Being Alice's safety girl I get to see him bound to the bed, with fishnet stockings and heels.

Safety Girl For Alice

Being Alice's safety girl I get to see him bound to the bed, with fishnet stockings and heels.

I’m so excited to share this picture. Like, properly delighted. It’s been such a long time since Alice has been able to play and I was fully expecting him not to need a safety girl again. But he’s doing well and his mischief making moments have returned.

I remember the first time he shared his love of self bondage with me.

Being shocked when he told me that he just did what he did, no regular back up for safety. I wonder whether that is my own paranoia over safety, or if it is something I, as a girl, am naturally more prone to considering. Either way, he received a request to ask me to spot him if/when he’s looking to explore self bondage. You can read this post for more on my thoughts about Safety Calls.

Our friendship was great before that, but once he started asking it truly blossomed.

I’ve been really lucky to be able to tie him, be mean to him and, generally, just support him in his kinks. And enjoy his company when he’s dressed.

When I got a call a couple of weeks ago I was pleased to hear he was planning some inescapable bondage. I was free the following day, to ensure he got out safely, and gave him a window of time I could attend to release him.

He likes to know his safety girl is coming, but is always happier not knowing exactly when.

I knew what he had planned but didn’t know how he would be when I arrived. I was over the moon to find him in fishnets stockings, heels and a corset. Also, I noted his breasts looked perkier, fuller perhaps. And that he looked healthier than I’ve seen him in a very long time. He’d lost the final set of handcuffs down the head of the bed so I retrieved them, used the to attach his right wrist to the frame then went to potter around for a bit. Took some pictures, had a drink of water, took some more pictures and gently chastised him for being so careless with his last set of handcuffs.

Before long I had to be on my way, was it for the school run? I can’t quite recall.

Once he was released I watched him get to his feet, checked he wasn’t wobbly and then said my farewells. Over the moon that he asked for my help, and that I was able to give it.

Thinking about my theme for this month, what does this picture tell me about me? What non-visible thing about myself can I take away from Alice’s locked, stocking clad, leg? Trust? Well, yes. I think I am about ready to believe that people trust me. But actually I think the question is more like: why does Alice trust me to be his safety girl? He literally puts his life in my hands.

I think the answer to that is that I am reliable. If I say I’m going to do something I do. Or I clearly communicate well in advance that my situation has changed. And on top of that I manage my time quite strictly, meaning I don’t (often) over-commit, and so I don’t have to change plans last minute.

February Photo Fest 2023

Thank you for joining me for February PhotoFest 2023. This is my fourth time joining the month long celebration of erotic and sensual photography. If you’re enjoying it please do go and check out the previous years: 2019 was an incomplete month. I skipped 2020 due to not blogging at the time but 2021 was a joy to plan and complete, in spite of lockdowns. 2022 was a little more relaxed behind the scenes, but jam packed with pictures and memories I love.

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