Goddammit…I’m sick. 🙁
I’m going straight past the “denial” stage to the “ugh, I’m sick” one…this hit FAST. Yesterday, my throat was raw, coughing and sneezing…and I finally have a reason why I’m so damned tired. Ugh.
Pluses: I sound like Barry White right now and should be picking up chicks using it (lol), and hopefully the lack-of-appetite part will hit soon enough as I could stand to lose a few pounds…the bad: I’m sleeping away most of my days…it’s disgusting; I feel like a slug. 🙁 Anyway, I need to get this puppy done so I can get some fluids in me and get some (not needed, dammit, but I can’t keep my eyes open) sleep. 🙁
Third shoot of the five shoot roster…Isobel Wren.
Oh, by the way, have no fear…she didn’t get tied with her hair up in a bun. 🙂
(waits patiently for a sneeze…***AH-CHOOO!!*** K, back to typing) Isobel is officially retired from shooting. I don’t remember if I’m at liberty to say just what the day career is, but she’s giving up the bondage and modeling (reluctantly…I really had a sense that she wanted to continue) for it. It just saddens me that the vanilla world is so repressed that a gal can’t have both worlds…moving on before I start ranting. 😛
When she arrived for the shoot, Isobel was in full Marvel gear…and by that I don’t mean a costume, but clothing with Marvel attributes. Her shawl had an Avengers logo emblazoned on the back, and her shirt had a SHIELD logo on it…that when in the dark glowed with the HYDRA one. Yes, our girl is a comic book nerd, which was fine for me and my custom guy who are also nerds as well; made for nirvana. 🙂 But, we did some talking and then got to work…as the story went, first, we established her in street clothes coming back to her hotel room (pic above) and after being accosted by her eventual abductor (me again…I was an asshole to these girls, huh? :P) I brought her into the room, had her strip and put on some special clothes and began posing her…
After which she made a mad dash for the phone. Failing that, her abductor placed her on a footstool, then on the floor to pose her. She made a dash for the door…
(well, as “dashy” as her ropes would allow…lol) and got busted again, only to have her creepy captor enjoy posing her at the door for his pervy viewing pleasure.
This shoot had a tinge of sadness to it as I knew this was the last time I’d ever have the opportunity to slip ropes on this lovely lass. It’s a damned shame as Isobel is another in the “I LOVE this shit!” class (not to the degree of Samantha, meaning actually NEEDING a binding, just loving it) and I hate to see someone in this world with the ability that Isobel has, go. I miss her already…but she is just a text message away; gonna have to keep in touch with her. 🙂
Tomorrow, Arielle Lane. Join me for that. 🙂