busy busy
which is good
better than not busy
but then now i wish i didnt go to the shoot i had yesterday
it was with a fotog i worked with before so that was fine.
but he hired this bondage guy to come. some 'master'
yeah whatever.
i should have known better.
from the start things didnt seem right.
he didn't ask me about my health or potential problems
and i obviously had marks from my show in amsterdam.
no flexibilty questions or anything of the sort.
so i started that talk myself.
fine.
then instead of discussing what positions etc we were going to do (he had a suspension point set up ready to go which wasnt exactly to my liking but would do), he put his hand out to um, 'read my aura' or some shit, so he could determine what he could do with me.
that was the 2nd *ding* that went off in my head.
so i told him what he was going to do instead.
start with a chest harness which he did, but.. er. it was odd.
tho this wasn't how i normally get one, i figured maybe he had some other technique he wanted to try out. *ding* 3.
not how i'm used to it but moving on...
then he put these ropes onto the side of the chest harness, not sure what he was planing. they cinced the rope and my skin with it. *ding*4
thigh ropes, ankle ropes. no space between rope and skin which i make him re-do by putting my own fingers in place. again it pinched my skin (too much) to which he replied that it was inevitable... (!?!?!?!) *ding*ding*ding*ding*
left ankle goes up. weight on my chest goes down and feels odd but i can handle it. then he starts attaching something to the side chest ropes and that wasn't feeling right at all. *ding* then i tell him the chest harness is completely unbalanced and not good at all and needs to be re-done, to which he questions whether or not he can fix it while i am still semi suspended. DUH *ding*
he tried to fix this by tugging and yanking on the ropes which illicits a really glaring look from me. pinched skin and unnecessary rope burn and strain. so i tell him to take it all off and do it again.
*ding*
up again.
at this point i realize that the ankle ties have not been locked and are cinching tighter. *ding* i tell him this shit is over and to take me down.
he does, but whips the ropes off too fast and ropeburn.
i tell him that i will undo those ropes myself.
so he gets to my ankle which is sensitive. after the ropes come off and i realize the ankle is sore with quite a bit of marks from the compression, he then starts to vigorously rub my fucking ankle which gets a big fucking shout from me to not touch me.
this session is over.
i suppose it was my fault for not stopping it sooner.
the days i spent in Tim included 2 days of bondage and SM work (several hours and multiple scenes), then a flight to Amsterdam for a bondage suspension show, followed by a flight to Vienna, with the next day (yesterday) this shoot i am talking about.
and even with the harder work i was less in pain.
now after this idiot 'master' my ribs are fucking sore and if i straighten up my torso and breathe in deap, i feel pain. and it irritiates me to no end that i let this idiot tie me up. it also irritates me that i didn't tell him to stop earlier. i knew it wasn't right. fuck. so now i feel like an idiot with fucked up ribs and more rope marks (uneven on my skin too) from this stupid 15 minute bit of bondage than all the bondage i did the other 3 days combined.
i didnt realize this until i woke up this am around 5am because sleeping on my side was causing me pain.
i cant remember his frikken name, but i can find out.
i do remember he said he was doing bondage work since 1995 or something.
so basically he's been doing shit bondage for over 10 years.
called the photographer today.
i wanted to tell him that i didnt want the images used anywhere nor given to that bondage guy. i dont want him to be able to list me as one of his credits and sucker other models into working with him. and to tell him that the rigger he hired somehow fucked me up. (the other people i worked with this week i have already worked with before and one thing i do know about well is my own body).
he says that the photo set of me suspended is un-useable. i have this really hateful expression on my face. and he has no problems deleting the images.
yeah.
now hopefully my ribs will feel better before the day is done.
which is good
better than not busy
but then now i wish i didnt go to the shoot i had yesterday
it was with a fotog i worked with before so that was fine.
but he hired this bondage guy to come. some 'master'
yeah whatever.
i should have known better.
from the start things didnt seem right.
he didn't ask me about my health or potential problems
and i obviously had marks from my show in amsterdam.
no flexibilty questions or anything of the sort.
so i started that talk myself.
fine.
then instead of discussing what positions etc we were going to do (he had a suspension point set up ready to go which wasnt exactly to my liking but would do), he put his hand out to um, 'read my aura' or some shit, so he could determine what he could do with me.
that was the 2nd *ding* that went off in my head.
so i told him what he was going to do instead.
start with a chest harness which he did, but.. er. it was odd.
tho this wasn't how i normally get one, i figured maybe he had some other technique he wanted to try out. *ding* 3.
not how i'm used to it but moving on...
then he put these ropes onto the side of the chest harness, not sure what he was planing. they cinced the rope and my skin with it. *ding*4
thigh ropes, ankle ropes. no space between rope and skin which i make him re-do by putting my own fingers in place. again it pinched my skin (too much) to which he replied that it was inevitable... (!?!?!?!) *ding*ding*ding*ding*
left ankle goes up. weight on my chest goes down and feels odd but i can handle it. then he starts attaching something to the side chest ropes and that wasn't feeling right at all. *ding* then i tell him the chest harness is completely unbalanced and not good at all and needs to be re-done, to which he questions whether or not he can fix it while i am still semi suspended. DUH *ding*
he tried to fix this by tugging and yanking on the ropes which illicits a really glaring look from me. pinched skin and unnecessary rope burn and strain. so i tell him to take it all off and do it again.
*ding*
up again.
at this point i realize that the ankle ties have not been locked and are cinching tighter. *ding* i tell him this shit is over and to take me down.
he does, but whips the ropes off too fast and ropeburn.
i tell him that i will undo those ropes myself.
so he gets to my ankle which is sensitive. after the ropes come off and i realize the ankle is sore with quite a bit of marks from the compression, he then starts to vigorously rub my fucking ankle which gets a big fucking shout from me to not touch me.
this session is over.
i suppose it was my fault for not stopping it sooner.
the days i spent in Tim included 2 days of bondage and SM work (several hours and multiple scenes), then a flight to Amsterdam for a bondage suspension show, followed by a flight to Vienna, with the next day (yesterday) this shoot i am talking about.
and even with the harder work i was less in pain.
now after this idiot 'master' my ribs are fucking sore and if i straighten up my torso and breathe in deap, i feel pain. and it irritiates me to no end that i let this idiot tie me up. it also irritates me that i didn't tell him to stop earlier. i knew it wasn't right. fuck. so now i feel like an idiot with fucked up ribs and more rope marks (uneven on my skin too) from this stupid 15 minute bit of bondage than all the bondage i did the other 3 days combined.
i didnt realize this until i woke up this am around 5am because sleeping on my side was causing me pain.
i cant remember his frikken name, but i can find out.
i do remember he said he was doing bondage work since 1995 or something.
so basically he's been doing shit bondage for over 10 years.
called the photographer today.
i wanted to tell him that i didnt want the images used anywhere nor given to that bondage guy. i dont want him to be able to list me as one of his credits and sucker other models into working with him. and to tell him that the rigger he hired somehow fucked me up. (the other people i worked with this week i have already worked with before and one thing i do know about well is my own body).
he says that the photo set of me suspended is un-useable. i have this really hateful expression on my face. and he has no problems deleting the images.
yeah.
now hopefully my ribs will feel better before the day is done.