It was a phone call from strange-ways that sent me heading for Goldsmith's College on Monday.

I would have gone on the Saturday, but by the time of the call I was already descending into a tipsy dressing up day, Mistress Kim having abandoned my strict and exhausting kidnap regime for a holiday in Cyprus.

What else could I do? Hic! Slurp! Crinkle! Collapse!

By Monday I had recovered from the alcohol but not from MIstress Kim's absence. I needed a Mistress. But not just any Mistress.

I had been instructed not to stray - but stray I had to - to New Cross Gate to see The Madame Tytania Experience, a live and dreamy performance of rope bondage suspension in a converted swimming baths.

I arrived in plenty of time for the 12.30 performance but found myself waiting in the wrong stair well. What a stair case I am.

I was wishing and hoping to be picked as the bondage victim, and would have been, but, by the time I found the right stair well, the 12.30 performance had been cancelled and a victim for the 3.30 performance appointed.

Mistress Tytania kindly showed me around the works of the other Department of Visual Arts graduates.

I was particularly taken by Alice Anderson's drug control video 'Alice's Adventures', and a video about a woman clad in black zippy clothes travelling in a park in a motorised wheelchair and getting out to kick it.

I love you, wheelchair girl!

3.30. I watched Mistress Tytania's video about her human table while she went and slipped into her rubber catsuit from House of Harlot.

There was already a number of people eagerly waiting to see her performance by the time I was ordered to give her a good buffing.

I sprayed and wiped every part of her figure-hugging, front zipping, latex smelling catsuit. I did it lovingly and evenly.

Men were envious, just as they had been when I'd buffed Eileen Daly's latex on the 'Exploitica' shoot.

I was in heaven.

The performance began.

Mistress Tytania teetered on four inch heels on the sloping floor as celestial eastern mood music tinkled away.

Her latex rippled and crinkled . The aroma of rubber and warm flesh was captivating.

Today's victim was Richard. How I wished it was me.

The audience sat and stood on the stairs and in doorways, their still and moving cameras poised.

Mistress tied rope around the man's chest. Lots of it. He was big and heavy.

Then around the upper thighs, knees and ankles of each leg.

All eyes were rivetted on the Mistress as more red B&Q rope was taken from around the sloping bannister.

The fourth rope attached the victim to the clanking chains of the health and safety inspected hoist.

One foot was raised off the ground as the victim adjusted the rope just below his neck with a free hand.

As the victim was raised entirely off the ground, his head gently struck the wall beside him.

It should have been me!

He hung helplessly in the stairwell, his wrists tied together and then joined to the back rope. Everyone watching must have wanted it to be them.

He was in total bondage. Total flight. Total freedom. How liberated from gravity's fickle pull he must have felt.

Mistress pushed him around. He was helpless to resist. Totally in her control.

Bondage is art. Art is bondage.

I fantasised about being tied and suspended and wheeled through central London's streets on the S.M. Pride March, but there doesn't seem to be one this year.

All too soon it was time for him to be untied and returned to Earth and all its traps and binding inadequacies.

Afterwards, I confessed to Mistress Tytania that I wished I had brought my movie camera with me.

She was kindness itself. She offered to put on a special performance for my camera the following day before the entire show space had to be dismantled for all time.

Tuesday.

After waiting half an hour for each other in different places, we finally met up at the planned time of noon.

I had my big Thames TV bag with my camera, light, tripod and five rolls of Super 8 stock I had put aside for a film I'd arranged to make with Mistress Kim - 'Mister Yamaguchi, Your Hovercraft is Waiting'.

It would have to wait.

Mistress Tytania had arranged extra lighting on loan from the college's photographic department.

I hadn't worked with Blondes since shooting Lady Pimp's website movies, the ones in which I am taken mercilessly by Lady Pimp and Mistress Tempest.

One at each end.

I set up the lighting equipment. I had 2,600 watts at my disposal.

My 1000 watts were fan cooled. Feeling of smug superiority.

The shoot began with a couple of long, slow preparatory shots and then I moved into my usual frenzied technique of editing in-camera with a long and rapid series of short shots from numerous angles.

Working in a stair well meant I had the advantage of taking overhead shots.

I was all over the place.

And Leni Reifenstahl would have approved of some of my 'laying on the floor' angles, shooting the mighty Mistress from below.

Red rope sprayed across the frame against a background of latex catsuit and white wall from this angle and that.

Today's victim, an American student named Zak, had to hang in space for longer than usual as I moved about to shoot from various carefully considered angles.

Another passing American called out, "Hi, Zak. How's it hanging?"

It must have seemed funny to Americans.

The 15 minute shoot was over in about 2 hours.

strange-ways turned up to transport exhibition things such as G-clamps and chains away and took us for an end-of-shoot meal and drink in Greenwich, where we had a mean time frightening locals with our fetish talk.

Now I am hungover again.

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