Jim Tonne wrote:
I see a box labelled Shiner. My favorite beer !
- JimT
One of the only commercially made beers in the USA that actually tastes decent.
Oddly enough, the Shiner is in the studio fridge because Kat is always over doing naughty shoots, mostly with other photographers. Kat and VADA are close friends and have in common the fun of being necked and naughty together. now here is Kat, I know, repost but this visual helps with the narrative.
Kat is fun but a bit on the crazy side. She loves to be tied down while trying to get out of the restarts. She loves the studio because there are hains every were. She especially loves the 65 pound of rusted steel chain used to hold down heavy equipment while in transit on a long flat bed trailer riding behind a semi tractor (big tuck).
"Tim, tie me to the timber and poles in the Cedar Closet," She demanded one afternoon after a 'nice' photographer had finished doing a not naughty nude vanilla shoot in the lighting studio. He had just left so I wasn't busy so I agreed, as my mother would have said, "No skin off my nose".
"So, how long do I leave you there?" I asked.
"I will get out of these in no time, you will see!" was her aragonite behavior. Not a good thing to say when your suppose to be a damsel in distress (or is that a damsel in no dress, at all!).
Well, that would just not do, I mean if you are being naughty, then one needs to be vary naughty, or what's the point. You understand, right.
So I took off and went and got an accessory. When I returned she was mostly out of the chain and there I was looking silly. Kat kept it up but I just put the chain back but in a way that was a bit more aesthetic to my artistic eye, I is an artist.
I stepped behind her and asked her for a moment of silence, which she did by stopping the struggle. A soft click followed. I got up vary close to her face with my own leaning in close (yes, she smelled lovely, that is a girl thing that I do ever so much like about women, the way they smell), and I stuck my tongue out, put the key on it as she watched me inches away, did the lizard thing and drew my tongue back into my mouth, shadowed and popped the tomgue back out, empty. I said, "Sll gone, sure was delicious eating crow from your mouth!".
Then I walked towards the door and as I left I told her, "Have fun, I have work to do in the work shop of the garage." But I hesitated a moment, "You know, I don't know why they always sell locks with two keys, I'm like so many idiots, I always loose the spare, but not to worry, it will be back tomorrow!"
Well excuse me! she was the one who kept talking about being bound and not knowing when she would be set free. That old saying "Be careful what you ask for!"
So after about two hours (maybe less, I don't actually remember, ok, it was a little over an hour, jesse!), I went back to check on Ms. Kitty Kat. Yep, still bound.
"Thirsty?" I asked (I'm actually a really nice host and I did have an ice cold Shiner in my hand.
Kat said, "I need to pee, let me out of this!"
"Can't helps you right now I need to get the cutting tool and remove the lock by cutting it, but don't worry I got lots of cutting disks. The key won't be back from in me until tomorrow. Either way, have a drink of your all time favorite Shiner Bock beer!"
Kat chugged sever mouth fulls of the beer. Then she insisted that she really needed to pee!
This I believed, but I was having such fun! So I told her I wanted to shoot her in the restraints, that's when I said, "The reason I am so particular about keeping that door to the Cedar closet closed is that the cats, all the cats just love to get in here, nose around and use the floor as their litter box, so one more kitty using the floor as her litter box is just the same old same old! Besides you know this does confirm another universal truth that ends up in every other country western song, 'You don't buy beer, you just rent it!'."
So I took out the Sony A7, with the Leitz 28mm f 2.8 and did the photo.
Then I walked around back of her and unlocked the lock and Kat was out of te chains vary quickly and off she flew to the lavatory.
When she returned (I swear, one of the great delights of having the studio is all the gorgeous nude women walking around and feeling it is just the way it is suppose to be in America, which I would concur with!), Kat said, "I thought you swallowed the key?" A little put out.
"But I did swallow a key, " I stated, "Just not the one t the lock! But you got what you wanted, that certain feeling that you were captured and at the whim of another person. Just call me 'Master' from now on! LOL!!!"