Detroit Rock City 2 – WaxWork

WaxWorkPale, Hannibal and I were just getting back to the conference room as JJ, Eric Cain and Carelyn Anita were arriving. Carelyn is the sort of person who can make a construction jumpsuit look striking. Tiny [4’ 11”] but muscular with gleaming black hair down to her waist and a long, noble face with a Neapolitan profile that gives her a bearing somewhere between Alla Nazimova and T’Pring of Vulcan [this is a compliment by the way]. Add a smokey-voiced, outgoing personality and intense sexuality and…well you get the idea. Needless to say I was more than looking forward to shooting with her.

Big Lew arrived a few minutes later with a pair of friends in tow, an artist/raconteur named Malachai and another area photography, Jodie Rossi. Lew was running a model/photographer group shoot the next day from his studio but was only too happy to get an early start on things. He talked with Pale and Hannibal about an idea he wanted to shoot while Carelyn, JJ and I started making our own plans. CareLyn and I had discussed at length the idea of a waxplay scene with CareLyn topping JJ, who was naturally a bit nervous, but trusted us. We’d also decided against any clothing for either of them, the idea being to create something with a completely unstaged [and more sensual] feeling. JJ was uneasy about full nudity as well, but was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

I decided to start in the bathroom nearest the conference room, partly because I liked it’s Spartan mix of painted white cinderblock walls, clay tiled flooring and glass block windows that took up almost all of the far wall. Add a plain sink, a painfully basic towel dispenser and a pressboard toilet stall and it was a perfect Melvin Moten location! It was also a little warmer than the factory area and I Do care about my models, you know.

I set up my lights quickly as CareLyn readied her candles and JJ readied herself for this new encounter. When I was set to go, I brought them in with me and closed the door with a ceremonious flourish in plain view of Lew, Eric and the rest.

The bathroom was quiet and warm, thanks to the lights. JJ and I watched, wide-eyed as CareLyn lit her first candle, a mischievous smile on her lips. With a firm hand, she guided JJ to the glass block wall and raised the candle above her head. JJ closed her eyes, then gasped and arched her torso at the first touch of the wax, just hot enough to burn but not enough to injure. CareLyn smiled, asked JJ if she was okay. JJ nodded, still taking in the sting and heat as the wax hardened on her skin. CareLyn moved closer, tipping the candle as JJ cried out, her body spasaming against her mind’s desire to feel more, take more. CareLyn smiled again, letting the red wax fall once, twice, three times as JJ shivered, biting her lip, eyes shut tight and then open wide. All the while, CareLyn’s dark voice held JJ in place – soothing encouraging, teasing, asking, ordering. No ropes were necessary here…CareLyn had made JJ a prisoner of sensation. Already in an altered state, JJ drank each word in like sweet liquor, responding with a nodding head and a rainbow of facial expressions. CareLyn moved closer, her lean body fitting itself to JJ’s soft curves. She lowered the candle, red drops covering both JJ’s nipple and her own. JJ shivered and watched as the wax coated both their skins. CareLyn smiled and cooed, cupping JJ’s breast as they thick drops feel again and again, dancing across JJ’s skin to the song of cries, breaths and commands.

I was just realizing how totally envious I was of JJ when CareLyn stepped back to admire her work thus far. Jj’s torso was laced with the smoky wax from chest to hips, the patterns rising and falling with her unsteady breating. CareLyn smiled that scary/tricky smile again.

“You’re so pretty in front,” she said in a sweet voice. “come see!.” She placed a hand on JJ’s shoulder, seemingly lifting her off her feet for a moment. She turned JJ and guided her away from the glass block towards the bathroom mirror. JJ stood in front of her reflection, a mixture or hazy/druggy subspace and anticipation on her face. CareLyn spun her around again to face her.

“Now let’s see about your back,” she said decisively. With the touch of a hand, JJ headed towards the opening of the stall where CareLyn raised JJ’s arms, placing each one on the tops of the stall . I felt another pang of envy as CareLyn ran a light hand of black-lacquered nails down the center of JJ’s back, sensations rippling just beneath the pale skin as she shivered. CareLyn smiled thoughtfully before delivering a sharp smack to the soft flesh of JJ’s bottom. JJ squealed but tried not to move.

“That’s for thinking your body isn’t beautiful,” CareLyn said.

She took another moment to caress JJ’s behind, now growing rosy, before lifting the candle and tipping it again. Instead of cries, JJ responded with soft moans as each drop met her back. CareLyn soothed JJ with light touches and her chocolaty voice as the wax fell, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. JJ bowed her head with a sigh, seeming to dive into the swirl of sensations, emotions and words her Mistress was whipping up. Suddenly, CareLyn reached an arm in front of JJ’s shoulders and leaned back against the far wall, taking JJ along with her. Delicately, she lifted JJ’s chin with her free hand while pouring more wax over the now-hardened spots and streaks covering JJ’s torso. Arching at the heat of the first drops, JJ sighed heavily, eyes turned upward and sank into CareLyn’s embrace. Craning her head over JJ’s shoulder, CareLyn smiled as she dropped the hot red liquid as JJ’s squirmed and cried. She pushed JJ back towards the mirror.

“Look at you – see how pretty?” She asked sweetly. JJ could only nod and smile, that drugged, subspaced smile that makes me green with envy every time I see it on someone…But I couldn’t remember that wish being so strong during a shoot as it was now. CareLyn blew out the candle, now just a fraction of it’s former length.

“Do you think she needs a break?” She asked me.

“I know I do,” I said, exhaling finally.

JJ just smiled, staring at the red lacing that criss-crossed her body.


NEXT: Table Manners

 

Detroit Rock City 2 – PaleGothGoddess and Hannibal

After Ami and her party left, the three of us got ready for the trip to the factory in Dearborn. JJ got a call from PaleGothGoddess and Hannibal confirming that we’d meet her there a little closer to 7pm. She called CareLyn Anita at her hotel and made arrangements to pick her up. Once we were ready, it was off to the factory. Pale and Hannibal were already waiting for us when we got there. We went in and I started getting set up right away – JJ was leaving to pick up CareLyn straightaway and I didn’t want to have her waiting around while I dawdled around with things. Nor did iw ant to cut things short with Pale and Hannibal the way I felt I did last time. I decided to set up by the same metal door I’d shot JJ in front of Friday night – there were a couple of other interesting spots in the plant, but I would just have to come back another weekend to shoot them

To give this set a different feel, I moved the die cast horses aside and substituted a black wood and leather spanking bench that Big Lew had brought to the plant during my previous trip. I figured it would be easier for Pale to recline on the softer leather bench.

I started with Pale on her own, nude except for her black bra – a stark contrast between her dark hair and pale skin. I had her lay on the bench arms stretched overhead and back arching. It was simple, but elegant, casting her particular eroticism in high relief.

I had what I wanted in no time, so I had her stand up and move closer to the metal door. I hate to admit it, but the resulting frames were closer to fine art nude than to my usual sexual thing. I think Pale was rather into it as well.

For a moment, I was troubled by how quickly it was going – but then I realized that Pale and I just have that “connection” one needs to get “the shot” quickly and efficiently. The second half of my solo idea complete, I went back to the conference room to find Hannibal, who was playing with his new puppy [also named Hannibal]. Rather than leave the little thing alone in a strange room, he carried it [box and all] into the factory section with him. He was dressed head to toe in black pvc, so I had Pale remove her bra – now totally nude, I had her move close enough to Hannibal to wrap his long coat around her body. It was rather chilly in this section of the plant, so she had no problem going with this idea. Naturally, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and had her sit on the floor with her legs wrapped around his legs. I recalled the ladder Eric had used the night before, so I found it for myself and started shooting from above. The new perspective added just the right dramatic touch to what we were doing. I asked Pale to stand up and move into Hannibal’s coat again. The dirt from the factory floor on her backside was a great unanticipated touch. I had her sit back down and moved closer, framing her face against the shiny material of his outfit. Instinctively, she reached up as he reached down, his hands resplendent in ornate silver rings. The combination of her reaching and his powerful, disembodied hands was perfect. I took extra care to cover the scene with my toycameras as well as my canonet, but I knew I had “the shot” – it was all so quick and easy I felt guilty.

Not too guilty, though.

NEXT: Waxwork