After Daddy Wendell and Jolie had set various parts of me on fire, we cleaned up the kitchen and moved into the living room. They generously agreed to allow me to take pictures of their scene together, and so I sat quietly on a couch in the corner, trying with all my strength not to grin like a creepy stalker, even though I was really, really excited.
Unfortunately, me sitting “quietly” lasted about 5 minutes, up to the point when Daddy Wendell asked Jolie what their scene should entail. “A rope corset!” I blurted out without thinking, and then apologized profusely. As it turned out, though, they both liked the idea and he pulled out a selection of ropes and got started.
Watching the two of them together was quite intense. Jolie is striking – with her pale skin and dark hair she reminds me a lot of a young Dita Von Teese – and the purple rope looked beautiful wrapped around her. Wendell worked carefully, clearly enjoying himself, as I moved around them, taking pictures of the scene.
(Now do you see why I was ready to do anything Jolie suggested?)
I’m sorry that I can’t post pictures of their faces, because I’d love to share her classic beauty, his intense concentration, and the sweetness of the moments when they would communicate trust and tenderness without saying a word. Daddy Wendell has a kind, evil way of slowly drawing you in with his innocent smile and friendly laugh and then unleashing his sadism in one wicked, unexpected blow. He is by far the scariest teddy bear I’ve ever met.
After Jolie was fully bound, he applied clothespins in across her chest and pulled them off with one sharp tug…
and then he held her close, alternately slapping and caressing her face. He used a firm hand and hit hard, but had such a gentle touch, and all the while she was smiling and moaning or gasping and wincing so beautifully I was in awe that I was able to capture even a little of it.
After they paused and I brought them some water, we went downstairs into the dungeon to watch the scene that was playing out there (yes, there are pictures, and yes, I will share some in another post.) Daddy Wendell and Jolie sat together on the couch and soon he was untying the ropes and sliding clover clamps onto her nipples and she was slung over his lap for a paddling.
The glow of a heater along her body was just perfectly gorgeous:
Daddy Wendell with his hand up, ready to bring hard leather down onto a very pink ass
Jolie trying to keep her composure as blow after blow landed. The look on her face was amazing – a combination of beauty, pain and pleasure that almost reminded me of fervent, pious prayer…
..if your god happens to be an evil mother-fucking teddy bear, that is.
I owe gratuitous thanks to both Daddy Wendell and Jolie for letting me photograph their time together – it was my first time taking pictures of someone else’s scene, and it was an incredible experience. And thanks also to the residents (denizens?) of the Big Pink House who regularly lend their space for classes and parties for the kink community.
And after all of this…I’m almost afraid to say it out loud, but I was surprised to discover…
as much as I love being in a scene, I think I might enjoy taking pictures of one even more.
Now where am I gonna find myself a kinky therapist to talk that over with?
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