The Bathroom Takeover

Hijacking a party for my own use....
It's always great to go to a party where everyone is some sort of artist...
thanks to Ellen and Irving for the impromptu model job...

Puke And The Consequences of Being A Pushy Asshole

The other morning it was cold. Very cold. People are miserable when it's cold. They get anxious and irritable. I get it. I switch trains every morning either twice or three times depending on what time I wake up. This morning was going to be a three train switch which means I was running late. For those that don't know I'm very anal on the showing up on time issue and I'm also very big. Six five, two fifty or so. My train pulled into the first transfer and I waited for a few minutes with the rest of the cattle waiting to continue our drive into the cattle pens that are our jobs. The D came steaming in and there was a train that stopped in front of me that happened to have a bunch of empty seats...this set off a warning bell or three. In NYC rush hour an empty train means one of two things 95 percent of the time - there is a stinky bum (forgive me for my lack of political correctness) or there is vomit. This was a vomit morning. Didn't see it yet but I knew it. The long story ends here with a very aggressive little calf deciding that she was more important than the people that had been standing around waiting with what passes for patience on a cold winter morning. The train pulled in and like a running back hitting a hole she nearly pushes me out of the way and drives another woman two feet to the side as she rushes in. The smell hits me hard. I scan and can see the floor covered in vomit - but not the little running back. She hits the hole and breaks for daylight and one of those coveted empty seats and then - BOOM - she slips in it and falls on her ass. She's slimed. Covered in puke and I know I'm an asshole for saying it out loud but it was what everyone was thinking
"excuse me would have saved you"

Commercialism

NYTease

I have a nifty little store at cafepress that sell t shirts that are focused on my life - be it living in Brooklyn, my photography, or poker. If you need something kinda unique check it out...

I now return you to our regularly scheduled programming

5D Mk II and My Own Nudity

Tricked you with the headline into thinking this was a post about some self portraits huh? Sorry to disappoint though trust me it's not like you are missing lots. In any event I put my money down for the new 5 from canon thinking (as we all did that ordered over the weekend) that it would ship monday. Bong!!!! No such luck. Normally this would not bother me...but...here it comes...I sold my older camera on Saturday and for the first time in years I have none at all. Not quite accurate I guess. I have a p/s but I don't have a tool of my trade...I didn't think it would bother me but I really have been itchy for the past two days...
enough
hopefully in the next few days I have something good to show you
JC

Cheap Deals On Caskets?

Two in a row(posts i mean)...what the hell is the world coming to?
So I was out and about a little yesterday and didn't really see a single "deal" definitely nothing worth dying over and yet I watch the news and there are two stories about people dying during the "black friday" (what the fuck is that supposed to mean anyway?) and all i can think to myself is were they giving away extra kidneys? was there a buy one extra year of life get one free deal? Insane. All I can think of is this guy in Long Island - part time worker - 34 years old goes to work to make like 8 bucks an hour and never comes home.
What a fucking waste...
In any event - what the hell do you say after that..
damn
JC

No doubt I've been lazy updating my site Stark-Arts
but that doesn't mean I haven't been trying. Despite some personal issues and camera issues I've still maintained a trickly of output and found some older images that hadn't yet seen the light of day and this day I bring you the biggest update ever...in fact the only update ever.
Also (and they say the third time is the charm) I am going to rededicate myself to putting something up on this blog each day...
Sometimes a (hopefully witty) anecdote, sometimes an image, sometimes just some made up story that I think about when I'm loving myself...

thanks to all of you for your support and comments at my various site and places where I post work...

In the near future I'm also going to try to figure a way to make my work available to you in limited edition signed and framed prints...I had a much better go of it at the erotic flea market that I sold some of my images at and that has led me to believe that maybe someone out there actually likes my work...
JC

The Stark-Arts Volume 1

Stark-Arts Vol...

By Joseph W. Carey

Book Preview

After a test run that I guess I should have kept private I have come with a new layout and many more pages...80 pages with over 100 images...

thanks for your patience

JC

Shooting With Other Photographers

I had the pleasure this past week of doing some rigging and shooting with two guys that produce excellent photo work...it was honestly the first time I'd ever really shot side by side with anyone and it was easier than I imagined. No alpha male bullshit or other nonsense. The shoots gave me a chance to do some more rigging that was not my usual. The above image is by Aeric Meredith Goujon of the amazing Ree Ja. Rigging by me...
I also did some rigging for Melvin Moten Jr aka EroCrush
Below is a picture I took during that shoot - which was a blast. The closet I've come to what I did with Hardtied and InfernalRestraints since that leaving there...
this is an image I took from that shoot (my man Melvin hasn't posted any from that day yet)

Got to hand it to Janice for being such a trooper...
really tough girl that had never been tied up before...
it was fun to be able to spend more time directing and tying and figuring out what to do with the subject since it was Melvin's shoot and he set up the lights and found the place...

In any event - check out the work from these talented guys and then check out mine as usual. some fun new stuff going up...
JC

Coming Soon -

I've got so many free days this month that I really hope to have some fun stories and great images in the near future. In the meantime you have to make due with what I have on hand...this was a real shot of a tie I did for play that I liked. The light isn't quite what I would have like but like i said it was shot for fun...
hope you like
JC

Daily Was A Bit Too Much I Guess

I've been meaning to write here more - really. I think all the time "i should put something up today" or "i think i have the start of a good new story..." but then something called life gets in the way. So today I just am just going to throw up a picture and commit to putting something here at least once or twice a week (maybe even more)
thanks to those that do bother to check this out...

Been A Little Bit

I've been lazy and I've had some issues to deal with and I let it all get the best of me...

Sorry to anyone that has been checking this out - I'll be back on the ball again soon...

JC

A Touch Of Glamour

Stark-Arts is up and running pretty well now - I hope to have it fully functional in the next week. It loads fast, shows my work pretty well and has the links I want it to have...
I have shot some "glamour" work (still fetish really but lit different that what I normally do and i thought you might all enjoy taking a look...
thanks

Model Call

If you've had a chance to take a look at The Stark-Arts (or if you've been reading this at all) you've seen that I'm working on a series of fetish out in public shots and so this is a call...

Women, Couples (any mix match), (hate to put it bluntly here but -) attractive transgenders, and in shape men are invited to contact me at jc@stark-arts.com if you would like to get some (hopefully) quality shots of yourself in public flaunting yourself a bit. I can nearly 100% assure you that I can keep you from arrest and that you will get at the very least a few shots that you'll be happy with for years to come and the possibility of showing up in a book in the future should I get enough answers for this project... If you know someone that would be good for this project get them in touch with me as well. Nudity is NOT a necessity - I will be doing shibari over clothes as well as over naked flesh for some of the shibari shots and if you're fetish is something else - well let me know about it and lets see if we can make this happen...

This is a tfp shoot meaning I can't pay you with anything other than an enjoyable shoot, a quality conversation starting story, quality images and a 8x10 or 13x19 print for your time...

Thanks
JC

Adventures In Phototaking

The other night I decided to take my little artsy shibari photography show on the road. To be completely honest little might now be the right term for me...and artsy is in the eyes of the viewer...and my shibari is pretty simple so...the real truth is I found a model willing to let me tie her in public and take some pictures...

I decided for this shoot that I would need an assistant. I'd never had one before and I wasn't going to pay anyone so it had to be a friend. It had to be someone that would not freak out the model and that knew a thing or two and that would exude calmness because even though I was certain that I would not be arrested this was the first time I'd decided to take the show outside.
My friend/co-worker/photographer/cool guy Manzell (when he give me a link to his work - I'll give you one) decided to be my wing man. We worked our day job during the day form 9 - 7 with the plan to pick up the model at 10 and do some crazy guerrilla style shooting...

A word or two on my tools for this job - a 1dMk II - old by todays standards and probably not the right tool for this job. Sufficient and in it's day a great camera but slow focus in low light ended up a problem for me as the night went by. 70-200 2.8 IS is a champ and I love it. 16 - 35 2.8 also a champ on a 1.3 crop...(version 1 is soft on full frame and i have...version 1 but not a full frame so it all works) and the weakest point in the whole set up is the canon 550 flash. The flash from shot to shot is inconsistent even in manual (which you have to shoot since canon does not have ttl wirelss) and a relatively slow recylcle speed made for some moments lost.



Back to the (mis)adventure. We pick up Asha at 10 - she is right on time which in my experience is a sign of the apolypse as most models seem to be a little late - and we begin to drive toward some locations I have in mind. I never got to shoot at either of them as I seem to have misjudged the number of tourists that would be out from 10 - 12 on a Tuesday night including a few too many kids. So we drove a bit and I came to Beaver St in the financial district about 100 steps to Delmonicos Steakhouse and found a building with a service elevator door open (not the actual elevator but the door that let people make deliveries to it...the room was surrounded by scaffolding so it made a location that I decided would be fun to shoot.

to be continued - life gets in the way of living...

The Stark-Arts Dot Com

it's here like a giant shit baby expelled from my bottom...still a work in progress but it's here and I invite you all to drop by...

The Stark-Arts

stretching thin

from out of the blue I seem to be popular. not personally. but my work seems to all of a sudden be getting some positive response. this pleases me. a lot. but at the same time all of a sudden i don't feel like i have enough time to do anything. if you've dealt with models much you realize that they have the attention spans of 30 something men (like me) meaning that if you don't get them in front of the camera quick you probably won't. There is always someone else coming along that will grab the creative fancy. I really hope that i get as many of these lovely wonderful women in front of my lenses as soon as possible and that i'm capable of giving my best to them...

The Streets of NYC

Brooklyn on a Friday. Nice camera. Nice girl. Nice weather. Nice location. Some nice pictures before it goes wrong. The shoot starts in the streets under the Manhattan bridge. No one really seems to even be paying particular attention to our vinyl covered vixen ( see last post for the first outfit) when we decide to mosey into Brooklyn Bridge Park. I love the abandoned building to the left as you walk in as well as the ability to get the Brooklyn Bridge clearly into the shots. We are shooting with the outfit you see below and from out of nowhere comes the friendly (well not so friendly) neighborhood park security guy. To set the stage I'm pretty big... about six five and 240. This guy was wider than me...not as tall but not small either. He rides up in a gold cart and says "what's the purpose of this fucking shoot?"
no " how are you? what's up?" no "hey...that's a pretty girl but we can't have that here" nothing of the sort....my answer is "to get some pictures" he comes storming out with the "what are you a wise guy?" thing leaving me no real place to go but defense. he starts with the hands up near my face thing and i ask him to lower them...he does not follow my request. i then quietly tell him that if he won't put his hands down I will drop him...
this engenders a negative response as one might imagine...he goes to his supervisor and comes back with 5 other guys and they all look like they want trouble except the guy that turns out to be the boss...i explain to him my past employment as a member of ny's finest and let him know that my understanding of the laws for photos in nyc were that i just couldn't use a tripod for over 30 minutes but according to him brooklyn bridge park is a state park and subject to different rules that basically say that if they "deem a shoot commercial" it is prohibited...
to be continued...

The Opening of Stark-Arts

this is a two parter - more to follow on the repercussions of trying to be artistic in the city....
I invite you all to check out www.stark-arts.com my personal website highlighting my photography. it is a work in progress and for now has nothing that you couldn't find in my pbase site but in the near future you will be able to find exclusive material.
I thank everyone that has been visiting me at pbase for the last few years but do to growing censorship there have been images that I have been not allowed to display there...nothing hardcore. Just images that were deemed "too mature"
In any event - thanks and check it out...

In Praise Of Strong Women

It's been a busy week...I haven't had a chance to sit down and write but I have been fruitful with my time away from the blogosphere....
Had a chance to shoot two beautiful women this week. Had a chance to tie both of them up.
Think I made some pretty nice images...
What made these two different was that they are both pro dommes in NYC (Sindy on left, Sasha on right in case you've been bad) and I got both of their bondage cherries...hooray for me. Now anyone that knows me knows i love strong women...intelligent women...and thirdly beautiful women. I am also sexually dominant. That has never meant to me that I am better than the women i have played with. It just means that I've been lucky to have relations with women that are capable of dropping their guards and enjoy serving me in various ways just as I might enjoy doing things for them in the "vanilla" world. I have always thought that in order to submit one must be strong. Weakness is not submission...weakness is weakness. These two for me are mutually exclusive. A weak person can not submit since they have no strength. It's always made sense to me and in the intervening years since my first and last relationship with a weak woman (from 16-20) I have never again traveled down that path....
This brings me again to why I love dommes. I guess I really love switches and in my experience many pro doms are really switch but that doesn't change the fact that I love tying up a woman that I know in recent memory had some poor weakling shining their boots with a plug up his ass while she beat him with a riding crop. (not that this scenario actually happened with either of these two women in recent memory but I figure it's like Chinese family style - one from column a - one from column b)
In any event it's always nice to be trusted or deemed competent enough to be the first anythings...thanks ladies
JC

i have long thought it would be amazing to shoot a Muslim woman - i generally think that they are beautiful and the mysterious nature of their head dressings adds to that I think. Probably mostly just the primal wanting of what you can't have but if any of you knows a kinky middle eastern woman get them in touch...
thanks
JC

Models vs. Lifestyle

it's always interesting to me when i get someone that is not "lifestyle" but still thinks it would be fun to do some bondage for a shoot...the looks on their face, the new sensations as the rope goes over them, the reaction to their rope marks. It all amuses me. I wonder to myself what made them decide to ask to do a bondage shoot...I ask them if it's something they are interested in but have never had the chance to explore. I ask myself if the results are any different when shooting lifestyle vs "models". I ask them what they hope to achieve by adding these to a portfolio. I ask myself if I treat them different because they are "outsiders" to my lifestyle - invaders coming to try to capitalize on it in some way. I wonder if they enjoy it as the rope slithers over their flesh. I ask them if they are OK with the fact that I'm touching them more in one bondage shoot then I'll touch a group of vanilla models in a year? They always say yes. Many say they have found they like it. Many say that it's something they will have to get the boyfriend/husband/girlfriend to learn/try/do. I have been lucky I think that I've never had a really negative experience with a non-lifestyle model and I think I've maybe even added some flavor to many of their vanilla lives.

The Death of Belief...

or The Tipping Point

In every relationship there comes a point of no return. Maybe not everyone but just about. Many things can be said and done and the human mind has a powerful amount of elasticity that allows us to bounce back from slights perceived or real. But there is always that point of no return when trust is completely broken or at least when that amount of trust lost outweighs any love or affection possessed. This is not only true in marriage or other affairs of the heart but also with material items, institutions, and for the true point of this post - jobs.
Companies (and countries for that matter) like to talk about devotion, honor, respect, etc but to me that is a contract that goes both ways. A business that is greatly profiting from the hard work of it's individuals needs to fairly compensate them or else risk losing the same abilities that made the employee desirable to the company in the first place...
This is all a long winded way of saying that if you fuck someone in the ass don't think your dick is gonna come out smelling like sunshine...
This is one of those posts where i started out with such vitriol but in the short course of two minutes I've lost my will to write it just as i've lost my will to make lots of cash for my current employer....

How bout I finish this one?

full moon spilt over pale skin and dark rope. the yard was dark save five or six candles laid out in no pattern that she could detect. bound tightly her breasts stood out from her body as if encased in the finest bra that victoria had ever produced. her stomach was flat. her pussy was wet. the concrete under her ass cheeks was rough but she liked it like that sometimes. this was one of those times. a cool breeze caused the candle lights to dance and send shadows over her naked flesh - the wind caressed the buds of her nipples and forced them into attention. her eyes were blinded by silk. ninety percent opaque they left just enough light for her to know that the candles were sending their light over each curve and leaving none of her hidden in the shadows. her hands were tied over her head, the length of rope running to a spike in the tiny twenty by three foot "yard" behind the patio. her legs were spread looking like frogs with each foot bent back so that the heel was touching her thigh and leaving her wet cunt exposed to anyones gaze. The only eyes on them were his. his silence just another weapon in his aresenal that would lead her to lose herself to another orgasm.

Knock Knock - Who's There?

The door opened in the hallway and the dog murmured first, taking a moment to awaken from her dreams. The sound of steps coming down the basement steps flipped her ears up quick and created a low growl in her throat that was anything but lady like. I patted her head and told her to calm herself. Two minutes went by before I heard a low knock on the door that sent kali into a another state of urgency. I let the knocker wait while I pet my dog and told her how good she was to protect that house and that I loved her.

I finally got up and moved toward the door - my eyed drifted to the clock quickly seeing that it was five after two. I'd waited three minutes which had still meant the knocker was two minutes late when the sound came. That was trouble. Not for me.
I opened the door and looked down to see that while not able to be punctual she could at least follow the rest of my instructions. Her face was roughly at the level of my stiffening cock and her hands were behind her back forcing her tits forward and making the nipples look quite pinchable. My fingers acted almost without my thought moving to the tightening flesh and helping them along toward a state of absolutely perfect erection. My other hand went into her hair and pulled her up to her feet as I bent down to give her a kiss that started soft and ended with me biting her lower lip while growling low under my breath "you're late"
she remained silent for a moment living in the moment as my fingers closed ever tighter on her right nipple and my tongue explored her lower lip held in place by my teeth...
I let go of her lip but not her hair and then whispered gently "anything to say for yourself?"
"no sir"
"you know how i feel about tardiness..."
"I know sir and I know i deserve what i get"
I pulled her roughly releasing the nipple but wrapping my hand in her hair like a cowboy getting on grip on a bull before the chute opens...it was fifteen steps from the door to the bed and I had to give her credit for keeping both her balance and her hands behind her. Not an easy feat. I pushed her over the low bed so that her knees were on the floor and her tits were on the bed and her ass was facing me.
"arch your back"
She did as she was told without question keeping her fingers laced inside her elbows making her arms into a box behind her...I grabbed the rope and rolled it around twice and then tying it off before taking the rest and running it around her neck and back down to her arms. She wouldn't be able to pull without choking herself a bit. I pulled it tight enough for it to keep her arch necessary thus keeping her arms away from her ass and keeping it higher than her stomach....she looked amazing.
I stepped back to admire my handiwork and had to pause a moment to revel at her form. The thundering crack of my hand on her flesh broke the silence a moment later and she jerked forward choking herself a bit before regaining her composure.

more to come

It comes and it goes

Spent the day in Atlantic City - made a bit of money. Nothing extraordinary. A little cash game fun that left me 450 up - take out the 50 I lost in a tourney and I was 400 up which left me some cash to get some goodies for my new mac book pro. A new 1 TB drive, a blue tooth mouse, and some batteries left me feeling yummy and excited to play with my new toys. Figured out a way to back up my music from my ipod to my new drive. Had signed up for a tournament where 1 player won a seat to the world series of poker coming up later this month...sat and played while configuring my new toy. Finished tenth. Brutal end to such a happy start. 594 people beat to get nothing hurt. lucky my new computer makes me so happy. or it might have gotten thrown across the room.
File this posting under pointless - just trying to have something to write near daily - at least you get to look at a new pic..

Birthday

another year and i'm not sure i really got anything accomplished that i wanted to. a year older - a few pounds lighter actually (though not where i want to be) and a bit grayer. Lots of good pics this year and I made some money and made some connections to people that might be able to help me make more in the future. But in the end just another 365 days closer to the day that I die whenever that might be (hopefully not for another 18250 days or so). I think I left too much effort on the table. Too many opportunites to make money. Too many hard ons. Too many great shots missed - (i really need to get a smaller camera to carry around all the time - my 1D is BIG). Too many times I should have excercised. Too many deserts I wasn't even hungry for. Too many curses when I knew a better word. Too much apathy. That is the worst one. There was just too much this year that I didn't care about - this will be the year that I put it together. That doesn't mean I'll be a big sucess or get everything I want. It just means this is the year that I don't leave too much of anything without trying to grab it...

Short Story - Truth, Fantasy, or Fiction

The store was brightly lit but still dirty. Toys of all kinds hanging on the walls to the right and rows of videos on cheap displays on the left as I walked in. She was dressed in ordinary shoes with her hair pulled up showing the pale skin of her face over the bright red of her rain coat. The clerk was darker skinned with a bushy mustache and black eyes that looked us both over before locking onto her. In the back was a door with 25 cent videos advertised and as we walked even with the counter and past the rows of videos more toys now on both sides of us. We had a purpose. We were searching for something slightly uncomfortable. She had forgotten a rule. She asked me to discipline her. We were finding a proper tool. I made her drop her hands to her sides away from her coat. I had forbidden her to button it or even to tie the sash when we exited the car. She paused for a moment her eyes going from mine to the beady black ones of the clerk that were locked on her as we stood in front of an array of anal plugs and thick dildos. She begged with her eyes for a second and I spoke just loudly enough for the clerk to hear. "Now" She let go and the coat fell open slightly revealing her shaved cunt underneath her waist cincher. Friction kept the upper half of the coat closed just enough that her breasts were not completely revealed. Turned as she was with me between her and the hungry looking clerk there was really nothing to see but the flush filled her skin as though she were standing naked in time square.

"Pick one" Same even tone as before. I was not angry. The rules were a means to an end. A way for us to find new ways to explore our little games.
"Nothing that will hurt you but I do want to see you squirm" Even if the smile was not on my face you could hear it in the syllables of my words as my amusement gave way to my attempts at sternness.
She spent a minute looking over the choices knowing that if she picked too small I would be displeased and knowing that if she picked too big she would have trouble taking it inside her soon to be stretched out asshole. Her eyes moved to a ridged black plug of medium size but she hoped thick enough to please her Sir.
"Very good." My words were a pat on the head - a rub of her belly. And she almost let out a purr even as her sphincter began to clench without her control
"take it to the counter"
She looked at him again longing for him to end his torment but she knew that he loved to see her squirm a bit in public. She moved toward the desk with her coat swaying back and forth covering and uncovering her naked flesh above and below the tight black cincher. She placed the toy on the counter and looked up at the man sitting behind the counter almost drooling over her naked flesh. I moved behind her, my hands putting my card next to the toy and wrapping around her ending the show for the clerk. We waited as he processed the order wondering how he could process the card with his eyes on her. We watched as he began to put the new toy in a bag before I waved him off saying we wouldn't need the bag or the packaging for the plug...
The clerks eyes filled with something that approached joy as he realized what was going to happen. Her stomach and asshole began to clench as a new wave of flush covered her body in pink.
"take the toy." I commanded her and then took her wrist to lead her to the back of the store and into one of the private viewing booths that showed the 25 cent movie clips. Without a word I pushed the plug past her lips and into her mouth.
"Get it wet." My words were barely a whisper as I moved my hands into the rain coat over her breasts tweaking nipples to full hardness before moving over the boned cincher and toward her bared hairless cunt. A finger dipped into her slowly after dancing over her clit.
"Slut. Seems a little humiliation pushes at least one button," I pushed her face against the wall with one hand while using the other to wrap around her waist and keep her ass against my hard cock forcing her back into an arch. The tails of the coat moved aside and her ass was bared to my view as I began to move the wetness from her pussy to her pulsing asshole. I worked slowly coating it with her own juices before moving quickly to my mouth to add some spit to the concoction. My finger moved in slow circles around the ring of her back door. I bit her ear gently and then whispered for her to relax and push against me. She did as commanded and took a deep breath and murmured a sound I couldn't quite make out. On the exhale she pushed against my hand and took my index finger in her asshole.
"are you ready?"
she nodded and I took the plug from her mouth thoroughly enjoying the sight of her spit slide off it. I ran it over her lips one more time before running it between her firm ass cheeks and then with little effort it was in her up to it's second ridge.
"only two more - but they are the thick ones...ask for it."
She breathed for a moment - long breaths that caused her tits to rise and fall. Her eyes burned with lust and embarrassment and anger and concentration all mixed together. A knock on the door broke her concentration for a moment and she blurted "just a second" as though she was using the toilet.
"I told you to ask for it" a bit more edge in his tone than before
"please push it in me"
The sounds of moaning coming from the other booths was broken by the sound of his palm slapping against her round ass check...
"please push it inside me sir - I'm sorry"
"louder"
"Please put the plug up my ass Sir" she let it escape in a gasp.
His response was immediate and the entire plug slid into her past it's two remaining ridges and then allowing the smallest part to be encircled by her tight muscle as the base nestled against her cheeks. Her breathing increased to a shallow panting as she adjusted to the size of the plug.
"what do you say slut?"
I waited for about five seconds before landing my hand hard on her right ass cheek driving her face against the wall and echoing throughout the small chamber overcoming the sound of fake orgasms that filled the rooms around them. I knew that there were other men in the other rooms and without waiting landed another blow on the other cheek. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out.
"what...do...you...say...slut?"
"thank you sir...thank you for my new toy..."her voice was quiet but strong. he had not and would not ever injure her. that was not to say that the large red hand prints on her ass cheeks would not be stinging for a bit...
"good girl...now get on your knees and get the cum from my balls. don't swallow it. I want you to keep it in your mouth. understand?" my voice was that of a teacher carefully explaining a homework assignment to a rowdy bunch of eighth graders.
"yes sir" she moved to her knees quivering from the mix of excitement, pain, disgust at the floor, fear of exposure, and nerves. she took her hands and lowered his zipper to free his already turgid cock. it popped from its fabric prison and hit her in the nose causing a slight chuckle to escape his lips just as the head of his dick moved past her lips.


More in a little bit...

BDSM vs The Relationship

Not breaking any new ground here. Not writing any kind of thesis. Just venting on the fact that is very difficult to live in a relationship where the person you are with does not have the same desires that you do. It's not the meeting people that are into it. It's not even getting them to love you. It's finding someone that has a particular set of fetishes/desires that match yours. Short term it's easy to let infatuation or freshness take hold and move you past any real world difficulties but as time moves on and the normal struggles of every day life begin to encroach upon your play time it just gets more difficult. This is even more difficult when you genuinely fall in love with aspects of this partner but need...and I hope you understand that I what I mean when I say NEED...to have all aspects of your life fulfilled. You start to doubt yourself - asking yourself if bdsm is really that important to you. You probably start to jerk off too much. You get grouchy and start to treat that person in ways that you would not have thought you could. You grow cold without the warmth of someone that understands you and more importantly wants to make you happy. If you are a decent person you are doing what you can to please them. You are trying to make things equitable. You really want things to work out because you really love the person. But you start to feel unloved. You are convinced that the lack of play is a lack of love. And you get twisted by the fact that you know that if you love them you will accept them for what they have to offer and not what you want them to. But then it's all chicken and the egg because you have to ask yourself if they really love you wouldn't they try harder or at the least communicate what they do want. (this is of course assuming that the person was at least somewhat into/open to the lifestyle) and you don't want to let them go. Aside from opening a relationship or ending it just how do you reach a happy ground? Can you?

So how do you get people to check out your blog?

So I have this blog - and it's not necessarily for my friends to read. Not that there is anything damaging to them but my friends have to listen to me rant every day so this is not for them. Really this is so I can rant to all of you and promote myself. There I said it - I like people to look at my pictures. I like people to call me and ask me to take pictures of them. I like people to say nice things about them and sometimes I don't even mind when they tell me what they think might have been done to improve them. I also like to make money so I signed up for the adsense thing. So the real question is - how do you get people to come check out your blog without taking out a billboard that says "HEY CHECK OUT MY BLOG!!!" Not sure - any suggestions would be taken with great appreciation...
In the end I will say that (google hopefully is "crawling" these words now) I plan to include lots of sexy, nude, semi nude, photos of naked women dressed in leather, corsets, rope, tied tightly in shibari style bondage. Some of them will be redheads, some will be beautiful black women, some Asian cuties, and hopefully a Latina or two. Hope they crawled all that...also I'll be writing about Poker (i've been sucking lately so that's no fun to write about - bunch of final tables and then - bamph!!! the bubble) In any event - thanks for taking the time to read this...

Stark-Arts

Just what is the Stark-Arts?

At one time i was fortunate enough to have what I thought was a pretty cool name for my website - it was called Stillbound. That sounded like something that was what it was - artsy bondage shots. I liked it. I made cards. I told everyone about it. I told everyone my email as jc@stillbound.com etc, etc, etc. i made a mistake and didn't renew the name and - bamph!!! it was gone.
That brings us to Stark-Arts.com which is my new (coming soon I promise) site showing my work. The name seems to encompass my style which many people say is too contrasty but that's the way I like it - my writing style is also when I'm top of my game (not now as you can see) kind of bare bones...not flowery but direct and according to some - hot. (wait for samples in the future)
In any event I appreciate you reading this if you are - and if you're not, well fuck you!!! Lol
see you soon in the world of the stark-arts I hope...
JC

Stark-Arts (for now)

Photo Per Day - not neccessarily shooting one per day...

Just in case you wonder what a certain picture has to do with a certain post - sometimes it will have everything to do with it...sometimes less than nothing. Just me sharing an image I took.
thanks
JC

Poker, Bondage, Jewish Holidays

So today is a short day at work due to the fact that today and the next two days are Jewish Holidays and my company is an orthodox Jewish company. I live near a large Jewish community but had never worked for a company that followed the holy days this closely. So I go into work today for 4 hours and then I'm off for two - I have booked one day to shoot a beautiful model that I haven't had a chance to shoot before and hopefully on the other day I'll be driving to AC to attack the Borgata poker room and maybe get a chance to do some shooting down there as well - I am aching to do some boardwalk (under it maybe) bondage and get some shots with people not that far away. Later this week my birthday comes up and I'm off for Thursday, Friday, And Saturday as well (Thursday being my day off - Friday I took off - not bad working only one day in the week and getting paid for it all) when I know I'll be in AC.
I feel almost dirty taking advantage of the holidays to engage in "vice" but the key word is almost. On the other hand it feels sort of like "senior cut day" where we all took off to do something fun without repercussion while the rest of the world worked/studied etc...
As always if you or someone you know would enjoy posing have them get in touch - talk to you soon

here we go...

I live in Brooklyn (guess what station) and shoot in Brooklyn and work most of the time in Brooklyn. I shoot fetish portraits specializing in Japanese style rope bondage generally known as Shibari. In addition I sell T-shirts at NYTease
and cameras at the biggest camera store in the world. I shoot the occasional wedding but mostly I shoot women of all shapes and sizes in various states of undress preferably with some amount of hemp rope strewn over their body - usually tightly. I try not to shoot what most people would consider "porn" though I'm guessing many would anyway. I have shot porn and will probably shoot porn again but that has little to do with my "artsy" stuff...

In any event - (this is all free stuff I'm sending you to - just my portfolio which aside from naked girls includes (not together) animals, travel, weddings, etc...some come by and say hi!

Stark-Arts (for now - the real site will be up soon - always free though....)