December 28

On Friday afternoon Chaz and I went shopping for Christmas presents. We had the evening free so we decided to "practice" tying me to a chair, in preparation for a story we were going to photograph at the empty apartment on Saturday with Jace.

I put on my pink satin with white lace nightie and sat down on the chair Chaz had placed by the bed. He took the nylon 5/16" ropes and tied me with my arms straight down the sides of the chair, each ankle to a front leg. He wrapped the ropes as many times as possible. Then he ran some crotch ropes through and breast ropes around (I can't remember the exact design but I have photos). After I was secured, he started to play with me, which I loved. He tugged at my ropes, touched my cunt, played with my breasts and stopped at times to smoke. He put my black dildo into me and anchored it with the crotch ropes. I really adore having an object put in. Then he turned on the vibrator and ran it on the ropes. He propped the vibrator under the ropes on my stomach and took out his polaroid camera. I was embarrassed and giggled under my white duct tape as he took the picture.

Note: Wish I knew where I put these polaroids!
 

Then he removed the dildo and put his finger in. He wanted a picture of that so he lay down on the bed and tried to take a picture of his finger in my cunt -- but it didn't come out. Which is OK because I don't know iŁ I could deal with the existence of such a shot! Then he brought me off with the vibrator (heaven). And then he took a photograph of me slumped in the chair, emanating afterglow.

He showed it to me and said "this is the most sincere expression you've had so far in your bondage photographs." It was odd to see what I look like after coming. He then asked if I was ready to be untied and I said no. In previous times he'd often untied me because of circulation trouble, but the rope job was pretty good and I was comfortable. He lay back and smoked while I slowly wiggled my way free. It took quite a while. I would estimate that full time on the chair was 1 1/2 to 2 hours, 15 minute escape time.

Note: I wrote this list as a little plan to have Jace and Chaz help me do a photo sequence.  From the resulting pics, you can see it didn't come out how I'd originally intended, but it was still pretty fun!
 

Mr. Burglar enters the apartment.

He scopes, he creeps around, he spies the TV.

Ms. Damsel comes up the walk.

Ms. Damsel unlocks her door.

Mr. Burglar hears and hides in coat closet.

She enters and closes door.

He sneaks behind -- hand over her mouth!

She fights!

She is tied to the chair.

Her mouth is taped.

Mr. Burglar takes TV and leaves.

Ms. Damsel waits. Waits. Waits.

Mr. Maintenance Man comes up the walk.

Mr. Maintenance Man checks his work order and knocks on door.

He enters apartment.

He is surprised!

He approaches Ms. Damsel.

He looks, he smiles.

Mr. Maintenance Man fixes the kitchen sink.

H comes back to Ms. Damsel.

He wraps her with duct tape.

He kisses her on her taped mouth.

He writes "be back at 5 pm" on the work order.

He leaves it on her lap.

Mr. Maintenance Man leaves.

Saturday afternoon I picked up Jace, and the three of us went over to the empty apartment. Jace was in charge of directing and photography, Chaz played the Burglar, and I played the Damsel. As soon as we got ready, I was surprised how Jace took charge. He went over the storyline in final form and gave instructions to Chaz. This was unexpected good news, because Chaz is not likely to take initiative in this sort of situation, well it's hard to explain, but he's best if someone else gives him directives for him to perform. So Jace went right ahead and took the steering wheel, so to speak, which I think indicates his Inner Voyeuristic Eye... the ability to picture the storyline and sound it out.

Our story came out truly cute -- I noticed that we lacked more establishing shots and full-body burglar shots. Mr. Director is a fairly good photographer; he has the Voyeur's Eye, you know. But occasionally there was too much over-head room in the pictures.

Goofy after-takes:

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After I escaped from the first set, they seemed unsure as to our further plans, so I asked to be tied again. This time Chaz just tied me again while Jace watched. Chaz wanted to be sure I would not escape this time. Jace remarked again how talented Chaz was at tying. Chaz roped me down with every single rope we had.

After he was done, they stepped back to see if I could slip right out. Chaz had done an amazing job and I was licked. They teased me a bit with knitting needles on my tits (Chaz started it and Jace encored it himself, to my surprise). Jace taped my nose down for a silly picture. Chaz also pulled out one breast and took some polaroids.

Finally they sat down and watched the television while I tried to get out. I wiggled and loosened some areas but there was absolutely no way, I even tried walking the chair backwards with my toes, leaning the chair against a wall and squirming my feet. I untied two knots with the heel of my shoe. No dice. We were all mondo impressed.

Chaz finally let me go and we packed up all our stuff. We went out to eat at Ponderosa, where Chaz and Jace ate a ton and I slumped against the wall. I was really tired. They laughed about it because I seemed so drained, like I'd gotten off or something. Sometimes it seems like that after I've been tied, even if it hasn't been a sexual session. I felt tres relaxed.

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