Punishing Christina……
September 28, 2009 on 9:54 pm | In Christina's Journal | No CommentsI wanted to share with everyone this beautiful, erotic fantasy sent to me the other day…
I say fantasy…because this is one of my “BIG” ones..
I hope you love it as much as I do….
Punishing Christina
She stands there in the room as if she had nothing wrong by blowing me off last week. She looks around at the pictures with that bitch-sure attitude that she thinks makes her sexy. In fact it only makes me want to slap her every time I see her. She doesn’t know I’m watching on my monitor, the cameras hidden in the frames of the images at which she gazes through her black framed rimless glasses. Her brown hair is pulled back a little too starkly, but it exposes her soft tanned neck. I have the room slightly cool, and I can see her nipples hardening behind the white satin blouse that shows the cleavage that I have admired so often. Her ass is hugged in that tight pencil skirt that stops just above her knees. The five inch open toed heels shape her feet and calves so prettily. As usual she is not wearing any nylons or stockings so her skin has that just waxed shine.
Last week she had promised to attend the event with me. I laid out the money for the tickets, had the car prepped and was ready for a night of dazzling her. Instead as I pulled up I watched her prance off with another girl. Maybe one day I’ll find that one and punish her, too. But tonight, this one is mine to make pay. Trying to keep the wicked grin from my face I stand up, brush my pants straight and walk out into the hall. I know she can hear my footfalls as I approach the foyer. I hear her heels click on the cold tile floor as she adjusts. I know the stance she will assume, she’s used it almost every time we have met. She thinks it looks nonchalant, but it only comes off as a stuck up bitch. I think it’s time to change that. Plastering a smile on my face I step into the cool room.
‘Hi there, glad you decided to come to dinner. Sorry I was busy when you got here, didn’t mean to make you wait.”
The cold smile on her face is so fake Dahli could have painted it on, “Well, I know you are busy, and you do have such pretty art here to keep one busy.”
“Thank you. I do love to collect pretty things.”
I put my hand on her lower back and direct her toward the door across from the one I used coming in. The hall is dimly lit, but spots of light form circles on the floor and around the square frames on the wall. The first few canvases are typical art, scenics, americana picnics, and the like. Then a more graphic one appears. A woman in the nude, ropes draped across her body in repose on a couch. She falters in her steps as her eyes rest on it. But my hand pushes gently on her back leading her further down the hall. The next art is a photo, black and white of a female body, face covered in a hood, bound to a x frame, exposed. Her eyes lock on it, but this time her tongue licks her lips.
I knew it. I knew her arrogance and cattiness was simply a front. That she was scared to let a person see that deep inside she wanted what she was about to feel. The smile on my face was real now. I pressed a little more strongly on her back to push her deeper into the house. She has not yet noticed that there is only one door at the end of this long hallway. Each picture on the wall becomes more and more graphic. A woman getting spanked, one getting caned, one being used by several men at the same time. The last is a woman, nude, with marks on her skin, chains leading from the wall to the rigid cuffs on her wrists and ankles and the collar around her neck. Her eyes drink in the image. Her nipples are rigid, and it’s not even cold here. I swear I can smell the hint of arousal from between her legs. Her breath rises slowly as her arousal betrays her body.
My hand rests on her back, the other reaches out and turns the knob of the door. The heavy wooden door swings open on silent hinges. I guide her through the door, the dim light making it hard for her to see what is in store. The door swings as silently closed as it opened. What she can’t see is that there is no handle on this side. Only I know where the specially hidden catch is. My hand waves at the wall and the lights gently brighten. The room is filled with various pieces of bondage furniture, each highlighted by a shining light.
The panic hits her fast. She pulls away from my hand with a start and her hands fly to her face. Her words won’t form as her mind starts to try to protest what her body is craving. I stand quiet and strong, watching her face as her eyes take in every inch of the room. Her eyes rest longest on the spanking bench with the straps that will soon encircle her body.
I step up to her and make her meet my gaze. I keep my demeanor calm. She doesn’t even try to look away.
“You have been a bad girl.” No yelling just a quiet strong voice. ”You tease men, you taunt them and flaunt your body. You make promises to make us think we mean something then you break them.”
“I, uh, no… I,…”
“Did I ask your thoughts? Just shut up and listen. You pretend you like being in control,” My hand moves from her chin to her hair. ”But you don’t. You actually like to be controlled.”
My hand pulls her hair, puling her head back exposing her neck to me. I hear the whimper. I see her body tremble, but she doesn’t argue. I knew this would be fun. She has been waiting for someone to do this. I lean in and kiss her lips. Her kiss back is animal, it’s raw, it’s begging for more.
“Let me tell you what is going to happen. You will call me ‘Sir’, you will obey me, and I will have my way with you. You will be played with, made to please and when I am done I will allow you to decide if you want to stay here or go home. Do you understand?”
A nod of her head. A quick slap to her face. ”What?”
“Y…ye….yes Sir”
A smile on my face, “very good, bitch. Oh I forgot, for now you have no name. You will be my bitch, my toy, what ever I want to call you. Got it?”
“Y.. yes”.
“What?”
“YES, SIR”
I drag her to the center of the room. The lights react to the movement they dim around the edge but shine brightly on the spanking bench. My hands start to tear her clothing. She is overwhelmed buy it and doesn’t resist. Soon her satin blouse is on the floor in shreds. Her skirt is torn and dropped by her feet. She stands before me in a bra and a thong, her skin glistening in the bright light from the slight perspiration of fear that has formed. I pull the bra up and off of her full big nippled tits. I love the image of them bouncing as they fall from the confines of the lacy cloth. I reach down and start to pull the thong up and deep into her ass and cunt. I pull as she starts to tear up from the pain and the humiliation of being stripped. The lace starts to tear with an audible sound and then gives away to the pressure. She rocks back and almost falls as the fabric is wrenched away from her body. Only my hand grabbing her by the neck prevents it. I leave her heels on her lovely feet. It is my house, my rules, right?
Instinctively she moves her hands to cover her sexy breasts and smoothly shaved pussy. A crop appears in my hand and I snap her hands, “No, you never hide your body from me or anyone I allow to see you!”
“sorry… sorry, Sir” Her eyes dart furtively around the room she can see glimpses now of more and more. Things she only had ever seen on those webpages she visited. Then they rest back on my face.
“I must punish you, Christina. You have teased me and stood me up too many times. Last week was just the last straw. You have been a bad little slut.” The word makes her eyes widen. It was said so calmly, no even naturally, that it seemed almost normal, both for me to say and for her to hear. Only soft whimpers are my reply. ”You know you want someone to make you pay don’t you?”
“I, am scared, Sir. I don’t mean to be a slut or a tease. I can’t help it.” Tears form in her eyes. ”Sir, please make me be better person.”
I pull her to the spanking bench. The light shines on it intensely. I help her mount it. The main beam supports her beautiful body. Her shins rest on the lower supports which keep her thighs pulled tight and angled slightly toward her head. Her forarms rest on supports that are slightly higher. I move around the bench, cinching straps around her limbs, then over her lower back and then her upper back. The position leaves her ass exposed and her pussy open and vulnerable.
I step aside and remove my sport coat, setting it on a nearby frame. I roll up my white shirt sleeves. Now ready, and keeping my lust in check, I step beside the bench. One hand rests on her lower back, the other on the curve of her ass cheek.
“When I am done you will be in tears, you will be ready to beg for forgiveness and will be promising to be a better girl. We will see if that’s enough. Now, you will count each stroke as commanded. And you will thank me each time I take a break. Do you understand, slut?”
A tear filled voice replies, “Yes, Sir, Thank you Sir”
“Count these hand strokes, bitch” The hand raises and falls landing on her tight ass. I love the pinkness that already shows with this one strike.
“One”, she calls out in a breaking voice.
Fall after fall, each one getting a little more harsh till her ass very red and the count is one hundred, fifty on each ass cheek. The tears are flowing. I hear her say, “Thank you, Sir for punishing me.”
“Oh, little slut, I am not done, we just got started.” A sharp cry escapes her lips, “What, did you think I was foolish enough to think that you had never been spanked before? I know more about you than you think.”
I step away and come back with a small brown paddle. It’s not that big but it’s thick. ”Okay, start again at one, bitch, and if you mess up from here on we start that level over again.”
This paddle stings, it brings cries and gasps with each blow. It also is great for getting the blood to flow to the surface. I use it one hundred times again, fifty each. To her credit she doesn’t falter in her count. But her cries and tears are deeper and more sincere. I follow that paddle with another, bigger one. Made of bamboo flooring, and the size of a small sword, it has a great thud/sting combination and is the kind of blow that she will feel from her ass to her head. The tears really flow, her ass is turning a nice deep red now. It is hot to the touch and tender by her reactions. A few extra stingy strikes and she almost loses count twice but recovers.
As I spank I do notice that the pussy just below my paddles is getting more and more flush, it’s spreading itself to her gyrations. I can see the glistening of wetness as the juices are flowing out with more and more ease with each spank.
I step away once again and come back with what I know will break this girl. It is a ratan loop. with each stripe it will leave two unmistakable lines of marks, each blazing a line of fire to her brain.
“Okay, slut, start counting now.”
The first strike lands on the back of her left thigh. The lines are instantly seared into her flesh. I pull back and wait for the count of three. The only sounds reaching my ears are the sobs and gasps as her body processes the pain.
“Well, that one didn’t count then did it? You forgot to count it, so I’ll start again now.”
“No, wo… wo… wo…One, Sir, Please”
“Too late slut.” The next strike falls against her right thigh. A cry of pain escapes her lips.
“One, Sir” she barely eeks out between her sobs and whimpers.
“good, slut” The next one falls back on her left thigh. A cry, a count. The sobs starting to rack her body. She maintains the count till the tenth one. With a loud cry she realizes she forgot to count when I don’t strike the next one.
“Sir, please, please, please, I am so sorry! Please!”, sobs the beautiful girl in front of me. Her mascara streaks her pretty face. Drool dribbles down her chin and pools under her on the padded bench. But also her pussy is now oozing wetness. I resist still touching it. I just know I’ll not finish this if I do.
“Start over, slut” is all I say. Over and over the loop leaves it’s trail on her body. The back of her thighs and ass are soon covered with painful fiery stripes. The rattan biting every time it lands. Every blow brings a sob, a tremble and a count. She carefully gets to twenty five. I pause. Fear grips her.
“Sir, I counted, didn’t I?” her voice wails, cracking in fear and pain. I don’t reply. She starts to sob, and plead and beg, she is begging for me to forgive her for all she did. She is begging me to stop. Begging me to believe her. Tears flood down her face, sobs rack her body. She is begging to please me to do anything I want. She is telling me what a slut she is. What a mean bitch and how she needs someone to keep her in line.
She can’t see my smile I have on my face. I lay down the loop and walk to the front of the bench. I squat down and look in her eyes.
“Okay slut, prove it.” I stand up, open my fly and pull out my cock. She hungrily takes it in her mouth. She sucks and licks and flicks. She gags on it and I smile. I love when they gag for me. She takes it all, she seems to relish my face fucking. I pull out and move to the back. I put my cock against her wet, dripping pussy. Oh it feels better than I ever thought. I am use it roughly and I love the sounds she makes as I plow into her bound body. Soon I am ready. I pull back out, walk to the front, grab her hair and take her mouth. Just as I am ready I pull out and spray all over her face. Then wipe my cock in her hair.
I sit down on a near by chair and rest. I watch as the cum drips down her face. The tears continue, but they are different. They are tears of surrender. I smile. Rising I move over to the bench and start to unstrap her. When I am done I help her to her feet. Then lay her down on a cot. She drifts to a soft doze.
In the monitor room I watch again. She stirs. She winces as her thighs and ass rub on the raw canvas of the cot. Suddenly she sits up fast. The door is open. Next to it on a table is a folded set of clothes. She stands up and moves to them. Reaching the door she looks around the room. The only lit areas are the cot, the door and an area of the wall opposite her. She pauses. She looks. She bites her bottom lip. Her hand trembles. She glances down the hall. Then back at the wall. Her body straightens, she walks to the brightly lit area. A few movements later she glances once more down the hall. Her eyes rest on that last photo. She smiles as she looks down at the cuffs and chains that now hold her captive to the wall. Only her neck is bare, but it won’t be for long as I get up and start to walk down the hall.
DomD
So what did you think?? Are you hard as a rock right now? I was dripping wet after reading this….now only to make it come true….hhhmmm… I see a video of this in the future ;)
love,
Christina
Devotion…………..
September 27, 2009 on 11:58 pm | In Christina's Journal | No Comments Devotion…..
If you have been following my tweets or maybe checking out my myspace, you know that I have been feeling a bit under the weather. Truthfully… I feel like crap.
The DC shoot was canceled saturday due to Kobe Lee being sick (thank god…because I was just going to rally for her..lol)…so I spent that day in bed….. watching Law & Order Criminal Intent :)
Today…even though I felt and still feel yucky… I got my silly ass out of bed..put on my makeup…and stripped naked….outside….FOR YOU!!!
Now that’s DEVOTION (as I just sneezed..lol)….you won’t be able to tell I am sick (I hope).
Also found today that there are so many other things you can do with a cross…then wear it around your neck…… I did a halloween set.:)…I am guessing most will love it, and the rest…will tell me they will see me in hell..lol.
In all seriousness… It was very arousing to be naked in the wilderness, my body totally exposed…mmm…the only thing missing was someone to have there way with me…hhhmmm..haven’t done that since…high school….lol
Why is that? Is it because after you get your own place…you just don’t have to? Maybe a comfort thing? Is the bed just more comfortable? I still like to be bent over the arm of the couch…..or my pussy eaten right off the table…mmmmm…..feast on me;)…is that so wrong? Not all the time of course…but every once and a while a women needs that.
Speaking of high school…
Last night as I was doing what I said I wasn’t going to…returning emails…and my phone rang. It was a boyfriend from high school, the one who took my virginity. I answered the phone to here….”Chris”(I hate when people call me that)…”Yes” I said.
The bitch is moving out, he says..
“Um…. by the bitch…are you referring to a girlfriend” I asked..
which to he replied…”yes, and I need a favor from you.”
ARE YOU READY FOR WHAT THE FAVOR IS??
So I bit…”what is it?”
he says…” I need you to come to w****rt with me, where she works…and we are going to buy condoms and go through her lane and pay for them”
“NO WAY” I said… and he says to me..”well we aren’t going to have SEX…just buy them.” LOL
I was shocked.
I thought…REALLY?? How freaking old are we??? People are still doing things like this??? Come on…lol
So I tried to explain to him that what really pisses a woman off is if you do nothing at all. But no, he said she was doing that to him…and that’s why he was so made.
See it works…lol…even the other way around.
I told him there is no way I would ever do this for him, and that I would rethink this if I were him…see…this is how guys get stabbed, or run over..maybe even there dicks cut off…and then they say.. “I don’t know why that bitch is so fucking crazy!!”
Let me tell you from experience…..
Most women that are crazy like that…..are that way because of a man.
Yes… I have seen it the other way too…so don’t go all crazy on me over that statement :)…
Back to trying to catch up on emails :)…..
Can’t wait to start live chats…should eliminate a lot of these emails…wouldn’t you like to just say it to me???
Love you!!!
Christina
You give me a wetty……
September 25, 2009 on 11:20 pm | In Christina's Journal | 1 CommentYou give me a wetty!!!
That is my favorite line this week….yes, thank you Meagan Fox for saying it in “Jennifer’s Body”….the movie is not one that I would buy to keep at home….but…
Meagan definitely gave me a wetty….lol
Even funnier…
the male friend I was with….totally plutonic…got very uncomfortable during the girl/girl kissing scene…..and I was getting all hot and bothered…as I felt my own lips part… he says..”do you wanna just leave? Do you think this movie is just going to get worse?”…..lol… of course I said no to that.;)
Okay, so I can’t stay up much longer… I have to leave my house at 5AM to get to the airport for a shoot in DC tomorrow.
I am shooting with Kobe Lee, a little girl/girl……pantyhose/foot fetish…yum.
I am trying to conserve energy…feeling a little run down today. I only did 15 minutes on the elliptical machine and started getting over heated…uuuggghh… so there won’t be any emails getting answered this evening, sorry, but I do hope you understand :)
Kisses…
I love you…
Christina
To my inner dirty girl……
September 24, 2009 on 11:18 pm | In Christina's Journal | 2 Comments
I had a conversation today about how I am just not being my dirty naughty little self in my new video’s and Pictures these days.
I thought WTF…it’s true…I have gotten away from letting go… I have jumped back in the box and done what everyone else wants me to do.
Well, I am done. I want to do what “I want to do” from now on. What does that mean??
I want bondage…lots of nude bondage…tight…dildos, fondling, spanking, fingering….lots and lots of other dirty girls…to play with ;0…. I want tough doms to tell me what to do. Suspensions, erotic positions, Orgasms out the ass…..and everything done beautifully… lighting…. video. Let me tell you…as a model…now becoming a producer…you can’t just give anyone that video camera and say..”film this”…lol…I have done this..and you will see the results..lol..it’s quite funny if I do say so myself.
OKAY, it has been a learning experience these past few weeks…
stick with me… It’s all falling together..slowly, but surely.
I am reading “Beauty’s punishment” right now…do you know of it? I want the kind of lust that’s in that book. It’s an Anne Rice Book…it’s …well.. “An erotic novel of discipline, love, and surrender for the enjoyment of men and women”…lol that ’s what it says on the back of the book…and is it ever. I am in love with these books ;)!!
I want a combination of Jay Edward, dominic Wolfe, Jim Weathers…a smidge of JBroper..a dash of my great glam photographers..and a huge portion of ME….now if I can find one great photographer/rigger that can make that dream come true.. I will hire and keep him forever. Does he/she exist? I don’t know…but I will search till I find one.
OK… Back to returning emails…and just a heads up…if I don’t return one right away…that’s because I am drowning in them…lol…. Patience….is something I try to find these days :).
All in all…here I go…I am getting back to my inner dirty girl….
I love you!!
Love,
Christina
ps….not to worry, I am sure to throw in other little fetishes I adore..like tickling, foot, messy, wrestling…stuff like that :)
Dirty Little Secret…..
September 23, 2009 on 10:55 pm | In Christina's Journal | No CommentsGood evening!!!
I am finally home from my trip to California, I am exhausted and trying to catch up with everything. Emails, Yahoo groups, myspace,fetlife, the list goes on and on.
Figured out what I need, and it is not an assistant at all…it’s a house wife..or husband :). I have to personally do all my bookings and emails, but not my laundry…or my cleaning…I’m sure I would be good with someone else cooking…if it’s healthy..lol..
I have had my fill of sushi and any other restaurant food at this moment… I mean really, I can’t continue to go out every night to eat..lol… I feel like a little DIVA. You wouldn’t know by the way I was living the last week and a half that I was actually raised to be a wife and a mother…lol…not a model. Yes, that’s right…little miss Christina was a member of the “FHA” in High school. That’s “Future Homemakers of America”,..lol… I took 4 years of cooking, sewing, and child care classes. I can cook anything you would like (but I choose to cook very healthy these days)…I can make my own clothes(but love to shop)…and I am great with children, and could open up a daycare if I really wanted. Please pick your jaw up off the floor…lol…I know you wouldn’t have guessed it…but it’s true.
Hope that only makes me hotter and doesn’t ruin anyone’s fantasy of me…lol.
Besides, you kinda get used to everyone thinking that you can’t do anything like that because of the way you look..lol…it’s my own dirty little secret.
Speaking of dirty and little…..
I shot a video this weekend for the site… starring Me, Danielle Trixie, and Diana Knight… one of us gets tortured and humiliated… and it’s not me!!! lol
Here is something that will blow your mind………
I found out Sunday that a old friend/photographer of mine whom I thought was dead , received an email saying this last year…is infact still alive. Shocked? I was. I feel like I am living in a soap opera.
An email I loved receiving this week: (it’s from my mama…yes….I am a mama’s girl!!)
This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror where one could read it every day.
You may not realize it,
but it’s 100% true.
1.There are at least two people in this world
that you would die for.
2.. At least 15 people in this world
love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you
is because they want to
be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone,
even if they don’t
like you.
5.Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you
before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don’t even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever,
something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you
take another look.
11.Always remember the compliments you received.
Forget about the rude remarks
And
always remember…..
when life hands you Lemons,
ask for
Tequila and Salt and call me over!
Happiness
keeps You Sweet,
Trials
keep You Strong,
Sorrows
keep You Human,
Failures
keeps You Humble,
Success
keeps You Glowing
Good night my loves!!
Love,
Christina
PS… If you are having any sort of problem in my site, please contact my webmaster, we are still working out kinks…like me…the deeper into it…the kinkier it gets ;)
Feeling so submissive…
September 18, 2009 on 10:56 pm | In Christina's Journal | No CommentsOne as she kneels patiently awaiting His Next direction she feels his power over her mind her body her heart.
The gift she offered was respectfully accepted.
All that she is now is his.
Her limits and boundries his to push and mold.
No misgivings no second thoughts her mind at peace tuned into no one but him.
His command finally spoken, surprised she raises her head to look at him as requested
she sees his smile He is pleased and pleasure is evident.
Her tasks complete he motions her to his side and strokes her hair gently.
No two.
Only One.
Hello everyone….
How did that make you feel? Me? So Submissive….amorous…..HOT….. lika a naughty little b*tch…….that’s how it made me feel……I long to be that woman right now…right at this second…mmmmmmmmm. What better to do on a Friday night….
Maybe end up over someone’s knee?? That would be heaven. my will being broken …to be taken…to give myself completely….aaahhhhh…
Wow>>>> I need a good spanking and to get laid…don’t you think??? lol
Maybe, just maybe…if I am good…I will get my way ;)
OK….LETS GET SERIOUS HERE..
first off, I had another great day shooting for DT wrestling…….
I wrestled 3 hot chics….of course I won…all 3 times…lol
1) Lisa Comshaw
2) Summer Cummings
AND
3)Kendra James ….my new O-Girl side kick :)
All three are amazing women, but I have to say..it was a honor to finally meet Summer. I have heard her name from the start of my career, but never had the chance to work nor meet her. I must say se is as nice as she is beautiful, love her.
I hope you don’t mind that this will be a short one tonight….I am exhausted…haven’t gotten much sleep lately.
I shot the beginning of the new O-Girl movie yesterday….I was there from 9am till 11pm….ggggeeezzzzz….but so worth every minute of it…lol.
The day before I played Lillith the Vampire for a new Paris Slayer episode.
I love that Woman….Paris Kennedy….she is one in a million.
AND……
Today, Three wresting matches….not metioning the shooting I was doing on Monday and Tuesday as well…lol…tomorrow, a well deserved day off.
……….And maybe some drinks with my fetish friends…lol…can’t sleep all day :)
good night for now my loves,
kisses,
Christina
On a serious note…what is your opinion?
September 16, 2009 on 2:08 pm | In Christina's Journal | 1 CommentHello everyone,
My project for tonight is going to be getting everyone’s emails replied to…..
and to get an answer to this question…..
How do fans react to people who cyber squat models names?? Do you go to those sites still, even if you do know it is really not that model’s site?
If someone is just using a models name to make themselves more money…to get traffic…to feel some sense of control over that model…
I personally think it is sick, I have had it done to me…and know a lot of models who have had it done to them….
How do you feel about it? If there is a bit of content of that model on that site….is it all the same to you…do you still buy??
For example…… my site is www.christinabound.com
I have nothing to do with christinacarter.com nor christinacaptured.com… yes, there are old sets of me on there…but now that you know its not me……would you still pay for these sites??? Even though they are people just using me to make money for themselves?
I want honest answers please….
no matter what they are.
To me it falls under the same category as stolen content that people would rather view for free….think about it….if you DON”T pay a little for what you want (maybe $20 a month, that’s not much if you think about it :)…and support the models you love…they soon will not be able to shoot….they will have to get other jobs to make money…you will lose your girls and we will lose the job that we love.
I know I lot of models that have lately picked up side jobs, I know it is the economy too…but next time you go on one of those free sites that steals content or gives out passwords…think about your favorite fetish model….keep her around..support them, please.
love christina
Effing Titty!!!
September 15, 2009 on 9:46 pm | In Christina's Journal | No CommentsHola Everybody!!
I have to say it is taking me some time to get myself back together after the weekend….
We had crazy Birthday celebrations going on here in LA. When the night starts out with a shot of Jager…goes to vodka…then to white wine…back to vodka…
well, lets just say…I spent sunday n the couch…not wanting to move, or breath for that matter.
We only had one little oops……someone ran through the screen door on the way in the house after jumping out of the hot tub…lol…and no..it wasn’t me, it was one of my well know bondage babes…lol..come on….I think we have all done it at least once in our lives….right? I know I have, in my case it was a sliding glass door…lol… in Cabo San Lucas…while shooting for kink.com….with about 14 people watching me do it. Yes, this was one of my most embarrassing moments.
Speaking of embarrassing moments ….
I ran to the grocery store to pick up some things for the shoot today and you wouldn’t believe what happened…
I was just minding my own business turning at the end of the isle…when I almost ran into some guy who was talking on his phone and not speaking a bit of english…I just nicely said “oops…sorry :)” , and went on my way..
Half way up the next isle the man is right next to me…begging to know my name..feeling my calve muscles…kissing my hands and saying that god carved me himself to make the perfect woman.
Now, I know some might think that because I am a model and in front of cameras all the time I might enjoy this……..not at all….I turned 5 shades of red!! I kept saying..”oh my god…please I have to finish my shopping…you are making me turn blush.”…… he went on and on….. I can tell you are a great woman(in his Italian accent)….I just have to stay with you for a few more minutes… he continued to show m all of his acting cards from different countries(like our SAG cards)…and how I can help him learn more english while he is here….
He stayed with me even till the register ……walked me to my car….
It gets better……
we put my things in the car and he says…how heavy are you? I just gave him this strange look and said “134 why?”
He picked me up in his arms, like a fairy tale……and was spinning with me!!!!
I swear I thought maybe I was on some kind of candid camera shows……but it wasn’t.
As flattered as I was….I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.
Can you imagine what the spectators in the parking lot were thinking!!???? OMG!!!! LOL!!!!!
Seriously, he was a really nice guy………someone forgot to mention to him that he was not in Europe, and american women are not at all used to this kind of treatment…..ok,close…lol…but not that extreme.
Only in LA…..ONLY…in LA…lol
Shooting wise this week:
I shot with Tori Sinclair yesterday..cat fights and then boxing. We were all bloody by the end of the shoot…and I am not sure if I want to attach a picture to tis blog for you or not…depends…how many people want to see it?? If I get any “I do” emails….I will put it up.
Today, instead of shooting exclusive content for my site with Jim Weathers (poor jim had some dental work done yesterday :(..)….I shot a hot downloadable wrestling/ cat fight with Cali Logan….mmmmm…have you seen this chic?? effing gorgeous !! I am pretty sure that I will not only have the pictures, but also the video on www.christinabound.com ….
My favorite expression this week:
“TItty”…….as in …”My shoot with Cali was effing titty”……..you know, cool….awesome…bitchin
My favorite jokes this week:
#1
One pussy lip says to the other……
Why can’t we be tight like we used to be?
The other one says,
because you always let some dick cum between us!
#2
Married man comes home with 6 kittens,
wife says…what are those for?
He says…they’re the pallbearers
for the dead one in your panties.
Got to go cause more havoc ..:)
love you!!!
Christina
I’ll change your channel…
September 5, 2009 on 12:15 pm | In Christina's Journal | No CommentsHello my loves!!
My weekend was a blast; I don’t remember all of it but when you can’t get out of bed all of Sunday and you reach into your purse and find a direct TV remote control but can’t figure out whom it belongs to or why it’s there. Well, that’s when you know you had way too much fun. ;)
It’s not that I go out and do this all the time either. I rarely go out. I was celebrating my court case win with my lawyer. No, it had nothing to do with my old site. It was much more important. Someone was trying to take away the most important thing in my life and used my work against me to do this. I am sure by that comment you may be able to guess. Thank God that’s over!!! Sometimes the system does work.
I had someone ask me a question the other day on my yahoo group. He asked “What are you thinking when you get tied up?”
hhhmmmm….. Getting tied up is very sexual to me. It does turn me on but only if it’s done right, which most of the time in my business it is. :) I love to give up the control that I usually have in my normal life. In fact, one of my closest friends asked me a few weeks ago if I was a Dom or a Sub when I am shooting. When I said sub he started laughing hysterically. He said, “Are you kidding me?” You are not at all a sub personality ever when you are around me.” Guess he just doesn’t understand this kind of kink. I love to give up my power and have someone force me to do dirty things. That’s what really makes me hot. ;).
What’s on my favorites list this week…
“The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty” By: Anne Rice
If you haven’t read them, do it, they are so hot!!! I can’t stop reading them. They’re so erotic. Special thanks to Fayth on fire for introducing me to them.
Song: “Her Diamonds” Rob Thomas
Funny on twitter:
There is a Christina Carter from DC that says. “For the love this is not the porn star Christina Carter” LOL, Awe, I might feel bad, nope, maybe she should have used another name. LOL
Something that made me proud:
I did 240lbs on my leg extension at the gym today. I love challenging my body. I got mistaken today for one of the female body builders that compete in my area. That’s pretty cool right??
Bought some new clothes for shooting (since none of mine fit now :) ), I have to donate all my old work clothes to a needy model. LOL You have no idea how much money we spend on clothing, its nuts!!! I would love to chat more but it’s time for bed. I have to be up at 6:15am. Yuck!!!
I love you!!
Love,
Christina
PS… Did some masturbation & smoking fetish videos for the site… they are HOT!!! They will be put up in my members area over the next few weeks ;)
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