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I’ve been in a relationship or two here and there, but this gal took the cake. I mean, some gals have had kinks before, but I’ve never had anyone ask me to tie her up before…

…that usually comes from me and after I’ve got several bottle of “liquid courage” in me to steel myself for the inevitable rejection. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about that…may have to keep this one. 🙂

Pantera Noelle for today.


Rare to find the home owner home when I strike, dammit. Usually I’m in and out in a heartbeat, but now? Ugh…probably gonna have to take care of her somehow…

“Why are you pointing at that bag?” I asked as she pointed at a small bag in the corner.

“Just letting you know where some rope is. I mean, you’re gonna have to tie me up, right? Otherwise I’m gonna scream and shit…and I will, too! Scream, I mean. But I’ll cooperate if you just tie me up…better make sure to gag me (that grey bandana is cool; I like it). My elbows touch behind my back, so you can tie those together…you better make sure it’s tight, tho. I can get out fairly easy…”

“Lady, I…”

“…I’m good at escaping. I’m really not, but I just wanna make sure you tie me good and tight. OH! You need to put a crotchrope on me too; nice and tight, so I can feel it and use it; if I’m gonna have to wait for the insurance to get my stuff back, I might as well get SOMEthing out of this, right? Oh, and hey, this dress will pull down so you can pull my tits out…feel free to grab ’em, too; whatever, fucking boys…”


Sasha Fae for today.


We just wrapped up doing a “swimsuit” photo shoot, so I figured I’d try my luck. It was the end of the month, so rent was due, and I had a way to make her some money… “So, have you thought about the bondage shooting I brought up last shoot?”

“Eh…,” she replied, sounding pensive. “I *thought* about it, but…”

“You’re gonna make a goodly amount more than what we shot for today, hon…”

“I know…”

“And we’ve shot several times before; you know I’m a gentleman…”

“Too much so, sometimes…” she joked at me with a wink.

“FOCUS. C’mon, what do you think?”

“Can you pay me for this today?”

“Absolutely.” She took a breath in and thought about it. Then, she let out a small sigh and pivoted the stool she was sitting on so that her back was to me and crossed her wrists. I started tying and said, “You know, you might just wind up liking this….”

“I already do…” she said and winked at me.

Stacie Snow for today.


Tried a new “singles” site…you never know what you’re gonna get. This couldn’t be better, tho…we met, had a few drinks, danced a little, and seemed to be getting along all right. She was a fucking stunner…deep, dark hair, darker skin tone (in conversation, she told me she was Brazilian), sexiest body that had to have come from working out constantly (hell, her curves had curves)…just a complete package all around. We get back on the dance floor and she whispers at me that she wants me…I think I found a keeper here.

We leave the bar holding hands…and she whispers in my ear an address she wants me to take her to. I knew the place…a hotel. Not too swanky/pricey, not a dive…girl had some class. We go inside and she guides me to a room she apparently already had rented (odd), then to the bed…and we wind up spending several minutes kissing. I let my hands go all over her…testing her boundaries; she follows up by letting her hands explore me. Nice…but then she stopped.

“Phew. You’re…you’re pretty hot, my dude;” she stammers out. “Been a while since I’ve felt this kind of connection…it’s really hot.”

“I’m enjoying myself too…”

“Good. But now comes the scary part for me…” She let her voice trail off and went over to the other side of the bed. With a little bit of effort, she pulled up a small, but full-looking duffel bag. “What’s in here is a test. Open this up, and if you’re not freaked out, we can continue. This is the shit I’m into…and if you’re not, I get it; my kink may not be yours. But I’m done wasting time on guys, getting to know them, getting to like them, then having to send them away when they get freaked out by my basic needs.” She stopped, took a deep breath, then continued. “I like you…and I like where this is going. I just need to know if I can continue liking you…anyway; I’m talking too much. Open the bag.”

She had me a bit worried…so I opened the bag…and found a literal ton of rope, all neatly packaged into little spools, in different lengths and sizes. Started exploring the bag…side pockets had several different types of tape and safety scissors in one and neatly folded bandanas in the other…center package cinched it, tho. Only a gal who knew about bondage would be carrying ball gags…

I held one up and looked it over…”Well, you seem to know your stuff. Autumn’s Sub-Shop?” She breathed in a deep sigh of relief…apparently, I passed the test, just by knowing that.

“I love her shit…” she said and giggled. “Best online kinky store out there…”

“I have a few as well.” Her eyes lit with anticipation, and I bet mine did too. Been a while since I played in this arena, and I was missing it…but there was one last thing to go over… “OK, we’re in the same ballpark, but do we play the same? I mean…I’m the one doing the tying, right?” Rather than answer me, she knelt on the bed, put her back to me and crossed her wrists…

“At your hopefully-not-too-tender mercy, honey…”

Rather than answer, I roughly put my hand over her mouth and pressed myself into her. “I’m gonna use that ball gag on you next…no, a bandana instead…after my hands get their fill of that beautiful chest of yours. Then, I’m gonna tie you up good and solid and just let you struggle until you tease me into taking you. That pretty much what you wanted to hear?”

Her deep sigh told me everything I needed to know.

Drea Morgan for today.


I felt kinda bad for the poor kid. I tied her with just a little rope and told her that if she wanted it to stay that way, she shouldn’t try to escape. Soon as her old man sprung for her ransom, I’d drop her back near her home and that’d be the end of it…she just had to wait…

Someone got impatient.

Nearly got away from me…she was just undoing the gag when I came in to check on her. For some added humiliation, I had her tie the gag back in her mouth herself and knot it behind her head…but the bondage? Oh, no…that was something I’d do myself. I take pride in my girls not escaping me…I ease up on the bondage once and what happens? Ya give an inch, they take a mile. Yup, it was definitely time to give this chick some major bondage that she wouldn’t be getting out of anytime soon…

CJ Molina for today.


She smoothed the glove up to her skin…feeling fancy tonight, I guess, she mused while doing it. Opera night meant dress up night, so when he (of all things!) suggested the opera, she wanted to do it right. Just felt right to do a sexy black dress and heels too…and the proper black hose to top it off. A little black choker around her neck made the look just perfect. She just had to call the boyfriend to let her know she was ready.

Minutes later, she heard a knock at the door. She passed the mirror of the hotel room and remarked to herself how sexy she looked… “ROWR! If it weren’t ‘date night’, I bet he could think of better things to do with this outfit…” Walking to the door, she flung it open, only to find a ski-masked figure waiting for her…a cloth in one hand, clothesline in the other!

She almost panicked…but the body-size matched perfectly…”Dammit! You said we were gonna go to the Opera tonight! Was this just a trick to get me into my fancy clothes, you brute!” A small nod was her answer…”Oh, fiiiiine…” she replied in a sing-song-whiny kind of voice before putting her back to him and walking back into the hotel room, knowing he’d follow. Once the door closed, she felt him grab her, cloth over her mouth…

“Who says we’re not *eventually* going?” he whispered at her as he clamped his hand over her mouth with one hand and held her body with the other. “I just figured this’d be fun before we hit the second showing. Now…pretend there’s chloro on the rag, honey…but give me a sexy little struggle before you ‘pass out’…” Unexpected, but welcome…one of the things she liked about him was his ability to improvise…she gave him a slight nod before a “Mmmmmph!”, then began grinding her shapely butt into him in just the right place while moving her body in her grasp…

Brooke Thomsen for today.


We were having a fun “bondage night” and after I tied her, she noticed that I was staring at her boobs…

“I’m glad you like my tits. Grew ’em myself.” Took me 20 minutes to stop laughing to gag her and begin the struggling…

Gracie Ryder for today.


(PS: That “Grew ’em myself.” is an actual statement the Gracie made at this shoot. No lie. Dave Annis and I remarked how lovely they looked in the bondage and she said that, and we couldn’t stop laughing. Best ad lib ever. )

I’ve been telling stories of late, but this time, I’mma let the “Behind The Scenes” pics tell the story. Spoiler Alert: I run fun shoots. 🙂


This shoot wound up running long…we were working until 3 am. Laughing and having fun the entire time. 🙂 When I took her home, we (“we” being Pantera, Dave Annis, who was shooting these, and myself) stopped off and had breakfast at Denny’s. If that’s not a definition of friendship, I don’t know what is. 🙂

“Well, SHE won’t be cheering about anything for a while.” The very pretty cheerleader struggled to and fro in the well-placed ropes, trying and failing to gain any ground against them. Her small cries were…stirring…something in me I wasn’t expecting. “This beats capturing the other team’s mascot all to hell. This kid really has her team’s fate in the power of her hips, huh?”

“Apparently,” my boss said, looking her over with approving eyes. “The team performs 32.257641% better when she’s in the cheerleading squad and on the field. I can see why…those legs must bring in 5 scores alone by players trying to impress her…”

“Fccck yuuuu…” she mumbled through her gag.

“Keep an eye on her.” My boss gave her a sneer, tweaked her chest, and left.

“Soooooo…just me and you, then. Ropes too tight?” She shook her head in an obvious “no”. “Thirsty? Need the bathroom?” Another “no”. She seemed to appreciate my asking these questions and started batting her eyes at me. Was I seeing things, or was she moving around just to move? A more…pleasing…manner to my eye? Was she trying to seduce me from the ropes?

Have to admit…it was working…

Stacie Snow for today.