I have a friend named Jason who lives in the Lower East side of Manhattan. Jason has introduced me to some extraordinary women. He called me and told me about Violet. She came over, got naked and felt very comfortable illustrating my "sick" fantasies. She lives down the block, and for months I would call her on short notice and she'd come over.
One day, a Japanese book publisher and gallery owner was coming to the studio to buy prints. At my suggestion, Violet came over and slipped into my new hard rubber penis panty, six inch ballet bondage shoes, and red rubber mouth gag. I hand-cuffed her to a chair. I wanted to create a theatrical event for the Japanese dealer. For an hour he viewed the prints with a beautiful naked bound stranger inches away from him. Finally in broken English he begged to photograph her.
On Violet's 21st birthday she seemed depressed. She seemed directionless. She felt she was getting old. I suggest she work as a professional submissive in one of the houses. I took her to my friend Saki, who ran a dominatrix house in the East 20s. I wanted Violet to know her pain threshold. She's excited and we suspend her in shackles. I shoot pictures of this. In the meantime Saki is busy in the next room beating an unworthy slave. I suggest Violet view this painful procedure. She ends up beating the blindfolded victim.
I photographed Violet continuously for about a year. I remember one shoot in particular because she was in a foul mood, blaming her nastiness on that time of month. I feared I would get nothing. Instead I took probably the most popular image of that year: Violet in a black rubber catsuit wearing four white heels (two on her feet and two on her hands). Its been a cover on High Heeled Women and the frontispiece of my book, Fetish Girls.
