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BONDAGE SHOOTS WITH CARL MCGUIRE Excerpts from Lorelei's journal   December 10, 1988     I first met Carl McGuire a few weeks ago when he stopped in the office.  He had a pleasant squared face, short dark hair and a tall square body.  He introduced himself and shook my hand.  He was only there to pick something up, but he stopped at the door to praise my letters (printed in Bondage Life 31) and encouraged me to keep writing.  Very personable guy.      The second time McGuire came around was Atreus' last day visiting the States.  It was a Friday and we all arranged to go out to lunch.  I knew Carl would show up and I looked forward to it.  At lunch, our enthusiastic new model Lorraine Vanowen was very talkative and animated.  He was mellow throughout the lunch and asked Atreus some questions.  We discussed the Sweet Gwendoline ball tie, and I said I'd always wanted to try it; Carl said that neither Simone Devon nor Tiana Cambridge had been able to withstand his ball-ties for long.  Tight tie!     Back at the office he hung around talking with folks.  I strolled into the mailroom and said "If you ever want to try the ball tie, let me know."     He said "Sure."  I went off to do part of Lorraine's shoot.  When I came back Carl was still around and he asked me when I'd be available for the tie!  We set a day and he became rather animated.  He started asking me what outfits I had, and requested that I bring an exercise outfit.  He seemed to just light up!  Again he praised my work before leaving.     Everyone was surprised that Carl was doing a shoot: "He hasn't done a shoot in ages!"  I was really excited.  Chelsea brought a bag of dance clothes to work so I could put together an exercise outfit.  I went nuts selecting clothes for the Sweet Gwen tie; I even cut the tag and [shoulder] pads out of my pink blouse. December 11, 1988     The drive over on Wednesday morning was easy with his thorough directions.  I drove through a nice community and parked in front.  Approaching the door I heard loud hard rock music within.  I rang the doorbell and the music was turned off.     When he opened the door I said "Ding dong -- Avon Lady calling."  I was wearing my rental-agent uniform.  He helped me carry in the lights and all that junk.  I crept around the house while he prepared his toast.  I really liked the decorator style -- I love wood sculpture and wood furniture.  Everything was roomy but cozy, snuggy.  There were so many magazines and books on his coffee table I couldn't believe it.     He began by tying my ankles and overknees.  The overknee seemed cinched too tight so I requested a time-out and loosened it.  Carl looked on patiently and was unoffended by my care in this.  It's the most important part of the tie, I think, because once your legs are totally folded, you're quite likely to get the [circulation] cut off.     Once that was accomplished, he tied my elbows near each other, then my wrists.  Left wrist on top, just like the Gwen drawing.  I was balancing on my high-heeled feet as he wrapped my body with more rope and tied the wrists toward the ankles.  Finally I was packaged and he carefully tipped my body forward so my collarbone was to the floor.     I'd requested packing in the mouth and had given him a small flower-patterned kerchief.  He folded this up and put it in, then anchored it with a white overgag.     I felt very Gwendoline all curled up on the floor like that.  Carl said everything looked great and he took lots of pictures.  We did pictures from all angles, also tipped me over, also put me on my back, also added a blindfold.  The Harmony camera jammed so almost every picture was taken in color with Carl's camera.     The whole time of the tie, Phantom Of the Opera was playing -- I'd brought the tape.  We started the tape when we began tying, and he was untying me as the Phantom died.  So it was an hour (selection) tape and an hour tie.  My limbs felt rather fuzzy into the last fifteen minutes but there was very little discomfort.  I was a bit unhappy to be untied.     It was mid-afternoon, so I put on my cowgirl outfit (for the next scenario) and we went out to lunch.  What a fucking neato car he has.  It's a sportscar.  Fun.  It talks to you if you screw up.  (I burst into laughter last night when it told him "your left car door is open.")  Carl took me to a salad place where you make your own.  I loved that; I gobbed on the croutons.  We sat and ate like fiends and talked about the direction of the company.  Carl keeps bringing up my place in the company and my potential and etc etc etc.     We headed on back and he hogtied me on his cushion-seat with red bandanas.  I had a blue bandana on my head and the weird wood bit-gag of his in my mouth.  The bit-gag is odd: it wasn't tight enough to fit to the back of my jawbone, which is where I wished it would be (it's easier to wear an open-mouth gag if you can let your jaw slack to the farthest open position) -- but in the photos, when they came back, I realized it's a gag that looks better if you just hold it in your teeth at the forefront of the mouth.  Not comfy.  Oh well.     When done I resisted him when he came to untie me.  He asked if I wanted to be left like that and I indicated yes.  He sat down on the rug and watched me roll about and squirm and giggle.  I had a blindfold on so he told me when I was getting too close to the fireplace bricks.      We went down to his bedroom to select an "exercise" outfit.  He was absolutely dying to use a piece of mountain-climbing equipment he'd bought a long while ago.  He wanted to harness it to the middle of the back and hang crossed wrists from it.  I put on the black bodysuit Chelsea lent me.  It had dancer's strap-feet and shoulder-straps with no sleeves.  I already knew Carl would like how it looked.  He likes the shape of the body and doesn't enjoy anything which alters or obscures that shape.  The black bodysuit makes me look very nice.  When I came out I just about wanted to dance or jump in it.  He reacted favorably and wanted me to wear gloves with it.  Gloves? Not exercise-ish, he admitted, but he wanted it to look this way.     In the computer room we talked and talked while he got ready.  I wanted to do the pose topless because I'd checked in the mirror and the bodysuit looked great pulled down to just below the breasts.      Carl tied my ankles and overknees first, then harnessed the metal mountain-climbing object to my back.  He tied my wrists together (I applied my ballgag, though he said it could wait till later -- I disagreed and strapped it in, he said "well it's been a nice conversation, goodbye" -- I think he liked that I wanted to be gagged early) and my wrists were drawn up to the metal frame.     I love this look; having the wrists crossed up in back is very asian.     Carl then wrapped my breasts with rope.  My breasts looked somewhat compressed.  For some reason I was wet in the mouth faster than usual.  I kept swallowing best I could.  He said I looked great and set up the lights.  I could tell he was sincere and he was very enthusiastic as he took the photographs.  I kept posing and turning.  He took about 30 shots on the Harmony camera and then picked up his camera.  He was concerned about how long we were taking but I just wanted to stay tied like that.     Finally he set down the camera and removed my ballgag.         We cleaned up (how sad) and I got dressed.  We went out to dinner (in his fun sportscar again!) at a Chinese place.  Yum! Yum Yum! Carl ate ravenously -- the food was good, especially the "Chinese burritos" he ordered.     Back at his place we sat and talked for a while.         On Thursday night I called Carl to ask if I might drop by Tuesday to look at the prints with him.  I'd be picking them up [from the developer] Monday.  He thought that was great and we started talking.  And Talking.  And Talking.  We talked from 8:30 until midnight.  Wow!        On Saturday I rang Carl and said I'd be over.  I wore my pink Gwen shirt, gray slacks, and white g-string -- knowing what he likes to see in bondage.  When I got there he looked through my photo album.  He said he liked my style.  "I can see you like scenarios," he commented.      We looked through my two clippings books.  He especially liked the photos of non-bondage porn.  We seem to share similar tastes there -- he likes dark-haired mystery ladies too.     After going through both books Carl pointed out there wasn't time to tie me.  Agh!  It was time to get ready for Rocky Horror.  I made up and dressed in the guest bathroom.  He liked my Janet costume!     It was a short drive to the theater, so outside the Rialto I parked and looked at a book Carl lent me titled Carlo.  It's early French drawings of bondage and flagellation.  The bondage was superb.        Tuesday night I'm going to go over and we'll look at the color slides from our shoot. December 15, 1988    Monday night I spread my pen pal letters all over the bed and tried to make some headway.  Carl called me and we ended up talking at length again (though not as long as the other time!).    On Tuesday night I went over to Carl's again. Carl had a pose he really wanted to try on me.      It was fun getting ready -- he was sitting on the floor with the rope.  I said "what shall I wear?  Shall I take off this sweatshirt?" -- and I pulled off my Mikado sweatshirt.  He looked pleased, and then I said quickly "shall I take off my shoes?" and kicked them off while he was agreeing; then I said "shall I take off my pants?" and I peeled them off.  I was clad in a red short tank top, red bobby socks, and a red thong.  He said, "that's a perfect outfit, that will look great."     He had me sit cross-legged, and the ankles were tied together.   Then I brought each arm through and under each knee, and the wrists were tied together just over the ankles.  This was very close and a weird position.  Carl learned to work the videocam and he filmed me flopping around in this position, wearing the ballgag.  It was fun.     So we filmed my position for a while.  I started to get weary finally, because my arm bones were gouging my leg bones, and he finished filming.  We were both hungry so we drove through a Jack-In-The-Box (I've never been to one) and went back to his place to chow.  Once done I thought he'd say he was turning in, but we went into the living room and he brought out a magazine, so we sat and looked all the way through it.     The Gwendoline photographs we did -- I looked pretty good, but Carl complained that he hadn't used enough rope on some areas. I said I'd be happy to do the tie again -- but I know how he feels; as a bondager one usually doesn't want to re-do a tie. Maybe someday... because I like the position...     But if he has more weird ideas like the one we just did, I'll be happy with that!     My funny little talking radio (Carl gave it to me, he hates it) says it's 7:47 pm so maybe I'll shuffle on out of here.