Tuesday, 28 October 2008

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

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

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

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

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