One for the album

So i was seeing Mistress the other day and having a fine old time as ever. As per my request she was taking lots of photographs and videos to commemorate the occasion, which was nice as some times there are none to remember it by (very sad). Sometimes there are too few so there may be just one or maybe two that i am happy with, not showing my face or me not looking like a pale lump.

So i have lots of pictures and that is great, and for which many thanks. Of course most (almost all alas) show me as a fat pale excuse for a man (no-one's fault save my own). It's what i am, this physical form at least, but means there is a huge disconnect between how i feel in session (which is amazing) and how i look (which is not). I'm getting inspired to fix some of the worst of it (exercise if not diet) but also makes me think that i need for more than just for the arts of photography to be deployed as sympathetically as possible (ie something beyond darker lighting and careful framing because Mistress tried those and they ain't enough 😊). 

So first idea is for Winter time when body is more or less properly shaved. Here i think i need more cross dressing, plump, wobbly thighs in stockings look better than plump wobbly thighs without. Compulsory corsetry would combine covering, shaping and punishing my too soft middle. A dress that doesn't mind being rucked up and scrunched with rope would help too by adding a bit more cover, some needed colour and contrast and that freshly plucked off the street vibe of terror at my impending ravishment. That and baby oil or lotion to get what skin which does show to glisten - ie improve its natural lustre (or the lack therof).

Some black and white too.

Then all one needs for my head is to either keep it out of shot, or cover it with a hood or a pillow case. Pillow cases have all kinds of vibes about them, not least their omnipresence on any bed I've ever been tossed onto. They add to that ad hoc take down feel and look. A hood says this is a session, a pillow case suggests this was a date gone very wrong very quickly...

Will upload some of the pics too to show the problems photographers face. Plus some of the possible solutions...



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