Rosaleen Young - Model

Having decided to do this site, Midori and I found ourselves in New York for Bondcon, June of 2002. Neither of us had ever been to one of these things, but we thought that it made sense for us to go where the place with the crawling with bondage models. The conference opened with a sort of Meet & Greet. It wasn't a small room, but for the amount of people crammed into it, it was fairly cramped. I spent some time being introduced to people by Midori, chatting with some new friends, and scanning the room for people I thought we'd both like to shoot. My eyes finally fixed on Rosaleen. This was interesting, as she was easily one of the shortest women in the room. However, there was just something very honest and sweet about her, even from across the room. She became the first model I asked to work with us. She was very new to bondage modeling as she only been doing it were a few months now. The accent? She explained that she's Australian but was currently living in England. No, she'd never heard of Midori, but rather like the photographs I showed her (Ivy) and was willing to model for us.

Later that evening, she was in our hotel room for the shoot. We chose some clothing, and Midori began scanning the hotel room for inspiration. The web is littered with bad pornography shot in hotel rooms. The next thing I knew, Midori was asking Rosaleen to curl up in her suitcase to see if she would fit. Midori then began binding her, slowly dragging the ropes across her body, as she slid into her low, breathy voice, to tell her young model a story about a young slave girl. ("Slave" in this case is and SM term for someone who willfully offers their servitude to another.) This young girl would get put into a suitcase and shipped off to destinations unknown by her owners. She never knew where she would be the next time the suitcase opened, what time zone, what country, or even what language was spoken in this new place. She just knew that she was being loaned to someone else by her owners, and they would pick up the suitcase at the airport and take her home.

The story continued as Midori applied more and more rope, and we eventually placed Rosaleen back in the suitcase, zipped it closed, and wheeled it across the room, placing it on top of the luggage rack. Midori waited a minute or two to open the lid, and when she did the shoot began. Midori continued this story in her sexy low voice and Rossellini stayed put. Eventually, we helped her sit straight up and Midori tied her into a close that, to her, evoked the Kannon (Japanese deity, Quan Yin Chinese traditions - Goddess of Mercy. We didn't know it then, but religious imagery was to become a theme Midori touches on regularly.) As Midori continued weaving her story Rosaleen seemed to be slipping deeper and deeper into a submissive headspace, sometimes shaking, and at one point it seemed as if she might cry. (to be continued)

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