Here is what I have been doing since I stopped being a producer and started being just a model again. I had a day’s shoot at Restrained Elegance last week, and we shot some super new interesting stuff (interesting for me, at least). Here are a couple of frame-grabs from the first thing we shot. It’s a piece to music, about a cabaret dancer who starts off happily doing her routine, but chains keep appearing from nowhere and restricting her every movement. Does she care? No, she just keeps dancing with the chains….

It was lovely fun, but I got huge ankle and wrist bruises from the metal cuffs. I’ll post shots from the rest of the day next week, we did something cool with bamboo 🙂
And here are a couple of frame-grabs from another Restrained Elegance shoot which isn’t edited yet. This was a member’s idea, of a job interview which involves the applicant allowing herself to be thoroughly degraded in order to secure the post. I wonder if he’d been watching ‘The Apprentice’? Suddenly the parallels are jumping out at me…. I love the picture below because I look so stupidly happy to be wearing the collar 🙂
And here are some lovely cane-marks. And hooray, she got the job! I do like the combination of CP and bondage – I’m awful at keeping still for caning, and it makes me feel a great deal safer to be restrained. I wonder if it’d be possible to be suspended from the ceiling while being caned? I expect so, I wonder if I dare try it….
And just because it’s so fabulous, here is a frame-grab from my Spoilt Ladies Spanked shoot (the one which I directed and then realised I didn’t like being in charge of). I love our horror-struck faces; we’ve just been caught fighting at a debutantes’ ball. We are VERY spoilt…. And I’m afraid we get very severely punished….

I posted last week about being super-excited about going back to www.northernspanking.com for my second shoot. How right I was to be excited; I wish I’d worked with them when I first started doing spanking work, it’s like being in a big, strange, happy, kinky family.

And how great was my joy not to be in charge! (It was VERY great, to give you a clue…) I woke up on Saturday morning and spent a lovely long time doing my face and hair, before trundling into the kitchen to be fed breakfast. So, pretty much like being a teenager again, really, but without the anxiety… As always, there were lots of people milling around doing important things, but I just ate toast and thought ‘mmm; I’m going to be spanked, ALL day, and I’m going to be told what the stories are, and who I’m meant to be, and even what PANTS to wear, and HOORAY for Lucy McLean et al….’

Over the next two days, we shot and shot and shot, but these were my favourite bits….

1) Trying to maintain a vaguely Russian accent while being spanked for, like, an HOUR.
2) Crying and crying and crying over something I hadn’t actually done, but which seemed entirely real at the time. (Hooray, super director…)
3) Being utterly vile for 40 glorious, spoilt, continuous, Amelia-Jane minutes and pretending to faint to avoid being spanked by my tutor.
4) Whee, working with Stephen Lewis, who really should get spotted by a casting director one day…
5)Oh, gush, gush, gush. It was all lovely. And I got spanked in the bath. And the water was PINK.

And then I flew happily home, having had a wonderful, spank-filled time with lots of lovely people, and feeling excited about seeing the finished product. Hooray for being a model, and not a producer! Can’t recommend it enough.

Amelia-Jane

This was my (entirely true) postive post about being a spanking model. Next, I shall write about the joys of being a bondage model. This might have to be made up. La la la…..

Hmmm, this is something I’ve thought about for a long time. And hoorah, I’ve got a blog so I can go on and on and on about it.

Since I’ve been a teenager, I’ve noticed a tendency in myself to enjoy life’s dramas, especially if I’m the victim of bad circumstances or (even better) bad people. It’s not that I enjoy having horrible things happen to me, it’s just that I kind of (oh, lordy) enjoy the feeling of being rescued from the situation. Mmmm, especially by big strong men. And you need bad stuff to happen before you can BE rescued.

Now, this is all very dysfunctional, and I realised it wasn’t very attractive, so I’ve really tried to stop WALLOWING when things go wrong. I thought it was just me; but when I started meeting other people in the BDSM scene, I realised there’s quite a tendency in submissive girls (and maybe boys too) to relish being a victim. I noticed it so often that I started calling it (to myself) Cinderella Syndrome.

I think it’s basically this; believing that, like Cinderella, your everyday misfortunes somehow make you more desirable to everyone else. And that everyone will want to know all about everything that goes wrong in your life, because it’s actually terribly attractive to be a martyr. And that you don’t need to take responsibility for making things better, you just need to wait to be rescued (like Cinderella by the prince). Now, it’s very fun to be a victim in a scene, but when it spills over into real life, I’m worried that it might be a bit tedious.

Alas, just when I was feeling all EVOLVED, and as though I’m now immune to self-pity, the BDM (huh) pointed out that so far my blog has included;-

A post on how awful my flu is.
Another post about my flu.
A post about how much I hated being in charge of a shoot.
And…. a post about losing my diary.

And then he suggested that perhaps I might be suffering from a little bit of Cinderella Syndrome. Which seems a bit unfair, because he only even knows it EXISTS because I made up a word for it 🙂 So I’m going to spend the week writing upbeat, happy posts about things I’ve enjoyed doing recently. Of which there are many, but I didn’t want to show off.

And from now on, if I post gratuitously about how awful everything is, everyone is allowed to ignore me and/or call me Cinderella.

Amelia-Jane xx