BDSM Wedding Night

Good communications is not only for directing the model, but it's a great source of ideas. So many intriguing concepts come from models during our discussions.

Which is where today's concept came from. Brandy lowered her voice during one of our chats and confided that one of her fantasies was a rape scene. It's a fantasy because no one really wants to be raped by a stranger - they want it a consensual non-consensual experience with someone of their choosing. If we could only read minds in high school, but I digress.

Concepts like this are interesting because if all the elements are overly literal, the image will look cinematic at best or cheesy at worst. But how do we convey something like this in a single image?

I gave it some more thought over the next week. I decided not to have anyone else in the shot and here's what I came up with. To make it more interesting, this particular fantasy happens on her wedding night.

Did she discover that her meek, shy husband had a darker side after she found herself like this after waking up on her wedding night? Or did she get snatched away while her husband wasn't looking? Or was it something else?

The Weekend: Ch 7 - Epilogue

It was mid-afternoon on Monday when my phone chirped. There was a new text from Casey. She had finished packing and visited kink. She wanted to know if I was interested in getting something to eat before she left, and possibly shoot. It was questionable whether there would be enough time for both after driving through rush hour traffic to San Francisco, but I couldn't miss out on the chance and headed out to the city for the fourth time in as many days.

We had already shot all weekend, but I was greedy for more. There wasn't much time so I chose the fastest lighting setup that might produce something interesting. I took advantage of her flexibility and I captured her contorted poses. Bend, click bend, click, bend, click, each captured in quick succession. I wouldn't know whether they turned out or not until she was gone, and there wasn't time for many shots.

Afterward we went to SOMA for dinner before leaving for the airport. This time Casey talked more than before and asked me some questions about getting into photography. I don't know why, but I surprised myself by being unusually candid in my response.

Take a bit of graphite, squeeze it with a vise as tight as possible, and put into an oven. You end up with the same graphite. But heat it up to several thousand degrees under the pressure of 30,000 times the earth's atmosphere and it unexpectedly transforms into a diamond.

We had been together for four days, doing seven shoots, three of them with other models, an event performance, art show, and a lot of firsts. At my usual pace, that's months of activity squeezed into four days. I'm no diamond, but compressing so much into so little had changed me indelibly, as surely as jumping down any rabbit hole.

I didn't know if I'd ever see Casey again, but knew that the end of the Weekend was just the beginning.

The Weekend: Ch 6 - The Magic

I didn't know what to say as we drove back in near silence. Casey was usually quiet so it was hard to say if  it was my imagination. Finally, I hesitantly asked, "Are you still up for more?"

"Well, I'm tempted to say yes..." she responded and I pounced with some ideas. She pondered the choices and said she was inclined to try the wand. I gave myself a mental high-five.

For those who don't know, the wand is the plainest, most utilitarian looking massager imaginable. It's banal design masks its true purpose: to make millions of women literally tremble with ecstasy. I had always wanted to include one of these iconic devices in a shoot because it was a challenge to make a nice looking shot with it and capturing the expressions would be priceless.

Back at the condo I tied Casey in twine and put the wand in place. I pressed the switch which was immediately followed by a low pitched hum. Casey began to make sounds almost as quickly. After some adjustments I started shooting.

Unlike the studio shoot, the magic came easily. This was the perfect shoot to end a magical weekend...  or so I thought.

The Weekend: Ch 5 - Solo in the Studio

It started as an ambitious suspension concept in the Redwood City studio, but I couldn't figure out how to carry her weight and get the right lighting to pull it off. Casey was patient though, and diligently tried each pose I suggested. Let's do this... no, let's try that. It seemed to go on and on.

I was becoming embarrassed by how slowly I was working. Sensing my frustration Casey lifted my spirit with words of encouragement. "Don't worry, it will work" and "We'll get there". I also knew that some if not all of my lethargy was from not getting to sleep until past 5 am for the second day. But pictures don't make excuses - they either work or they don't. 

By then she had to pee but didn't want to move away and lose the pose. An idea came to my mind, and as is often the case, a favorite shot was taken from an inspiration through necessity.  

After that things moved faster. We found some poses that seemed to work. I could have done better with the lighting, but I didn't want to lose more time because even Casey's extraordinary physique was hitting its limits after so many strenuous poses. 

We quickly took the shots. Suddenly, there was a wardrobe malfunction of sorts... and I feared an early end to my incredible weekend.  

The Weekend: Chap 4 - Masquerotica

It was past nine when I came to pick up Casey. The Masquerotica ball had already started, but we hadn't planned to begin the model-shoot performance until ten. She was finishing up her makeup when I realized she still needed a costume.

San Francisco is liberal about nudity, but doesn't let venues mix it with alcohol. Alcohol pays the bills,  so privates need to be covered at most events. I took some duct tape and cut two circles that matched her areolas and a thin strip for her crotch. After taping them on, she still looked nude but technically wasn't.

Between her new costume, a bite to eat and finding parking, we arrived an hour late. Yancy was waiting with Jessica, a model he brought to shoot with Casey. The two girls hit it off and as we shot, each image was projected high on a wall 10' wide and a crowd quickly gathered.

Casey and Jessica encouraged people to join in. There were a lot of inappropriate poses, laughing, and some loose hands. Casey later said the duct tape was the only thing that stopped some fingers from wandering inside. She didn't make it clear whether that was a good or bad thing.

At 2 am, the crowds dwindled so we stopped shooting and walked around the massive concourse. She was good company, but I didn't want to hold her back so I encouraged her to dance. She chose a guy and I started taking pictures.

Her partner was ecstatic as his gyrations ground her body against him over and over. After awhile, I tapped Casey on the shoulder and she untangled. He asked if she could talk privately, but she turned her eyes toward me, so he begged me for the chance. There was more to explore, though, so we moved on and left a new fan behind.

We passed some cages where go-go dancers were winding down to an empty audience. The operators let Casey in a cage. It was like watching someone have sex with the music,  and people began to gather as I started shooting again.

After dropping Casey off at the condo, I had a long drive back and time to reflect. Casey was always the center of attention, but she made people feel like they were the center of hers. I was looking forward to the last day with my weekend muse.

The Weekend: Ch 3 - Mommie Dearest

There was a hint of light outside as dawn approached. I was still on the computer, finishing the flyers and  web site for the art exhibition and model performance at the erotic ball tonight.

The events were exercises in last minute scrambling. A couple days before Carl asked if I'd like to show a few prints at the Masquerotica Ball on Saturday. I just had to hang the prints in the morning, and I could continue with my shoot with Casey for the weekend. 

Then I had a brilliant idea. What if we did a model shoot performance at the ball while Casey was posing with the attendees? I contacted the organizer who loved the concept and gave me space for the modeling shoot. The last 48 hours had been a mad rush to find lighting, projectors, props, and coordinating activities for the model shoot, between other shoots with Casey and preparing prints.

My brilliant idea didn't seem so brilliant now, but I finally finished and stumbled to bed. As my thoughts blurred I remembered what Casey had said about dealing with a crowd where someone would end up trying to grope a sexy, near-naked, provocatively posed girl...

After a few hours sleep, I drove into the city to hang the prints at the Concourse, and went down Van Ness to the condo where Casey was staying. Katharine wasn't there yet, but Casey was walking around topless getting ready for the shoot. 

Both models were in the lifestyle and I love capturing people's personal kinks. This concept was different though. The idea starting innocently enough when Katharine and I were messaging each other about concepts. 

Me: A vintage look perhaps?

Katharine: I have everything from schoolgirl to fem dom.

Me: You could be a housewife in curlers

Katharine: Naughty housewife and baby girl?
Me: Casey also likes... 

Now we were well into the shoot, and Casey groaned slightly as Katharine inserted the plug. She couldn't see Casey's reaction from her position, but the wince didn't look like pain. I asked Katharine to push and pull while I caught Casey's reactions. Katharine silently mouthed "Really?!" as Casey demurely nodded in the affirmative, her face still turned away. 

The shoot had a happy ending, but it was already past 5 and I had to turn my attention to the ball. I left Casey to get ready, and drove out to pick up flyers and meet Yancy to set up at the venue. I couldn't wait to see what would happen that night. Between lack of sleep and not having eaten yet, I was running on empty, fueled only by the  growing excitement over how this weekend was turning out.   

The Weekend: Ch 2 - Rain on Casey

A couple weeks before, I asked my bud Rain if she'd be available to rig and shoot with Casey.

Flash forward to tonight, where traffic was bad and Rain seemed to get there faster than we could. After shooting at the pier, we arrive at the studio in Redwood City. Rain had been waiting for over an hour and commented,. "Ahem, just a tad late." Those weren't her actual words but it's hard to remember what she was saying when her hands are in a vise-like grip around my neck.

After breathing again, I mentioned that Casey was seeing Lew. The Lord of the Rig. Bad idea..  Rain got a bit ambitious with her rigging and after an hour, decided to take it apart and do a simpler version. Working with Lord of the Rig's squeeze must have been a lot of pressure.

By the time Rain was ready, Casey had been up and down the rope for hours. If you've never been suspended, rope feels good at first but gets stressful over time. Eventually, the extremities go numb as blood flow is cut off. Because she had been up there so long and was approaching her limits, I only had minutes left to tweak the lighting and shoot. Nonetheless, she calmly encouraged me to shoot everything we had planned. 

On the way back to her room late that night, we dropped by Crepes A Go Go for dinner. It was late and cold, but while waiting for our order, Casey was ready for some quick street nudes. 

Driving back in the early hours of the morning, I reflected on the little things I learned about her. Like she always put a positive spin on everything. Like she climbs 5.12 competitively. Like she doesn't complain. And  like she has the cutest pair of gapes.

The Weekend

There are events that can happen to a person only once in a lifetime. It's not that it can't happen twice, but the person changes for good after the first, so it can never happen to the same person. First loves are like that, and so was shooting this trio earlier this year.

The color of the hair, the poses, the expressions -- everything came together for one moment of insanity with EnderSilence, LillaKatt, and KrystaKaos and my bar was raised forever.

But as amazing as that shoot was, that's a story for another day. This blog is about a weekend.... really, *the* Weekend.

Weeks later, the fallout is still raining down in a good way. If I could only convey the events as eloquently as so many of my friends, but my sub-stellar narratives and the requisite patience conspire against me. If it were otherwise, I'd be writing books rather than creating images. So, you'll have to be content with pictures and annotations.

The Weekend started when I drove up to the arrivals curb at the San Francisco airport. Casey stepped into my car that Friday early afternoon. My plan was to shoot a muse for the weekend and we had a solid schedule of shoots.

She was quiet as we drove into the city. She had warned me ahead of time she was shy, but I was unprepared for just how quiet she was. A fleeting thought about whether I had chosen the right model came and went. I've worked with hundreds of models, and knew that first impressions rarely indicated how well the model would work out.

Besides, I'd be dead tired if I had to get up at an ungodly hour to catch a flight in Florida, then delayed hours en route before landing in San Francisco. After all that, I didn't know how well she'd be able to model, especially outdoors with hardly any clothes. Or any clothes. But she said she was eager to start so we drove to a pier.

Foot traffic was moderate, but my concerns were unfounded as Casey worked her modeling magic. If you look closely, you can see a person or two in the background. I didn't hear any complaints from the guys, or the gals. I spotted a few discreet smiles as people walked by. We tried not to be a disturbance, which is the key to not getting booted.

When Casey's modeling, she turns into someone else and shy has no place in her world. Casey was just being Casey, but for me, this was the beginning of The Weekend. I thought my weekend started off with a bang, but it was only the swell before the tsunami.

Shoot with the mysterious M in Sept

This was an exciting shoot that broke new ground for me, a new style and new concept. Something that pushed boundaries, perhaps too much, but I wouldn't have changed anything if I could do it over again.

Shoots in August 2011

It's been awhile since I posted anything, so I have some catching up to do. Here's some shots from August, a month where I thought I had found a muse, but just as quickly found I hadn't. Ah, c'est la vie - everything in stride and perspective.

That doesn't mean it was a bad month though. Not at all. Here's some pics from that month with interesting stories.

I often shoot from 20' back so I don't always know what the model is doing until I upload the pics and preview them on a monitor. I loved Andrea's little touch - the little things that earn her angel wings.

Then there's this progression I did with Arabelle and James Darling. Ooo la la. Such a great combination and my first shoot with a TG F2M. Yay!

Another look at our dashing couple.

Beautiful Trash is a sub who's into humiliation. Not a particular fetish of mine, but I like to keep an open mind. She's the real deal so no, that's not Gatorade. (Pic deleted at request of the model)

That's it for now. More coming and I promise there won't be a 4 month wait.