Merry Christmas!

Grinch Jewell Marceau tried to steal Christmas but I did not let her.


Merry Christmas!



- XXOO Tanya












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"You have an incoming call."

The other day I stepped into an elevator and someone's phone started ringing. A bell-like tone emanated from it and then a computerized voice said:

"You have an incoming call."

The ringtone and the accompanying canned voice sounded three times before the owner of the phone dug the device out of his pocket. It reminded me of a conversation I had heard on a porn set years ago. Someone there had the exact same ringtone/computerized voice alert programmed into his phone. He received a lot of calls. Finally one of the crewmembers had asked him:

"Isn't the fact that your phone is ringing enough to inform you that someone is calling you? Do you need to have the pre-recorded voice message too?"

Everyone in the room had laughed. A few days later I mentioned the episode to cameraman Mike Raffone. He did not think it was very funny.

"A lot of people have that ring option on their phones. Most people don't use it." he said. "It's a good one because it's distinctive. It's probably an option on your phone. It's probably an option on my phone. It could be an option on anybody's phone. Some people's ringers play the 'Iowa Fight Song'. Some people use 'Take Me out to the Ballgame'. Why do you care if someone else uses a canned voice? What do you use on your phone? You probably just use a normal ringtone. I've never even heard your phone ring. Does anyone ever call you? Your phone never rings. Does your phone ever ring?"

"I.. " I began.

"Where's your phone?" Mike demanded. "Do you even have a phone? Is that why you always send e-mails? Because you don't have a phone?"

"No. I.. " I started again.

"You don't have a phone. I can't believe that you don't have a phone!" Mike cackled. "You really are a hermit!"

"I.. " I tried again.

"Danielle doesn't have a phone." he said with delight. "I knew you didn't have a printer, but I can't believe you don't have a phone!"

I halted his laughter by reaching into my purse and retrieving my cellphone. Dale Earnhardt was still alive when I had bought it, but it worked well enough.

"Oh, so you do have a phone." Mike said as he snatched it from me. "I bet I can program it to use the ringtone that has the computerized voice."

He started fiddling with it. I watched him for a few seconds.

"Hey, " I said. "Jewell is supposed to be calling me soon. Can we get started shooting the video? She and I have plans to go out to lunch when you and I are finished."

Mike's hands froze. I knew I had just said something that had offended him. Mike is like a great artist in that he is very temperamental. He looked up at me.

"Oh, you and JoJo have plans, do you? She's another great one. Always showing up late and then demanding to be done early. You girls make my life Hell. Do you understand how hard it is on me? You girls are nightmares." he said with some real bitterness and some feigned indignation.

He wasn't totally serious, but I knew that he was not finished. JoJo (which is what he called Jewell Marceau) and I often became targets of his ire. According to him we showed up late, we weren't grateful enough for the work, we didn't take direction well, and we behaved like primadonnas. The first point had some validity, but none of the others did. I knew he was about to embark on a lengthy diatribe about our various faults. He would wind himself up if I let him. I held up my hand in a placating gesture.

"Listen, " I said. "I'm sorry I was late. I should not have been late. Jewell should never be late either. We're lame. But I'm hungry and Jewell and I are supposed to get lunch. Can we start shooting? You can treat me to one of your hate-filled soliloquys the next time we shoot."

Mike looked at me with disgust.

"You act like I have nothing better to do than sit here and chat with you. I have plenty of work I could be doing right now." he said.

With that he stomped into the bedroom. I followed him. He tied me up with purple rope and we began shooting the bondage video that we needed to do. At one point he put his camera on the tripod and walked out of the room. He did that fairly often when he got too sick of me. I kept struggling against my restraints and playing to the camera, careful not to wiggle out of frame. Mike strode back in. He was holding my phone and he placed it on the nighttable next to the bed. I wondered about it but I kept struggling. Mike left the room again. Minutes ticked by. The camera kept filming. I continued to strain against the ropes. The video should have been over already. Mike was nowhere in sight and I was gagged. All I could do was moan and make incoherent sounds of anger. I was getting really mad. My bad temper started to morph into full-blown fury. All of a sudden I heard a ringing noise. It was immediately followed by a computerized voice saying:

"You have an incoming call."

My phone was ringing and Jewell was calling me! In a fit of pique Mike had reprogrammed my phone and evidently he was going to make me struggle endlessly and suffer. By now I was writhing around in agony on Mike's bed. The ropes were chafing and I was sweating bullets. Vitriolic hatred invaded my soul. It felt as if the burning rage was enough to make my temples explode. The phone kept ringing and then the voice would chime in and say:

"You have an incoming call."

I raged against the ropes in frustration. My whole being wanted to scream, but the infernal gag was preventing me from making any sounds other than feeble moans and bleats. Another voice broke into the morass of my torment:

"Uh, miss.. isn't this your floor? Weren't you the one who pushed the button for this floor?"

Suddenly I remembered that I was standing in an elevator full of people in a hotel in Miami. That blasted ringtone had forced yet another long-dormant Mike Raffone memory to surface. I shuffled forward and exited the elevator as the other passengers regarded me with odd expressions on their faces.

Mke Raffone, the evil Geppetto, was still pulling my puppet strings from across the continent.

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- XXOO Tanya
















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Violation of Trust

Allowing someone to tie you up is an act of trust. I like to have sex when I am tied up. Jewell and I often combine passion and sexplay when we are together. The other day I made a horrible misjudgment when I let her bind me with crimson rope just two days after we had had a nasty fight. I thought she had gotten over our differences and was ready to move forward. She was so sweet when she began kissing me and whispering how she wanted to make me feel good after she tied me up. By the time I noticed the malignant gleam in her eye it was too late. I was already gagged and completely restrained by the crimson rope..


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- XXOO Tanya










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Just Who is Mike Raffone?

Mike Raffone and I have been shooting custom videos together for the past 10 years. You can only imagine the vast magnitude of fetish/sex/masturbation videos that we have shot since then. Actually, you probably can't. We've done sex, masturbation, striptease, catfighting, wrestling, hairwashing, femdom, trampling, public flashing, exercise shows, superheroine fantasies, cop impersonations, ass worship, bondage, spy thrillers, cheerleader shows, S&M, tickling, belly punching, boxing, readings of erotic fiction, cooking shows and the list goes on and on and on. And on.

We have amasssed ten years worth of material and now we are opening up the vault. Within the next few days Tanya Danielle's Raffone Theatre will debut at Clips4Sale.com!

Would you like to know a bit more about custom videos? And about Mike Raffone? Here's an excerpt from the Custom Video page at www.TanyaDanielle.com . I believe my webmaster and I wrote this in 2002:


Tanya L-O-V-E-S doing hot, sexy CUSTOM VIDEOS. What is a custom video? Please read through the following FAQs where she answers that and many other oft-asked custom-related questions.

1) WHAT IS A CUSTOM VIDEO?

A custom video is a video for which YOU write the script. I will act out your wildest fantasy. Do you want me to be a scantily clad nurse who sneaks into your hospital room BEGGING you to fuck me, doing anything I can think of to entice you? Am I your highschool chemistry teacher who calls you into the classroom for an afterschool "conference?" Do you want me to command you to worship my ass? In YOUR custom script YOU detail the activities, wardrobe, dialogue, hairstyle, location (within reason), and anything else you want to see.

2) WHAT WILL YOU DO OR NOT DO?

My custom video parameters are the same as all my other onscreen parameters. I perform only with other women or by myself. I save men for my personal life! I am very open to all types of fetishes and have engaged in a fair amount of experimentation in such realms as bondage, S & M, foot fetish, catfighting, wrestling, hosiery fetish, and sensuous hairwashing. Of course I am always open to new experiences.......try me!!

3) HOW GOOD IS THE PRODUCTION QUALITY OF THE CUSTOM VIDEOS?

I would consider it to be more amateur production quality than studio production quality. We progress with the shooting with as few cuts and as little editing as possible. As a performer I have always found that it is difficult to get my juices flowing and keep them going if the cameraperson is stopping continually to readjust camera angles and lighting. In most productions filmed by adult video companies that is usually the case. Understandable, because they usually only allow about 10 or 15 minutes for each edited sex scene so they want it to be as explicit as possible with the clearest camera angles and best lighting. When I do a custom video I'd rather focus on the script and make it as HOT and EROTIC as possible, even if that comes occasionally at the expense of the perfect camera shot. Have you ever watched a porno and thought the girls were faking it? If you order a custom video from me, I can guarantee you'll know that I'm not!!


4) HOW SPECIFIC CAN I BE WHEN REQUESTING WARDROBE AND ACCESSORIES?

You can request whatever you like, but accessories and wardrobe used in your video are subject to my already owning them, being able to borrow them, or buy them for a reasonable price (e.g. I'm happy to buy a particular style of panties for you, but it's not feasible for me to go purchase a purple leather dominatrix ensemble for one video.) If you would like to send me any particular items for use in your video I will return them to you when I mail you the video. Unless, of course, you would like for me to keep them. (I won't complain!)


5) CAN I COME WATCH YOU FILM MY CUSTOM VIDEO IF I ORDER ONE?

No. The reason for that is probably pretty self-evident. Although I'm sure 95% of the people coming to this site are decent, upstanding, fun people, I can't take the chance on meeting the 5% who would pay money to come to a shoot and behave inappropriately. I don't look like it, but I have a very bad temper. It would be a shame for me if I had to go to jail for any length of time for breaking someone's head with a lamp. It would also suck for me if I was killed with an axe after allowing a stranger to come to a private location for a shoot.


6) CAN I APPEAR WITH YOU IN A CUSTOM VIDEO IF I ORDER ONE?

Uh.......no. Please refer to the answers for Questions 2 and 5.


7) HOW DO I ORDER A CUSTOM VIDEO?

Please contact cameraman Mike Raffone at cuelvideo@hotmail.com for all details and pricing info.


8) WHO IS MIKE RAFFONE? HOW ABOUT SOME BACKGROUND SO I FEEL COMFORTABLE CORRESPONDING WITH THIS GUY..

Cameraman Mike Raffone has been shooting my customs since 1995. We have photos from then. They are very funny. I suppose I was much more awkward in front of the camera at that time. Mike is an East Coast Italian guy who has yet to make peace with being transplanted to the West Coast. In my early years he was the one to point out my ineptitude and berate me for my on-camera foibles. I listened, I learned, I endured. A friend of mine named Therese had put me in touch with Mike in '95, or was it '94? She said he could use me for some custom video work. I'd never heard of a "custom video," but I called him anyways. He sounded like a grumpy guy in his sixties and he told me to come see him for an interview anytime the traffic was heavy, particularly during the evening rush hour. He informed me that he stayed home when the roads were busy and he had stuff to do when they weren't. I was new enough to the business that I got in my VW during rush hour and drove out to the San Fernando Valley (1 and a half hours of drive time) for an "interview" instead of telling him to fuck off. To my surprise Mike was nowhere near his sixties, he was more than two decades younger than that. He wasn't grumpy, exactly, he was just sarcastic and rude. Thus began our alliance. Mike taught me about custom videos, and I learned to relax in front of the camera and really enjoy participating in and bringing to life the special, scripted fantasies.

Mike has heard it all. You can't be embarrassed around Mike. He was one of the originators of the custom video in Los Angeles. Brittany Andrews, Cherokee, Stacy Cash, Taylor St. Claire, Sara St. James, Carolyn Monroe, and I all started doing customs with him.

Please visit Mike's own custom video informational site at http://www.sensuousstripteasers.com/guests/pages/customvideopg.html . Here Mike describes his custom video vision, with which I am in complete agreement, and describes his years of experience in the field.


9) WHERE CAN I SEE EXAMPLES OF MIKE'S VIDEO WORK?

Please visit Mike's two other websites:

www.HairLatherGirls.com

www.WorshipMyButt.com

These two sites grew out of Mike's years of custom shooting. After nearly 10 years of numerous requests for hairwashing and ass worship videos Mike catalogued all of his material and is presenting it in these two venues.





10) IS IT OK TO USE MIKE RAFFONE'S E-MAIL ADDRESS TO INQUIRE ABOUT HIRING YOU FOR ESCORT WORK?

Please don't. I don't do escort work. Mike likes fulfilling dreams, not shooting down impossible e-mail requests.

11) HOW MUCH DO CUSTOMS COST?

A good ballpark idea of custom video rates for myself and other models is also available at Mike's site:

www.sensuousstripteasers.com/guests/pages/customvideopg.html.


12) HOW LONG AFTER PAYMENT WILL IT TAKE FOR ME TO RECEIVE MY CUSTOM VIDEO?

To some extent it depends on my workload that month, but a reasonable expectation is less than 2 weeks.



Should you have any other questions for Tanya about customs please direct them to Mike at cuelvideo@hotmail.com . Otherwise please contact Mike to...................
BEGIN PRODUCTION ON YOUR OWN HOT, EROTIC CUSTOM VIDEO!!!!!!!

- XXOO Tanya












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Jewell Marceau has never been to The Harbor Room in Playa del Rey, CA so she does not know the scene there. I told her that the average age of the patrons is about seventy years of age but she must have thought I was kidding or exaggerating or something. I'm not prone to hyperbole when I'm dicussing the places where I go to drink. Recently I was in there chatting with a man in his forties who told me that he identifies himself around town as "the youngest guy who goes to The Harbor Room." I genuinely enjoyed the humor of his chosen moniker on a number of different levels. My gaze had travelled around the tiny, wood-panelled bar while I surveyed the assorted customers and nodded my appreciation for his words. I always feel like a teenager when I walk in that place, but that's not why I go there. On another occasion a different patron had asked me why I frequent The Harbor Room. He had posed the question in a mild, offhand manner but I could tell that he was really interested in hearing my answer. I remember turning my head and gazing towards nothing while I said:

"I just like to go places where I can drink a lot and nobody looks at me strangely."

I had punctuated my words with an inane giggle, but the man's expression had turned serious and he had immediately responded:

"This is a good place for that."

I think he may have repeated the sentiment a second time with the same tone of flat certainty/reassurance. Or maybe it had just resounded within my head again. In any case, we had both continued our descent into a mellow, alcoholic haze in companionable silence. It takes one to know one.

Jewell would not enjoy The Harbor Room so I never brought her there with me. Last week I mentioned that one of their bartenders had asked me for ID when I'd stumbled in off the beach around midnight. It struck me as funny since I knew exactly why it had happened. Often older people lose their ability to discern the ages of younger generations. I occasionally have that problem myself. People have kids and I can't tell if their child is 12 or 18. Seriously. That's just how it goes. That night I had handed the bartender my ID while a woman at the bar said:

"Well it certainly is nice to be asked, isn't it?"

I had responded uncomfortably with a brief, idiotic giggle which is generally what my stupid self does when I don't know what to say. An elderly man to my right had observed me for a moment before commenting:

"Just enjoy it, sweetheart. The years go fast. They go real fast. Enjoy it while you can."

I could tell that he meant it. He really meant it. I had paid for my vodka and headed towards the back of the miniscule establishment. The elderly man, the woman, and her friend were the only other patrons in the place. I had listened to their conversations as I stared into my vodka and kept my back to the rest of the room. No one had cared what I was doing or perceived my posture as being unfriendly. I may have been forty years younger than any of them, but I had the soul of an old drunk and they could tell that I was not there to actively socialize.

Jewell rolled her eyes when I recreated the whole scene for her at our recent shoot in Mike Raffone's studio. She could not have more thoroughly misunderstood my story if she had been trying. Maybe she was trying. She said:

"What? Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to brag that you still get carded when you go to bars?"

I stared back at her, the levity of my mood quickly vanishing. Just a moment earlier I had felt happy and upbeat. Now here she was trying to twist my words around on me. Lately I've lost patience for people who do that. It's like they are just waiting for an opportunity to slap you down. Over nothing. Maybe I was overreacting but I turned a steely gaze on her pretty face and hissed:

"Look here, you dumb cunt, that's not what I was trying to convey to you. I was trying to tell you about the place, the patrons, how different it is from other bars, how mellow it is, how old everyone is, how.."

As it turned out Jewell probably never heard anything after the "dumb cunt" reference because she tackled me to the ground in such a fit of monstrous rage that I found myself restrained inside a straitjacket just mere moments later. How did she do that?? Of course I noticed Mike Raffone gleefully snapping photos from across the room long after I was incapacitated and could do nothing about it. Suffice it to say that he captured every gross indignity that I suffered at Jewell's hands that afternoon: the straitjacket, the leather straps, the wooden paddle, the gigantic ballgag, the probing hands..

Someday I really am going to end up in an insane asylum.

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