I n t o T h e A t t i c . c o m / B l o g

Being a dog owner one of the first things you learn is if you have control of the head the body will follow.

There’s a certain honesty in acceptance. Like when you have your head locked in place, your bent over at the waist and you can’t use your hands –let alone your arms. You are naked and completely at the mercy of someone else. A clothed someone else. You might not even like that someone else. There’s a real honesty in that. Like when that person starts to cane your ass. You have to accept it. For this day, for this moment, you are less than. You simply grit your teeth and accept the whack. If you have trouble standing that’s okay. If you have to dance around for a bit, lose your composure and otherwise break down in front of that someone else, that’s okay too. Really, we understand. Sometimes it can be really frustrating. To be bound so restrictively, so immobilizing and yet, you have to accept the pain. It can make you want to cry. It can make you cry. In front of that person you may not like. You may not want to show that type of vulnerability to this person. But you have too. And that’s the point where you realize you’re about to be broken down. That’s the acceptance. That is honesty. Undeniable honesty.

When that strike comes it will be all that fills your mind for the first few seconds. And then you might get mad. At least, until the next strike fills your mind. Then your probably going to cry. And that clothed person, their just going to ignore it.

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Big smile. She wears a 6.5 shoe. Look at the way the calf of her leg flares out below the knee and then cuts back in toward the ankle. In perfect proportion. I could smell her cunt pretty much from the moment she removed her clothing. I like Iris. In spite of the tattoos and brand work, this really was a rather innocent, shy, vulnerable girl. Really. She was.

I mean look at that innocent stance. Hands and forearms crossed over in an effort to hide her box. This was the first time this girl had ever been tied up, gagged, a vibrator on her pussy or even had a dildo used on her. Ever. Did you hear me? Let alone naked in front of strangers.

You got something very real from this shoot. Not that they all aren’t –but this one is self evident like few are. This girl suffered for us. This girl suffered like no other in recent memory. This girl got her boundaries pushed. Iris came in for an experience and she got it delivered to her.

If you like your bondage with suffering, desperation, begging and pain –grab your jack-off towel because you’ll need it next Thursday.

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As I sit on the toilet taking a shit sunshine is streaming through the window above me. The room is bright and smelly. The computer is on my lap as I pound away and discharge at the same time. The keys echoing in the unfurnished area. I can see that the lights in the other room dim occasionally as Zed, somewhere within the confines of The Attic, is welding together some scissor lift thing for a huge dildo. This got me to thinking about just how much time we spend here at The Attic coming up with ways in which to torture willing women. Just the night before Zed, unable to sleep and still downing a pot of coffee & flipping his 32nd cigarette into the fountain, is welding and grinding away most of the evening on some contraption for use in a shoot down the road. Then the next day he tells me he was up all night lying in bed thinking of ways to torture women. And I’m thinking, “that’s funny, so was I”. We spend the whole rest of the day sketching out diagrams, shopping at Home Depot and exerting more mental energy than Goebbels did during Hitler’s regime. When we go to dinner it doesn’t stop there. As we pull in we’re brainstorming some crazy idea where we give a chick really pious clothes to wear, give her a hooker outfit to put on and have her do it inside a clear box that is only four feet high and two feet wide. And if she doesn’t get changed in like five minutes she’ll get a terrible shock –or it will suddenly fill with water. To make it even more interesting we’d put the “changing room” on top of a table that simulates a 9.5 earthquake. Of course, this just leads us into this whole discussion where we’d simulate all these different natural disasters while the chick tries to change clothes, or masturbate, or….and it never stops. The next day Zed comes in and tells me about this new idea he has. Where the chick has this huge cage on her head. It’s a bird cage. And the person wearing the cage has their mouth propped open. Propped open because that’s where the bird lives –in her mouth, inside another little cage.

And on it goes…

Later that same day the discussion turned toward the creation of a new device that holds a girl in a position much like a scarecrow you’d see out in the fields of yesteryear. Of course, it would be off the ground slightly and a straw hat will be a must.

Suspend a chick from a tree and shoot her with a paint ball gun (Syn volunteered for this)…

I’m still cooking up this idea where we install a clear toilet (I just can’t get it past the legal department)…

Zed is thinking of making some stocks out of twisted rope…

The Attic II is big enough we were thinking it would be fun to conduct the initial interview via walkie-talkie (we can see her but she can’t see us)…

We have a giant cauldron where we thought we could put a girl in it, add chopped up vegetables and “cook” them…

Immobilize some girl in a chair, nude, and then sit her in front of a giant industrial fan while she explains her first bondage experience to me (hopefully this one would be her first)…

The Wheel of Luther, where I wear a large game show sized wheel which has progressively larger dildos on it, each dildo with a white plate beneath it. Then I just stand there while the chick puts on red lipstick and attempts to leave her mark on the white plates until she can’t deep throat it any longer. Of course, when the wheel turns it makes a terrible noise before locking into place. Actually, I think it would be better if some big black guy named Laurence wore the wheel…

I’m always a fan of feeding girls things that have been in their box or that they’ve sprayed upon…

Or the head vise….

…and this is just in the space of 36 hours. And the oddness of living at The Attic isn’t limited to these strange ideas floating about (and coming to fruition). No. You never know when UPS is going to show up with a delivery of giant dildos or some new epoxy resin has come for Zed or some service person shows up that needs to fix something inside and you have to make sure that they don’t see anything “out-of-the-ordinary”.

And my email Inbox….I wish I could show you that. Take for example the most recent submission. A girl looking so innocent and so inexperienced in bondage, I had to write her back and make sure that she’d looked the web site over very carefully. You know, I wanted to make sure she knew some unusual things might happen. She wrote me back and said, “Yes, I did notice all of this…and it excites me.”

…how about a smoke Zed?

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I was looking at some family photos today and was struck by how old everyone looked. My Uncle in particular. A man who was so vibrant in life once. A man who wouldn’t take a flake of shit from anyone in his heyday. A man virile enough in his youth to court my mother’s sister and win her over for the next 55 years. This is a man who fought in WWII. He’d traveled all over Europe at a time when this country was striving to stay free. A time when most people of this day have no inclination as to how desperate the world was at that time. A man who went on to raise a large family working as an entrepreneur. Working hard every day with the type of values rarely seen anymore. This man accomplished so much in his life. A man so strong, so active, so in your face with the force of his energy, is now a feeble old man. A man likely unable to even recall much of what he accomplished in his tenure. It seems cruel to have the life slowly removed from you like that. Until you are simply a shell of your former self.

When I was a young boy I often heard my mother or father telling me not stand with the refrigerator door open. Or that I could only have one cookie. Or not to talk to folks outside with the front door open and the air conditioner running. Nowadays, one of my favorite things to do when I call my mother some 3000 miles away is to first open the front door as wide as possible with the central air running on high, then pull a large pie from the refrigerator, leave the door wide open, call mom, and then shove the whole pie in my mouth as I inform her that both the refrigerator door as well as the front door are standing wide open.

If you don’t keep ‘em on their toes they’ll go senile.

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Well, I’d sliced up and deeply massaged with flour and breadcrumbs, quite a few pieces of pork tenderloin. So many pieces I was sure I couldn’t eat them all. I laid them in a skillet properly brought up to temperature with extra virgin olive oil. I folded the medallions into the skillet only to hear them start to sizzle, just gently. Enough to know they were cooking at the right temperature. I went ahead and texted Zed, who was somewhere within the confines of The Attic. Just to let him know I had them cooking. I certainly didn’t want to waste any of this beautiful meat. As the medallions cooked I sprinkled a tad bit more breadcrumb onto them. Figuring they would just be a snack I pulled them from the skillet once they’d cooked medium rare. Juicy. I laid them out and just started eating them. I cut into each piece and watched as the meat gave way, exuding some liquid fat and moisture. They were hot, ready to eat. The breadcrumbs made them kind of crunchy. I kept thinking Zed should hurry up. And before I knew it I’d eaten every fucking one of them. And I was pulling the already cleaned skillet back from the pantry and onto the stove again. I was pouring more olive oil into the skillet. Slicing more tenderloin. This time I found myself opening a can of black-eyed peas. Cooking up a meal in spite of the fact I wasn’t even hungry before. It was those tenderloins. They were cooked so goddamn perfectly I had to make a whole meal out of them. And so I did. I sat at the counter-top scarfing down half a dozen more medallions and a can of black-eyed peas while the canines watched in horror as I picked up my cleaned dishes and went to bed.

Egg Nog is a bit like drinking melted ice cream.

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The trick here is to jam that giant dildo in her cunt so fast, so effortlessly and with such precision all you’d see from her is a mouth wide open and no sound coming out. It’s akin to pulling the tablecloth out from underneath a finely set table. This little procedure takes some skill. You wouldn’t want to miss and hit that A-hole unexpectedly. No, this is something you want to do in one quick, mindless move. Pop. It’s in.

If you’ve done everything right you should get a reaction similar to that. I suppose the Hitachi doesn’t hurt matters.

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It’s hard to argue with the honesty found in these images.

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You never know how well a shoot will go until the girl shows up. And that’s really what I want to talk about, the girl. How well the end result is, the package you see on the update, in large part, is based on the girl that shows up that day. How nervous she is, her personality, her ability to let go, the energy between her and I, if she brought an escort or not, her willingness to explore boundaries, etc. Some girls come in and want a total experience. They let me push their boundaries. They allow a complete power exchange. They trust. Even though I am a complete stranger, they give themselves over to the situation. There’s a quality to this type of shoot that is readily apparent. Like the Romola shoot, or the Goldie or Elizabeth shoots. The Eva shoot. The first Angel shoot comes to mind. Her nervousness so compelling and genuine she almost didn’t even come in to see us.

These types of girls, this type of attitude really, is the ingredient needed for a shoot I would personally find compelling. But I readily acknowledge the quality of the other types of shoots. Like the latest, Scarlet. One where the girl is so uptight, so incapable of relaxing, at least readily, one where her guard is up high, this type of shoot brings it’s own honesty and reality. The paradox of the first scene in Scarlet’s shoot is a prime example. Where she is fucked with the fuck stick, tells us it really feels like nothing to her –but lots of creamy, milky white fluid is seeping from her cunt and dropping to the floor beneath her –that’s honesty. That conflict is very real. We don’t make this shit up. The girls that come in to see us often, just as I tell you on their profiles, haven’t had any experience with bondage or BDSM. So what you see is the real deal. The experience you are seeing for them really is, often, their very first.

The conflict at hand is bringing something compelling to you, The Viewer, from every type of girl who comes in to see us. Sometimes you have the scene bring both elements of greatness mixed with the most dismal reaction possible from the girl. And of course, it is in these situations that the challenge is most obvious. And because we primarily, because we strive to work exclusively with newbies, scenes must be addressed with that in mind. Here is a good example: I recently told Scarlet I wanted to wrap Saran wrap around her face. A negotiation ensued. Contrast that with Angel who, while I was picking rope off the floor, asked me to place a bag over her head for the next scene. Both girls wanted something intense, something powerful, something that pushed their boundaries. One knew how to let that desire fall onto her, to trust the situation. The other could not allow that same type of open trust. I find both attitudes compelling for wholly different reasons. I hope you do too.

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Scarlet recently met The Circle of Charlie. I wonder if that went well?

Really doesn’t look like things are improving.

 This is a little thing I like to call Penguinosity.

What in the Sam hill could I be talking to her about. I think we were discussing the irrationality of the square root of 2. And she seemed to think the denumerization of prime numbers was far more compelling. Anyway, time to plug the other end of that wire into the electrical box.

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When you stop and think about it a minute, this business we are in is a little, well, atypical. I mean, when you really think about it, it’s a little bizarre. This business of tying up and, well, “torturing” consenting females. Chicks of all persuasions and needs come in to see us.

Take Lita for instance. A girl who had never been tied up before. Having admired rope work and bondage in general she wanted a taste of it. She considered it enough that she knew she wanted to be bound in a baker’s outfit –and came prepared.

Or Celeste. Another girl who had never been tied up before. She wanted an experience. She wanted ultimately to be a Domina. She figured this was a good way to learn the ropes from both vantage points. I thought she could take quite a bit for a newbie.

Zed and I spend most of our waking hours considering, creating and manufacturing objects and ways to bind and humiliate consenting females. And there are plenty of females out there who very much want to be bound, forced to endure pain and humiliated right on camera for you, The Viewer.

There’s just something about letting yourself go. Letting someone else take charge. To no longer be responsible for a time. Just come in and let some stranger strip you and bind you in manners quite unladylike. Maybe humiliate you. Whip or beat you. While it may not be obvious to some, that type of experience can be quite empowering for the subject at hand.

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