"Free
Pussy. Right here. Free Pussy," teased Hadlee, the slight, blonde
model, as she spread her knees and adjusted the thong tucked between
her shaved pubes. Flashbulbs lit up the corner of Madame S on March
10th during the reception for the Ken Marcus exhibit. Hadlee and Tigger,
the gallery cat, were sharing the attention of the fetish paparazzi.
Hadlee is one of several models identified with sex-photographer Ken
Marcus, whose exhibit kicked off this year's San Francisco Fetish
Ball weekend. I wanted to spank her or at least see her spanked. She
had the classic good-little-bad-girl persona and the cane marks to
go with it. My obsession with this total stranger was borderline stalkerville,
forestalled only by pressing obligations.
Thursday at the launch party, Ball producers Tchukon Hunter and Paige
White worked the room, posing with models and performers who were
arriving from the airports and stashing flight bags in the office.
Celebrity masochist Allen
Falkner was back from Texas for his third Fetish Ball hook-in-flesh
performance. His marriage to fetish model Masuimi
Max now a memory, Falkner escorted another fellow Texan, gorgeous
redhead Angela
Ryan, or as I call her "She of the Perfect Skin." So perfect is
it, in fact, that it fueled more than the usual gossip about relationships:
new, enduring, threatened and collapsed.
The reception was like a mini preview of the ball - the credentialed
paparazzi encircling local beauties Ivy Red, Star, Anyssa and Portland
Daminas, Betka and Yasmine. LA photographer Perry
Gallagher was happily off duty. Pioneer fetish photographer Eric
Kroll brought out of towner, Domina Ondine. Ah, a fellow ass man
! And sure enough he was quick to point out Ondine's bottom, nicely
displayed through laces in the back of her thick-as-armor corset dress.
The pre-party at Club Enslaved on Friday was ripe with opportunities
for fun this year. Onstage Mr. Meat-Hook, Allen Falkner kept his feet
on the ground unlike his previous
Fetish Ball performances. Instead of suspending himself, he brandished
a device that resembled a bear-trap, which pulled on hooks in his
flesh each time he flexed his arms.
Playing to the weekend theme of Good vs. Evil, models Angela Ryan
(good, with angel wings no less) and Athena Fatale (evil and sporting
devil horns) battled to be Allen's siren of choice. Clothing was stripped
away, the angel's wings grew darker, roles were happily blurred, and
I was raptly fixated on Athena's sumptuous butt and Angela's pert
petooitie . Afterwards Ivy Red helped Allen remove the hooks from
his bleeding flesh so he could go canoodle with Miss Ryan.
At the Ball on Saturday, prowling the VIP play area, I stumbled upon
Hadlee backed up onto a cross in Ken Marcus's own play corner. A few
dozen partygoers surrounded Marcus on a sofa in darkness, the narrow
beam from his flashlight trained on the action. San Francisco domme
Arden was whipping Hadlee's breasts, biting her nipples, pulling her
pud, thrashing her inner thighs and spanking the girl's milky white
ass with both her hand and a hairbrush. Hadlee moaned and yelped,
flashing gleeful grins to her expert tormentor, all while Marcus circled
them with his flashlight. The next player in line inspected a riding
crop and some belts nearby.
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