Someone always asks "How'd you get started?" ...I always reply that I was in a role playing relationship with a beautiful blond "Barbie doll", and her friends.

My "Barbie" was Kim. Starting in 1977, she was the main force behind the role playing scenes for the six years we were together. Kim was a police dispatcher, and part time meter maid for a  town near where I worked.

I said Kim was built like a "Barbie" doll... 5 foot 9 or 10 ( at that height, what's an inch)
38 c or d - 23 - 36 and about 125 - 130 lbs of mostly muscle. She used to run about a mile each day, and exercise daily, ( doing the "20 minute workout" which was on TV then)

Kim is a living person, with realitives and so, when drawing, I have to keep her disguised. I'm closer to what she looked like back then, but still have changed enough ( I hope) to keep her anonymous.

Kim was the instigator in our role play games. We'd watch tv or be at the movies, and she'd see a female ( or even a male ) death or peril scene and say to me "we can do that better". At home there was a legal pad on the coffee table so she could jot down scenes as we saw them, we actually left a movie once before it ended so she could work out a scene..( because she couldn't keep quiet during the movie ).

She loved being the Damsel in Distress...and created the title for my groups (Damsels in Distress in Uniform)



After high school, Kim enlisted in the US Navy ( she joked one day that she chose the Navy because she liked the women's uniform ) While stationed in Southern California, she took a course in a "Stunt persons " school ( her words) One night she showed me her "graduation film" - a super 8 film of the scene she did as her "Final" ( this was the late 70's folks no vcr yet)
She was dressed as a county sheriff , and the tape started with a car chase to an old house.
There she chased the bad guy inside, where she was grabbed and a knock down drag out fight took place. Both sides got in some good hits but Kim lost when she was thrown into a glass patio door, shattering it. The bad guy then strangled her a bit before lifting her and tossing her over a railing ( high fall) into a river(?) where the scene ended with her floating away face down...

She only got a "B" because she was supposed to roll the cop car on it's side, and it didn't go all the way. In our role playing, she taught me how to give and take punches, and bullets and arrows.
She was great at acting out her part, and actually scared another "playmate" by taking a drink, grasping the neck, falling to the floor, and convulsing to death.



A lot of my first drawings were based of those role play scenes brought back from memory or my notebook of scenes we photographed back then.

Kim didn't write stories, just outlined the scene as she saw it, a group of notes to be decoded later into what she wanted to see....
At one time or another in our time together, Kim was "interested" in just about every fetish you could think of.
Bondage involving all types of restraint.
Breath play, from choking to bagging to drowning.
Spanking, wrestling, hair pulling, belly punching, torture, and the list went on.
She even wanted to recreate a scene from a sifi film where a tentacled monster attacks her.


Now - everything we played at was scripted before we started, we figured out how to do this stuff safely, or we didn't do it, example: Playing with electricity. Bound to a post, the bad guy (me) attached wires from an extension cord to her body, then 'plugged it in" finishing her off.
(of course we didn't really plug anything in)

Breath play, bagging: the bag we used at first was from apples and had holes punched all over it, she could still breathe, but acted like she couldn't...

I had the "most" fun and games with Kim, she never failed to keep us busy and exhausted after a scene. She loved to resist, so we wrestled, and fought in almost every role play we did.

As "stress relief" from her job, I was called upon to place her in "tight inescapable bondage", then leave her to struggle and try to get out. She was never left alone, I was always watching from the other side of the room, as she struggled rolled around, moaned and groaned, and sometimes
brought herself to orgasm.
If she did start to free herself, I had to "come back for her" and move her someplace else retying her so the scene could continue.

We had a code phrase for these stress sessions, the phone lines at both Kim and my workplaces were recorded, and we didn't want any one hearing her say " hey, tie me up and screw me when I get home tonight", so... "I need to see you, or can I see you" meant the usual tie me up scene.
"I really need to see you" meant no holds barred, attack me and do you worst to me.

Our parting was due to an ex boyfriend
, who didn't understand the meaning of the word no. On a weekend that I was away, he kidnapped her. In the instant the scene started she thought it had been me "role playing" and let her guard down. By the time she realized it wasn't me role playing with her, it was too late. Long story short, he held her for the weekend in bondage and got her pregnant. He left her restrained alone, used her keys to my place and grabbed some photos that he used to blackmail her into going with him.

Before she left, she fixed me up with Alice. In another posting I will remember Alice, because there is so much more to tell.

Fast forward to 1990... I have now married a beautiful red head who is not into role playing, who "sometimes" let's me tie her up for sex, and I'm trying to adjust...because...I love her (still do,to this day).
I'm working hard trying to provide for my new family, and I get hurt at work. Injure my back big time. Unable to work for about six months, I'm bored. I can move around, sit and walk, but I have like a 5 pound lifting limit, so I'm home... I'm a second shifter, and so I'm up all night.. No cable in my town yet, over the air TV went off at about 1 am back then, so all I had was radio.

I started to sort out all the boxes of junk I brought with me from my single life, and I found one of the last remnants of my role play life, my photographer's notes from pics I had shot back then... The notebook contained all the "tech stuff" for shots I made ( camera lens setting, lighting , etc) but also had a sketch of the scene I was shooting, and in some cases I pasted a contact frame of the completed pic. ( I made a contact sheet of the developed film, selected the "best" shot, and cut it off the page and pasted it in the book. I made 8 x 10's or better of the best shots, but for reasons explained elsewhere, the did not survive into the 90's.

I started "doodling" back in the 80's, and did some before I was married, but finding this notebook....it gave me a reason to start drawing, to restore some of the scenes that only ran in my mind.

The wife? at first she thought I should be drawing trains, planes, and automobiles... thinking that I was drawing old girlfriends, but after she watched me draw one night, she saw the attention I was trying to put into the details,and not dwelling just on the subject, and she decided it was Ok.

The stuff I drew back in 1990-1991 is almost non existent now, dis- satisfaction, and water damage a couple of years ago have caused me to trash a lot of stuff from back then. A lot of the scenes survive, as I redrew most of the ones that I trashed, but there is still a whole bunch that are gone forever.

In 1992, 1993, and 1994 I worked for companies that had seasonal layoffs, and I drew a lot while laid off, as I knew I'd be going back to work in 2 months, and Unemployment said I didn't have to look for work.

1995 to 1998 I worked for a company supplying parts to the auto industry. There were strikes, and "model year changeover" in addition to vacations which gave me time to draw, but there weren't as many drawings then...the internet and a new Mac computer came into my den. I started taking requests and commissions
( imagine that, someone paid me for drawings! )

With the new Century, I had started ( and lost) yahoo clubs and groups, MSN groups, E groups, one list clubs, smart groups, lycos clubs and the first xratedgroups group.
At one time I had over 5,000 members in a yahoo group, and 2,500 in the xratedgroup ( before that place imploded)
Then along came deviantart, where I started and stopped twice now, but have been there since 2006....and space offered to me by Templar and others. I tried Googlegroups when they first opened, but no one but me was posting, so why waste the effort.


Fast forward again to today. My wife and I no longer play, the reasons your physical this time we are older and we both have had medical conditions or accidents that no longer allow us the flexibility and stamina to play like we used to.

My wife allows me to be in this little world surrounded by my drawings and my memories so long as that's as far as it goes.

So now you know some about Kim, some about me, and some about why I'm here. I have posted a lot of places and have found it the second largest fan base to be here. My largest fan base had been the old Yahoo group, but here I have the most "friends", people who not only comment and like my work and engage in conversations that are not related to my drawings for their drawings people I've never met that I feel I can talk to his friends. That never really happened in the numbers that I have here. I still have a small group of friends a couple of which are members here, who have followed me and can't remember when I posted to the old newsgroups well before there was a WWW in everybody's home.  I have two friends who have catalogued every single thing I have ever posted to the Internet every version of every drawing that I have cleaned up or resized or reposted as the limitations of posting images have gotten larger. In 1994 when I first got on the Internet everybody had dial-up. I had a 1200 Baud modem, that's 1.2K!  I never downloaded any images that were larger than 50 K back then. We paid for Internet usage by the minute, sometimes it took half an hour to download an image, then you ran it through a program that turned it from raw data into something you could see. My how times have changed...