Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 19:10:27</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Studio_Entrance.jpg)<br><sub>Studio Entrance</sub><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/Studio_Desk.jpg)<br><sub>Studio Office</sub><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Studio_Setup.jpg)<br><sub>Studio Setup</sub><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Raw_Work_Area.jpg)<br><sub>Raw Work Area</sub></td><td>When one first enters Bastiaan Pranger's Studio they are greeted by the warm walls of gray that hold various photographs he's taken over his career.&nbsp; At the end of the hallway was a single photograph that dominated the entire passage and never changed.&nbsp; A Platinum framed photograph of himself holding a camera as if to take a picture of something.&nbsp; The sounds of Rachmaninov's compositions plays lightly in the air as one continues along the path leading to his desk, where he discusses with the customer or the model about coming shoots.&nbsp; He will also hold meetings with his assistant and models about any concerns that they have with photo shoots.&nbsp; The desk itself is simple in decoration with a few awards lining the edges.<br><br>From outside of the office is his primary studio set up with the latest equipment needed for all his needs.&nbsp; From a 35mm on a tripod to other lens and cameras waiting for use.&nbsp; On the other side of the main work area is his raw area, a blank slate for him to craft whatever background he feels in necessary for his vision, or that of the customer's.&nbsp; Plenty of windows line the walls of his raw work area to provide a flooding of natural light, and backdrops can be readily added to make use of all that light.&nbsp; This room in the studio can be used for everything he needs from Bondage photos all the way to some of the more extremes until he needs the use of the more Themed Studios.<br><br>Behind a faux wall screen lies the rest of his studio, the residential area.&nbsp; Here is his solitude from the world at large.&nbsp; His living room and kitchen are where he does most of his thinking and relaxing.&nbsp; He also spends time practicing his hand at being a chief, and is quite skilled at it.&nbsp; His bedroom is impeccably designed, much like the rest of his 'home', with a large king-sized bed in a European bed-frame.&nbsp; Here he also has many art books as well as novels that he reads in his spare time, from biographies to philosophy texts.&nbsp; Attached to the bedroom is, of course his spacious bathroom.&nbsp; At the center of which is his large bathtub to relax and let the worries of the day melt away as its powerful water jets massage and soothe.<br></td><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Living_Area.jpg)<br><sub>Living Area</sub><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4b/Studio_Bedroom.jpg)<br><sub>Studio Bedroom</sub><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Studio_Bath.jpg)<br><sub>Studio Bath</sub></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:48:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Looking for Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br>Alone in the elevator, Aline leaned against the cool metal walls and attempted to relax for a moment. She'd never been one for lazing about but ever since she started working on making Waxing Rhapsodic a success, she'd practically become a workaholic overnight. There just didn't seem to be enough hours in a day and sleep was a necessity that wasted precious time. <br><br>Looking back, Aline was lucky. She would have never made it this far herself, at least not intact and completely sane. Bastiaan had been one of the pillars that'd kept her on her feet instead of flailing on her back. Even so, the change she'd undergone was unmistakable. Her "professional face" nearly perfected with the downside of her sometimes forgetting to take it off. Distant.<br><br>The elevator dinged and its doors slid open to reveal the entrance of the seventh floor. The hallway's pictures always seemed to change from time to time, save for one. Stepping out, the delicate fluttering of piano keys greeted her along with the velvety strain of a violin. At the end of the hall, a familiar photo stared intently out at her. A soft smile lit her lips as her fingers brushed fondly against the frame. This one never changed, the only photograph in the studio that had its own set spot.<br><br>Besides the music playing in the background, all seemed quiet. Navigating past the hallway and office, past the studio and work area, the delicious scent of something wafted through the faux screen from the kitchen. Her stomach squeezed tight at the smell, a reminder that she hadn't eaten yet today. Gently pushing the 'wall' away, she gingerly stepped through and stood stationary for a moment to survey the room. Bastiaan wasn't in sight from what she could see. "Must be in his room then..." The words were soft, spoken to herself. Walking over to the cluster of chairs, she dropped the clipboard on the table and went to peek at what was cooking...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 06:36:05</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Stepping out from his bedroom to the kitchen...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Option03.jpg)</div></div><br>Deciding not to intrude on the activities he heard near Ingrid's studio he went back to his own.&nbsp; Taking toll of the things he knew he would need soon, extra film for the rare shots he did without digital cameras would be one of the things at the top of his mental list.&nbsp; He felt a bit peckish when he finished, deciding to make a small meal of peppers and lamb in a light olive oil.<br><br>As he left the peppers to simmer on the pan with the lamb to braise, he felt a desire to change into something a bit relaxing.&nbsp; Bastiaan didn't always want to wear suits, not when he wanted for comfort and had little on his list of things to do for the day.&nbsp; If he wasn't going to have an assignment, he'd at least relax for a bit, enjoy a meal and maybe a read through <em>Dante's Divine Comedy</em>.&nbsp; <em>It's been a few years since I've last read that one...</em> he mused to himself as he pulled the old copy from the shelf in his room.<br><br>With a tap of a button on the small remote control device to the stereo, he moved the music from Rachmaninov to Coltrane's saxophone playing lightly in the background.&nbsp; He stepped out into the kitchen and smiled at the sight.&nbsp; “Hello Aline, it's good to see you.”&nbsp; The tone he reserved for her and her alone came out to greet the woman, a soft friendly sound to the ear.&nbsp; “What brings you to my humble abode?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 05:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Chatting with Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br>Mmm...the lamb and peppers smelled soo goodd...As the lamb sizzled in the pan, peppers adding beautiful splotches of color on the side, Aline's stomach lurched again. Though her mind ignored her body's complaints, it was hard to do so with so tempting a dish right beneath her nose. <br><br><em>Hello Aline, it's good to see you. What brings you to my humble abode?</em><br><br>She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned almost guiltily to face him. Somewhat flustered from being caught off guard - who knew hunger would be able to faze her mind like that whilst in the face of deliciousness? - it was a few seconds before she had retained her usual cool demeanor...a last second attempt of hers to cover up the sudden surprise. Though this in itself was a mistake. To suddenly revert to her 'mask' instead of the usual casual warmth she showed him could not make her slip any more obvious. Realizing this, her cheeks warmed though no blush rose to the surface.<br><br>"Ah...it's nothing really. I just thought I spotted you in the gallery lobby earlier today?" It was at that very moment that her stomach decided enough was enough and let out a grumbling protest.<br><br>This time, Aline's cheeks flushed ever so lightly as she tried to look away nonchalantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:21:34</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Seeing a friendly face...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Option03.jpg)</div></div><br>He grinned at her again as she jumped; rare it was to catch her unaware.&nbsp; It was one of the things that made him realize she was a fantastic photographer in waiting that she was always noticing the slightest of things.<br><br>“Yes, I wa...” he stopped speaking as he heard her stomach growl.&nbsp; Laughing a bit louder he spoke again, “Yes, yes.&nbsp; I was just wanting to chat with you about a few things.&nbsp; Perhaps after we eat?&nbsp; There's more than enough for two.”&nbsp; He placed a warm hand on her shoulder, “Please, I insist.&nbsp; Let me finish this meal and you can tell me how dreadful it is.”<br><br>Shaking his head with a soft chuckle he put the book on the black granite top island and went back to the pan; adding a dash of paprika and some fresh garlic to round out the meal.&nbsp; “How are you doing, Aline?&nbsp; I haven't spoken with you in a while.”&nbsp; He flipped the slices of lamb over a nice deep brown burn appearing on the seared side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 17:29:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Chatting with Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br>"Well, only if you insist.." Aline could never quite tell if he was actually teasing her, or if he were trying to reassure her. Whichever it was, it helped to ease the embarrassment by being able to state her decision...even if there really wasn't much of a decision to make anyway.<br><br>Seated at the table, her cheeks were still lightly colored and a faint scowl was on her lips, almost a pout actually. Bastiaan seemed to have a knack of doing that, bringing out the child within that she worked so hard to suppress. Luckily, these rare expressions of hers were usually only seen while away from the prying eyes of the general public.<br><br>She waited until they were both seated and he had taken a bit before doing so herself, and act that was done out of sheer politeness and respect, nothing more. The first bite seemed to cause her hunger to finally rear up in full force as she realized it must have been a while since she'd last eaten. Lately she seemed to forget about meals in general unless suddenly reminded. Chewing slowly so she didn't try to inhale the plate, the beast eventually settled down to the occasional growl. "Nonsense, your meals are never dreadful. It's delicious as always." <br><br>Spearing a pepper and popping it into her mouth, she chewed on it thoughtfully as her mind searched for an answer. "I'm fine. The gallery seems to be on a nice start, though I'm hoping it'll last past the rush of a new 'Grand Opening' in the vicinity." She was careful with her words, not wanting her own doubts to seep in and cause worry. Aline was also careful to only mention the gallery and nothing more. "And you? Settling in nicely?" The smile was genuine, open and relaxed. Though she herself may not have realized, the woman was comforted in his presence, no need to worry about a slip that would later affect how others viewed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 18:20:31</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Chatting with a good friend...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Option03.jpg)</div></div><br>Bastiaan smiled and spoke briefly, “You are ever so kind.&nbsp; Enjoy.”&nbsp; He quickly took a small bite of the lamb and savored the flavor.&nbsp; Quietly the jazz saxophone played in the air as the two ate the small meal, “I'm sure it will, you have a fantastic niche that I don't see how it couldn't succeed.”<br><br>Taking a sip of some water he cleared his palette.&nbsp; Looking to Aline, “I am.&nbsp; You've gone to many great lengths to keep your artists happy.&nbsp; I look forward to the first big assignment of the start.”&nbsp; He smile was full of the confidence that he'd always had in his ability to produce at a professional level.<br><br>He chuckled softly at the sight of her laugh, always amazed that it could produce such an effect on him.&nbsp; “So tell me is something bothering you?”&nbsp; He reached across the small table and rested the tips of his fingers on the other's hand, “I know this has to be stressful for you, but you don't have to keep that mask on with me.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 00:17:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Chatting with Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br>His words comforted her. The constant worries of, <em>what if this turns out to be the biggest mistake in my life and is a huge bust?</em> along with, <em>what if no one takes me seriously because of my age?</em> seemed to slowly dissipate as he boosted her confidence. Something that, surprisingly, Aline had very little of. She could easily put up a brave front but when it came to self-esteem, she crumbled.<br><br><em>Oh no, I'm just fine really. Peachy even. Despite my office being turned into my new room and the kitchen stocked full of nutty energy bars and cup ramen.</em> The sarcasm dripping in her own mind almost made her cringe, but instead she answered with a reassuring, "I'm fine. Really." Her own hand lifted to rest gently on top of his, as if that simple action would somehow convince him he had nothing to worry about. <br><br>The darkening skies outside told her that it was getting late and Aline realized that she had stayed far longer than she had first intended. Before he could protest, she reached across and picked up his empty plate before stacking it on top of hers, utensils soon following and headed to the sink to clean up. "It's the least I can do after you let me share a meal so unexpectedly." As she washed, she remembered why she had dropped by in the first place. "By the way, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 01:45:19</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Enjoying the company...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Option03.jpg)</div></div><br>Offering her a tender-hearted smile he nodded and spoke, “Good, if you need anything you just ask.&nbsp; I've moved everything in that I cared to keep.&nbsp; All the important things,” he chuckled as he continued, “Oh, you don't need to do that...”&nbsp; he protested as she took the plates from his table.&nbsp; He didn't push, instead just let her do what she wanted.<br><br><em>Best to let her work through things...she doesn't need another father figure in her life, doting on her.&nbsp; She's a strong woman, Bastiaan.</em>&nbsp; He smiled and walked over to the kitchen and watched her finish cleaning the plates.&nbsp; “Oh, earlier?&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; I just needed a few things to round out my supplies.&nbsp; Some actual film, a rarity now in the digital era, yes?”<br><br>“But, that can all wait.&nbsp; I have enough for a few shoots, as long as I keep it under lock-and-key so none but myself get to it...”&nbsp; He grinned and continued speaking, “...I imagine you have a lot on your plate at the moment though.&nbsp; So, I thank you for taking the time to come by and see me.&nbsp; I think I might take a bit of time to go and acquaint myself with a few of the models to make sure I know what to call them...”&nbsp; He wasn't one prone to large smiles, but he shared one with his friend.&nbsp; “Do you need anything?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 05:32:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Chatting with Bastiaan...</em></span></div><br>As she set the cleaned dishes to the side and toweled off her hands, she turned to once again survey the room. It was slightly on the bare side but all the essentials were there. There was also no doubt that the place had been stylishly designed with a clean image in mind. Personally, she liked it. No clutter, but still enough of a personal touch that it was 'home'. Very similar to what she had hoped to achieve with her own studio and rooms...though at the moment her office was no where near a 'clean' and 'tidy' state. Just another thing on her to-dos list.<br><br>"Well, I'm sure it'll start getting crowded in here with time. If not with new furniture and decorations then I wouldn't be surprised to see plenty more pictures being hung up." There was definitely plenty of space on the mostly empty walls to fill, but that would be solely up to him in the end. <br><br>Her lips quirked to one side at the comment about film, there was no doubt that using a traditional film camera was starting to become a rarity with the modern age but even so. "Film? Is that all?" she replied jokingly, "I'm sure I can scrounge some up somewhere. If not within the studio then someone's bound to still be selling. Antique shops perhaps?" <br><br>Glancing out the windows, she noticed that it had gotten rather dark out. "Alright, I won't keep you any longer then." But now came the awkward part. Saying goodbye. There were so many ways to do so and each one held a different meaning. Should she hug him? Or was she too old for that now? Should she just shake his hand? Or would that come off as too formal? While she was pondering this, he asked if she needed anything. "Hm, no, I don't think so." The elevator dinged as it arrived at the floor. <br><br>About to step on, she paused at the edge of the doors. "Oh wait! Actually, just let me know what you think of them won't you? You know how I value your opinion." With that, she stepped into the metal box before the doors slid shut, but not before leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Not too childish, and not too formal. Just a 'good night'. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 08:34:22</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Saying goodnight...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Option03.jpg)</div></div><br>“Maybe, something calming about the lack of clutter though.&nbsp; Like there's less to deal with except the most important things in life.” <em> Besides I have the one picture that matters most...</em> He walked with her to the elevator doors.<br><br>He quirked his head to the side and looked her in the eye, “Aline...is that a crack at my age?&nbsp; Well, I will have to be sure to watch out for such witty repartee.” he said with a soft laugh.&nbsp; It was something he never really forgot with her; how young she was compared to himself.&nbsp; He was still a runway model when she wasn't even born.<br><br>“I'll give you a full report when I have talked to each of them.&nbsp; Should be interesting to say the least.”&nbsp; When she gave him the peck on the cheek he was suddenly at a loss for words.&nbsp; It was something he'd not really ever expected from Aline.&nbsp; Before he could say anything the doors had shut to the elevator and he was left wondering why?<br><br>Waiting for a moment he turned and decided to make an early night of it.&nbsp; He wanted to be fresh and ready for his assignment in the morning.&nbsp; <em>Hopefully the models I have will just keep it all in their pants, so to speak...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 20:07:27</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Waking up...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>The alarm rang off waking Bastiaan promptly at six in the morning.&nbsp; He reached over and tapped the off button as he stood up to make his bed.&nbsp; Afterwards he went to the kitchen, set up a pot of coffee, and continued his normal routine of isometrics exercise, shower, shave and dressing for the day.<br><br>He had seen the shoot planning and decided to get in a small amount of planning to think of his vision for the covershot..&nbsp; It had to contain as much of what the gallery could offer clients, intrigue their mind, and arouse their curiosity.&nbsp; It had to be perfect, it was too important to Aline and the studio to be anything less.<br><br>The roster of models assigned to him helped inspire his creative thoughts.&nbsp; He'd not worked with any of them, but he'd seen some of their work in the gallery at the lobby.&nbsp; Making a few notes on ideas he would present to the trio he sipped the cup of black liquid until he had finished his planning.&nbsp; <em>The twin of Colin.&nbsp; He's good enough, maybe better, should be up to the task.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling to himself he finished the cup and put it in the sink to clean later.&nbsp; Walking to the elevator he waited to hear the familiar ding.&nbsp; Entering the small metal box he hit the button for the third floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84378.msg3754865#msg3754865).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:29:58</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Weighing his Options...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>The music was playing low in the background as Bastiaan walked around his large open freespace.&nbsp; “Damn this weather...”&nbsp; He grumbled slightly as the rain came down.&nbsp; “Why today?&nbsp; Damn it all...just makes more work.&nbsp; Have to black out the windows.”&nbsp; He sighed heavily as he realized he would have to do that on his own as well as set up his gear.<br><br>“Maybe Brandon will have enough time to do that with me...”&nbsp; He shrugged and went around the room drawing the shades down.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before everyone would arrive and he would rather have had some of the work done while he waited.&nbsp; After the shades had been pulled and tied down he went to the kitchen sink to wipe some sweat from his brow and move to his office, waiting for their arrival.<br><br>The office was austere in appearance; much like everything in the studio.&nbsp; Bastiaan preferred things this way, clear of distractions and devoid of interference.&nbsp; He felt that the way his studio appeared reflected on his personal self and the man was anything but a professional in every way.&nbsp; He would only hope things would flow smoothly with this shoot, but the weather made him wonder if he was only wishfully thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:46:51</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Arriving at his scheduled time, Brandon walked off the elevator in Bastian Pranger's studio floor. As he exited the elevator he observed the fine work Bastian had done, his class and style evident in the man's technique that was proved flawless in his entryway display. Walking down the short hall to the picture of Bastian holding a camera, Brandon turned toward the office area and saw the man sitting at his desk, composing himself as he thought through the coming shoot.<br><br>"Good morning. Bastian, I am Brandon Frost. I'm new here and was assigned to assist you in today's shoot. Do you have a few moments so we can go over what it is I'll be needing to do today?" he asked the photographer as he introduced himself and shook his hand. As he looked around the man's serious surroundings he was struck by the ascetics of the well appointed room. He sat his small satchel down and took a seat in front of the man's desk, ready to get their day started.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 06:58:15</strong>
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				Daniel stood, waiting for the elevator to arrive.&nbsp; His arms were folded across his chest, and his foot tapped impatiently.&nbsp; Just then, twin models walked by, a pair of blondes in their early twenties, and he couldn't help but smile as they passed and check out the rearview as they departed.&nbsp; With a grin, his attention turned back to the elevator as it finally arrived.&nbsp; He stepped in, and pressed the button for the seventh floor.<br><br>When the doors opened again, he stepped out and he couldn't help the look of surprise that crossed his features at the sheer opulence of the long hallway.&nbsp; He let out a slight whistle, then began moving down the corridor toward Bastian's office.&nbsp; He stopped at the door and knocked a couple times before entering.<br><br>"I'm here for the shoot..." he said.&nbsp; "Daniel Hennessy? I'm not sure if you've seen my resume as of yet."
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				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:16:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ The meeting begins...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>Bastiaan stood as the man entered the office, the twins reputation preceded the man, “Ah, Mister Frost,” his voice sounded genuinely happy meeting the man and shook his hand firmly, “How excellent to meet you.&nbsp; Of course, we should have a few minutes to talk.&nbsp; Tell me, what's on your mind?”<br><br>Standing aside he spoke, “Please have a seat.&nbsp; I'm interested to hear what you have to say.”&nbsp; Bastiaan began to sit casually on his desk's edge as the other man entered the room.&nbsp; “Well, perfect timing actually Mister Hennessy.&nbsp; Rather serendipitous that you should arrive; the day is looking better already.”<br><br>“If you would allow me, Mister Frost, this is the model that I'd like to see you work your wonders on.”&nbsp; Bastiaan practically beamed to the pair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 07:16:44</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br>Brandon looked the man over and knew instantly what the perfect series of ties should include. Thinking through all he'd need and the time that would be required, he said, "Daniel, it will be a pleasure to work with you. I think I would like to do a double corset, one that surrounds both your torso, and another that would wrap your shaft and cradles your scrotum. The two will be connected, but separate ties. I hope you'll be ok with that?"<br><br>Looking to Bastiaan he added, "I will need two different thicknesses of rope. I can go ahead and see what you have on hand when we go back to your studio."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 09:07:22</strong>
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				<strong></strong><div align="center">Katherine Jones-On her way to her assignment</div>[/b]<br><br>Katherine stepped on the elevator and again she was hit with an overwhelming sense of confinement. She felt a little shiver run up her spine, but she tried her best to ignore it. Now was not the time for her to lose her wits. She breathed deeply until she exited the elevator on the seventh floor. Stepping out of the elevator she looked around curiously. Just before she had exited the changing and make up room on the third floor she had grabbed a black robe and tied it around her. <br><br>Katherine walked down the hall to Bastiaan's studio. As she searched for him she looked around the studio. It was big and had a modern feel to it. She liked it. Finally she noticed two other men with Bastiaan, the photographer that she had met earlier. She walked over to the small group. <br><br>"Hi, I'm ready for the shoot," she said with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 15:56:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - On her way to assignment</strong></div><br>Catherine walked out of the lift..proceeding with her usual slow, careless manner as she looked around for the studio she was supposed to be at. Bastiaan was his name. Apparently he had some very interesting idea for a shoot and her approached her alongwith couple of other models. She carried a small bag with her before moving in the changing room and quickly changing in a robe before marching towards his studio. She watched some other people and some more of her fellow models moving around.<br><br>Smiling lightly to herself, she walked in the studio. It seemed nice and spacious. Apparently some people hd already gathered up there. She could recognize the faces as she walked towards the bunch. "Hello there everybody. Hope everyone's as excited as I am for the whole thing? I hope you surprise me with something Bastiaan." She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:38:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Pleased things are going well...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>Standing up again, Bastiaan walked around his desk upon seeing the lovely Katherine Jones walking down the hallway.&nbsp; “Ms. Jones, I'm pleased to see you.&nbsp; Perfectly on time as well.&nbsp; If you haven't met them before, please allow me to introduce Mister Frost and Mister Hennessy.”&nbsp; He paused to allow both of the men to make their introductions more personal and went back behind his desk.<br><br>“Now, I'd like to quickly discuss a bit of the shot with the three of you.&nbsp; Whenever Ms. Sanders arrives I'll catch her up as well.&nbsp; Let's adjourn our discussion until we move to the actual shoot area, shall we?”&nbsp; He nodded to the trio as he took a favored light meter with him from his desk and lead the way to the raw work area.<br><br>He started to describe his idea for the shoot.&nbsp; How he envisioned a dark black and white series of photographs as well as a large wide angle shot of the group for the cover of the magazine.&nbsp; Before he got too far into the description of the shot, the last of the models arrived.&nbsp; “Ms. Sanders, I'm glad you are here.&nbsp; I was just about to explain the shot.&nbsp; I do hope you're ready to showcase your talents for the shoot.”<br><br>He smiled and continued “So I have this concept for the group shot.&nbsp; The three of you, on slightly raised platforms.&nbsp; With Daniel here proudly displaying Mister Frost's skilled work.&nbsp; The two of you, Ms. Sanders and Ms. Jones, in a wonderful display of dominance and submission.&nbsp; Perhaps if either of you,” he said to the women, “have any interesting ideas to add to your roles?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 16:35:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>Catherine smiled softly at mention of display of dominance and submission. "Sounds about just perfect. I'm looking forward to working with all you guys. As for the suggestion, hm..maybe incorporate some good ol' androgyny in the shoots? Afterall..as you might be knowing that's pretty much my speciality!" She chuckled as she said the last few words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 17:39:53</strong>
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				Thinking over what Bastiaan had shared of his creative ideas, Brandon thought through a few of his own. "I could have multiple leads attached to the torso corset, and a single lead going up from the cock/ball tie. It might be rather evocative to show the androgynous Mistress with dual control over the male submissive, and each of the ladies holding one of his upper torso leads, as if they all share control over him," Brandon shared. <br><br>He began to think of multiple loops he could tie into the back of the upper ties, and the way he'd make it tie into cock/ball tie as well.&nbsp; "Do you have the different ropes I'll need, or shall I go collect my own supplies?" Brandon asked so that he could begin to prepare his tools for his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:31:50</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ To the gathered group...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>Bastiaan nodded towards Catherine and said, “Quiet right, Ms. Sanders.&nbsp; I was hoping that you might be able to find a way to add that to the shoot.&nbsp; If there's nothing I have in my dressing room then feel free to go and get whatever it is you need.&nbsp; I do have a nice leather vest and matching chaps back there if you find those of interest...”<br><br><div style="text-align: left;">Daniel Hennessy ~ Speaking to Brandon in hushed tones...</div><br>“Uhm, so what are you going to do to me exactly?&nbsp; I'm a bit new to the whole...rope thing...and you're gonna tie my what?”&nbsp; Daniel had a nervous grin on his face at the prospect of what he'd heard.&nbsp; He'd do what needed to be done to get the shot done but still...<em>At least these two holding the leads might not be fun...</em> he thought to himself, enjoying the idea.<br><br>“Don't get me wrong, I'm totally up for it.&nbsp; Just like to know what my balls are gonna get into, you know?”<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ To Brandon...</div><br>“Yes, I am a bit ill-equipped for a full on Shibari spread.&nbsp; Take what you need and what you don't have please bring along.&nbsp; I'll try to get some of the backdrops set up and set the ground work for the studio itself.” Bastiaan seemed to be a bit more excited at the prospect of things coming together so well.<br><br>Turning to both of the ladies, “If there is anything you two would like to work out with each other feel free to take the time while I do the set up to do just that.&nbsp; And now, if you all will excuse me, I have a bit of work ahead of me before we can get everything done and squared away.”&nbsp; He gave them a curt little nod of the head and walked over to his store room and began taking a mental list of the things he would need to pull out from storage and use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:58:03</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br>Pulling out his iPad, Brandon pulled up some examples of his more recent work at BDSM shows and located the picture he thought was a good representation of what he envisioned for Daniel. The cock/ball wrap (http://www.twistedmonk.com/blog/twistedmonk_ropecock.jpg) was rather a beautiful piece of art in and of itself, but when added to the the rope corset (http://www.japanrope.com/galleries/tutorial5/IMG_6462.jpg) he thought it would look magnificent. He showed the two shots to Daniel and lined them up side by side to explain how the two different sets would be made to connect.<br><br>"You see, the leads would come off the back (http://www.japanrope.com/galleries/tutorial5/IMG_6451.jpg), and then one would tie at the bottom loop of the front of the corset where it attaches to the wrap. It's all rather clinical as far as I'm concerned, but you will need to have a solid erection when the tying is done for the wrap. I guess you can probably either manage that on your own or..." Brandon shot him a quick grin, "maybe find someone to help."<br><br>Patting Daniel on the back, he left to gather his supplies and returned within 30 minutes with a duffle bag of rope in various shades and hues. "I have red, green, blue and natural. I like to mix them up, but if you have a preference for one color over another, Bastiaan, feel free to tell me what you want to see," he said to the photographer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 12:34:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>Catherine nodded to Bastiaan. "I think we could do some shots in them, and maybe some shots in a business suit? It could be a perfect role reversal as I would have my slave whimpering at my feet whilst I would've taken over the role traditionally considered to be masculine thus signifying androgyny as I blur the lines. Also, do you guys have some specific clothes in mind for Katherine in her sub role?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 18:24:42</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Quickly working through his setup...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>“Yes, that would be wonderful.&nbsp; And with the both of you having leads from the Shibari...sends a tantalizing message, wouldn't you agree?&nbsp; And I believe Ms. Jones has what she'd like to wear in mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; That short black dress (http://www.odgirl.com/media/images/product_detail/09-V8369-M.jpg) and thigh highs (http://www.odgirl.com/media/images/product_detail/PL-DELIGHT-3000-M.jpg) would make for a nice submissive image.”&nbsp; He grinned broadly and turned back to Catherine, “So, meet back here in thirty minutes or so and we can get started on the shoot?”<br><br><em>Have to hurry now, Bastiaan...weather always the damn weather...</em> he thought to himself as he went about setting up the gray and white cloth backdrop.&nbsp; The three foot high circular white pedestals he had set out would be where he'd have the models stand, close enough to each other, but giving him enough space so that he could move through and make the shots he needed for any solo pictures.<br><br>After thirty minutes had passed he'd had set most of the scenery to complete the shoot and just needed to set all the lighting and cameras up.&nbsp; <em>Almost done...now the hard part...</em> he grinned to himself as he busily, but efficiently, went through the more technical aspects of creating the lighting he would need.&nbsp; He placed a pair of large box fans to give a decent breeze to keep the models cool while under the heat of the lighting and set out a small ice box with bottles of water.<br><br><div style="text-align: left;">Daniel Hennessy ~ Speaking to Brandon in hushed tones...</div><br>Daniel viewed the images with a look of interest.&nbsp; “Yeah, I think I can do that...and no worries about me being ready for the shoot.”&nbsp; He grinned broadly at the idea of having the rope tied around him tightly.&nbsp; “I'll be here when you get back.”<br><br>When Brandon returned he nodded to him dressed in a loose fitting gray terrycloth robe.&nbsp; “I'm ready whenever you are.&nbsp; Figured it might help if I put on a removable ring to keep me ready.”&nbsp; He said, only slightly joking.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ To Brandon as he finished the setting pieces...</div><br>Turning to the fellow artist he looked at the gray and white backdrop and thought for a moment.&nbsp; “Red and green would like a good shade of black and white, and natural would give contrast.&nbsp; Blue doesn't turn out all too well to my eye though.&nbsp; Will that be alright for you?”&nbsp; He asked as he moved his last camera tripod into position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 18:36:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br><br>The clothing which Bastiaan had picked out for Katherine seemed just about perfect. "Sounds wonderful..I can already see her in a nice subby image as she she submits herself to her domme." Catherine smirked as she said so. "I'll be back quickly, i've got some stuff of my own..and i'll be ready to shoot." Catherine said so as she walked out of the room.<br><br>Making the quick trip to her own room, she picked out a nice looking business suit and made her way back in the studio dressing room. The huge mirror offered her an excellent view of her own body as she quickly put on the trousers and white shirt, before adjusting the tie neatly. Then came the jacket. Tying up some buttons, she admired her leather boots. Her hair had been gelled and slicked backwards. She growled in front of the mirror and smiled and made her way back in the room. She knew others were in for a nice surprise when they would see how incredible she looked.<br><br>Chuckling, she looked at Bastiaan and spoke in a deep accent. "A sharp dressed man, ready for the shoot!" She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 23:29:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Speaking to Catherine...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>He turned his attention to the woman that walked in and a hint of a smile crossed his lips, “My dear Ms. Sanders you look simply amazing.&nbsp; The suit fits you so very well...I have to admit I think that might just be a better outfit than what I had in mind.&nbsp; What do you think, Ms. Jones?”<br><br>Katherine grinned as she looked over the woman that would be her Domme in the shot.&nbsp; “Yes, I think she'll do just wonderfully...”&nbsp; she said with a bit of a fluster to her voice.&nbsp; Catherine looked like a powerfully dressed person, that had Katherine not know of the woman she would have had trouble telling exactly on first glance that the other was actually a woman.&nbsp; The sight of the model dressed in the powerful business suit was rather compelling and alluring all at once.<br><br>“So, how would you like to best <em>handle</em> Ms. Jones?” Bastiaan asked Catherine.&nbsp; “Is there anything particular you would like to use with her?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 16:39:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>Catherine smiled in return. "Thank you very much Bastiaan." She looked at Katherine for a moment..the blushing on her face made Catherine smirk in pleasure. She liked the effect she often had on people, there was certain aggression involved which made people both attracted and at the same time submit to her. She looked back at Bastiaan as he put forth a question. "Well, for starters..I love the oufits which you've picked for Katherine..that's just perfect. Regarding handling her..two concepts immediately come to my head. We can do a first shot where she's at my feet, almost grovelling whilst I look down at her with a smirk on my face, almost like i'm explaining my control, my rule over her by a mere glare. It would be a perfect depiction of domme and submissive relationship."<br><br>She paused for a couple of moments, thinking some. "And second shot I think which would work would be good ol' spanking. I can sit with my legs spread, in a rather masculine fashion with Katherine bend over my lap as I deliever a harsh spank to her bare bottom, with her skirt lifted upwards. I'll be growling as I do so whilst Jones would have an expression that of immense pain..yet glints of happiness due to the pleasure she gains from the pain. I'm sure you would have something in your mind Bastiaan..and would love to hear your ideas regarding the shoot as well." She explained two ideas which had immediately come to her head. Few others were brewing in there, but they would have to wait for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 17:33:48</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br>pulling out the colors that Bastiaan had suggested, Brandon got to work on Daniel's full-body corset. Starting at the top he wrapped the double strands round his torso, underneath his nipples. Snugging the rope, he brought it back and looped it through the center of the rope before moving back the opposite direction to wrap him again. Over and over he wrapped and looped, until he ran out of his first strand of rope. Tying a looped knot into the end, he brought a differently colored rope out and connected the two pieces before he continued.<br><br>Round and round the rope went, some 15 passes were made before Brandon was standing in front of Daniel to tie off the bottom of the corset below his navel. As he finished, he braided the remaining rope until their was just eight inches remaining and let it hang. Taking the short strand of red rope, he rather quickly fashioned the sac hold and slipped it over the man's scrotum. Very gently his fingers drew the line up to the top of his shaft and then, measuring the length, knotted out the end slightly before bringing it back under his shaft and beginning the weaved pattern he'd shown him earlier.<br><br>Finishing at the base of the man's prick, he fashioned a tight loop knot and brought the dangling strands of the corset's braid through the loop, cinching just right so that his cock stood proud from his groin, he tied the final knot added an elegant bow to finish it off in the shibari style.&nbsp; Stepping back, he observed his work and nodded. "Everything comfortably snug?" he asked the man as he walked around behind him and tied in the two leads to his back. <br><br>After Daniel nodded he was fine, Brandon tied the last lead into the loop at the base of his cock and drew the end out and held it toward Catherine. "Your slave awaits you, Madame," he said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 20:11:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>As Catherine made the suggestions, she watched Brandon go about his work expertly on Daniel's body. Right in front of her eyes a rather engaging, and artistic transformation was taking place. The ropes being wrapped around the man's body as they pushed him in the lands of pain and the incredible amounts of pleasure he shall be deriving from them. Soon his member went through the same fate. Brandon was asking Daniel from time to time whether it was fine or not whilst Daniel quickly gave replies. As he was done, Catherine watched Brandon take out the end of the thread and hold it in front of Catherine, offering Daniel to her. Smirking, Catherine grabbed the rope. "Thank you very much." She said and suddenly gave the rope a harsh tug. It was rather painful and Daniel let out a quick yelp. Catherine looked at him in the eyes with a hard look. "Who gave you permission for that slave?" She snarled. She was getting in the role now, that was how it was always with her. During the shoots, she literally lived the role. Although, the role she was playing right now wasn't much far off from the way she really was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 04:49:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Ready to begin...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Nodding in agreement with Catherine, “Agreed, that would make for an excellent series of shots.&nbsp; Perhaps from a lower angle to get a hint of the growl and see the welting of her rump...” he said as he watched Brandon quickly perform his art.&nbsp; “Both shots sound very good to me, and they'll go well inside with the interview.&nbsp; Along with a few shots of you holding Brandon there...I'm sure the boy doesn't mind a bit of pain either...” he grinned as Brandon looped the ropes together.<br><br>He looked on admiringly at the loops and twists of the rope along the body of the younger man.&nbsp; Shibari had always been something that Bastiaan had enjoyed, even taken some time to learn how to preform it, but no where near as exquisitely as Brandon had performed it.&nbsp; He chuckled softly as Brandon handed the leads to Catherine and heard the groan of pain from Daniel.<br><br>“So, shall we get this started?&nbsp; I've got to gather a few cameras for the static shots, but you three might as well get into role...rather you two,” he grinned to the two that would be in the role of submissive during the shot.<br><br>Moments later Bastiaan returned with a series of high end digital cameras to affix to the tripods and started to measure out distances to make sure the shots would be the very best.&nbsp; Picking up his favorite Nikon SLR camera and a few rolls of film he walked back out to the studio floor.&nbsp; <em>Lights set...so are the cameras...now lets just get the shot done and everyone can go have fun later...</em> he smiled and brought the camera to his eye zoomed in on the group and snapped his first shot.&nbsp; “Let the games begin, people...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 13:41:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>Catherine nodded at Bastiaan's suggestion. "That would make an excellent touch as it would convey the concept rather powerfully." She eyed Brandon for a moment as Bastiaan spoke about him and winked at him. "Ready to join my harem Brandon?" She grinned. "I'm all ready to get started." Catherine said giving a thumbs up sign. "And as for these two..i'll <em>make</em> them ready to get started!" She snickered and tugged some more Daniel..causing him to yelp from the pain entering his already sore member.<br><br>Baastian had quickly set up the cameras and clicked the first shot of all three together. Catherine dropped the rope for the moment and walked towards Katherine. "Ready for some sweet lovin' slave?" She smirked at the slave as she slowly pushed the other woman down towards her feet. Katherine only mumbled in return. "Yes Mistress." As she looked up pleadingly towards Catherine..whilst Sanders looked down at her with a harsh glare. Fire burning in her eyes, exerting her superiority, her dominance over her slave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 06:38:28</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Getting into the moment...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>He quickly moved around the three, being as quiet as he could manage, not daring to interrupt the exquisite power-play being displayed before the cameras.&nbsp; Low to the ground, looking up along the line of Katherine's body to the face of her Mistress, he took his first shot.&nbsp; The camera captured the fire in Catherine's eyes and the very essence of the woman, the truth in the moment of dominance.&nbsp; She was alluring and beautiful as she presented a confusing image for the mind.<br><br>The silent snapping of the aperture of the camera was the only obtrusive sound in the room as the slight moans of her submissives became booming sounds of thunder.&nbsp; Slowly he moved to give a shot of Daniel's face in exquisite agony as the rope wrapped around his cock and balls was tugged.&nbsp; The face of pain well into the forefront of the shot making the images of the women behind him a hazy blur but definable enough to the eye.<br><br><em>Excellent...fantastic...</em> Bastiaan thought to himself as he kept moving slowly around to capture the perfect moments on display before him.&nbsp; All of them were more than he could have ever hoped or dreamed of, but not yet were anyone of the perfect enough to call an end to the shoot just yet.&nbsp; He had to give his very best work to this assignment, it meant too much to the studio, and Aline, to give it any less.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 13:42:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>As Bastiaan went about clicking few shots. Catherine moved rhythmatically..sliding over to the chair that was placed nearby. She sat there with her legs spread out a little, giving off an air of casualness..relaxation. Like a lioness enjoying a peaceful afternoon. Slowly she lowered her eyes and looked at Katherine, pointing towards her and ordering her to come closer. Katherine gave meek nod and slowly crawled towards Catherine before pausing at her feet. Catherine touched her chin pulling her upwards, Katherine complied as she stood up.<br><br>Then suddenly, with a harsh swing, Catherine pulled the other woman down over her lap, lifting her skirt up and caressing that cute bottom. The fierceness in her eyes rising at every passing moments as she showed off the ass to the camera. She raised her hand up in the air and it came down powerfully..connected with a harsh spank which caused Katherine to yelp out in pain. Sanders smirked at the way it had affected the other girl. She hit her with another..this time even more harshly, even more meanly as she looked at the camera and growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 17:12:19</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Feeling the shot...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>As unobtrusively as he could manage Bastiaan moved around to get a clear angle on the way Katherine crawled towards her Mistress.&nbsp; The look on her face, one of serene submission, captured with a quick clicking of his camera.&nbsp; He took a low angled shot of the way Catherine softly touched her chin and made the other gaze into each others eyes.&nbsp; The perfect exchange between the dominant and the submissive; the unspoken contract of trust.<br><br>A shiver of enjoyment spiked through him as he watched Catherine expertly take the red-head across her knee and caress her bare rump.&nbsp; The other girl's pale skin, a contrast to Katherine's rich tone, captured for the camera.&nbsp; Quickly Bastiaan exchanged cameras for a higher speed digital as he sensed the tone changing and wanted to capture every frame to find the perfect one for the act about to happen.<br><br>Bringing the lens to bear upon the two he began snapping frame after frame of Catherine's hand rising and falling.&nbsp; The moments of the submissive girls yelp of pain caught from beginning to end.&nbsp; He shifted the lens directly to Catherine's face as she address the camera directly, the high definition camera capturing her growl.<br><br>He backed away from the scene and went over to the camera trained on the three as a whole.&nbsp; <em>Almost there...</em> He motioned to Daniel to have the man notice his direction to display the body wrap fully while showing the rope wrapped tightly around his length.&nbsp; <em>Now...Ms. Sanders give us your best...</em> he grinned in thought as he waited for her to surprise him one last time as she'd been so good at doing just that the whole series.&nbsp; <em>A pleasure to work with her...with all of them.</em> he grinned to himself as he waited for the moment to arrive when he could snap the cover shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 14:17:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Bastiaan's Studio</strong></div><br>Daniel noticed the signal as he moved himself a little bit forward..bringing him in the view and displaying his bondage to the camera. He had a pleading, defeated look on his face whilst at the same time, stared admiringly at his Mistress. Catherine gave him a sadistic glare, as if she was looking at an insignificant bug she was about to crush with her sheer dominance, whilst keeping her hand on Katherine's wonderful bottom..claiming her as well. Smoothly, Catherine grabbed the lying rope and tugged it harder than she had done before. Daniel almost screamed..but Catherine's fierce eyes told him not to and take the pain in because his Mistress was ordering it..a gift from her to her slaves. He took it in and looked down.<br><br>The spanks had made Katherine's bottom in a shade of red and two streaks of tear could be seen. Catherine stared at the camera triumphantly and gave one mean glare..showing off her slaves in the entire frame. An excellent cover shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 04:44:53</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Satisfied...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>A shiver ran along the photographer's spine as he stared through the view of the camera at the scene before him.&nbsp; His finger pressed lightly onto the shutter release and the whirling snapping of the aperture closing over and over again in a high speed crescendo of the symphony of cameras.&nbsp; <em>Perfect...absolutely perfect.</em> Bastiaan thought to himself as his finger finally released the camera's shutter.<br><br>Slowly he stood straight, looking over the group, and clapped his approval.&nbsp; “Well done, everyone...amazingly well done.”&nbsp; He said, his accent heavy with joy.&nbsp; Shutting down the cameras and the lighting in quick order, “I must thank you all for helping me with this shoot.&nbsp; I'm sure Aline will truly love the display.”<br><br>“Now, to get Daniel out of the rope...unless you'd like to keep him, Ms. Sanders?”&nbsp; Bastiaan laughed lightly at the question, seeing Daniel's eyes widen slightly.&nbsp; “Though I'm sure his girlfriend would like him back sometime soon...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brian Boru</strong> on <strong>04-11-2010, 05:18:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Brandon Frost<br><div class="floatright">(http://www.izotope.com/artists/images/butch_vig_image.jpg)</div></div><br>Looking at his watch and seeing that Daniel had been in his corset for about the maximum amount of time any living being should be bound in such a manner, Brandon stood up from the chair he'd been observing the shoot from and walked over to the models. As he reached the models, he let Catherine and Katherine continue to hold their leads as he untied them from the bondage wrap and deftly untied the knots around Daniel's swollen penis&nbsp; and scrotum.<br><br>"There, I'm sure that's more comfortable for you, Daniel," he said in a soft tone as he dropped the rope and began untying the corset. "You ladies may need to go take Daniel off and treat him nice after all that," he said laughingly.<br><br>Within a few minutes the corset was untied and the rope lying in a heap on the floor. Brandon quickly scooped it up and began to coil his ropes and tie the ends up around the coils for storage as he put each in his bag. "I guess we're done then. It was a pleasure working with you all," Brandon said as he zipped his bag up. "Need anything else from me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic: Bastiaan's Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 03:38:14</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ The Finishing Touches...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br><br>Bastiaan turned from the task of removing the camera from it's mount and nodded to Brandon, “Mr. Frost, it was a pleasure.&nbsp; I think, since you have freed up Daniel, everything is over except putting things away and the process of developing the film.&nbsp; Feel free to enjoy the rest of the day though.”&nbsp; He made his fare-the-wells and pulled the digital cards from the cameras, pocketing them, and rolled the footage from his favored camera up to develop the film.<br><br>Leaving the models, to do as they pleased, he made his way over to his office and began the task of choosing the shots to use.&nbsp; Hours had rolled by before he looked up from his computer screen and noticed the time.&nbsp; <em>Well...I missed dinner...</em> he shook his head.&nbsp; “Damn, kan ik net zo goed iets te eten...” he said in his native Dutch.&nbsp; Walking to the kitchen he fixed a small plate of fruit and some vegetables to dine upon.&nbsp; Taking the plate, with a small glass of wine, back to his desk he munched as he continued working.<br><br>The next day was spent the same as the night before.&nbsp; Bastiaan developed the cover shot, himself, in the his darkroom.&nbsp; He watched over the developing of the prized shot like a proud parent over the birth of a child.&nbsp; When it was all said and done he almost hated to send it off with the rest of the shots to magazine for their use preferring, instead, to keep the shots for his portfolio.<br><br>With a heavy sigh he relaxed on his sofa before dinner.&nbsp; Having missed most of the auction in the basement he preferred to stay in for the night, relax and perhaps even turn in early.&nbsp; The classical music playing over the sound system soothed his mind and relaxed him fully before cooking dinner.<br><br>Afterward, Bastiaan cleaned up the studio.&nbsp; Putting his laptop in it's bag near the elevator, in the morning he would go out and enjoy the park and maybe play a game of chess.&nbsp; A perfect day after a hard few days of work.<br><br><div style="text-align: left;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Waking early...?<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Bastiaan04.jpg)</div></div><br>He coughed heavily, waking him up far earlier than he normally would.&nbsp; Bastiaan glanced at the clock, perplexed and a bit more than annoyed, to see the time of five in the morning.&nbsp; <em>Somethings...not right...</em> he thought to himself as he stretched on the bed.&nbsp; As he yawned he caught exactly what it was, coughing again at the smell, the odor in the air of smoke.&nbsp; “God in de hemel, is...is dat vuur?” he thought aloud.<br><br>Standing up he sniffed the air again, his fear becoming confirmed.&nbsp; He moved quickly, grabbing his travel bag and tossing a few belongings inside.&nbsp; Pulling on a shirt and sandals as he walked out of his room, calmly, and picked up his portfolio and headed to his laptop.&nbsp; The smell of sulfur in the air became heavier and he turned to the stairwell to leave.&nbsp; Pausing he quickly turned back down the hallway and removed the platinum framed photograph from the wall, <em>I'd rather burn than forget this...</em> he thought staring at his own image fondly.&nbsp; And like that, Bastiaan Pranger made his way down the stairwell.
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