I n t o T h e A t t i c . c o m / B l o g

We’ve had the damn thing a month now. Still haven’t used it. Did I mention we found a specimen flask inside a drawer? It had something in it. Something very old and dried up. Yes, well, I still need to sanitize the entire table, recolor it and Zed will weld on some apparati. Then we need to mount it in a room. Coincedentally, we’ll hopefully be waxing Zayda’s hairy body tomorrow. Zed suggested the use of the Gyno table for that but it didn’t strike me as desperate enough. My thinking was a severe spread-eagle, in the attic. Then Zed thought adding a suspension to that would be good. So that’s it, a suspended spread-eagle. Where her arms & legs are fixed to the floor but her torso is suspended several inches. That should give the hot looking waxing chick that will do the job easy access to everything. Like maybe even straddling her face while she waxes her bush?

Anyway, we’ll get it done for you.

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Any number of things can preclude a blog post. But I always try and do a post every evening. Today is one of those days when something came up. I wrote one. I posted it. Then I thought better of it and removed it within a few minutes. I really hate doing that. So, in lieu of that post here’s a joke for you:

You know why the goat farmer wears long rubber boots?

So he can stick the goat’s back legs in there.

Okay, pretty weak….I know.

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I didn’t think it was possible, after the day before, and the day before that.

I passed her in the hallway and I could tell the pain was deep. I stopped her and inquired. I started to plead with her to tell me, to tell me what she was thinking and then suddenly she blurted out comparisons. How maybe if this or that was different it would have made it better somehow, possible. We spoke intermittently for several minutes. The time was punctuated with several long silences. And then at a moment, I looked up at her. Her arms were rising, rising toward me. I could see the tremendous emotion welling. Her face growing contorted as she reached for me, questioning me in heaving sobs. This wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before and I’ve known her for some two decades. Then we were locked in a bear hug, clutching. Her sobs weren’t sobs. They were the rising and falling of those two decades in a heaving mass of emotion, of pain and anguish unlike I’d ever seen. It was of such intensity I had to hold her up, to keep her from falling onto the floor. There was wailing and nosies of raw hurt and pain, and misunderstanding and loss and FUCK, where was the solace here? Why can’t there be any of that?

I’ve never held her so tightly, with such force and intensity, with such length of time as I did then. I’ve never been in the presence of such powerful emotion. And then, at the end of day, everything is still the same.

Tomorrow is another day, right?

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Hmm, cuffs, blindfold, chains, heavy chains, collar,,,,,electricity. You can just make out the clover nipple clamps hanging from the ceiling. It appears someone will be staying here awhile. At least a mattress was left for them. A piece of dirty foam really. Is that, is that bird shit in the upper left, there on the floor? Looks like their hand will be lying in it when they get all cuffed in. Nice. Nice and dirty.

This isn’t the Holiday Inn, but let’s face it. There’s plenty of folk out there who’d consider this a fine evening.

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Back in my pre-dawn years I used to wonder what it was like to be a BDSM guy. To get to deal with the models and work with them. To learn their story –and my own. There were several sites I’d visit at the time, penniless. I was broke in those early days so I searched out addresses that offered free images. One in particular, and this was also in the very early days of the Internet, was Mr. T’s site. Yeah, Cory. I think all of us old timers recall Cory,,,,,and his demise.  Cory ALWAYS ranted about something. It was to the point, his ego was so egarious and blatant, and his rants so serious and misguided (to me anyway), that I eventually stopped visiting his free site of pictures.

Those of us who have followed the times know what happened.

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I really like Zayda J. Now, don’t get the wrong impression. What I like about her is her honestly, professionalism, open mindedness and all around wholesomeness. She just isn’t like other models. She’s just so, what, personable, nah, it’s more than that. She’s honest and genuine. That’s it. That is it. She’s genuine That is what I like about her.

You know, I always have a little couch talk with everyone who comes in. So we can make certain everyone is on the same page. So, I recall when I asked Zayda, on her second visit, about touching her in a more personal manner. She sort of crinkled up her nose, maybe even had a look of disgust on her face, and told me “no, I don’t think I want you touching me.” Then there’s her BF sitting on the couch right next to her. I don’t even give him a second glance. Funny world we live in. At least, a funny world I live in sometimes.

But lest you think this is off putting behaviour, you should know different. Simply the nature of the business. And Zayda’s BF, he’s one of the best guy’s we’ve ever had show up to The Attic to escort a chick. But I might start thinking differently of him if he doesn’t start cooking all of us a meal when he cooks up Zayda’s.

Anyway, I had a waxing shoot down for Zayda. Had a hot looking chick to come in and wax Zayda for you, The Viewer, while she was strapped down to a dirty mattress in a spread-eagle. Just rip that fucking cunt hair right off of there. And you know how Zayda likes to cry. But no, she had a better gig. A significantly better gig come up. Given the well raised chick that she is she checked in about our shoot before committing on the other. That’s a good girl Zayda. A very good girl indeed.

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This isn’t exactly a picture of our new Gyno table….but it is a pic of the instruction manual. I can assure you, it is good reading; circa 1980s. Also, it is very hot here today. Much like the Deep South. I mean, when I lift my arm from the desk a small amount of perspiration is noted. In fact, I feel sweat making its way down the middle of my breast plate. It’s all around my head and hair line. Yes, very much like the Deep South. But fuck –we’re in the Pacific Northwest.

…..my thoughts are with you.

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Look at that sauna. I’ve never used it. And I don’t mean me sitting in there sweating it out, sweating something out. No, I mean tying up some first time amateur and leaving her in there for, oh, I don’t know, 15 - 20 minutes? I mean, how hot can it get? Then, when you’re all done sweating it out, you can sit in the shade next to the table in a hogtie, under the kiwi. That kiwi vine is some 40 years old. Always gives up fruit at the unusual time of the year of January.

Nice, cold kiwi sliced open with the pocket knife….

I don’t know about you but I’m at one, a fork. That’s likely the last time you’ll ever see that sauna again.

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Look at that goddamn spatual. Have you ever seen a tool so gracefully made? The lines, the curves, the angles. Even that tiny little area that was melted away is such a turn on. I mean fuck, you could flip a flapjack the size of a dinner plate with that thing. And those damn openings. Sexy really. Whew, I can see that moisture would simply drip right through the cracks. I just love all black. Slender, so willing to please, to flip, to be held. And the handle is long and slender. Hmmm, I can just see myself wrapping my warm hand around it and flipping myself a couple of sausage patties for breakfast.

Can’t you?

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OK, I know I’ve sort of worn out my welcome on the whole series of Emily pics but hey, I just noticed this. Now, I’m not a rocket scientist or anything, and I still need to check with some people (I don’t know who those people are yet but I’ll be checking with them), but I have the tiniest of suspicions that Emily was really enjoying her visit with us. I mean, whoa, we only just got started. Settle down there philly. I’ll let you know when its time to go left or right. Try to keep yourself hydrated now.

It’s nice to see the girls comfortable and enjoying their visit.

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