Levels and Limits and Professional Ethics

Image courtesy of fabbo Rope-topia.com via the beautiful and talented Kinky Clover .

I’ve been wondering for a while about writing a blog post about how you’d go about booking a BDSM model, if you wanted to. I get lots of emails from people interested in working with me, and while most of them are perfectly normal, business-like and unremarkable, the rest often fall interestingly into two types. The first (and favourite) type is from people who seem rather hesitant about asking me to do anything so vulgar as a photo shoot, and apologetic in advance in case their shoot concept doesn’t appeal to me. This is the sort of concern is something I’m entirely sympathetic about – I worry about offending people too and I understand that a photo shoot can seem like a very daunting thing to organise, especially if you haven’t done it before. Some of these tentative first contacts have turned into wonderful shoots, and long working relationships. Which is lovely. Some of them come to nothing of course, and that’s fine too (although I do hope I haven’t scared new photographers off too often).
The second type of email is mercifully less common, but can be rather startling. Emails requesting shoots and sessions of a type that are far beyond the limits of any of my existing work, requests for my services as a domme and occasional offers for mainstream pornographic work for example. Sometimes these emails make me feel a bit upset and offended, but more often than not I just feel baffled as to why the writer could have possibly thought I’d be a good choice for their project. Here are some examples of offers I almost wish I’d taken up, simply so that I could demonstrate the monstrously bad judgement casting me would have entailed;-
Last year, a polite-sounding gentleman contacted me, asking if perhaps he and his wife could hire me to dominate them both. How to begin? I pointed them in the direction of a couple of pro-dommes – surely a more obvious choice, I thought?
‘Would you dominate and suffocate me?’ enquired another gentleman. ‘Why, of course’; I thought to myself. ‘I did something very similar for www.spanked-in-uniform.com . Oh, no; actually I didn’t’.
‘Will you submit to me via email, even though you don’t know if I’m a man, woman or a child?’ enquired another. I thought I was probably safer staying home with the BDM.
‘Can I film you peeing? No? I thought you were a fetish model?’ Well, I am. But you know, there’s a world of fetish out there, and being a spanking model doesn’t mean that everything else is automatically ok too.
‘I’d like to shoot something fetishy – can you bring some fetish outfits?’ Indeed. Shall I just choose at random from the thousands of fetish options? Would you, perchance, like me to turn up wrapped entirely in cling film? Or as an adult baby? Or covered in fur? Encased in steel? Many of these would be fine, but a little precision would be welcome. And you might need to give me a budget.

I could continue, but I’m starting to feel a bit unkind. What’s needed, possibly, is a little education for people who are considering booking a model. So here’s my attempt to help; of course, I may not be representative of the modelling population but I hope this might be of some use to somebody.
Almost all models have limits related to the type of shoots they’re happy to do. In mainstream work, this often relates at least in part of levels of nudity. A catwalk model might be perfectly happy to wear a sheer top, but would be unwilling to pose topless. A Page 3 model would be likely to be super-comfortable topless, but might be insistent on keeping her knickers on at all times. A model who poses for artists would be likely to be brilliantly comfortable nude, but might feel exploited and offended by a photographer trying to get her into provocative or striptease type poses. And some models would be aghast at the idea of shooting video of any type (or they might charge more money and would want to negotiate a different rate in advance).
I’ve always been happy to work up to fully nude, but not explicitly ‘open leg’ as is the uncharming description of more sexual poses . For spanking work, this has sometimes been a bit hard to explain (though mercifully, many spanking producers have an almost magical instinct for not pushing nudity limits). It’s sometimes impossible to avoid glimpses of intimate areas in nude spanking videos, but I aim to avoid any deliberate attempts to focus specifically on genitalia either in BDSM or mainstream work.

Happy New Year!

After seeing the new year in with the BDM, who very kindly gave me 12 strokes of the cane (which had been my idea because I have a very short memory and had forgotten how much it would be likely to hurt) I’ve woken up in 2011 feeling very energetic and ready to have an interesting and good year. Thank you to all of you who visit my blog. It is a constant source of surprise and happiness when I find people who know what I’ve been thinking because they’ve read about it here. So I’ll try to share more of what goes on in my life here in 2011.

Good heavens, I’m also very happy to have been nominated as Spankee of the Year over at http://thespankingspot.com , along with some very super girls. So if you like my spanking work (or the work of one of those other beastly girls) do go along and vote for one of us if you feel like it.
I’ll try to write more often but not write quite such freakishly long posts this year 🙂
A/a

Suddenly Lots to Say

I know this is very odd; I blame the comfort of being in bed with an illness that isn’t stopping me feeling awake. I started to think my previous post, which I published yesterday, might be a bit too long for anyone to actually read, so I’m starting again for the rest of the story of what I’ve been doing in my attempts to do all the BDSM things I’ll be taking a little break from in January.

I had a bondage shoot on Tuesday for a lovely producer
http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/38887/Carla-Gee-s-Bondage#startingpoint
who’s allowed me to do a lot of rigging experimentation over the last couple of years. The shoot was combined with a Christmas party which is always a wonderful treat because I get to meet all the other bondage models from the website, and we watch premiers of the videos which will be appearing over the next few months. Hoorah, and thank you!
The following day, I hosted a bondage shoot at my house, with Sammie B and a new bondage producer whose work will be appearing online next year. It was super, damsel-in-distress fun, with two private investigators being menaced by a villainess, who’d (amusingly for us) already shot her scenes elsewhere. We spent a lot of time gazing just past the camera trying to look terrified of her. Being hostess as well as model made my attention wander somewhat which I guess is why I don’t shoot from home very often. It’s a gorgeous treat, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever do my most committed performances while wondering why people haven’t drunk their coffee and whether anyone else actually wants hummus for lunch…
And then, magically, it was time to shoot for Restrained Elegance again, for the first time since the bloody hospital trip at the end of our last shoot. I’ve had a go at scripting and presenting some podcasts for the site;-
http://www.restrainedelegance.com/preview/podcasts/videorepodcast2_720p.mp4 (observe the radiator which I haven’t painted yet – slovenly!)
But it’s not really the same as doing whole proper bondage shoots, and the BDM and I had tremendous fun making up a shoot plan with all the activities we haven’t been able to do for a while (and a few which we’d never tried – whoop!)
I probably should have been warned by the previous week’s spanking shoot that my pain tolerance might not be quite back to normal yet. And indeed, I screamed and cried my way through the planned bastinado scene. ‘For heaven’s sake!’ I thought, once I’d calmed down. But was happy to realise that it hadn’t even occurred to me to safe-word, which reassures me that I didn’t actually want it to stop. The day culminated in the BDM trying to teach me about camera F-stops by means of weighted nipple clamps. Alas, although it was very entertaining, it didn’t actually seem to work. It’d been my idea, but I hadn’t realised that blood

Stocking up on BDSM

Before I start, I’m so sorry that I only actually find time to post on my blog when I’m ill. Ridiculous, I know, and it probably gives you a rather unrealistic view of how delicate I am. All the weeks in which I’m not posting are filled with fairly good health, I promise. Anyway, I’ve got a boring old virus this weekend, so I’m in (my new, metal-framed, bondage-ready BDM gift) bed, doing all the computer’y things I put off when I’m well.

Right, that’s out of the way.
I’ve been having an almost indescribably kinky time over the last couple of weeks. This is because I had to cancel my BDSM themed shoots in September and October, and I’ve got a diagnostic operation scheduled for just before Christmas (to find out why I broke so dramatically at the end of August this year). The operation means I can’t schedule any shoots until the end of January, so I’ve been feeling as though poor Ariel and Amelia were in retirement. But I realised I had a window of opportunity before my operation and decided it’d be a great idea to stock up on BDSM experiences to get me through January. Sort of in the same way that everyone else is buying turkeys and boil-in-the-bag rice, and whatever else we buy in a great big pre-Christmas panic. Boil-in-the-bag rice? I don’t know where that came from. I’ve never had it myself….
Lordy, this is going to be a long post, I can feel it coming on.
So, here’s my schedule of shoots I’ve been doing, and shoots I’m hoping to do before hospital catches up with me. They’ve been tremendous fun so far, although sometimes rather surprising.
After the Erotica Exhibition (which was brilliant – thanks again to the people who came to see me, it made me so happy) I headed to the frozen North to http://www.chimerabondage.com/
I’ve worked for Chimera several times before, and have found their self-bondage concept fabulously challenging. As a bondage model, it’s often easy to drift off into a happy world of one’s own while being tied up – but being the rigger as well makes a lot more demands on concentration. This maybe makes it a little bit less of a sexy experience (especially for someone who really likes to fantasise about the person tying me up), but on this trip they gave me a chance to experiment with self-suspension, which I absolutely loved. Here’s a quick frame-grab of my favourite one…

So, with ‘suspension’ ticked off my Christmas memory list, off I went to another bondage shoot, this time in the frozen South West.
And it was absolutely brilliant. I’ve always enjoyed dividing my time between shooting for commercial projects, and working with people who are simply producing BDSM pictures for their own entertainment. Both approaches have lots of advantages, and this shoot seemed to have all the pleasures of not shooting commercially. It was the photographer’s first bondage shoot for a year, which meant he basically had 12 months worth of ideas and props to try out. He also had no particular quota of shots he needed for each set of pictures, which meant we could try really, really uncomfortable things because they only needed to be sustainable for a minute or so. Tremendous! And, not having the ruthless approach of a professional producer (which I’m entirely in sympathy with), he didn’t see it as a waste of time to stop for a cup of tea and a cake every time he’d untied me. Mince pies! Duck l’orange for lunch! And the largest collection of spreader bars I’d ever seen. After ending up on my back, feeling like a large robotic insect with spreader bars attached at every possible point, I drove back home feeling as though I’d had the very best kind of day.
The very next day, I had my first proper, full-day CP shoot since August. It was one which I’d missed shooting because of being in hospital on the scheduled shoot day, and I’d spent 3 months looking forward to finally having a go at bringing the story to life. My friend P had spent that time refining his script and adding more details, so we spent the day in a gorgeous Alice-in-Wonderland world of dreams which gradually became darker and more severe as the shoot progressed.
But oh, my Goodness. I hadn’t realised how quickly my body would forget how to cope with hard CP. Since I started spanking modelling, I’ve worked fairly regularly, and of course, I’ve played a lot at home too. But being ill put any harder play on hold, and since I’ve started to feel better I’ve been shooting constantly which has meant the BDM has been very careful about leaving marks on me. This shoot, however, was scheduled to allow recovery time, so there were prolonged strappings and canings in the script.
Wow! I’d forgotten what proper bruising is like! After the first 12 stroke caning, my bottom felt strangely corrugated – nothing like the slightly raised ridges I’d become used to. ‘How interesting!’ I thought to myself. And was rather pleased, really, to have the chance to re-capture what marks are meant to be like. A couple of (marvellous) scenes later, I was playing a maid who was being strapped instead of dismissed – for an offence she didn’t commit. Totally up-my-street story-wise, I do enjoy being a martyr. And normally, stories I’m enjoying carry me along so well that I don’t feel the pain too much. But not at this shoot. Deeply enjoying my character (who’d decided not to give anyone the pleasure of seeing her react to being punished), I felt confident that I could cope with the strap (it’s one of mine, and I thought I remembered what it felt like).
I was entirely wrong. After about 5 strokes, I thought it must have drawn blood. As far as I know this isn’t actually possible with the strap we were using, but it hurt absolutely hideously. Not that it wasn’t fun (it really was, my character just had to up her game a bit), but by the end of the scene, I could feel hard bruises appearing under the skin. It’s a feeling I associate with the result of a wooden paddle, not a leather strap. Still very interesting, I thought. But I started to feel a bit nervous about the final scene, which was a long caning.
Again, it was constructed to make me want to be terribly brave. I’d been caught helping stranded airmen escape an occupied war-time country, and was trying not to hand any information over until they’d had time to escape. For every 5 minutes I resisted questioning, 10 strokes of the cane would be added to my punishment.
Hoorah! I thought. I’m going to be amazingly brave! P had kindly constructed the story so that the airmen would escape, and by the time I finally gave away their hiding place, I’d earned 80 strokes of the belt, and 80 of the cane. This wasn’t beyond what we’d shot in previous films, so, seeking refuge in my happiness at my imaginary compatriots’ freedom, I prepared to be very, very brave and patriotic.
In the bizarre blur of pain that followed, I recall a few things. I scraped the skin off one of my elbows, gouged a deep scar in the wooden chair I was bending over with the handcuffs I was wearing, ended up on the floor a lot of times, hit myself in the eye with the same handcuffs, and screamed an awful lot. My ruthless captor, in a remarkable gesture of decency, decided that maybe I’d had enough. Like a loon, I insisted we should carry on, and so the scene ended with the highly-trained heroine politely insisting that Mr Interrogator should continue, she didn’t want to interrupt his work; while Mr Beastly Interrogator heroically claimed that no, it was quite alright, he wasn’t angry any more and didn’t want to carry on punishing his mortal enemy after all.
Obviously, it was sensible, kind and sane for P to finish the scene at 60 strokes. Having occasionally been caned by tops who have lost all sense of proportion and reality, I appreciate his clear-sighted approach very much indeed. And from my point of view it was an absolutely fabulous day; not just because of the excellent story, but because of the chance to feel as though I was starting all over again as a spanking model. A week on, I still have fading bruises, and I feel absolutely the opposite of jaded. But it’s shocking to realise how fast my body had forgotten how to deal with prolonged CP.
Honestly, this is ridiculously long post. I haven’t actually finished telling you about my kink-ridden couple of weeks, which have included a wonderful two-day slave-training shoot with the BDM. So I think I’d better stop, have a rest, and post again when I’ve collected my thoughts a bit.
Thanks for jolly well reading, and hope you’re stocking up for Christmas too!
A/a

Oooh, Erotica

Hello everyone! I seem to be feeling better, and am back at work for now. I’ll be having an investigative operation just before Christmas, and will possibly have bits of me removed if it’s deemed necessary (I’m hoping they won’t take anything important away, like my bottom…). But in the meantime, I’m allowed to shoot again, as long as I’m careful (no hanging upside down for now).
And to celebrate being back, the fabbo John Tisbury has employed me to work on his stand at the Erotica Exhibition in London next week.
This is very exciting for a number of reasons; we’re exhibiting John’s new work from the last year, which includes some pictures of me that I’m very proud of. I’ll get to have a go at trying to make people buy things (I’m rubbish at this – I have no hard-sell ability whatsoever and am slightly pathetically grateful if anyone buys a picture of me). And hopefully, I’ll meet a couple of people who read my blog. This is always tremendous fun; so if you happen to be in the London area next weekend come along and find me – I’ll be in the art gallery section.
You can even buy the above picture, if you like.