When I hire a model to illustrate my erotic imagination, she wears my clothes. When I do a portrait of a person it will reflect who they are as a person and oftentimes they wear their own clothes. These pictures are portraits of a Mistress. And we realized halfway into the shooting that we needed more costumes. So I volunteered to walk three blocks away to a domination house where Mistress Avalon works and collect her things. Once there, I go through an elaborate questioning to gain access to the locker room. I open the locker and begin pulling out leather garments, but something didn't feel right; everything was too messy and I had expected finer things. As I zip up the bag, after emptying the locker, one of Mistress Avalon's fellow workers bounces in screaming that I am in the wrong locker! My mind reels, and I have visions of a circle of leather-clad women cutting off my balls. This is something I would like to photograph, but not with me as the subject. I quickly unzip the bag and toss the garments back into the locker. The mistresses around me look horrified, and point me to the right locker. They also pronounce to me that Mistress such-and-such a is going to be furious! But I don't care, because I'll be gone. So now I open the correct locker and before me lies a treasure chest of expensive rubber and leather clothes. I pack and I leave.
Back in the studio I relate what just happened to Mistress Avalon. She wastes no time and goes directly to the telephone and calls one of her slaves, a high-level communications technician, and instructs him to immediately go to the domination house and clean up after me. This is going to take the guy a while; he has to clean the stuff, press it, and put it back correctly. I suggest she have him come to the shoot afterwards and function as a prop. She instructs him accordingly.
So here we are back in the studio, with Mistress Avalon glaring at the camera (#1). I have to admit I love her backside (#2) and understand the concept of "ass worship" (#3, #4, #5).
