Lorelei's Diary

On February l9th, Severin came over. I duct-taped his hands together and put a few chains around him. I pulled the grey hood over his head and blindfolded him. I secured his ankles together and tied the hands to the bedpost. He rolled around for a while and after a bit I picked up the camera and took a few pictures. We had some fun though there is a difference in the way he wants the bondager to be a Dominatrix. I did my best, which wasn't very good. It doesn't come naturally to me.

Afterward Severin gave me a big hug.

The next night, Severin and I went to Rocky Horror in Ann Arbor with the performing group. After the show, we all went to S.'s for an all-night party. I had brought one long nylon rope and some kerchiefs, so Severin and I started being silly with them. First I tied Severin to the stairwell and gagged him. Two people had cameras so they took shots of me standing over Severin as he reveled in his submission.

Then Severin escaped and tied me to the stairwell. He had rope left over so he tied it around S., who was sitting on the floor in front of the stair, drinking and smoking. She was unfazed so they took more pictures of us. Before long, most of the party-goers wanted in on the fun, so we used the rope to tie everybody together. We were in a large pile on the floor with limbs everywhere and a bit of rope on everyone. Photos were taken and there was a lot of and giggling. Later some escapees brought ice to us and there was at least an hour of jamming cubes in each others' clothes.

I was pleased with the cooperative mood of the crowd; occasionally if one person shifted around and pulled on his part of the rope, it would pinch someone else's wrists or ankles, and a quick complaint would bring readjustment until everyone was comfortable again. It really was nice.

Severin said that I looked like I was in my element. "You’re very at ease while you’re in bondage," he observed. I agreed.

The group in general enjoyed it as a game and they liked the "kinkiness" of the idea, but I think only S. actually had a deeper reaction to it. She seemed to enjoy it at a different level than the others.

A week or two later I asked her if she’d ever like to model. She was unsure and I left it open. Like R., she’s sensitive about being overweight and probably does not like having her picture taken.

That Monday night, Chaz & I had "regular" sex -- an especially nice time, I imagine, since there’s a smiley-face on my calendar.

On February 25th, I did a photo shoot with Carla. She requested specifically that her feet be tied a lot -- she likes the feel of it.

We took a great number of photos but I wasn't happy with them when they came back. Some days I seem to be artistically inspired, and do wonderful work, and some days my photos are only worth the trash can.

On Saturday, February 27th, Chaz, Jace and I did some bondage photos. Harmon wanted us to send some blindfold photos for printing. Most of these photos weren't much good either, though I ought to do another shoot someday wearing the red dress. It looked very nice with the white rope.

I had a stomach ache that day, so sometimes the pose had to be ended prematurely.

On February 29th, Bondage Life 31 came in the mail. I'd already received a copy of "my" page the week before, and had been disturbed at what was printed. It was mostly word-for-word my questionnaire responses from the Sarah Survey, but I was unprepared for everyone reading my fantasy in print. It described briefly my current Shannon fantasy (thank god I didn’t state his name) and my bondage preferences. I was surprised to see that some of my preferences had already changed since then. Mostly, my likes had expanded to include previously disliked things.

I told Jace that the fantasy they printed wasn't a fantasy; it was an ideal film scenario that I would use if I were to make a bondage film. However, later I realized that it really was the fantasy I was using at the time I answered the questionnaire. Actually, it's a good thing, since that fantasy is rather tame compared to most of the storylines I use. Bread-&-water version. The fettucine-&-wine versions would set the paper on fire!

On March lst I tied myself from a photo layout in Bondage Gallery on page 22 (Pia Sands). It was a tie done by Eric Holman. Tying myself, I couldn't do as good a job, but I had the basics down. Then I carried the camera out to the living room in my teeth and waited for Jace to come home. I was about to give up when he arrived. I asked him to take pics and he said "you'll have to wait until I make coffee" and left me lying there. We both laughed pretty hard about that. When he'd made coffee he took the camera and got some shots of me.

I wasn't too pleased with those pictures later -- it really brought home to me how thin I am, and I don’t look good in nude bondage.

Around this time, Holman sent me an extra issue of Bondage Life in the mail and asked me to "edit" it -- mark the errors. I figured it was some sort of audition and nervously sat down to read through it. It was actually sortof fun except for having to read through the fiction piece. I really don't like their fiction stuff; it usually has some women in long-term uncomfortable bondage which they don't always enjoy... and they never get laid... what a letdown! I got that chore done, eventually, and mailed the BL to Harmony. I found out later that Harmon hadn't even wanted that done -- Holman jumped the gun I guess.

Early in March I got my first Pen Pal letters: responses from men who'd read my survey answers in BL and were moved to write to Harmony for forwarding to me. The next week was full of being in Little Mary Sunshine -- which was great fun. I designed the rope set-up used by Indian Yellow-Feather to tie Mary to the pole, and my bondage scarves were used en masse in the bedroom scene (though not for bondage). I was pleased to have my bondage items immortalized on the stage -- not to mention that they videotaped the play too.

Right after opening weekend, I dyed my hair dark brown. I couldn't stand to spend another weekend with Dee spray-painting my hair. When I first dyed it, it was temporarily black. I looked in the mìrror and saw -- Kiéa! I was quite excited and decided to enjoy it for a few minutes. Finally I had to rinse it out to brown. But it was great while it lasted. I really liked looking like Kiea.

By the end of the play I was getting sick. At the time I didn't know it, but I guess by then I'd lost about five pounds from all the stress and activity while working on the musical.

On March 29th, I got to work with a new model -- Ed's friend Raz. She has a lovely face and gorgeous breasts. For my taste, she's perfect, since I like cushy women. But of course she wants to be thinner.

I tied her in a black nightie sitting on my bed. I didn't do a very good tie job -- but then, I never do a good one the first time I work with someone. After that pose, we went in the living room, and she wore her leather strapless dress for a bent-over tie to a chair. That pose made for great cleavage shots but otherwise it wasn’t done well. Shame on me.

Photo: Raz’s first bondage

The next night -- ! Severin came over again and we repeated our last game, only more thorough. I put a sock in each hand, put a sock over each hand, taped each hand with duct tape, and then chained and cuffed the wrists together behind him. I put the gray hood on him again and secured it with duct tape, leaving him blind, also mostly gagged, since I taped below the chin and across the mouth area. I didn't put anything in the mouth because I worry about the safety of it. I wish I'd known then that all you have to do is make sure you put the packing under the tongue; as long as the model holds their tongue up to the back, then they’re protecting the throat, and they can swallow with little difficulty.

I removed his shirt down to his wrists and chained his ankles together, also used a rubber hose with metal hooks to further bind the ankles together. I put some chain around his waist area, then more chain from front to back through the crotch. It was quite a job.

He lay on the bed and I puttered around, letting him wonder. I decided to draw eyes on the tape on his face. I picked up a permanent marker and approached him. When the pen touched his face he jerked away quickly! He said "what's that?" and seemed very frightened! I said "it's a marker," but gave it up, since now there was a line across his face from when he'd moved. I couldn't imagine why it had startled him so badly. Later he explained to me that one time a man had attempted to chloroform him in order to get his compliance for sex! Which was an upsetting and frightening experience for him. Why are there people in the world who would do an awful thing like that. Christ!

I left Severin lying on the bed and got out my scarves. For the musical, I'd had to knot a penny in each scarf, so I needed to untie each scarf. As I untied each,one, I tossed it onto Severin. There were about 40 scarves, and by the time I finished, he was lying under a mountain of scarves. He was really enjoying the sensual experience. Slowly, with great difficulty, he sounded out a narrative through his mask: "Dominatrix Kristine subjects her slave to reasonably strict bondage and prolonged scarf teasing." I swirled the scarves around a bit and then stuffed the whole pile right down his pants. I left him like that while I cleaned my room a bit. Then I came back and pulled the scarves out one by one... slowly.

Severin fantasized that he was a monster, a Hunchback-of-Notre-Dame creature, being blessed by the attentions of a beautiful Dominatrix. He made a few statements about Beauty and the Beast and referred to himself as the Monster.

It was a strange fantasy but in some ways it appealed to me also. Eventually he sat up and I unchained his ankles and dressed him. I released his wrists and he hugged me with his deformed club-hands. I found that to be strangely erotic also, and he made a few more statements about Beauty and the Beast.

I gathered up his belongings and we made our way out to the car with his head still completely covered. I led him blind down the stairs and through the parking lot and everything. We rode back to his place and I led him right into his room, then helped him remove his mask. In a small way, I associated the masking with Phantom of the Opera. I think it would be exciting to tie him in such a way that his mask left the mouth free, and the mask looked like the Phantom. Maybe I could do that with Jace.

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