In the Cemetery

In the Cemetery
In the Cemetery

Thursday, January 27, 2011

How it all began...

In case any of you are wondering how in the world one becomes a fetish model, I've decided to share my story. As I mentioned in my very first post, it happened by accidental introduction and included a couple of brief affairs with a friend who loved photography...

When I was eighteen, I acquired my first article of fetishwear by way of this new friend who had a camera and a desire to take pictures of me wearing it. I still have the skin-tight, vinyl and spandex dress that I mistakenly called "latex" when he bought it for me. We were just being silly and taking pictures in a sex shop, and I really wanted to try the dress on, and he bought it for me under one condition: I had to let him photograph me in it. Since the price for the dress was about the same as a full week's pay, I decided that it would be worth a few photos if I could keep it.

Fast forward to several months later, when I decided to spend three straight nights and mornings in a hotel room where I indulged myself in a carefully planned, secret affair in bondage experimentation with a forbidden lover, and I found myself before his lens as a part of his documentation of our involvement. I had met him before, we had enjoyed each others company and shared a few pleasurable experiences, and we decided to fulfill our fantasies once and for all.
Supplies for our kinky affair

Granted, there are certain things that I discovered that I did not enjoy even though the ideas intrigued me, like receiving lashes from a horse whip. In contrast, there were also things that I realized I enjoyed that I hadn't expected to enjoy, as they were his ideas and not my own. For example, I enjoyed punishing him with cock and ball torture after he told me that he was coming from a strip club where he got drunk in a private room with two exotic dancers. In addition to these discoveries, I found that I enjoyed being put on display while exposed for my nudity and fetish interests. The exhibitionist, fetishist, and nudist residing within me came together and became aroused in remembrance of the camera flashes as I posed playfully in the sex shop and again in private for my friend and my lover. It was over half of a year after my explicit three-night experience with bondage and photography ended that I found myself before the lens of some one else's camera again, and that's an experience worth telling separately...

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Sexy Shoe Show

Stacked, stiletto, and spike heels in patent or matte finished leather, I'm in love with a sexy shoe. Moreover, I've fallen in love with dozens of pairs of them, and in spite of the fact that I wear them as often and in as many settings as possible, there have been far too little photos in existence to show them off properly. Thus, a session of shoe worship began at RT Studios.

It began with a little lingerie, but I managed to slip out of it almost immediately after we started. I wanted every inch of my naked body to appreciate my selection of favorites from my favorite category of wearable items: high heeled shoes. I gathered them into a pile and pressed them into my body, against my breasts, caressing my nipples with the rubber-tipped points. I spread them around me, put them on me, wore them on my feet, let them glide between my legs...

Eventually, I had to get up off the bed with my shoes, and go for a change of scenery. Once set up in the closet, several ideas were played with, sadly none of them nude, but I was too busy enjoying my footwear to care too much about the silly item of lace wrapped around my torso. I got it in my head that a closet is full of objects, and when they get messy, the objects fall -- so I poised myself in a way that mimicked falling out of the closet as an object. I let my body flop around into contortions among the mess of shoes that were spewed about before the open door, and the result was wonderful.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Razor and Pearls

Sometime after Christmas, while taking my first bubble bath in months, I was shaving my legs when I noticed how smoothly the razor cut through the foamy bubbles to leave behind nothing but touch-ably soft, pinkish skin. I admired the path of perfection surrounded by soapy spheres that gently popped around its path, and felt that it needed to be captured. As a result, Bob kindly allowed me to fill up his bathtub at the end of a long shoot, and without removing my pearls or make-up, I was able to recreate the moment when I first noticed how lovely such a simple, relaxed act of femininity can be.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Nudist in Nature

As one might gather from both the title of this blog and some of the images already featured in it, I love to model nude, especially in outdoor settings. The first time that I met with Bob, the man behind the wonderful images at RT Photography, that's exactly what we did.

Little did I know, I'd get bored of playing in the leaves after an hour, and we would spend more than six straight hours together playing with a rusted old car, some wires, a pair of metal clamps, and some hot wax in his studio to top it all off. The progression from innocently playing in a big pile of leaves, tossing them carelessly up into the air, to laying down in the pile and caressing the leaves over my breasts and neck, to getting downright kinky over the course of a few short hours felt completely natural. Since the autumn "nature" was the theme that we were shooting around, how much more appropriate could I have been?

Monday, January 17, 2011

Warm, Wonderful Wax

Ever since I was a very little girl, when "play time" was always innocent and took place primarily in backyards, parks, and playgrounds, I have loved to temp my fate by passing my finger through a lit candle. Before I ever learned about carnal, sexual pleasures and the many ways that I would later explore indulging them, I knew that I loved to watch a flickering flame, feel it's warmth, and reach out to touch it. My parents used to scold me for playing with the candles when they left me alone with them lit on the Sunday dinner table. As I grew up, I became more and more brave, learned to make candles of my own with youth groups and farm museum workshops, and discovered a love of the feeling of hot wax against my skin.

Having such a strong sense memory of enjoyment when contacting melted wax led me to a teenage realization that this glorious sensation can be easily incorporated into my personal life. Candlelight may be considered romantic to the majority of the women I have known, but for me, the lighting is only a small factor of the experience. When a man seduced me by candlelight for the first time, at eighteen, I picked up a taper off his nightstand and tilted the tip so that it would drip down my arm, then over my breasts, and across my abdomen as he caressed my thighs and kissed them. From that day forward, my exploration into the wondrous sensual joys of wax has only furthered, and once I learned how to select the lowest-burning temperatures of paraffin possible, its use has always succeeded to heighten my pleasure...

Snow Shibari

This past weekend has been an eventful one for me, in which I attended two semi-local munches in the area and modeled my very first snow and shibari nudes -- combined into one shoot. (After all, if it's worth doing, it's worth over-doing, right?)
Upon arrival to our location, I remained in my fuzzy pink robe and warm snow boots to climb up a tree to pose for my wonderful photographer, Bob of RT Photography, who caught my robe as I tossed it away for the photo and helped me down and kept me relatively warm in between shots.

Once the vanilla work was done, we moved on to the excitement: Two shibari riggings done by the talented and kind soul who choses to be referenced as "Reiver." First, I stood over a blanket laid in the snow as he bound my breasts, arms, and upper body, then got down onto the blanket for the hogtie to be completed. Reiver and Bob carefully picked me up and gently placed me over a fresh spot of powdery snow, where we commenced a sequence of photographs. Being only the second time that I was immobilized before a camera lens, I struggled to poise myself upwards for my face to be visible and torso slightly upright.

As soon as was possible, I was replaced onto the soft blanket by the hands of the gentlemen pair, freed from the ties of bondage, and warmed with hot chocolate and coverings. Had I realized how unpleasant it would be to regain feeling from the numbness of my hands and feet, as well as face a brief fainting spell, I would have ended at this point and returned to the idea of winter suspension further down the road. Nevertheless, I was rebound and suspended from a nearby tree in an inverted position. The shooting went smoothly, but the ropes around my legs slipped slightly and my body strained some, so I was brought back up.
Lesson to be learned: An hour in 23ºF snow, bound and nude, ending in an inverted suspension, leads to fainting upon attempt to stand. Fortunately, I was in good hands, regained consciousness almost immediately, and warmed up enough to walk back to the car where we'd parked, and nothing traumatic resulted from it. What did result, though, is some pretty incredible and unique images that I am now able to share!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

New Year -- New Experiences to Come

After an accidental introduction to erotic modeling, which just so happened to have began in a Parisian sex shop with an attractive acquaintance, his love of photography and my natural exhibitionism combined dangerously. I loved the rush I got from doing something crazy and allowing it to be documented, so it's not a big mystery as to why we had two brief affairs using his camera as a part of our kinky foreplay. Little did I know that I was going to use any of these photos for the beginnings of a portfolio in the future...
After I realized how much I enjoyed being photographed while I felt sexy, I agreed to do another photo shoot of entirely fetish content, specifically rubber encasement, with a man I loved deeply and a friend he'd made whose photos we enjoyed. With some online research and a huge boost of my ego resulting from the lust these two men had worked up just from looking through the images, it occurred to me that I could actually do this more than just once or twice a year. I agreed to meet with a local photographer soon after my sophomore year of college began, and we set up a test shoot in a cemetery. I had no idea what to do, how to pose, how long it would last, or if the photos would wind up being any good -- but miraculously, they were.
I put out a notice on FetLife, a wonderful social networking site for fetishists of all kinds, that I was available to work with photographers on the basis of simply using the images to build our portfolios, and got a few responses. Granted, over half of them creeped me out and weren't worth considering, but I got to shoot with a couple of decent photographers.
Once I'd done a few shoots, I was convinced to set up a profile on Model Mayhem, and also Model Insider, both of which still exist and function presently. Through these sites, I somehow managed to find a photographer whose style I adored and who also adored me so much that he wanted to pay me for doing what I was learning to love doing. From there, my little network of photographers began to grow a little, and now I'm being hired for shoots nearly every week. For a side job during college, I'd say I've found myself a pretty good one.
That's where I am now, looking forward to the rest of this new year and aiming to fill it with photo shoots full of everything from pin-up with stockings to ropes and wax... with a good deal of nudity in between. Next up, on the fifteenth, I will spend my entire Saturday outdoors in beautifully tied rope bondage known as "Shibari" against the cold, wet ground and tied to snow-covered tree limbs...