Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Back Where I Belong

I posted last week about being super-excited about going back to www.northernspanking.com for my second shoot. How right I was to be excited; I wish I'd worked with them when I first started doing spanking work, it's like being in a big, strange, happy, kinky family.

And how great was my joy not to be in charge! (It was VERY great, to give you a clue...) I woke up on Saturday morning and spent a lovely long time doing my face and hair, before trundling into the kitchen to be fed breakfast. So, pretty much like being a teenager again, really, but without the anxiety... As always, there were lots of people milling around doing important things, but I just ate toast and thought 'mmm; I'm going to be spanked, ALL day, and I'm going to be told what the stories are, and who I'm meant to be, and even what PANTS to wear, and HOORAY for Lucy McLean et al....'

Over the next two days, we shot and shot and shot, but these were my favourite bits....

1) Trying to maintain a vaguely Russian accent while being spanked for, like, an HOUR.
2) Crying and crying and crying over something I hadn't actually done, but which seemed entirely real at the time. (Hooray, super director...)
3) Being utterly vile for 40 glorious, spoilt, continuous, Amelia-Jane minutes and pretending to faint to avoid being spanked by my tutor.
4) Whee, working with Stephen Lewis, who really should get spotted by a casting director one day...
5)Oh, gush, gush, gush. It was all lovely. And I got spanked in the bath. And the water was PINK.

And then I flew happily home, having had a wonderful, spank-filled time with lots of lovely people, and feeling excited about seeing the finished product. Hooray for being a model, and not a producer! Can't recommend it enough.


This was my (entirely true) postive post about being a spanking model. Next, I shall write about the joys of being a bondage model. This might have to be made up. La la la.....

Sunday, 27 April 2008

Cinderella Syndrome

Hmmm, this is something I've thought about for a long time. And hoorah, I've got a blog so I can go on and on and on about it.

Since I've been a teenager, I've noticed a tendency in myself to enjoy life's dramas, especially if I'm the victim of bad circumstances or (even better) bad people. It's not that I enjoy having horrible things happen to me, it's just that I kind of (oh, lordy) enjoy the feeling of being rescued from the situation. Mmmm, especially by big strong men. And you need bad stuff to happen before you can BE rescued.

Now, this is all very dysfunctional, and I realised it wasn't very attractive, so I've really tried to stop WALLOWING when things go wrong. I thought it was just me; but when I started meeting other people in the BDSM scene, I realised there's quite a tendency in submissive girls (and maybe boys too) to relish being a victim. I noticed it so often that I started calling it (to myself) Cinderella Syndrome.

I think it's basically this; believing that, like Cinderella, your everyday misfortunes somehow make you more desirable to everyone else. And that everyone will want to know all about everything that goes wrong in your life, because it's actually terribly attractive to be a martyr. And that you don't need to take responsibility for making things better, you just need to wait to be rescued (like Cinderella by the prince). Now, it's very fun to be a victim in a scene, but when it spills over into real life, I'm worried that it might be a bit tedious.

Alas, just when I was feeling all EVOLVED, and as though I'm now immune to self-pity, the BDM (huh) pointed out that so far my blog has included;-

A post on how awful my flu is.
Another post about my flu.
A post about how much I hated being in charge of a shoot.
And.... a post about losing my diary.

And then he suggested that perhaps I might be suffering from a little bit of Cinderella Syndrome. Which seems a bit unfair, because he only even knows it EXISTS because I made up a word for it :) So I'm going to spend the week writing upbeat, happy posts about things I've enjoyed doing recently. Of which there are many, but I didn't want to show off.

And from now on, if I post gratuitously about how awful everything is, everyone is allowed to ignore me and/or call me Cinderella.

Amelia-Jane xx

Wednesday, 23 April 2008

I am a Disaster

Oh, for heavens sake. Today I had a day off for the first time in a few weeks (apart from the days I spent lying on my back, glugging Lucozade) and I had a super time on Oxford Street buying modelling clothes and eating cake with a lovely girlfriend. Then I went home and realised I'd lost my diary.


I have nine months of bookings in there, which I'll never remember on my own. And I'm not at all sure whether anyone who finds it will send it back to me, because I suspect it might make entertaining reading for someone with a non-kinky life.

I feel very sorry for myself.

But worst of all, the boyfriend/Dom/Master has been trying for months to make me zip up my bag when I'm out, because I'm always dropping stuff and inviting pick-pockets. And I have ignored him.


I think he is very likely to punish me, and I think he might actually be right. This is a very poor end to the day, and I feel rather ashamed of myself for;-

a) Ignoring the BDM's very sensible advice.

b) Kind of lying to him earlier when he asked me if my bag had been unzipped when the diary went missing.

c) Oh, lordy; just losing the most important thing I could possibly have lost. Apart, possibly, from my head. Or the actual BDM. Or my virginity. Hmmmm.

Anyway, I shall post a picture now, to distract myself from the horror of this particular Wednesday. And hopefully to distract you too :)

Friday, 18 April 2008

My favourite games

Wheee! I'm off to shoot with www.northernspanking.com later today, and I'm so excited :) This is why I know I'm happier being a spanking model than a spanking producer - it's a lovely feeling, just having to turn up and act, really just like going to a friend's house to play, which I did a lot when I was a child. Here is a list of my favourite games which my sister and I made up;-

Witches' boarding school (hmmm, very much like Harry Potter, but we made it up first...)

Second World War (which involved us being very hungry evacuees and talking about powdered egg a lot)

Poorhouse (mmm, this involved us being horribly abused orphans, and eating crusts of bread)

WORKhouse (even worse than Poorhouse, we had to pull a plough, and had to collapse a lot from exhaustion. My sister didn't enjoy this game very much, but it was my favourite and I was always pestering to play it...)

Bomb. We had a lamp-post outside our house which ticked fabulously. We pretended it was a bomb, and took it in turns to tie each other to it, after which we had to escape. I was EXCELLENT at this game :)

So spanking shoots are really very similar to what I used to do just for fun. Except that there's actual spanking now, as opposed to imaginary cruelty. And it's my job. Hooray!

Now I must go and pack, so I shall post more when I'm home on Sunday. EXCITED!

Monday, 14 April 2008

Needing a Sanatorium

I am properly ill, it turns out. And how lovely that I've got a blog, otherwise I wouldn't have anywhere public to make a big fuss about the symptoms. I had a shoot yesterday which I couldn't cancel, and must have infuriated the makeup artist by blowing my nose and wiping off the makeup over and over again. She was very patient, and kept re-coating my nose in extra-thick foundation to hide the neon-glow.... And then she basically painted a whole different face on top of my one, and I looked fine in the pictures. Miraculous really - she even had something to stop my eyes being blood-shot. Have never modelled with flu before, am amazed how much a makeup artist can do to hide the evidence. We should all have one...

Is interesting that in bondage and spanking work, hardly anyone ever bothers with them. Gags tend to destroy makeup so I suppose it'd feel like a bit of a waste - and I've always been fascinated by what my hair does when I get spanked. It sort of re-arranges itself on my head and weaves itself into a weird kind of mat that sticks straight up. Which would be a total waste of anyone's hard styling work. I'd really love to have a stylist who'd ensure that I ended a spanking with my hair behaving like a lovely, shiny waterfall. Huh. And without my makeup smeared on the sofa.

I can't cope with being actually upright any more, so am going to lie down and drink some more Lucozade, which I'm heartily sick of now. I'm wishing that I belonged in an old fashioned girls' school story (not for the first time...) and that I could be sent off to a sanatorium to recover from my long, serious illness....

'No!' Cried Amelia-Jane, 'I simply must stay here and help the Upper IV to victory in the netball match against those beasts in Lower VB!'

The easy tears of someone who is not very well spilled down her pale cheeks, and Miss Newton knew that poor Amelia-Jane would not be playing netball again for some time. 'My dear, you've had a fearful illness, and added to that awful shock for you and Flynn last term, you're thoroughily exhausted. You'll need a good rest before you can come back to school - so we'll send you somewhere with good doctors who can make you well again'.....

Ahhhhhhhh :)

Saturday, 12 April 2008

The Strength! The Grace!

Except - not really. I used to be a ballet dancer, before I got taller than all the men who were meant to be able to pick me up. This actually happened when I was about 12, but I soldiered on because I loved it so very much. And thank heavens I did, because it turns out that kinky people often have a very special place in their hearts for ballet dancers. Why? I do not know. Certainly dancing en pointe is supremely masochistic, in an not very hot, blister-y way. Maybe because ballet is all rarified and mannered, so thinking of a ballet-dancer being, well - DEFILED - for example, is rather interesting.
Anyway, being a bondage and spanking model has given me the chance to re-live all my ballet fantasies; and here is one of my favourite ballet/fetish shots, taken at Easter by www.johntisbury.co.uk
And here is the story. I arrived at his studio, and he kindly carried my suitcase upstairs while I said hello to his wife and his cat. He chose my outfit from the selection I'd brought (ballet skirt and pointe shoes) and I put them on while he made me a cup of tea. Still talking to his wife, I started down the stairs, holding my tea and wearing my pointe shoes. Then I fell down the stairs, throwing my tea at;-
a) The ceiling (where it dripped back down onto me)
b) The stairs
c) His wife
d) The cat
And then I cried, while they kindly mopped up all the tea, including the splashes which had fallen on my shoes. Fortunately, when I'd recovered a little, I was able to help clean the ceiling, because in pointe shoes, I was the only one who could reach.
Then he took pictures of my legs until my face was doing normal model-things again :) And here is the picture. Hope you enjoy it :)
Ariel (because there was no spanking in this story, only bondage)

Friday, 11 April 2008

Mmmm, Cake.....

I'm still testing what my blog can do, so this was an excuse for trying to post a picture. I'm not sure if this will count as obscene, or pornographic. If so, I think something bad will happen. I don't THINK it is though.
I am still ill, and have eaten nothing except Lucozade for 3 days. And I'm getting super-thin. And rather weak. Amelia-Jane can't come out under these conditions, she needs fuel in order to be bratty and demanding. And my wrists hurt when I type. And you can't EAT Lucozade, anyway, but I've lost the ability to write properly in English. Ooh, dear, my precious blog is going downhill, and it's not even a week old yet! I'm trying to use this picture as inspiration.... At the time it was taken I remember thinking the cake looked super (I took at bite out of one of the pieces of fruit cake, actually) but brrrr, nothing is working today....
Ooh, have just been properly self-obsessed on my blog. Wheeeeee! I promised myself I wouldn't, but I don't even care....
Amelia-Jane (suddenly emerging...) Mwah. MWAH!

Thursday, 10 April 2008

I am not Sir Alan Sugar :(

And I really thought that maybe I could be. Having worked as a spanking model and often written my own scripts and sometimes kind of directed them, I thought maybe it was time to have my own website and to be an ACTUAL PRODUCER. My boyfriend/Dom/Master (haven't actually worked this out yet) is a proper successful bondage producer, so I've been watching him very beadily over the last few months and decided it didn't look too hard to do.

So having enlisted his help, I planned a two day shoot as a sort of experiment to see if I'd be any good at telling people what to do.

No, I am jolly well not.

Niki Flynn, like the Good Fairy of Spanking, offered to model so I could practice on her, and since I love acting all bratty and horrible when we're together, I though that'd be just super. I chose a super-lovely Top with years of experience, and a good photographer friend of mine offered the use of his beautiful spacious apartment. BDM (the boyfriend/Dom/Master) couldn't have been more helpful, doing the whole director of photography bit AND wading in front of the camera to be the Top on the second day. Even the location owner kindly offered to do some spanking for us (OUCH! Niki and I both regretted asking for his help - he was VERY enthusiastic, with a terrifyingly good technique for a beginner!)

But I'm afraid I kind of hated it. I couldn't concentrate on getting into character, which meant all the spanking hurt a LOT more than normal because I wasn't in the right kind of headspace. And I HATED, HATED, HATED telling the Tops what to do. And being in charge of how much Niki got punished REALLY freaked me out. I've seen her getting spanked and caned both on film (mmmm, am a bit of a Niki-stalker) and in real life, but as soon as it was my responsibility to make sure everything was ok, I lost my nerve and kept wanting to cut.

Basically I suppose I felt guilty, guilty, guilty for making people do what I wanted them to. And I've discovered how much I really love being employed by someone else - it makes me feel all safe and comforted, and, well, sub.

So I shall do something with the stuff we shot (some of it is absolutely SUPER, I'm particularly excited about the spanking music video we made) and go back to being a humble model.

I wonder if there are subs who really enjoy being the boss in their non-sexual life? I obviously can't cope at all, but surely some people can......

Wednesday, 9 April 2008

Amelia and Ariel have got a blog :)

Oooh, how very exciting. I'm sorry to anyone who found the blog and was disappointed that I hadn't actually written anything; I don't really understand blogs yet, and didn't know anyone could find it :)

Anyway, this is my first proper post EVER and I feel shy. So I'm going to explain about myself. I'm Ariel Anderssen and Amelia-Jane Rutherford. This was a bad idea, it turns out, but I wanted to have two names for two different and important bits of me.

Ariel Anderssen is submissive, and works as a bondage model. When I'm Ariel I'm pretty willing to please, really; so I'm nice and obedient and very suitable for tough suspensions, big gags etc :) You can see lots of my work on www.restrainedelegance.com where I have my own little series within the site called Restrained Elegance Nights where I explore the darker side of my fantasies.

Amelia-Jane is not in the least submissive and needs to be punished quite often. So that's who I am when I'm doing spanking work. And sometimes in normal life when the mood takes me :) You can see me on www.firmhandspanking.com where I've directed some of my own work, and when I understand my blog better then I'll jolly well post a list of where you can see me...

I'm not sure how I'm going to use my blog, I can't imagine being organised enough to post every day, but I'm going to try to work out how to put up pictures, cos I'd like to be able to do that...

Anyway, hello, thanks for finding my blog, and do come back and say hello when I've posted more stuff and maybe even made it look a bit professional.

Ariel (today - I've got a virus, and am certainly not up to making a great big fuss about anything. But being in a nice warm cage and fed Lemsip would be just fine)