I have a big soft spot for our latest F/F film, Adornment. It was the first scene we filmed on my shoot with Zoe Montana in February, and the erotic energy between us is just electric. Zoe and I have never been lovers, but we've enjoyed a lot of spanking play on and off camera and I just adore our connection. Her style is such a delicious blend of dominant, playful, maternal, teasing and strict. She has a way of putting people at their ease and I can always take a lot of punishment from her.
This scene is the first of two. We play a new domme/sub couple who are going out to a play party for the first time. Zoe dresses her sub up in an elegant satin evening dress, stockings, suspenders, jewellery, nipple clamps and, finally, adds some vivid cane stripes to complete my outfit.
I don't usually indulge in a cold caning as my first scene of an all-day shoot, but it was lovely to have some beautifully visible stripes for once. The cane was thin and whippy, the type I really hate, but Zoe's sensual authority held me enthralled and made me want to be brave for her. The cold, slow, building burn of the nipple clamps combined with the hot, sharp, layered pain of the caning was exquisite, threatening to overwhelm me with sensation.
The inspiration for this scene was twofold. Firstly, I remembered a sensual clip I'd filmed with Lady Sonia on my last shoot with her, in which she cropped me standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror. Lady Sonia always dresses you up sexily for her shoots, insisting on fully fashioned stockings and ultra-high heels. I thought it would be lovely to build on her dominant, glamorous dressing-room persona with an F/F caning that was intended for decoration rather than for punishment. There's something deliciously objectifying about being given some carefully measured stripes not for any misdemeanour, but simply for the sake of appearances.
The other memory which fed into this scene, I didn't realise until I'd finished it. As I was editing it I was thinking that some people might find it odd that the dressing happens this way round; the domme dressing up her sub. Of course there's the objectification factor, and I've been dressed by my doms enough times to know that it can be very submissive to be turned into your partner's fetish object or dress-up doll. But on video, the result is a domme kneeling in front of her sub - to fasten shoes and suspender straps - and that's not something you see very often.
However, it feels absolutely natural to me, and one reason is how I met Tom. I've told this story before on my other blog. In the summer after my first year of university, I was visiting an old childhood friend who had moved to London and was living in a big shared house. She warned me that while I was visiting there might be some people taking nude photos. At that point in my life I had no experience of such things, but I said I didn't mind.
In fact, before the afternoon was out I'd stripped off, drunk a couple of glasses of wine and was merrily joining in. It was my first experience of naughty modelling and I had a brilliant time. My friend had a big walk-in wardrobe and we had great fun playing dress-up together. I still have those photos somewhere - I'll dig them out and post one if you're interested.
A few hours later my friend's housemates came home, and they came in to say hello. I was in her room, putting on a suspender belt. I heard the sound of people arriving behind me but all my attention was occupied by the tricksy fastening at the back which I kept fumbling with my fingers. I called out, "Can someone help me with my stockings please?"
Moments later I felt warm fingers deftly attaching the clips behind me. I didn't see who it was until they said they were done, and I turned round and saw a dark-haired man kneeling behind me with brilliant blue eyes and a neatly trimmed goatee beard. We introduced ourselves, laughing, and I think he might have complimented me on my bottom. But I was reeling from a moment of kinky recognition that had passed between us, a current of potential energy. I was a confused wee mite at that age, still trying to convince myself that I wasn't kinky because it was bad and wrong, so I spent the rest of the weekend alternately flirting with him and pretending I didn't like him, but we got it all sorted out in the end.
Anyway, ever since then I've found it perfectly natural for a dominant to be kneeling by a sub if what they're doing is adjusting your stockings. In fact there's something thrillingly horny about the possessiveness of the gesture, their proximity to your exposed bottom, the teasing brush of the backs of their fingers against your sensitive skin.
Zoe and I were hornier on this shoot than we've ever shown on camera previously - and in part two of this storyline our interaction becomes even more explicit.