl to have modelling pictures all over my walls (too depressing in the morning, really, when your reflection bears absolutely no relation to the photograph), so that wasn't a problem. One of the BDM's pictures of me is normally up in the hall (it glares over my shoulder if I'm looking in my bathroom mirror - spooky!) but I'd already packed it away...

The horrid thing is that you become blind to your own surroundings after a while. It took some serious concentration to spot a riding crop hanging on the front door (I hid it in the wardrobe with the Janus magazines and all my hats) but even after wandering round and round the flat trying to see it through vanilla eyes, my problems weren't over.

If I was left in someone else's flat, I think I might look in their cupboards. I realise that this is not a good thing, and I do hope that perhaps I wouldn't, but I MIGHT. So, it follows, my electrician might well do the same thing.

So I had a look in my drawers in order to see the contents through his eyes. (A bit loony, you might say, since I hadn't even met him yet...) Hmmm. I suddenly realised that I didn't want him to know I was sub. Somehow I felt as though it would be altogether less shaming if he thought I was some sort of ball-breaking, leather-clad dominatrix. Why? I suppose that maybe it'd make him want to do an awfully good job with my wiring? Or maybe just because it's so far from the truth that I wouldn't feel exposed? Or am I a little bit ashamed of being submissive - I do hope not!

Anyway, I took everything that looked vaguely 'toppish', of which I have very little. Actually corsets are pretty much all I have, along with some little leather outfits which I never wear...
And I hid anything more incriminating underneath. Cos, OBVIOUSLY, no one would rummage THROUGH a stranger's drawers? Surely they'd be content with a little look at the top layer?

And off I went to my shoot, obsessing all the time. Good lord, how will I cope if and when I live in a house with an actual DUNGEON?

A/a

Actual Art

Ah ha. My blog isn't all about spanking, you know. Sometimes it's about other things. Like bondage. NO!!! Sometimes it's about whole other things, like normal photo shoots. And here is evidence of one, just in case you thought I'd completely lost perspective and wasn't doing any actual proper work any more.

Wrong! Part of my trip to America involved a week's journey with my photographer friend, who took the above pictures, and who's website can be found at www.xanaduimages.com

I've been working with him for a couple of years, so we decided to travel round California and Nevada and get some location work done. He's still working on the pictures, but I posted some of his studio pictures as a sort of warm up.

He's a lovely chap, and is very into trying to create images of strong looking women. Alas, I do not like to look strong. I want to look like a poor, sad, orphan. But I do try, because he's so nice.

I'll be working on his stand at the Erotica Exhibition in London this year, so do come along and see us and all our pictures. There'll be pictures of other models too, but I hide them under the table when he's not looking. Urgh, other models. Amelia-Jane hates those....

A/a

Not Clever Enough for a Blog

Ha! I'm so sorry everyone; I couldn't remember my password and so couldn't log in and post! Suddenly remembered it, hooray! I am TERRIBLE at organising this kind of thing. If I manage to employ a bodyguard he'll have to be in charge of passwords too....

And I'm home, back in England, and very much in love with the way it looks, with lovely golden leaves falling, and enough chill in the air for me to wear all my new knitted clothes. I bought them in Los Angeles last month, and they barely fitted into my suitcase on the return flight...

I do apologise for not posting before; from now on things should be better because I've got a hideous, scary Blackberry thing which I think I can post from while I'm travelling. Thank you very much indeed to everyone who likes my work and has been visiting my blog even though I'm ABSENT! Thank you, it makes me feel happy and guilty all at once.

I've felt so guilty that I haven't even been able to look at all the other spanking blogs, because it just REMINDS me that I'm hopeless at posting... So I think I've really been punished enough, don't you?

I've been having a marvellous and interesting time at work. I try to go to LA once a year, because it's got such a high concentration of bondage and spanking producers, as well as the sort of climate that makes doing outdoor location shoots (with non-fetish photographers cos I'm less likely to be arrested that way) both rewarding and comfortable. So my September included the following interesting things (leaving out the non-kink stuff because I can't link to it without COMPROMISING MY IMPORTANT OTHER CAREER IN POLITICS/THE SAS/THE BBC/THE FBI and all that);-

-Shooting for http://www.shadowlane.com/ TWICE! Yay! Shadowlane produces proper, feature-length movies with glamorous settings and lots of beautiful people. Wow! On the first day I got spanked by Arthur Sire, who is very attractive indeed, well done him. And Keith Jones punished me on day two. Hoorah, he's lovely. Ladies, if you get a chance, do let him spank you, it's like being punished by Rhett Butler;- charming but awfully firm. Mmm, Rhett Butler. I love him. Thank you Shadowlane!

-Getting over my 'Being Spanked by a Woman Feels Wrong' feelings, by working with Clare Fonda of http://www.girlspanksgirl.com/ and Chelsea Pfieffer of http://www.goodspanking.com/ . Well, how interesting! I'm very heterosexual, and never really fantasised about being punished by a woman; furthermore I was a bit scared that it'd hurt my pride too much. Being the victim of a big, strong man is one thing, but submitting to a lady (who will ALWAYS be smaller than me, ALWAYS) feels more threatening. I was tempted to try not to react much. And failed. Ouch, it was tough, But lovely fun, and I hope that one day I might be able to top like that. For now, I shall be content with having silly girl-crushes on any woman who CAN top properly. Woo!

-Then off I went to shoot with the lovely Jon Woods and Lorelei of http://www.americandamsels.com/ and http://www.bedroombondage.com/ . And got tied up lots. Whee, they suspended me in their garage! And let me do reverse prayer. Thank you Jon, thank you Lorelei! They were the first US bondage producers I worked with, and have always been super-supportive and kind. I do love this industry most of the time. Oh gush, gush ,gush, shut up and carry on with the story Miss Rutherford.....

Hooray, off to http://www.pavelphoto.com/ to shoot pantyhose. At least, that's what he does with everyone else, but he always ties me up too. I'm not complaining, but isn't it strange? Have a look on his preview page and see what I mean. Whee, thank you, Pavel - I love pantyhose (and bondage....)

And on my very last day, I trundled off to http://www.dallasspankshard.com/. And he really does, which is why he had to be scheduled last. But what lovely fun it was! He does a terrible thing, making you turn over an egg timer when he starts spanking, and then NOT STOPPING until all the sand has run through. And after that he got out a terrifying wooden paddle with holes bored through it.... Bloody hell, I do hate paddles. I kept falling over after every stroke to give myself some recovery time, but he wasn't having any of it and held me up while paddling me. Which, I think, is deserving of some praise - I'm sure it's a VERY tricky thing to do. Sabrina, his super girlfriend, took stills, and we had a lovely long talk about spanking. I love her! She'd organised the best costume ever for the shoot - I've always wanted to be a cheerleader. And she gave me the lovely white boots to take home, which I crammed into my suitcase with all the knitwear... Then I went back to my hotel, ate my very last meal from Del Taco (mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm) and flew home. 10 hours on a flight after a Dallas shoot is not to be recommended, but it was marvellous to be home.

The BDM met me at Heathrow, and we took a week off work to remember how to have a relationship and to have walks in the park with all the lovely autumn leaves. And I remembered what BDSM is like when it's not work. Different. And perfect.

Welcome back to my blog everyone. I'll really try harder this time!

A/a

I am the dom. The DOM!

Hello everyone. Ridiculously late post, am very sorry, as always. I've been Mrs Busy, and haven't been in England much. And I'm rubbish.

But I've been experiencing some interesting things at work this month! I've been in Spain with the BDM, shooting for www.restrainedelegance.com with my friend Sammie B and Elle Tyler. And very fun it jolly well was. I try to direct 50% of the stuff we shoot on location trips because it's too much for one person, really (even when he is a DOM). So I made up a couple of stories, and off we went. Whee! Being a director at the same time as trying to act is not ideal, because it's very uncomfortable to criticise someone else's performance when there's no one there to do the same to you. But it certainly was interesting...

We started off with a harem themed story. Because the dom tends to drive the action somewhat, and the story would obviously be most familiar to me (because I'd, like, WRITTEN it) I reluctantly decided to cast myself as the 'head girl' of the harem, who bullies everyone else. Ouch, this meant I was going to miss out on getting tied up, which was a sacrifice, but it did mean I got the fanciest costume in compensation... Elle and Sammie played run-away harem girls who get re-captured and blackmailed by EVIL ARIEL into being her slaves while the Sultan's away. And did I abuse my power? Oh yes I did.

A few hands-free pedicures, cruel punishments and gratuitous insults later, Sammie and Elle turned the tables on me (the relief! I have no words to describe it!) and tied me up so they could escape again. Whereupon the BDM over-rode my original ending, and decided that Evil Ariel should be whipped. Hello? Why? Does this happen to real proper doms? Errrr, no, it doesn't. I, however, got tied to a St Andrews Cross and flogged. Hmmm, I don't think it did my status as director much good...

After taking a break from any kind of authority while we shot the BDM's Indiana Jones themed story, our third day of shooting found us trying to shoot a Roman Epic. With 4 people. This was my idea again, I'm afraid. I'd been very taken by the film 'Spartacus' when I saw it as a teenager, especially the beginning, with poor Spartacus staked out to die in the sun. So in what I'm going to call 'a sensitive re-creation of the original', Elle got the same treatment. Whereupon she was rescued by two seriously kinky Roman ladies, who, instead of training her as a gladiator or anything boring like that, invited her to join their bondage-orgy...

I did NOT enjoy giving up the best part (from a Damsel in Distress point of view) to Elle. Oh no I did not. But I really was trying to be professional... I got into my stride a bit with domming (I think I'm quite good at being a nasty, bitchy, bullying type, but RUBBISH at being a sensual or genuinely authoritative type....). Hooray for real doms. That's all I can say.

A/a :)