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Fetish Country Club Images: 9212.5
Total Journals: 322
Journal Images: 1974

Last journal:
August 13, 2003

There are at least 235 different models on the site.

I'm macho. I run the show. I direct or so I thought. One day, during my 275 image exhibition on the walls of Stormy Leather, I was approached by a young man with heavily tattooed lower arms asking how someone got to be a model for my photographs. He said he and his girlfriend would be interested. I asked what constitued their `play' relationship and he said she (short blonde hair wearing clothes that disguised her body type) `bottomed' to him and if they played together with another couple they both `bottomed'. Days later, again after visiting Eurotech for another trunk full of sex toys I suggested to Gwen and Brandon we go north of town, pick out a motel along route 101 and call up Bethany and Gary. We found Days Inn off the highway north of Novato and unloaded our gear around 10 pm. I called the new couple and gave them our location. Meantime Gwen was busy lacing herself into a new corset I had bought made by Stormy Leather that GREATLY cinched her already tiny waistline. She then knelt on the motel all weather rug and began to apply her make-up. Brandon asked/begged if he could cuddle/worship her high heels while she continued with her make-up. He dropped to his knees, nakd from the waist down and leaned far forward and began to lick her heels. Brillantly and immediately she sat her naked ass back on his head and expertly opened her thighs and without stopping her make-up apllication, squeezed his head between her pale thighs. He was trapped with his ass high in the air and his balls swinging freely. He was imprisoned in her flesh as he held the outside of her nylon covered thighs.

The doorbell rang and I answered it stepping outside to greet Bethany for the first time and her boyfriend Gary. I asked if it would be possible to allow me to blindfold her outside the room and bind her eyes. (In this way she would not see her two playmates immediately). She agreed and therefore met Brandon and Gwen BLINDFOLDED and bound. I immediately instructed Gwen to strip her, all the time thinking I would get to orchestrate what was about to happen. Instead, as Gwen removed Bethany's grey seat shirt I was amazed to see her upper arms, the area below her fine breasts and her upper thighs slashed with 3 to 4 inch pocket knife scars!!!!. Off came her sweat pants exposing more slash marks on her thighs above her knees. What? Why? When? "I went to a room and cut myself". Alone, I asked. "Yes", she said. Was it erotic? Did you come? "No she said contently. I remember my friend in France, Karim, describing the two sensations when he cut himself , the coldness of the blade and the warmth of the blood. I'm not into blood sports but this was beautiful. Tribal. Body decoration. Blindfolded she tried on different hihg heels I had brought for her. Finally we settled on the ballet boots and I instructed Brandon to clean her feet which he eagerly did while Bethany sat naked on the edge of the bed and Gwen videotaped and I took photos. After he had licked her feet clean he then applied baby powder before helping her put on the boots.

Again Brandon was made to clean Gwen's feet as I suggested the naked and scarred Bethany straddle the back of Gwen SO the two ladies were haring space ont he edge of the bed. Without speaking I indicated Gwen should wax compliant and blind-folded Bethany. As the was began to decorate her body and drip across her nipples making her look like a female Gladiator, Gwen instructed Brandon to stand next to her. She told him to hold out his semi-erect penis as she began to also drip hot wax on his cock. Bethany and Brandon were experienceing different sensations. Bethany said the wax felt as it hit her skin that she was being gently massaged. Brandon moaned and grimaced but stayed at her side. Naturally I enjoyed shoting Bethany from below as I peered between her legs as the was danced across her SHAVEN pussy.

Brandon's cock was covered in blue wax as the ladies-some blind-folded twikked and pinched his nipples. He was a wearingg vintage hernia belt leaving his cock and balls available for their pleasure. The interplay between the three characters was erotic. After a time Bethany and Gary repaired to the bathroom to remove the wax as Brandon dealt with his cock. I heard Bethany ask to go to the bathroom and naturally I suggested she be bound at the wrists by "tub" restraints that had suction cups and were attached to the bathroom mirror. As she attempted to pee I remembered Gary remarking that she, like me, had a phobia about touching her navel. I put my forefinger into her belly button and she went wild- fortunately I had Gary video taping and later I held the still camera in one hand and took photos with my other hand. She is twisting and turnnign and laugfhing and yelping. What is it about tickling beautiful young naked women while they are BOUND. Very erotic for me.

We returned to SF very late. Two days later, Marie from Power Exchange called to tell me about champion fitness model Siren Blue. I called Siren and invited her to the house. In walked a blue-eyed black haired beauty built like "a brick shithouse". Tiny waist and huge arms and a tiny smile that was fetching. She was PERFECT and she had personality. I wanted to shoot her and arranged to meet that night at Power Exchange with Gwen.

What happened from 10pm to 1 am to FOLLOW.

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August 1, 1996
A Reality Named Desire

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