I don’t blog as much as I used to but it’s been almost a tradition here every March 23rd to mark the anniversary of Trannies In Trouble, which has now been online for twelve years. I’m amazed that it’s still going strong and as always I plan to keep the show going as long as I can. I always try to stay several months ahead with new material, and things are going well, so we should be here again next year before we know it.
I really appreciate the support of everyone who enjoys the site, though of course I owe a special thank you to all the paying members and especially those of you who have been coming back for years. Without you I’d be a secretary in an office in Pasadena (where I might end up robbed and tied up!) I never want anyone to feel pressured or like I expect them to join the site, as I know how tight it is out there for so many. But I am truly grateful and humbled by everyone who supports the site at any level. Thank you so much for making it happen and here’s to many more years to come…Hugs, Sandra
It’s funny, over the years I’ve had some really good private bondage scenes, and have had only a handful that went poorly, and usually not that poorly, just a lack of chemistry, which sometimes happens. But there are probably three or four people that I didn’t meet or with whom it just didn’t work out, where I still feel some slight regret. With one of them I just chickened out, another we started to play and it got off to a bad start, and one was with a guy whom I annoyed and who probably just lost interest after that.
The one who still gets to me and whom I sometimes fantasize about, was a guy in Denver who wrote me when I was living there and feeling lonely. He was a male dom and was probably a little too pushy and sure of himself in his emails. I just wasn’t sure about him and I let the opportunity pass, although now I’d probably go through with it. I know that even just five years ago when it happened, my confidence was a little less secure than it is now, not that I’m always sure of myself – far from it! – but now I know more of what I really like and what I’m willing to do in a play scene away from the camera.
The thing is, the emails he wrote me were a real turn-on, but he was still a little too secretive and that’s what made me uneasy, even if that element of the unknown does add to the turn-on. He also made it clear that he would love to get off during play, although he would have been okay with only doing bondage role-playing without anything sexual. I know many people would say, “If you had any doubts or sensed any red flags it’s smart to listen to those signals – you made the right decision.” And I agree…and yet. I know that since that time, he’s played with other people and it appears to have been good for both parties. Maybe I’m just being greedy but yeah, those emails were hot. If I had it to do over again, I’d probably see him.
I had another scene with another guy where we just didn’t communicate enough and when it started to get too intense too quickly, I got rattled and called it off. Looking back, it could have been really good and I just wish I’d handled it better and had communicated better up front. And then there was one other scene that I sometimes think about with a photographer who wanted to shoot pictures of me and play afterwards, this time nothing sexual. But he was maybe a little less forthcoming than I would have liked at first, and in retrospect I admit I over-reacted and called it off and he likely just thought I was a drama queen (rightly so in that case). It was a shame as he’s a good photographer with a great style of bondage. I exchanged a couple more emails with both of these guys but it just felt like the opportunity had passed and I doubt we’ll probably ever meet.
I’ll admit probably part of my not-so-unconscious motivation for writing this is that, hey, maybe one or two of these guys will see this and write back. (Maybe the guy in Denver visits LA!) But I actually suspect they don’t follow this blog, so that’s doubtful. It is inevitable of course that some scenes are going to lack chemistry and some are going to involve miscommunication – they’re not all going to be earth-shattering. But these three in particular are the ones that I find myself looking back on with some regret whenever I think of them. I don’t dwell on the memories, but these things happen, and will certainly happen again.
I know there was a time a few years ago when I was more cautious about meeting people to play with, maybe too cautious. I wasn’t as bad as those profiles you see on Fetlife with long lists of angry do’s and don’ts and a generally aggrieved tone, but I was less sure of myself and as a result very careful. And to be honest, for a few years there I went through a spell where I just wasn’t having that much fun with private play. Now, with more experience behind me, I tend to be more open to possibilities if it feels right and if I seem to be on the same page with someone. Most of the time they’re male doms or guys who are into tying CDs. And most of the time my judgment is good. I don’t do a ton of private play by any means, especially since I don’t have much free time, but I have moved beyond that bad spell these last few years, which is reassuring. But it is funny, although not surprising, of course, how the ones that “got away” tend to stick in the memory.
I just recently received this cool portrait that was done by Lisa M. Hayes, also known as Ultra Fem, whom I met a few years ago at FetishCon. I love her style of cartoon art, very slick and polished, and her commissions are actually very reasonably priced. She’s also a very kinky girl if you check out her website, doing lots of super-huge breasted women, bizarre sex, and peril and danger, with some bondage thrown in. I’m a little vain, can’t deny it, so I was thrilled to see what she’d done, capturing one of my favorite fantasies, the moment right before the abduction and/or robbery is about to happen. Always lock your front door and don’t make yourself a target for dangerous women with rolls of duct tape, unless of course that’s your thing Thanks so much, Lisa!
So last Sunday I went out with my friend Scott, who was the perfect date and a true gentleman, and we attended the Transgender Erotic Awards (or TEA Show) in Hollywood. It’s an awards show for tranny / shemale porn performers, which is not what I do obviously although I have been able to shoot with a couple of very nice models such as Ada Black and Stefani Special who do trans porn and it is an interesting world, just different. This was my first year attending and Trannies In Trouble was actually one of the many sponsors for the night (it wasn’t nearly as expensive as it sounds.) I didn’t have my camera with me unfortunately so we only took a few shaky snapshots with Scott’s phone but we had a really fun time.
Sitting at the same table were a couple of lovely latina ladies, including this cutie next to me who was fascinated by my latex dress and who kept feeling up my latex-clad arm (I really didn’t mind.) Ileana Logan from the east coast was also there, looking very lovely as a blonde (we were able to shoot some new pictures just a couple days beforehand). And although I didn’t get a good shot of her face below I also was finally able to meet Amber Dubois, also from back east, who said some of the nicest things about my dressing and my website – I was really touched. We’ve emailed off and on on Facebook for several years and she was an absolute dear, so I was really glad we just happened to run into each other that evening.
The show was a little late getting started but the presenter, a fabulous drag queen named Jujubee from RuPaul’s Drag Race, was a hoot and kept things going once they did finally start around 10:30 (I could tell it was going to be WAY past my bedtime before we got out of there!) I’ll admit as the show continued I really started to feel like a visitor in a foreign land, since Trannies In Trouble is a completely different thing from shemale porn. That’s totally okay but I really felt, like my friend Kim said, like a related but distant cousin. It was an interesting evening and hopefully I’ll meet some more trans models who are also into bondage but I don’t know if I’ll really need to attend next year. I know a lot of the performers there would just look at fully-clothed bondage photography and ask, so when does the sex start?
One ironic twist is that the awards show used to be called The Tranny Awards but this year they changed it because of complaints from some of the performers who find the word tranny offensive and demeaning. That kind of made me feel like an old dinosaur too, since when I started my site almost twelve years ago (yeah, that long!) no one was saying a thing about the word tranny, or even debating its use. At the same time I do understand the argument since most people agree that the word tranny comes from the word transvestite rather than transsexual, so I can see if you’re a trans person who lives full-time, you may not like it. In any case this is probably all best left to another blog post in the future. But Jujubee, bless her heart, made a point of using the word tranny over and over again and pretend-apologizing for it every time, reminding the crowd that, Oh right, we’re not supposed to use that word anymore. I breathed a sigh of relief at her tongue-in-cheek humor as I was secretly fearing that someone might shove a microphone in my face and demand I explain myself for the name of my website. In reality, I was practically unknown in this crowd so I really had nothing at all to fear. And the obvious answer would just be, hey, I AM a transvestite and crossdresser and a full-on fetishist. If anyone here is a tranny I certainly am!
Finally by the end of the evening I’d had one too many drinks (three is a lot for me…gotta hide those wine glasses from the camera!) but thankfully Scott was perfectly sober as we wandered out onto the sidewalk and made our way back up to the Valley for some sushi in the fridge here and some reflection on the evening. Like I say, I don’t know if I need to race back again next year but I’m glad I got to do it and see more of a subculture that, especially living here in Van Nuys, the porn capital of the world, has always seemed just a couple of degrees away…
I’ve been meaning to do a minor redesign on the Trannies In Trouble website for a while now and I’m looking for some help in redesigning the image on the front page. I’ve had this slanted “kidnap-style” text for…well, forever. I do like how it looks and am kind of attached to it but it would be nice to make some changes.
I can’t really pay anything so I was thinking of doing a small contest. If you have skills in Photoshop, feel free to work something up for me – just the text image or the text combined with a photo, not the full webpage – and If I use your image I can give you a few free months on the website, or if you’re already a member I can send you a couple signed photos of me – that is, if you’d like that, and it doesn’t seem too egotistical Or I could send you some shiny hose.
Some ideas I’ve had are redoing the current text so that it looks like it’s printed on a roll of duct tape, or printed on the side of a “kidnapping bag” with ropes and duct tape peeking out (those would require taking some photos, of course, to combine the text with), but if you have any other ideas feel free to go crazy with them. It can even be another style of text altogether if you have something else in mind but it just needs to say “Trannies In Trouble.”
Here are a couple links with large sized images of the text you can download to start with: Kidnap Text Slanted and Kidnap Text Straight. It’s best, of course, to design something large to keep good resolution and then later if I like it I can just scale it down to whatever size I need. Obviously don’t use the image below, it’s much too small. If you do come up with a design just email it to me at my regular email address on this page and include the subject line – “Trannies Front Page.”
Thanks so much for you help and good luck!
I hope everyone’s been having a good start to the new year. I’m just getting ready for some more shoots coming up this weekend. But I’ve been having a good time working on the most recent updates on the site, including the intense gag sequence with Amanda Bound that we shot a few months ago. Breathplay is of course very dangerous and I always tell people to be extremely careful if you ever do anything like that, and to never do any breath restriction with self-bondage – it’s just way too risky and could be your last.
The session that Amanda and I did turned out to be quite intense and in fact one of the member’s on the site wrote me yesterday and said the CIA should hire me to interrogate prisoners, which I’ll take as a compliment We were very careful though and worked out safety signals beforehand and Amanda wants to do it again so it couldn’t have been that bad! This Friday there’ll also be a new update with Vivian Chen in a plastic wrap and duct tape mummification that I found very hot. That girl was completely helpless and wasn’t getting out of there without some assistance or maybe a couple hours desperately struggling inch by inch out of her cocoon. There will also be a few extra pantyhose mummification pics included, that we shot a few years ago and have just never gotten around to posting. It’s funny how things can pile up on the hard drive and never get posted till years later. But I’m excited about some other shoots coming up too – here’s to a new year with lots of bondage ahead.
I got sick with a bad cold right on Christmas Eve so it’s been a few days here laying around and trying to take care of myself. I don’t watch as many movies as I’d like to, always seem to be short on time, but when you’re sick you’re kind of forced to slow down. So I saw a few on my laptop the last few days. “Under the Skin,” with Scarlett Johansson as an alien driving around Scotland in a van is dark and slow but hard to turn away from – hey, I’d get into her van but, yeah, it certainly wouldn’t turn out pretty. I also loved “Upstream Color,” which is really hard to describe, including pigs, orchids and Henry David Thoreau’s “Walden” among its various plot points. It’s not kinky, although there is a bizarre and interesting abduction sequence early in the film which has a few brief moments, including the use of a breathing mask, that certainly aroused my interest, though no real bondage.
And I also finally saw the French reverse-chronology rape/revenge movie, “Irréversible,” which I avoided for years, fearing it would be too disturbing. The rape scene is indeed awful and goes on and on but overall the movie wasn’t nearly as stomach-churning as I expected, some of the revenge parts in fact being so over-the-top that it becomes a little absurd, especially with the shaky camera for the first forty minutes or so. But it’s dark and nasty and has a bleak message with the nice tagline, “Time Destroys Everything.” The three movies are all pretty artsy, especially the last two which are art films with a capital “A.” And each, especially “Under the Skin,” has a few sexy moments even if that’s not really their main point – C’mon, we’re talking art here! They’re probably all worth checking out though if you’re into that sort of thing.
Thankfully I’m feeling much better and am finally planning to fly to Atlanta tomorrow to spend a few days with my Mom over new years. I hope everyone has a nice end of the year and has friends or family to spend it with. If all goes as planned I’ll be back in L.A. in a few days and it’s back to work. I’m excited about 2015, have a few shoots already lined up and a couple conventions I’m already thinking about going to. Happy New Year!
I saw this cool image over on Facebook, taken from a French comic book, or “Bande Dessinée,” called The Parrot of Batignolles, which is the neighborhood where the Maison du Travesti tranny club is located in Paris, ironically enough on the Rue des Dames, or loosely, “Ladies Street.”
I sound like such a jet-setter here although it was the first time I’d ever been to Europe, but I have to say I did a double take when I saw it, since it’s the very same club that my friend Krystle and I visited back in May. The illustration actually just shows the street view with the very-pleasant Café Marcel on one corner (where we got more than a little tipsy a couple times), and the club itself right across the street, behind where the guy with the hat is crossing. The artist may not have known the club was actually there, since it’s very discreetly tucked away, but it’s a hoot seeing the location show up in a comic strip. And from my limited French I think the lady is saying something along the lines of, “It’s crazy all the same, you pull on a thread and it all unravels,” which just seems somehow fitting. Now if someone could just make a comic for the Oxwood Inn here in Los Angeles, although yeah, somehow Van Nuys is maybe a little less glamorous than Paris. But hey, you gotta start somewhere – maybe a whole series of comics featuring TG bars throughout the world. That’s so crazy it just might work!
(Although the holiday season is my favorite time of year – I never get tired of that Christmas music! – the end of the year does always put me in a reflective mood. So I just want to put out a little “melancholy warning” here, feel free to skip this one if you’re not in the mood to bring it down a notch or two, just talking about a friend who died this year and the passage of time…Hey the pictures are amusing! )
2014 has been a strange year for me, not bad, just very uneven, as many years so often are. There were some amazing high points – the trip to Europe with my friend Krystle for BoundCon, some great photoshoots, some very good parties, especially at TEASE, another great Halloween in West Hollywood, and a great time seeing friends and family in Colorado a few months ago. At the same time of course there were some low points, including some ongoing family issues (I’m fine but most of us eventually have to deal with parents getting older and all that that brings).
And one of the biggest shocks this year was when a woman I knew named Fawna, who was a regular at the TEASE parties and active at the club where it’s held, had a heart attack and suddenly died last summer. Fawna was a terrific person, warm and welcoming, very funny, and someone who always made me smile when she showed up. I wish I could say that she and I were close friends but really we were probably just casual friends, or even “club friends.” There’s nothing wrong with that but now that she’s gone I wish I’d been closer to her. Ironically, almost four years ago when my friend Chainguy (Paul Logan) collapsed and was in the hospital, Fawna was the person I would call and check in with and who kept me up to date on his condition. They were quite close and his death hit her hard. She was only 40 years old this year, and I find it unbelievable that both of them, Paul and now Fawna, are gone and their pictures are now up on the wall at the club where TEASE is held. I just find that more and more I have that feeling of time passing and of the inevitable changes that eventually arrive for all of us as the years pass by.
I don’t want to be a complete downer, though. I am thrilled that the website is still going strong, almost twelve years now, and as always I plan to keep it going for many more. It is interesting, though, how the website business has changed in the last decade, with so many more new sites out there, lots of free “tube” sites reposting content, and an endless string of free images available. So I’m hugely grateful that people seem to enjoy Trannies In Trouble and stick around with me, as there are so many options out there. I know of other bondage producers that haven’t been so lucky these last few years. So if you’re a regular subscriber or have joined even just once or twice, Thank You! I sincerely mean it. The site would be a mere shadow of what it is now without you all. I would still be posting things but it would be more like my profiles on Fetlife or Facebook where something new goes up only every few months. (Speaking of Facebook, I’m running out of space for new friend requests there (they limit the number), so if you try to friend me and I don’t respond just let me know.)
In any case, in spite of my occasionally gloomy and overly-reflective view of things (though usually I think I’m just being realistic about this crazy planet we inhabit), I am aware that I continue to be very lucky. Just to be able to dress up and go out whenever I want to, and rarely ever be hassled, is something I’m aware that many CDs simple can’t do. I don’t think I’ve written before about the CD from Syria who wrote me a while back and said that he stays in the closet to avoid being murdered. The mind boggles to read things like that, to live in a place so hostile that just one’s basic survival would be in doubt. And yes, trans people here in the U.S and throughout the world do get murdered every year and many live challenging and even desperate lives that I can’t imagine. So to be able to live in a relatively progressive place like Los Angeles. – well, things aren’t always perfect here but it’s still pretty darn good.
Anyway, to wrap up, thanks again to everyone who’s been supporting my site and to everyone who reads this blog when I post something (not as often as I’d like!) Have a great time over the holidays coming up, whichever ones you celebrate, and I hope everyone has family or friends to spend time with. All the best in the new year – good luck to us all! ~Hugs, Sandra
And remember, everything is always exciting here! (Thanks to AmberKatt for the photos.)
I had a fun time the other night hanging out with my good friend Delilah and watching this crazy horror movie called “American Mary,” about a sexy young medical student named, well, Mary, played by Katherine Isabelle, who gets involved in performing underground surgeries and weird body modifications to help pay her mounting debts – the girl definitely has some mental problems too, or at the very least a severe personality disorder. This thing is really twisted and sick, with a couple scenes in particular of medical torture that are truly disturbing and awful to watch. But the clothes she wears – OMG! She’s always wearing skirts and high heels, or lingerie, performing surgery in five inch pumps and basically looks like a killer dominatrix – she’s hot! The only scene of actual (weak) bondage is in that torture scene and it’s NOT sexy, just horrible, but I still enjoyed the weirdness and sexiness of the film in general. The ending though is also weak; it’s one of those movies that has a fantastic set-up and premise and then just seems to run out of ideas and feels like it has this confusing violent climax that was just cobbled together to wrap things up. So it’s not a great film, by any stretch, but if you like horror and you like the sexy outfits on the actress, who is indeed very good in her twisted role, it’s definitely fun and worth a watch. She has great bangs too!
It was another fun Halloween in West Hollywood. My friend Kim was feeling a little under the weather so I dressed up and braved the Boulevard on my own but luckily I was able to meet up with two group of friends during the night, including Louann and Mika, who are regulars here on the L.A. scene, Ashley A. who was in town for the weekend from New York (just shot pics with her a few weeks ago – that’s her friend Jodie in the mask with her below), Ileana Logan as a super-cute stewardess, and Capt. Al from AtTomicVisuals.
As usual, it’s a great mix of costumes and weirdos out on the streets with lots of CDs and cute girls. Apparently if you’re a teenage girl it’s required to make gang or peace signs when posing. Much later in the evening it was great to see Lorelei, Jon Woods, and Ikaras Jones again and hang out for a while at the hotel where they were all staying. If I see them a third time it’ll be a tradition!
The strange thing about this year is that there was a little rain off and on, but nothing too bad till about midnight when suddenly it let loose and was a deluge! Thankfully I brought a small umbrella, so I was fine walking back to my car. But a young guy came up shivering and asked, “Can I walk with you under your umbrella? I’m so cold!” I said sure, and after a minute he put his arm around me and came in close. I think he really was just trying to grab some body heat (mostly) but it was pretty funny. What the heck, it’s a party and if he’d been my type maybe I would have had some action. He was very thankful when we finally got back to the parking garage and we parted ways, never to be seen again. All in all, a fun night and crazy as ever…
I’ve been playing catch-up since I got back from the east coast but it turned out to be quite an adventure. There were some plane and train delays but I finally made it back east, where I met a lot of nice and cool people. First I was in Rochester and spent the first day kidnapped in David Iron’s garage. We’ve been talking online for years and it was really exciting to finally find myself in the same place that I’ve seen in lots of his photos. The duct tape bondage below in the white dress was out of this world and felt so completely helpless. He played it up as though he were really kidnapping me and had me taped up like that within minutes. Then the next day after recovering, I got to shoot with Sara Jensen – in the bizarre stockade below – who was a lot of fun and completely up for being put through the ringer (always love that!)
After a long delay getting down to NYC on the Amtrak trip from hell I finally got to meet up with Ada Black, who’s super cute and made a nice young damsel trapped in her hotel room while her crazy aunt (guess who?) prepared to go into the city on vacation. Ada was a good sport and played along nicely and we got some really cute glamour shots too. Then after a much-needed good night’s sleep, I got to shoot with Ashley A., who was really cool and who very generously met up with me later that night in the city and showed me around. This was my first time dressing up and going out in NYC and everything went just fine. I was staying in New Jersey but had no problems riding the PATH train over to Manhattan, where we checked out some clubs, including Ashley’s favorite bar, The Bourgeois Pig, which was very relaxing and a really nice way to end the evening. Yeah, I’d had a couple drinks in that one shot below with Ashley We also hit the tasty waffle truck (Yum!) in Greenwich Village after stopping by the Stonewall Inn.
Another shoot that I was planning unfortunately fell through but I did finally get to meet up with Amanda Bound, another nice gurl with whom I’ve emailed off and on for years. Amanda also likes it strict and we did a couple nice scenes with some intense breath restriction, tight duct tape gags, and cable ties, nicely working her over. It was a really enjoyable evening and Amanda finally drifted off in bondage while I was straightening up the gear and putting the lights away, a nice way to end the shoot. I did get to go into the city one more time, this time in daylight and just in boy mode, but I did stop by Times Square to check out the cool Houdini exhibit at a local magic shop and also saw Manhattan’s little-known 6 1/2 Avenue (really just a shortcut pedestrian walkway in midtown that runs for several blocks but the signs are kind of cool.) I also took some snapshots of the signage in Times Square (Barbie!) and noticed this series of New York / Paris / London prints, with drawings of the kind of fantasy sophisticated young woman that a crossdresser dreams of being (of course, there are plenty of “real” women who’d like to be her too!)
I always find New York City a fascinating place though have to admit I was happy to be back in L.A. by the end of it. NYC is great but can be such a hassle just trying to maneuver and get around, and the crush of people can get a little overwhelming after a few days. L.A. can have its own hassles with the traffic and congestion but is almost easy compared to the Big Apple. Amazing city though and always worth a visit, especially if lots of bondage is involved
Wow, it’s been a busy week getting ready for my upcoming New York trip. I’m going to be shooting a lot for about a week and a half and should be meeting lots of new people and should have some cute new gurls on the website when I get back. I probably over-booked things so I’m just going to take it as the adventure that it is and try to roll with whatever happens. I’ll be starting out up near Rochester and then taking the train down to New York City, which I haven’t visited since my sessions with Mr. K. way back in 2006! So I’m really excited to see the city again, and am definitely planning to get into Manhattan next weekend, hopefully more than once. It’s an intense and challenging place, of course, but I’ve always enjoyed the energy when I’ve been able to spend time there…Wish me luck, always fun to travel and always nice to come back home when it finally winds down!
(I recently heard from Sybil and she very graciously offered to write up a little report on her recent visit to FetishCon in Tampa. It sounds like it was another really fun time and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this year to share in the adventures and to hear your presentation – way to go, girl! For anyone who hasn’t been, FetishCon is definitely worth the cost and effort, and if you’re a CD it’s a great chance to dress for days at a time. Thanks so much, Sybil!)
Hi ladies and admirers, and thanks to Sandra for the opportunity to tell stories and post pictures out here on the best tranny bondage site anywhere in existence!!
I thought I’d post a report from FetishCon last month, especially since Sandra had a conflict with the dates and wasn’t able to join us this year. Can’t believe it’s been over for 3+ weeks already! FetishCon is a place where a gurl can go and fit right in – if you’re looking for a place to be yourself, it doesn’t get much better than this.
There were some changes at FetishCon this year, including a new red carpet photo opportunity, which was on the 2nd floor of the Hilton in downtown Tampa, right outside the ballrooms where the main show is held and the classes are taught. (This hotel was a Hyatt for a number of years before the Hilton company bought them out recently) The red carpet was fun and gave everyone an opportunity to be sexy, campy or just plain silly in front of a nice FetCon backdrop. Included here is one on the carpet with Jean Bardot and her slave, The Jeffrey, all of us rubbered out – they posted all the pics on the FetCon Tumblr site.
I offered to teach a crossdressing class at the event this year, something I hadn’t done for a couple years at FetCon. And we had a very nice turnout – everyone was super and there was plenty of interaction, with gurls throwing tips around for each other, which is what I’d hoped for! (Included is a picture with one of the class attendees, Jessica, who describes herself as a “translesbian” – I love that term!) For this class I did a series of transformation photos the morning before the class, showing how I went from boy mode to Sybil. I included a photo of the before/after here, but had to add a few dots to my boy pic to protect my secret identity
I did manage to get into a little trouble in Tampa! I spent some time with Master Allen from AlsGalsinBondage.com, doing mummification and pantyhose encasement scenes. We used a luggage cart for the encasement scene – it was my first time being encased in pantyhose and first time being made into luggage as well! Master Allen has shot often with Sandra, so we had a lot to chat about. Another spot of trouble happened when I was kidnapped by The Jeffrey in my room and was held for a ransom of Oreo cookies. Fortunately for me, nobody paid the ransom and I was left inescapably tied for at least two hours, probably closer to three. Jeffrey started with the bondage you see in the picture with me on the bed, and eventually made a tight hogtie out of that. The pic is from The Jeffrey’s phone – he was texting it to all potential ransom payers!
The last little bit of trouble was being part of the Sunday night performance at the FetishCon Ball with Jean. We did a crazy little routine in military-look latex, with me getting bound to a table and paddled for hijacking Mistress Jean’s foxtail butt plug. Jean hit me really hard on the stage – I was a little surprised and when I was yelling, I meant it! Actually, sometimes Sandra whacks me pretty good, too…I guess Jean and Sandra are just artists looking for authenticity, eh? In addition to a picture from the performance, there is also a pic from backstage before the performance – Jean and me with the Reverend B. Dangerous and The Jeffrey (in bimbo mode again).
All these stories are fun, but the best part of FetishCon for me is getting to see and hang out with so many good friends at this event. Making new friends is also fabulous, and it is so easy with so many interesting people who attend this event. Will certainly be back next year! Thanks so much for reading this if you’re still with me!! Xoxo, Sybil
It’s been busy as ever here lately and can’t believe we’re already heading into September. I’ve got some more travel coming up, a few days in Colorado, and then finally in about a month a visit back to the east coast to do some shooting near Rochester and New York City. I haven’t been to the city since I shot with Mr. K. back in 2006 so it’ll be great to see it again. I’ll be staying across the river in Jersey but plan to get into the city at least once or twice…I always feel horny when I travel and I suspect this time in New York will be no different Anyway, hope to have some new models and nice new pictures in early October. More to come, I’m sure…
Earlier today an online friend sent me a link about a controversial painting by the pervy painter Balthus, whom I remember briefly studying back in school (though I sure never saw this painting before!) His real name was Balthasar Klossowski de Rola but his evocative pseudonym is definitely much better. Apparently he really liked girls (I mean really liked them) and cats and female genitalia, and his paintings always have a dreamy other-worldly quality that appeals. This most controversial of his paintings, “The Guitar Lesson,” shocked the hell out of people at the time and apparently was hidden away from view for decades, one writer comparing it to the videotape in that horror movie, “The Ring,” a poisoned object that must never be seen. Even after 80 years it still makes an impression. My favorite comment below the article was, “Do you have to be perverted to like Balthus? No, but it helps.” I do like his paintings but this first one is the one that really lays out where he’s coming from, for better or worse.
Anyway, I’ve always loved the pervy artists who can’t help but portray their kinks. It doesn’t even have to be bondage related, just any obsession that shows up again and again is always fascinating, how the id and our desires just never let go of us, ever. Thanks for the link MI!
Also a cute photo-homage to Balthus by photographer Max Vadukul for Vanity Fair…
My friend Christelle from France just sent me a few more pictures from the recent visit in Paris, including some amusing ones. After a nice dinner at our favorite bistro, Christelle, Krystle, our friend Charly and I headed out again and snapped some shots on the famous Champs-Élysées. We got nicely photobombed (I loved that guy!) and to my surprise it turns out that Charly did snap a picture of the teenage girl who couldn’t stop laughing at us, whom I mentioned in the earlier blog post below. I don’t remember her being this tiny, so I’m a bit shocked (I swear, officer, she really was 18!) but she did have a boyfriend with her and is hiding her face in the picture, so here you go. It was a really hilarious moment to see her carrying on like this – kudos to Christelle for getting her to come over and stand with us, even if just for a second before she ran off again! It was a wild night and afterward we had a drive through the unknown streets back to our hotel after a long day of dressing and sight seeing. I wanna go back!
My good friend Kim and I had a fun time at the Oxwood Inn the other night (the photo here was snapped by Cici Kytten). We saw some friends I hadn’t seen in a while and had a nice chat with the bartender. I wish I liked bars more than I do, as we had a really nice time, but I definitely need a couple drinks in me to relax – let’s just say I had a couple and then a little more Will have to try to go back again sooner.
The trip to BoundCon and Paris with my friend Krystle was incredible! We met so many nice people, made some great new friends and had a fantastic time. I’d never been to Europe till now but this trip certainly made up for it and threw me completely out of my comfort zone, but in a very good way. The jet lag in Munich was tough the first day but we motored through it and forced ourselves to get onto the new schedule as quickly as we could and in a couple days we were fine. Munich is a very pretty town, smaller than I expected, and everyone was very friendly. Krystle speaks some German, which helped a lot, but I felt like a bit of a jerk because I basically only know “I’m sorry, I don’t speak German” and “Thank you.” It was still surprisingly easy to get by though as so many Germans speak some English and many people are fluent, though they often deny it. Krystle shook her head over the comments of some speakers, “Oh, my English is so bad. How do you say…uh, “multifaceted?”
After some sightseeing, BoundCon itself was a blast. We made some great new friends, including the very fun Marie Lissandro and the very skilled RopeMasterFrank, with whom I’ve emailed off and on for years and who was a true gentleman. Later we got to hang out with Katja (who has the very large breasts in the pictures below) and Daniela von L (with the red cane below), who were both a lot of fun. We met lots of other people including Mandy from Berlin (black and white and glasses) at the Meet N Greet, Renee the Bondage Crossdresser who was very nice, and a nice photographer named John from the UK, who took a few of the pictures below. Some of these were taken on an iPod and some on a point-and-shoot but John had a full-frame Canon, so the really sharp ones are probably his! Of course, I had to get another picture with the lovely Sandra Silvers – always great to see her at these bondage events. There were also quite a few random ladies walking around tied up and some great stage shows, and our new friend from the Netherlands (I believe) who transforms into an amazing Victorian lady.
Sub Rosa Dictum Official Party at Kesselhaus
My friend Krystle really wanted to go to the official off-site BoundCon party on Saturday night put on by Sub Rosa Dictum, (party photos here). I didn’t really have much expectation either way and just said, “Sure, that’s fine,” but it turned out to be one of the highlights of the weekend. This thing was crazy! We have some nice events here in Los Angeles but this was like on another planet! It was so kinky and full of latex and rubber everywhere you looked, a huge crowd of maybe 400 or 500 people and just a crazy decadent vibe, definitely the best party I’ve ever been to. The medical latex performance by fetish model Anna Rose (pictured below from her Twitter feed, photo by Heinrich Schimmer) was incredibly sexy.
Marie Lissandro and Daniela and some other friends hung out with us and Marie turned us onto a fantastic drink popular in Southern Germany and Northern Italy called a Hugo, made with sparking white wine and elderflower syrup. I have no idea what that is but it was like drinking liquid candy and then after a couple of those we were feeling Very Relaxed! At one point I found myself strapped to a cross and being felt up by two complete strangers. The guy in the full latex outfit and hood was fun and creepy in a good way but the other guy was, well, just creepy and became a little too familiar, but it was still okay as my friends were looking out for me and letting it go just to the point of almost too much. Later we met a fun German dominatrix and her female submissive and everyone was very friendly and completely cool with the language differences. I loved Germany and BoundCon and hope to go back again!
Off to Paris
The weekend in Germany flew by and in no time we were on a train to France where we pulled into Paris in the late afternoon. I took several years of French in school but still feel like a rank beginner, especially when Parisians would speak to me and I’d have that deer-in-the-headlights look. But I was able to communicate with the cab drivers and could usually order in restaurants till they finally took pity on me and switched to English, which happened a lot. The nice people at our hotel, in a non-touristy area, didn’t speak much English though so that was great practice forcing me to communicate as best I could.
Paris is definitely more of a bustling city than Munich, with the good and bad that goes with that, an energy and excitement but also occasionally that edge of aggression that you find in big cities, similar to being in New York, or L.A. for that matter. But the people we met were fantastic and very friendly. After our first night enjoying some Couscous and a bottle of wine, we finally met our new friend Christelle with whom I’ve emailed for years. Christelle is lovely and the nicest person you could meet and we had a delightful time, hitting it off right away. She directed us to the perfect tranny neighborhood, a very friendly hotel near the main tranny club and down the street from the Café Marcel where we ate several meals, including dressed up a couple times. It was extremely welcoming, very gay and trans friendly, fantastic food and drinks and although everything was “super” it didn’t break the bank either.
Later Christelle took us out shopping at Angel Modes just down the street, a fun little shop catering to CDs and trans girls and run by a famous seventy-year old “grande dame” who was very kind. Of course, we also had to fit in some bondage back at the hotel, where appropriately some of the scenes from the movie “Taken” were filmed. And that evening Christelle generously arranged for us to be driven around the city along with her friend Monsieur Charly, who was also a total gentleman. It was crazy hopping out and snapping pictures in front of all these famous landmarks. Much later we found ourselves on the famous Champs Élysées where a teenage girl with her boyfriend couldn’t stop laughing her ass off over the two trannies on the avenue. I actually found it a lot of fun blowing her mind, and hey, I’ve always enjoyed a little bit of humiliation anyway as anyone who’s read my stories knows. I think the sight of us was just so outside the norm that she didn’t know how to react, but yes, she was definitely laughing AT us too, which was fine Christelle was cool headed and got her to come over for a snapshot but sadly her boyfriend took it on his cell phone so I don’t have a copy. Then she hurried off still laughing and carrying on.
Christelle was only with us for one day but we had a truly memorable time and I hope we can do it again. The next day after recovering, Krystle and I took an afternoon trip to see Jim Morrison’s grave at Père Lachaise cemetery. I’ve been a fan for years so it was very moving to make the pilgrimage to see the Lizard King. Then it was time to dress again and go off to the famous Maison du Travesti, which we were able to walk to as it was only a couple blocks from the hotel, and we had a fun evening meeting people and drinking yet more wine. Appropriately it’s located on the Rue des Dames (or “Ladies’ Street”), a small little club but very friendly, and apparently it’s the main CD / trans club in Paris, more a private get-together than a loud nightclub. We did find out that there was a room downstairs for more “private” kinds of play, and I think you could get into quite a bit of trouble down there if you were so inclined. We checked it out but opted to stay upstairs this time, having gotten a little groped within minutes We were pretty tipsy by the end of the evening and stumbled back to our hotel with the party still going strong…
The trip went by so fast and had so many memories, truly an amazing time. In no time at all we were at the Paris airport and back to the states. Like a fool I timed my return to be right on the same day as the TEASE party. I made it through the night with a bad case of jet lag but it was totally worth it!
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