Essential Tips To Master Perfect BDSM Photography

Dominatrix With A Crop

“I don’t look anything like the girls on your website.”

This is about the most common thing I would hear when I would speak to a new client.

“Well, let me let you in on a little secret. The girls on my website don’t look anything like the girls on my website either.”

This may or may not be entirely truthful but it puts people at ease.

Everyone has heard of Photoshop and everyone wants it to varying degrees so I let them know we apply it liberally when required. However I will use every part of my skill set to avoid it. If I get it right in camera with good lighting and positioning we can minimise the need or eliminate it entirely… Yes, I am that good.

Naked Strangers And What Actually Happens On A Photoshoot

I have no idea what this person looks like over the phone. I have no idea how comfortable or relaxed they will be during the shoot. I have no idea if the outfits they bring will be flattering to their figure. I have discovered that confidence is far more important than any other part of the skill set and gives you a massive head start. I have to be confident. More importantly, my client has to feel confident.

These days, most of my clients have heard of me through a friend or seen my work so they are confident in my abilities and it’s only themselves they are worried about but it still pays dividends to let them know they aren’t alone. I photograph every shape and size and nothing is going to be weird or gross or whatever they are hung up on.

So we discuss everything over the phone and set out a rough idea of how the shoot will get. We set expectations for quality, cost and other incidentals. Most people at this point want to, but don’t think they will be taking their clothes off due to nerves but we find out if it’s on the cards or not. It’s usually 50/50 and it all comes down to the individual. Most of my clients are either simply excited or ready to fill the porcelain throne with bricks. Very rarely do I get people who are blase.

Sexy woman with a ball gag
Image: Woman With A Ball Gag In Her Mouth

They come into the entry of my studio, it’s also my office admin space as well as a viewing gallery so there is a couch, a TV, some desks and computers. Nothing elaborate. Nothing fancy. A small makeup area and a studio in the back that is fully blocked out to natural light. Nothing overly fancy or elaborate. The studio just looks like a clean artist’s workshop. I get a lot of comments like:

“It doesn’t look like some seedy dungeon!”

or

“It just feels like home.”

This vibe is definitely on purpose. I have worked in more intimidating spaces and it puts people on guard. A lot of my clients are NOT from the kink world. They simply want to pretend for a few hours and have something special to look back on or give the photos to their partner. If the place looks too luxurious then people don’t relax. If the space is too niche with a heavy kink/fetish dungeon vibe it gives people the wrong idea of what goes on behind the curtain. So I have worked hard to establish a safe space where adults play dress-ups rather than an over the top fancy glamour studio or porn production venue.

For the most part, the shoot goes simply.

I very rarely get people who don’t understand the boundary that is the camera. My subjects are sexy for the camera. Not for me. The only time people sexualise what I do is at parties with drunk men slurring

“Do you get to see titties?”

I will always do a warm up set with some simple portrait work and learn my subjects face and body lines. I will figure out what positions will and won’t work here as you don’t want to be working this out with lingerie or nude work. My subject will also learn how I work. No, they are not expected to model for me. Yes, it’s quite easy for the most part. The only difficult thing is holding some of the poses as they can feel very un-natural.

I don’t focus on expressions and specifics. My approach is to cover a lot of ground. Get a lot of variety and let random chance factor in. People don’t usually like the photographs/expressions I like so I find it’s best to get through the work rather than focus in on one particular thing. Besides, if you say to someone their expression – smile/pout/bedroom eyes isn’t working they will become very self-conscious of it. At that point I might as well put the camera in the bin.

If a session is going swimmingly and I can tell my subject is feeling confident it I use 5 simple words.

“How brave are you feeling?”

If someone isn’t feeling comfortable it’s sooo much easier to affirm that they are at their limit here and no one feels uncomfortable at all… Usually… like 99% of the time they are feeling the best they have ever felt about themselves and off come the clothes.

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A Quick Side Anecdote

There was a period of about 3 months where I was shooting art/erotic nudes exclusively. Sometimes up to 8 sessions a day. I noticed as I was burning out that people were responding differently and seeming very deflated. After some introspection I realised I was too detached.

I was not being friendly at all. I was reacting to this person taking their clothes off like a bitter ex-lover filled with vitriol and resentment. I had to make a real effort to not treat it like mopping vomit off the floor and get back to enjoying the process.

The best way to handle the situation is to act like an asexual pixie. Be really excited about everything but sexualise nothing. This will temper people and make sure things never become inappropriate. It’s hard to hit on the professional BDSM, fetish and kink photographer when he is a naive puppy and it’s hard for the naive puppy to offend anyone. It also solidifies the notion that they are being sexy for the camera, not for me. The demeanour has been effective for all clients, from stay at home mums to escorts and exotic dancers.

I have seen it all these days. I have had clients who have had full body lifts after massive weight loss and are completely covered in scars, amputees, people in their 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and even 80’s. I have shot multiple women who have had full double mastectomies, people who have every inch of their body tattooed/pierced, I even had one lady who had a severe physical disability that caused her bone structure and muscles to never properly develop. She was wheelchair bound and I had to literally lift her from the chair and move her into the poses.

There are definitely times where I know I could do better with a second go but I have a 99% success rate with everyone leaving feeling amazing. They might only have 1 or 2 photo’s they love or they might have 50. There are times where you do get it wrong but usually another session a few weeks later fixes that right up.

It doesn’t matter what you’re shooting. I could have a client who is timid to the point of only perhaps showing an inch of cleavage, someone who wants to just do very dark, moody art nudes right up to people who bring their own BDSM kits, doms, submissives, lovers and all sorts. It’s usually very much the same process. We talk, we meet and we shoot. I talk about my puppy mostly during sessions at the moment. Sometimes she is with me at the studio and people want to play with her more than they want to do the photo shoot!

Sexy woman wearing bondage tape
Image: Woman Wearing Bondage Tape

The One Thing That Never Changes

People are impossible to read up front. At the start, everyone is roughly the same. Their mask is on and their guard it up. Give me 30 minutes and a camera and they relax and open up entirely. I am always surprised and usually wrong about who will want what.

The single mum of 3 in her 40’s with one small bag will want to be tied up or do very sexualised erotic art nudes for her dating profile but she won’t mention that to me in the consultation phone call… The stripper with full body tattoos, she will just want some headshots for her personal training business… The guy in his 50’s with terrible hair and teeth? He is adamant the photos are for his partner I will never meet and she wants him to look like a sexy Twilight inspired vampire… The 20 year old uni who is wearing a trench coat and a beanie and looks like she hasn’t slept for a week. After hair and makeup she looks like a BDSM goddess who only brought nipple clamps and a riding crop as her “outfit.”… And the quiet ones? Well you know what they say about the quiet ones.

I have been asked a lot of times if I date clients. Those drunk dudes at parties might not put that quite too politely. A lot of people expect that I live fast and loose. They expect that I lead a very sexually adventurous, party lifestyle due to the nature of my work but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I have dated a client exactly once many years ago when I was still working freelance in other studios. She pursued me aggressively after the session and with the studio owner’s knowledge and permission we started dating. Early in the relationship her life situation changed and so she moved to a different state to be with her family.

It has been a hard no ever since and it’s never even been something I would consider. Quite a few of them have become good friends, joining my Dungeons and Dragons group, gaming online or playing board games together regularly.

Author: Jason is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

JJ Maher has been a professional photographer since 2008 covering all facets from shiny glamour to wedding photographs. As he progressed in his career he began to specialize in portraits of people with particular interest in adult erotica and those living outside of the norm in society. His magnificent portfolio speaks for itself and we welcome his insight and stories of his shoots, how he meets his subjects and the interesting tales he has to tell. Oh, and he is also right into music !

In Defence Of 50 Shades Of Grey (From A Non-fan)

50 Shades a BDSM movie

The happy and bubbly couple stood in front of me “You know he uses them on her in the 50 Shades movie.” I stare back at her blankly my face tells her I haven’t seen the movies. “Oh my god, you haven’t seen them! You have to!”

50 Shades Of Grey for those of you that don’t know (all 3 of you) is a book series about a woman named Anastasia Steel and her love affair with a handsome rich guy named Christian Grey. This book series is also being made into films.

“You’ve read the books though right?” asked the customer. This I could answer “Yes, I read the first one, but I couldn’t really get into it.” She looked at me shocked.

The truth is I really just didn’t like it that much. As someone who has always been pretty sexually open I found it tame. And while I thought the story was ok I just really couldn’t see what all the fuss was about.

In truth, I am not alone. The reaction to 50 Shades Of Grey has been mixed, for every person that loved it there was someone else who said it was pure “mommy porn”, “watered down erotica” or even said it was “not real BDSM.” It seemed that for many people they were underwhelmed, they expected something more from all the hype and to be honest I did kind of agree with them.

However none of that mattered when I had a customer in the store ask for something specific from the films. I realised in that moment whether I liked it or not I should know more about it because like many of the other things I sell I may not be personally into it but it is my job to know about it. It was this interaction that had me downloading the films that night when I got home and settled down to watch them. I didn’t really want to spend the time reading the books and being a film school grad I was keen to watch the movie for homework. I switched on the movie and rolled my eyes at the cheesy opening music and began to watch.

Now this isn’t a film review (no matter how much I want to turn it into one) and in fact I quickly came to realise that what I personally thought of the film was unimportant. What was important was me understanding the appeal and I do.

Who Is Fifty Shades Of Grey Made For?

I had to come to realise that this film wasn’t meant for me, an adult lifestyle centre employee with no filter and little shame. 50 Shades is for people who aren’t or haven’t been very sexually adventurous but would like to try. This book isn’t something the more “experienced” should roll their eyes at it is actually something we should be grateful for.  Because of this book more people and definitely more women are considering their own kinky sexuality, trying new things and generally taking a greater ownership of their own selves.

While the story is considered by many as anti-feminist, I can say the result of the book is anything but. In truth I think many women who like the book see themselves as Anastasia and are coming to realise that their sexuality isn’t something to be ignored it is something to be explored.

Also couple this with the widespread success and the fan fair of the books and movies. To get so popular they must have appealed too many and in that there is an increased acceptance for broader and more open definitions of sex. It was almost saying to people who maybe hadn’t been as open that:

“You liking this isn’t weird look how many other people do as well!”

Anastasia Steel Being Dominated By Christian Grey
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Why Understanding Fifty Shades Of Grey Is Important

From my perspective of taking the time to watch and understand these films has been very important. Firstly, it helped me realise that the people coming into our stores who ask about 50 Shades weren’t uninformed about sex toys, or sex in general (outside of the norm) but rather they are starting their own journey to learn about what is BDSM to them after being inspired and have because of the book have felt comfortable enough to come in and explore their options. Secondly, it reaffirmed something that I had forgotten, people have different tastes. I was always so understanding of customers who would come into the store with “extreme” (whatever that means) requests and questions however I wasn’t extending the same courtesy to the other end of the spectrum, those who were just starting to explore their desires.

In truth, I think there is a lot of judgment surrounding the 50 Shades Of Grey franchise, it seems to be the easy target for many different groups of people and after considering it, I think that this is just silly. Just because you don’t find something appealing doesn’t mean others will have the same reaction. Live and let live as they say.

Author: Jamie is a consultant from Oh Zone Adult Lifestyle Centres

Jennifer works marketing at Adultsmart an online sex toy shop. She has a non-judgemental approach to sex, sex toys and sexuality. Her favorite saying is if it feels good and right and is not illegal then why not!

I​ ​Accidentally​ Walked​ In​ On​ A​ Porn​ Set

Fetish models in black

Fruit​ ​salad

or​ ​rather

 how​ ​I​ ​accidentally​ ​walked​ ​in​ ​on​ ​a​ ​porn​ ​set.

I​ ​had​ ​been​ ​shooting​ ​for​ ​about​ ​a​ ​year, I​ ​was​ ​very​ ​close​ ​to​ ​hitting​ ​a​ ​few​ ​huge​ ​milestones and​ ​start​ ​getting​ ​paid​ ​work​ ​as​ ​a​ ​fashion​ ​and​ ​commercial​ ​photographer.​ ​Before​ ​any money​ ​had​ ​ever​ ​changed​ ​hands,​ ​I​ ​was​ ​invited​ ​by​ ​a​ ​photographer​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​to​ ​come​ ​and take​ ​part​ ​in​ ​a​ ​group​ ​photo​ ​shoot​ ​event.​ ​There​ ​would​ ​be​ ​about​ ​12​ ​photographers​ ​and​ ​as many​ ​models​ ​including​ ​food​ ​and​ ​drink.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​normally​ ​a​ ​participation​ ​fee​ ​but​ ​I​ ​had been​ ​requested​ ​by​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​models​ ​to​ ​be​ ​in​ ​attendance.

At​ ​this​ ​point,​ ​I​ ​was​ ​just​ ​a​ ​nice​ ​kid​ ​with​ ​a​ ​camera​ ​and​ ​had​ ​no​ ​idea​ ​what​ ​to​ ​do​ ​with​ ​it.

It​ ​was​ ​about​ ​a 2.5​ ​hours​ ​drive​ ​north​ ​to​ ​a​ ​lovely​ ​beach​ ​house​ ​that​ ​looked​ ​like​ ​a​ ​weekend escape​ ​destination.​ ​Beautifully​ ​manicured​ ​frontage​ ​with​ ​a​ ​tropical​ ​vibe.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​a sign​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door​ ​suggesting​ ​photographers​ ​make​ ​their​ ​way​ ​around​ ​the​ ​back​ ​via​ ​the​ ​side gate.

I​ ​swear,​ ​the​ ​large​ ​pool​ ​was​ ​surrounded​ ​by​ ​about​ ​an​ ​acre​ ​of​ ​timber​ ​decking​ ​with​ ​a barbeque​ ​large​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​cook​ ​for​ ​an​ ​army.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​quickly​ ​met​ ​by​ ​the​ ​model​ ​I​ ​had worked​ ​with​ ​once​ ​before​ ​and​ ​she​ ​introduced​ ​me​ ​to​ ​one​ ​or​ ​two​ ​of​ ​the​ ​other​ ​models​ ​and photographers​ ​there​ ​that​ ​she​ ​knew.

One​ ​of​ ​the​ ​models​ ​was​ ​cutting​ ​up​ ​lots​ ​of​ ​fruit​ ​off​ ​to​ ​one​ ​side.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​approached​ ​by another​ ​model​ ​I​ ​hadn’t​ ​yet​ ​met​ ​to​ ​photograph​ ​her​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pool. We went​ ​through​ ​a​ ​few​ ​simple​ ​poses,​​ ​through​ ​the​ ​session​ ​her​ ​bikini​ ​top​ ​came loose​ ​and​ ​fell​ ​to​ ​one​ ​side.​ ​I​ ​awkwardly​ ​pointed​ ​out​ ​that​ ​she​ ​was​ ​exposed​ ​ and she​ ​laughed​ ​at​ ​me.​ ​She​ ​knew,​ ​IT​ ​WAS​ ​ON​ ​PURPOSE!

I​ ​can​ ​laugh​ ​at​ ​his​ ​happening​ ​now,​ ​I​ ​am​ ​now​ ​a​ ​very​ ​open​ ​minded​ ​and​ ​very​ ​difficult​ ​to shock​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​person​ ​but​ ​it​ ​begs​ ​the​ ​question​ ​that​ ​no​ ​caution​ ​was​ ​taken​ ​here​ ​to​ ​ensure that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​ok​ ​with​ ​this.​ ​If​ ​the​ ​roles​ ​were​ ​reversed​ ​it​ ​could​ ​be​ ​perceived​ ​as​ ​very unsettling.​ ​With​ ​all​ ​the​ ​latest​ ​allegations​ ​rocking​ ​the​ ​Hollywood​ ​Press,​ ​it​ ​is​ ​actually comforting​ ​to​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​see​ ​and​ ​experience​ ​tangible​ ​progress​ ​in​ ​these​ ​areas.

Anyway…

One​ ​of​ ​her​ ​friends​ ​arrived​ ​and​ ​she​ ​thanked​ ​me​ ​and​ ​skitted​ ​away.​ ​I​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​to​ ​chat​ ​to the​ ​photographer​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​who​ ​had​ ​also​ ​just​ ​arrived​ ​at​ ​the​ ​event.​ ​A​ ​very​ ​sheltered​ ​man with​ ​broken​ ​English.​ ​He​ ​wasn’t​ ​sure​ ​what​ ​he​ ​had​ ​walked​ ​into​ ​either.

The​ ​model​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​came​ ​back​ ​over​ ​and​ ​said​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​models​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​do​ ​some​ ​shots with​ ​the​ ​Fetish​ ​props​ ​in​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​rooms!​ ​Very​ ​light​ ​bondage​ ​stuff.​ ​Some​ ​silk​ ​ties connected​ ​to​ ​a​ ​large​ ​rack.​ ​Nothing​ ​to​ ​extreme​ ​here.​ ​A​ ​few​ ​well​ ​placed​ ​lights​ ​made​ ​it quite​ ​dark​ ​and​ ​created​ ​a​ ​nice​ ​sensual​ ​mood​ ​coupled​ ​with​ ​lace​ ​corsetry​ ​and​ ​whatnot.​ ​I was​ ​comfortable​ ​here.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​in​ ​my​ ​element.​ ​A​ ​few​ ​other​ ​photographers​ ​jumped​ ​in​ ​to grab​ ​some​ ​shots​ ​as​ ​they​ ​really​ ​liked​ ​my​ ​lighting​ ​setup.​ ​This​ ​actually​ ​gave​ ​me​ ​a​ ​major buzz.​ ​They​ ​all​ ​had​ ​much​ ​better​ ​cameras​ ​than​ ​me​ ​and​ ​so​ ​it​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​first​ ​times​ ​I felt​ ​like​ ​I​ ​might​ ​not​ ​be​ ​pretending.​ ​The​ ​photography​ ​industry​ ​is​ ​a​ ​very​ ​self-loathing​ ​place. Most​ ​peoples​ ​are​ ​assholes​ ​to​ ​each​ ​other.

As​ ​we​ ​were​ ​finishing​ ​up,​ ​someone​ ​let​ ​us​ ​know​ ​that​ ​lunch​ ​was​ ​ready.

Lunch​ ​was​ ​the​ ​fruit​ ​salad.

A​ ​fruit​ ​salad​ ​laid​ ​out​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​models.​ ​Sans​ ​clothing.

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I​ ​didn’t​ ​have​ ​any​ ​lunch​ ​that​ ​day.

At​ ​this​ ​point​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​I​ ​was​ ​probably​ ​going​ ​to​ ​call​ ​it​ ​a​ ​day.​ ​I​ ​didn’t​ ​have​ ​any​ ​problems with​ ​nudity​ ​or​ ​working​ ​with​ ​and​ ​around​ ​it.​ ​I​ ​wasn’t​ ​extremely​ ​happy​ ​with​ ​how​ ​the​ ​event had​ ​been​ ​organised​ ​with​ ​only​ ​some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​models​ ​and​ ​photographers​ ​being​ ​aware​ ​that there​ ​would​ ​be​ ​more​ ​going​ ​on​ ​than​ ​just​ ​for​ ​the​ ​creation​ ​of​ ​art and portfolio​ ​building exercises.

My​ ​bag​ ​was​ ​back​ ​inside​ ​the​ ​house,​ ​I​ ​was​ ​giving​ ​the​ ​people​ ​I​ ​knew​ ​a​ ​lift​ ​to​ ​the​ ​station. We​ ​all​ ​agreed​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​and​ ​so​ ​we​ ​went​ ​in​ ​to​ ​grab​ ​my​ ​gear.​ ​As​ ​we​ ​went​ ​inside,​ ​we​ ​were greeted​ ​by​ ​a​ ​sight​ ​I​ ​will​ ​never​ ​forget.

This​ ​was​ ​around​ ​2009.​ ​Super​ ​high​ ​speed​ ​internet​ ​was​ ​still​ ​not​ ​entirely​ ​common.​ ​I​ ​had seen​ ​plenty​ ​of​ ​porn​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​not​ ​as​ ​much​ ​a​ ​part​ ​of​ ​the​ ​tapestry​ ​that​ ​makes​ ​up​ ​the internet​ ​as​ ​it​ ​is​ ​today.

Legs​ ​spread​ ​eagle,​ ​strapped​ ​in​ ​and​ ​or​ ​onto​ ​a​ ​shoddy,​ ​homemade​ ​bench​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of the​ ​models​ ​I​ ​hadn’t​ ​met.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​surrounded​ ​by​ ​about​ ​5​ ​photographers​ ​who happily documented​ ​the​ ​experience.​ ​The​ ​machine​ ​that​ ​was​ ​doing​ ​all​ ​the​ ​work​ ​was​ ​sluggish. Accompanied​ ​by​ ​a​ ​dull​ ​whirr​ ​and​ ​clunk.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​not​ ​pretty.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​not​ ​flattering.​ ​Again​ ​it was​ ​not​ ​announced​ ​or​ ​agreed​ ​upon​ ​for​ ​some​ ​of​ ​us.

I​ ​learned​ ​a​ ​host​ ​of​ valuable​ ​lessons​ ​on​ ​this​ ​day​ ​about​ ​communication​ ​and​ ​consent within the BDSM scene.​ ​The fact​ ​was,​ ​I​ ​hadn’t​ ​thought​ ​much​ ​about​ ​these​ ​things​ ​but​ ​if​ ​I​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​uneasy,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​male, with​ ​a​ ​camera​ ​in​ ​these​ ​situations​ ​then​ ​it​ ​should​ ​be​ ​at​ ​the​ ​forefront​ ​of​ ​everyone’s​ ​minds at​ ​all​ ​times.

I​ ​have​ ​never​ ​allowed​ ​control​ ​of​ ​a​ ​creative​ ​get​ ​together​ ​to​ ​be​ ​out​ ​of​ ​my​ ​hands​ ​again.​ ​Any work​ ​I​ ​have​ ​done​ ​since​ ​in​ ​the​ ​BDSM, Kink and Fetish​ ​categories​ ​have​ ​always​ ​been​ ​one​ ​on one in​ ​private​ ​sessions​ ​between​ ​myself​ ​and​ ​the​ ​model, couple, rigger and/or client.

​Something​ ​like​ ​this​ ​can​ ​so​ ​easily​ ​tarnish​ ​reputations​ ​or​ ​cause​ ​serious​ ​trouble​ ​for​ ​groups or​ ​individuals​ ​with​ ​poor​ ​organisation.​ ​I​ ​stopped​ ​going​ ​to​ ​these​ ​kinds​ ​events​ ​unless​ ​I knew​ ​the​ ​organisers​ ​personally​ ​and​ ​even​ ​then​ ​it​ ​was​ ​to​ ​only​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​introduced​ ​to someone​ ​who​ ​wanted​ ​to​ ​work​ ​with​ ​me.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​very​ ​steep​ ​learning​ ​curve​ ​from​ ​this​ ​day forward​ ​to​ ​navigate​ ​becoming​ ​a​ ​successful​ ​photographer​ ​both​ ​in​ ​and​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kink world.

 

JJ Maher has been a professional photographer since 2008 covering all facets from shiny glamour to wedding photographs. As he progressed in his career he began to specialize in portraits of people with particular interest in adult erotica and those living outside of the norm in society. His magnificent portfolio speaks for itself and we welcome his insight and stories of his shoots, how he meets his subjects and the interesting tales he has to tell. Oh, and he is also right into music !

A Private Body Painting Adventure With Assless Pants

Where​ It​ All​ Began​ For​ This​ ​Ginger​ ​Ninja

A​ ​long​ ​time​ ​ago,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​BDSM headspace​ ​far,​ ​far​ ​away,​ ​I​ ​stumbled​ ​into​ ​the​ ​Sydney​ ​kink​ ​scene​ ​so hard​ ​I​ ​gagged​ ​myself​ ​upon​ ​entry.

I​ ​would​ ​have​ ​been​ ​​21​ ​and​ ​my​ ​partner​ ​was​ ​19.​ ​I​ ​had​ ​been​ ​playing,​ ​let’s​ ​pretend,​ ​at knowing​ ​how​ ​to​ ​use​ ​a​ ​camera​ ​to​ ​make​ ​art​ ​for​ ​about​ ​a​ ​year​ ​but​ ​was​ ​not​ ​yet​ ​really working​ ​professionally​ ​as​ ​a​ ​photographer.​ ​I was very​ ​much​ ​still​ ​finding​ ​my​ ​way.​ ​Luckily​ ​for me,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​few​ ​very​ ​useful​ ​perks​ ​up​ ​my​ ​sleeve​ ​that​ ​allowed​ ​me​ ​to​ ​thrive​ ​as​ ​a​ ​creative​ ​in a​ ​short​ ​period​ ​of​ ​time.

  • I​ ​could​ ​talk​ ​to​ ​anyone​ ​about​ ​anything.
  • I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​partner​ ​who​ ​was​ ​a​ ​makeup​ ​artist/body​ ​painter.
  • ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​free​ ​time.
  • I​ ​was​ ​very,​ ​very​ ​lucky.

So​ ​where​ ​does​ ​this​ ​lead?​ ​Down​ ​a​ ​rather​ ​well​ ​lit​ ​and​ ​friendly​ ​rabbit​ ​hole​ ​in​ ​my​ ​personal experiences.​ ​My​ ​entry​ ​into​ ​the​ ​Kink​ ​world​ ​was​ ​as​ ​a​ ​spectator.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​always​ ​“behind​ ​the rope”​ ​with​ ​people​ ​who​ ​“rig”​ ​professionally​ ​and​ ​rigorously​ ​practiced​ ​“Safe,​ ​Sane, Consensual”​ ​like​ ​a​ ​religious​ ​mantra.​ ​I​ ​could​ ​hide​ ​safely​ ​behind​ ​my​ ​camera​ ​as​ ​I​ ​realised that​ ​all​ ​the​ ​things​ ​that​ ​had​ ​been​ ​demonized​ ​by​ ​society​ ​were​ ​in​ ​fact,​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​fun.

***

A Body Painting Adventure With Assless And Crotchless Pants

We​ ​were​ ​working​ ​with​ ​other​ ​photographers,​ ​models​ ​and​ ​creatives​ ​in​ ​Sydney​ ​when​ ​we met​ ​this​ ​couple​ ​who​ ​were​ ​aged​ ​45ish (female)​ ​and​ ​55ish (male)​ ​at​ ​a​ ​studio​ ​photo​ ​session​ ​where my​ ​partner​ ​was​ ​doing​ ​a​ ​mermaid​ ​body​ ​paint.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​assisting​ ​with​ ​lights​ ​on​ ​this​ ​one​ ​and not​ ​actually​ ​taking​ ​any​ ​photos.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​nothing​ ​sexual,​ ​sensual​ ​or​ ​provocative​ ​about this​ ​particular​ ​day​ ​whatsoever.

During​ ​the​ ​session​ ​we​ ​organised​ ​to​ ​do​ ​a​ ​large​ ​scale​ ​body​ ​paint​ ​of​ ​a​ ​Snow​ ​Leopard​ ​for the​ ​model​ ​at​ ​a​ ​later​ ​date.​ ​Specifically,​ ​they​ ​invited​ ​us​ ​to​ ​-​​ their​ house -​ ​situated​ ​in​ ​a lovely​ ​private​ ​scenic​ ​location​ ​outside​ ​of​ ​Sydney.​ ​Nothing​ ​clicked.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​just​ ​another cool​ ​job/experience.

The​ ​day​ ​came​ ​and​ ​upon​ ​arrival​ ​we​ ​were​ ​assured​ ​in​ ​a​ ​jovial​ ​state​ ​of​ ​merriment​ ​that pants​ ​were​ ​entirely​ ​optional​ ​in​ ​this​ ​household.​ ​Nothing​ ​clicked.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​young​ ​and​ ​shy​ ​and so​ ​was​ ​my​ ​partner​ ​so​ ​we​ ​kept​ ​them​ ​on!

The​ ​girls​ ​started​ ​body​ ​painting​ ​and​ ​I​ ​spent​ ​quite​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​of​ ​time​ ​speaking​ ​with​ ​the gentleman.​ ​If​ ​I​ ​hadn’t​ ​worn​ ​my​ ​best​ ​poker​ ​face​ ​that​ ​day,​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​would​ ​have​ ​bulged from​ ​my​ ​skull​ ​as​ ​he​ ​showed​ ​me​ ​through​ ​his​ ​collection.​ ​Primarily​ ​comprised​ ​of​ ​large scale​ ​rigging​ ​apparatus​ ​that​ ​would​ ​have​ ​looked​ ​well​ ​and​ ​truly​ ​at​ ​home​ ​in​ ​a​ ​medieval torturers​ ​dungeon.​ ​As​ ​well​ ​as​ ​lots​ ​of​ ​stainless​ ​steel​ ​things​ ​that​ ​were​ ​very​ ​shiny​ ​and pointy.​ ​It​ ​still​ ​hadn’t​ ​clicked.

The​ ​paint​ ​was​ ​complete,​ ​it​ ​didn’t​ ​take​ ​too​ ​long.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​mostly​ ​white​ ​with​ ​a​ ​stencil​ ​leopard pattern​ ​after​ ​all​ ​and​ ​so​ ​off​ ​we​ ​trundled​ ​into​ ​the​ ​“jungle”​ ​that​ ​was​ ​their​ ​back​ ​yard.

He​ ​brought​ ​with​ ​his​ ​own​ ​camera​ ​and​ ​snapped​ ​a​ ​few​ ​shots​ ​for​ ​himself.​ ​I​ ​should​ ​note here​ ​that​ ​he​ ​was​ ​wearing​ ​leather​ ​chaps​ ​and​ ​a​ ​pair​ ​of​ ​running​ ​shorts​ ​over​ ​the​ ​top.​ ​No Clicking.

From​ ​this​ ​shoot​ ​in​ ​2009.

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So​ ​it​ ​went​ ​like​ ​any​ ​shoot​ ​I​ ​had​ ​done​ ​at​ ​the​ ​time.​ ​I​ ​pretended​ ​I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​clue​ ​what​ ​I​ ​was doing​ ​and​ ​directed​ ​the​ ​model.​ ​Some​ ​of​ ​the​ ​photos​ ​were​ ​bad,​ ​most​ ​were​ ​awful.​ ​The couple​ ​were​ ​ecstatic​ ​with​ ​the​ ​results.

Then​ ​he​ ​asked​ ​if​ ​he​ ​could​ ​jump​ ​in​ ​a​ ​few​ ​of​ ​the​ ​shots.​ ​I​ ​agreed​ ​and​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​me​ ​his camera.​ ​My​ ​naive​ ​mind​ ​thought​ ​he​ ​just​ ​wanted​ ​a​ ​few​ ​simple​ ​snapshots​ ​of​ ​his​ ​partner and​ ​himself​ ​in​ ​commemoration​ ​of​ ​the​ ​event.

I​ ​was​ ​wrong.​ ​Off​ ​came​ ​the​ ​shorts.​ ​Those​ ​chaps​ ​I​ ​mentioned.

Assless…

 …​ ​and​ ​…

 CROTCHLESS.

He​ ​asked​ ​very​ ​politely​ ​if​ ​I​ ​would​ ​mind​ ​if​ ​they​ ​“interacted​ ​in​ ​a​ ​sexual​ ​way.”​ ​I​ ​checked​ ​with my​ ​partner​ ​and​ ​she​ ​was​ ​ok​ ​with​ ​it​ ​so​ ​I​ ​gave​ ​a​ ​timid​ ​nod​ ​of​ ​assurance.

​It​ ​didn’t​ ​however​ ​go​ ​any​ ​further.​ ​Right​ ​at​ ​that​ ​time​ ​his​ ​partner,​ ​the​ ​model,​ ​tripped,​ ​fell and​ ​cut​ ​her​ ​knee​ ​up​ ​quite​ ​badly​ ​and​ ​we​ ​had​ ​to​ ​retreat​ ​to​ ​safety​ ​to​ ​tend​ ​the​ ​wound.

So,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​non-event​ ​same​ ​old​ ​shoot​ ​I​ ​was​ ​used​ ​to​ ​after​ ​all.

​But…

​something​ ​had​ ​clicked.

I​ ​had​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about.​ ​Figuring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​legal​ ​side​ ​of​ ​what​ ​I​ ​might​ ​be​ ​getting​ ​myself into​ ​was​ ​then​ ​and​ ​to​ ​this​ ​day​ ​a​ ​minefield​ ​to​ ​navigate.​ ​Creating​ ​any​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​erotica​ ​or pornography​ ​in​ ​Australia​ ​is​ ​riddled​ ​with​ ​outdated​ ​legislation,​ ​​ ​blurry​ ​legalese​ ​that​ ​is​ ​also weighted​ ​down​ ​with​ ​so​ ​much​ ​censorship​ ​and​ ​expensive​ ​classification​ ​that​ ​I​ ​never​ ​have crossed​ ​into​ ​the​ ​territory.​ ​I​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​err​ ​on​ ​the​ ​side​ ​of​ ​caution​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​out​ ​of​ ​trouble and​ ​focus​ ​on​ ​other​ ​areas​ ​of​ ​the​ ​business.​ ​I​ ​have​ ​met​ ​with​ ​several​ ​lawyers​ ​and​ ​have never​ ​been​ ​able​ ​to​ ​get​ ​any​ ​cut​ ​and​ ​dry,​ ​black​ ​and​ ​white​ ​legal​ ​advice​ ​on​ ​the​ ​matter.

***

Why I Am Heavily Drawn To Shibari

There​ ​are​ ​many​ ​more​ ​stories​ ​for​ ​another​ ​time.​ ​Over​ ​the​ ​years,​ ​I​ ​realised​ ​I​ ​was​ ​primarily interested​ ​in​ ​the​ ​aesthetic​ ​element​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Kink​ ​world​ ​and​ ​became​ ​drawn​ ​heavily​ ​to​ ​what is​ ​known​ ​as​ ​“Shibari.” In​ ​Japan,​ ​“Shibari”​ ​simply​ ​means​ ​“to​ ​tie”.​ ​The​ ​contemporary​ ​meaning​ ​of​ ​Shibari is described as​ ​an​ ​ancient​ ​Japanese​ ​artistic​ ​form​ ​of​ ​rope​ ​bondage.

The​ ​origin​ ​of​ ​Shibari​ ​comes​ ​from​ ​Hojo-jutsu,​ ​the​ ​martial​ ​art​ ​of​ ​restraining​ ​captives.​ ​In Japan​ ​from​ ​1400​ ​to​ ​1700,​ ​while​ ​the​ ​local​ ​police​ ​and​ ​Samurai​ ​used​ ​Hojo-jutsu​ ​as​ ​a​ ​form of​ ​imprisonment​ ​and​ ​torture,​ ​the​ ​honor​ ​of​ ​these​ ​ancient​ ​Samurai​ ​warriors​ ​required​ ​them to​ ​treat​ ​their​ ​prisoners​ ​well.​ ​So,​ ​they​ ​used​ ​different​ ​techniques​ ​to​ ​tie​ ​their​ ​prisoners, showing​ ​the​ ​honor​ ​and​ ​status​ ​of​ ​their​ ​captured​ ​prisoner.

​The​ ​key​ ​elements​ ​I​ ​love​ ​are​ ​the​ ​methodical,​ ​meditative​ ​approach​ ​along​ ​with​ ​the​ ​artistic expression​ ​of​ ​sensuality​ ​and​ ​trust​ ​between​ ​the​ ​people​ ​involved.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​creates incredible​ ​visual​ ​feasts​ ​that​ ​simply​ ​cannot​ ​be​ ​found​ ​in​ ​many​ ​other​ ​mediums.

The Difference Between Synthetic And Natural Fibre Ropes

One​ ​aspect​ ​that​ ​many​ ​people​ ​would​ ​never​ ​really​ ​consider​ ​that​ ​I​ ​find​ ​very​ ​intriguing​ ​is preparing​ ​new​ ​rope. Buying​ ​and​ ​preparing​ ​rope​ ​is​ ​an​ ​art form​ ​in​ ​itself.​ ​You​ ​have​ ​to​ ​consider​ ​the​ ​differences​ ​in the​ ​tooth​ ​of​ ​the​ ​rope​ ​as​ ​well​ ​as​ ​the​ ​feel​ ​that​ ​varies​ ​drastically​ ​between​ ​synthetic​ ​and natural​ ​fibres.

Synthetic​ ​ropes​ ​have​ ​less​ ​bite​ ​in​ ​the​ ​tooth​ ​so​ ​they​ ​tend​ ​to​ ​become​ ​looser​ ​over​ ​time rather​ ​than​ ​tighter.​ ​However​ ​they​ ​are​ ​far​ ​less​ ​comfortable​ ​and​ ​much​ ​more​ ​likely​ ​to​ ​burn the​ ​person​ ​being​ ​tied.​ ​They​ ​are​ ​good​ ​for​ ​beginners​ ​as​ ​they​ ​are​ ​usually​ ​cheap​ ​and​ ​much easier​ ​to​ ​undo.​ ​It​ ​also​ ​doesn’t​ ​matter​ ​so​ ​drastically​ ​if​ ​you​ ​have​ ​to​ ​cut​ ​your​ ​subject​ ​free​ ​of cheap​ ​rope.

Natural​ ​fibre​ ​ropes​ ​are​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​preferred​ ​medium​ ​with​ ​the​ ​most​ ​popular​ ​being​ ​hemp, jute​ ​and​ ​cotton.​ ​Typically​ ​being​ ​softer​ ​to​ ​touch​ ​and​ ​with​ ​a​ ​medium​ ​tooth,​ ​cotton​ ​is​ ​less expensive​ ​but​ ​requires​ ​more​ ​prep​ ​work​ ​to​ ​make​ ​it​ ​comfortable.

BOIL​ ​YOUR​ ​ROPE!​ ​

To​ ​soften​ ​the​ ​feel,​ ​you​ ​boil​ ​your​ ​rope​ ​but​ ​you​ ​need​ ​to​ ​dry​ ​it​ ​under tension​ ​or​ ​it​ ​will​ ​become​ ​weak​ ​and​ ​prone​ ​to​ ​snapping​ ​under​ ​pressure.​ ​So​ ​tightly​ ​wind​ ​it around​ ​a​ ​hula​ ​hoop​ ​or​ ​a​ ​clothing​ ​rack​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​it​ ​strong.​ ​Weak​ ​rope​ ​can​ ​become​ ​very dangerous​ ​and​ ​so​ ​is​ ​definitely​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​idea​ ​if​ ​you​ ​are​ ​doing​ ​any​ ​suspension​ ​work.

OIL​ ​YOUR​ ​ROPE!​ ​

You​ ​can​ ​also​ ​oil,​ ​wax,​ ​perfume​ ​and​ ​dye​ ​your​ ​rope​ ​to​ ​make​ ​it​ ​even softer​ ​to​ ​touch​ ​and​ ​smell​ ​lovely.​ ​It​ ​is​ ​very​ ​common​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​down​ ​the​ ​length​ ​of​ ​rope​ ​with your​ ​favourite​ ​mixtures​ ​and​ ​then​ ​bake​ ​it​ ​in​ ​the​ ​oven​ ​at​ ​a​ ​low​ ​temperature​ ​to​ ​make​ ​the concoction​ ​soak​ ​all​ ​the​ ​way​ ​through.

Boiling​ ​and​ ​oiling​ ​rope​ ​can​ ​take​ ​10-20​ ​hours​ ​of​ ​work​ ​for​ ​50-100​ ​meters​ ​and​ ​so​ ​it​ ​is​ ​a meditative​ ​process​ ​that​ ​is​ ​very​ ​involving.​ ​You​ ​put​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​love​ ​and​ ​consideration​ ​into your​ ​rope​ ​and​ ​that​ ​transfers​ ​to​ ​the​ ​tying​ ​​ ​process​ ​itself​ ​but​ ​I​ ​will​ ​talk​ ​about​ ​that​ ​some other​ ​time.

This​ ​shot​ ​is​ ​from​ ​2014​ ​at​ ​the​ ​now​ ​closed​ ​“Sydney​ ​Rope​ ​Dojo.”

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On​ ​a​ ​final​ ​note,​ ​I​ ​would​ ​like​ ​to​ ​iterate​ ​that​ ​my​ ​absolute​ ​favourite​ ​part​ ​of​ ​the​ ​kink community​ ​is​ ​that​ ​it​ ​is​ ​for​ ​the​ ​most​ ​part,​ ​inclusive,​ ​non​ ​exclusionary,​ ​friendly​ ​and​ ​full​ ​of passionate,​ ​caring​ ​individuals​ ​who​ ​celebrate​ ​sexuality​ ​in​ ​all​ ​of​ ​its​ ​forms.​ ​I​ ​have​ ​met many​ ​of​ ​the​ ​most​ ​intelligent,​ ​caring​ ​well​ ​rounded​ ​people​ ​in​ ​this​ ​world​ ​and​ ​I​ ​strongly recommend​ ​checking​ ​out​ ​fetlife.com,​ ​heading​ ​to​ ​a​ ​local​ ​munch​ ​and​ ​becoming​ ​a​ ​part​ ​of the​ ​community​ ​to​ ​any​ ​and​ ​all.​ ​Just​ ​keep​ ​in​ ​mind​ ​most​ ​communities​ ​are​ ​very​ ​self-preserving​ ​and​ ​toxicity​ ​and​ ​bad​ ​behaviour​ ​is​ ​never​ ​tolerated.​ ​Just​ ​as​ ​it​ ​should​ ​be!

 

JJ Maher has been a professional photographer since 2008 covering all facets from shiny glamour to wedding photographs. As he progressed in his career he began to specialize in portraits of people with particular interest in adult erotica and those living outside of the norm in society. His magnificent portfolio speaks for itself and we welcome his insight and stories of his shoots, how he meets his subjects and the interesting tales he has to tell. Oh, and he is also right into music !

73 Year Old Granny FemDom Sex!

Sexy Granny In Lingerie

Continued from Charity Granny Sex!

…. Huh!…  Geez, I must have dozed off – as I slowly came back to reality.  What the!  I can’t move my hands.  Looking around I now realized that I was stark naked and my hands were tied to the back of the chair and my ankles were tied to each leg of the chair.

I realized where I was now and looked up to see dear Ethyl smiling at me.  Now I was worried.  Ethyl was dressed in a shiny vinyl skirt, wearing a shiny vinyl hat, with shiny riding boots and a whip.  She had a belt and attached to the belt on a hook was a ball gag.  I could see on the table there were an assortment of sex toys.  She slashed down the whip onto her hand and a loud crack could be heard.  My 73 year old Charity Sex Granny was a domme.

She said, ‘Jim.  Your father used to tell me of all the bad things you used to do.  Are you a naughty boy?”

What was I to say, so I said, “Not really”.

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She yelled, “Liar, I will have none of that’ as she used the whip to crack across my chest making sure that I knew she was a gran femdom.  I struggled as she came up to me removing the ball gag from her belt as she said, “If you are going to lie to me, then I do not want to hear from you.”  She roughly forced the ball into my mouth and then secured the clasp around the back of my head.

She said, ‘I told you I was going to teach you a thing or two about love,’ and with that she lifted her skinny granny leg, complete with age spots and wrinkly skin and kicked out with her riding boot to my chest.  I could not believe the strength in those grandma legs as my chair toppled over backwards and I was left facing the ceiling.

Sweet Ethyl walked towards me and then straddled me so that she was directly above me.  I looked up and saw that she was wearing no underwear.  She saw me looking and said, “You are a dirty little boy aren’t you?”

I could not answer with the gag in my mouth but again there was movement down below.  She then parted her legs further and I could see her aging cunt with her labia lips hanging down.  Her asshole, complete with protruding hemorrhoids could also be seen.  She moved her hand and began playing with her cunt and I could see her granny juices were starting to flow.  Watching her wrinkled hand I watched as she put one finger, then two fingers, then three and four up her hole.  She began to moan as the trickle turned into a flow and felt droplets of her aged pussy juices fall upon my face.  Her moaning grew louder and she threw back her head and said,”I’m coming you dirty little boy!”

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She began shaking and her pussy juices together with her white cum could be seen on her four fingers.  She withdrew her fingers from her now gaping cunt and wiped them clean all over my face.  It felt sticky and warm and I could distinctly smell something slightly metallic.  She began to laugh as she bent over and took off my ball gag.   My cock was standing erect and hard.

She then sat down on my chest with her legs spread.  I had to lift my head in an uncomfortable position to watch her.  I could see her slightly open pussy, surrounded by greying pubic hair that had obviously thinned out because of age.

She said, “I am going to give you a show and then you are going to eat me out.  Do you understand?”

I nodded yes.

She then began to play with herself and started with the finger thing again.  However this time she did not stop at four but put her whole fist inside her cunt with ease.  She began to fist fuck herself harder and harder and her moans became louder and louder again until she roared, “I am coming”.

She then pulled her fist out and started to squirt all over my face. She would then shove her fist back into her wrinkled old cunt and then back out again.  She was squirting or pissing all over my face but to me it felt like rain in the sunshine.  Having only bedded young women before I was used to seeing the elasticity in fresh pink pussies.  Poor old Ethyl’s cunt had obviously seen better days and when she took her fist out of her pussy it barely closed at all.  Her gaping hole remained open each time she took her fist out and I could see past the greying labia and clit inside her cavernous and long dead womb.  Her pelvic muscles had seen better days decades ago.

Finally she stopped fisting herself but remained with her legs open and her cunt gaping wide.  She said, “Are you having a bit of a look up my love tunnel are you?”

I nodded yes.

She said, “Well now it is time to get up close and personal and you are going to lick me clean.  And make sure you clean the inside too!”

With that she sat on my face and I ate first gingerly and the with zealous began to lick her clean. Her cunt remained open and I managed to penetrate it with my chin.  She liked this and began to chin fuck me, causing the back of my head to thump against the floor each time she thrusts.  With my face nestled in her aged pussy I could smell an ‘old peoples smell’.  To be quite honest it did not turn me off, it was a mixture between grassy and metallic odor.   Since I have learnt that the smell is from ‘noneal’ production or in simple terms it is caused by the deterioration of skin and the antioxidant defenses.

Ethyl then moved her ass over my face and said, “Lick my arsehole you whipper snapper”  which I eagerly complied with.  It was not the smooth anal canal I had seen when doing doggie with my younger women but full of character.  There must have been 3 or 4 hanging hemorrhoids.  I earnestly licked her ass, moving the hanging roids with my tongue until I was able to penetrate her old rosebud and tongue fucked her asshole.  She moaned and giggled with delight.

She then moved herself back on my chest and said, ‘Now you have been a good boy haven’t you?  And I can see that you may want a bit of relief so I am going to untie you and allow you however you have a choice to make.  My pussy is old and with all the use it is a bit sore so do you want a hand-job or fuck me up the ass?”

I replied, “Why not both.”

She said, “You are a naughty boy but I like it’.

She then untied me but motioned for me to stay lying down.  My cock at this stage was harder than a metal rod.  It throbbed and actually hurt because of how hard it is.  Ethyl inspected it and said, “My, my.  What a state you have got yourself in.”

She then touched my cock with her wrinkly finger and I almost exploded immediately.  She grabbed some superslyde lubricant from her table and rubbed it in her hands and began to stroke me cock.  The sensations were exquisite and I think with 90 seconds I was already in the throes of ejaculation.  Again I spurted over and over again, never in my life had I cum so much and whilst I was squirting by jism she lowered her face so that I was cumming all over her cheeks, and eyes which made me cum even more.  Finally, I finished and saw Ethyl started to rub my cum into her skin.

She said, “There is nothing like a bit of young spunk to apply to my old face.  Best rejuvenation cream ever.’

Even though I had cum, my cock was semi-erect and dear Ethyl began to get up, “Help and old dear will you Jim.’  I got up and helped Ethyl up and could hear the bones crackle with the effort.  She said, “One day you will be like me.  This damned arthritis.”  Finally she was up and hobbled over the table and bent forward lifting her skirt and revealing her bony ass.

She said, ”Now come over here Jim and stick that thing up my ass before it decides it wants to go to sleep.”  With one hand leaning on the table she moved her other hand onto one her saggy ass cheeks and pulled it apart.  As she pulled it apart her asshole began to open.  I thought to myself this is not going to be a tight butt fuck.

I grabbed the superslyde and covered my cock with it and her ass. I began to push against her and within minutes it slipped inside.  I was giving my Charity Domme Granny anal sex and within moments I was hard as concrete.  I began to pound that geriatric ass and it kept getting larger and larger.  It felt like my cock was a single match in a matchbox but rather than turn me off it was actually turning me on.  I grabbed the sagging skin on her other ass cheek that caused to open her butthole even further.  It was a case of trying to touch the sides but as I looked down at this cavernous anus it triggered something inside me and again I began to cum.  I took my cock out whilst Ethyl held one cheek and I held the other and watched as my hot semen spurt shots in and around her anal pecker.

Finally, I was done and spent.  I sat down on the chair and Ethyl walked away.  A couple of minutes later she returned again in her dressing gown.  She carried my clothes and placed them in front of me on the table where moments ago I was ass fucking her and said, ‘Give my best to your father dear.  And remember I need re-mulching next month” and she toddle off.

I dressed quickly and walked home.  My father was waiting for me sitting at the dining room table.  I could not bear to look him in the eyes and he said, “How did you go with Ethyl, Jim?”

I said, “She sends her regards Dad!”

He said, “Oh Really.  Remember, next week you have to help old Genie pruning the trees.”

I said, “Sure dad, anything to help.” Still no able to look him in the eyes.

He said, “Be careful though.  Genie can be a bit of a naughty one.”

I looked up.  Was that a twinkle in my dad’s eye.  Perhaps this Charity work was not such a hard deal afterall.

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Andrew is right into the Fet Lifestyle and enjoys BDSM. He has written about these subjects in many arena’s and is an expert at Shibari. He shares his knowledge by working with Adultsmart a sex toy store. Enjoy the descriptive and educational articles he has written.

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