Bob Wingate's Blog

How to Ruin a Good Bondage Session

I've been asking almost everyone I meet on line to write me a few paragraphs describing a memorable bondage experience. That's pretty much how Bound & Gagged got started, with people writing me descriptions of their first, best, worst and most memorable experiences, basically as responses to essay questions on a questionnaire I sent them when they applied for membership in the New York Bondage Club, which I'd founded back in 1984. At the time I also took advantage of bondage correspondences I myself and friends of mine had had with potential bondage partners and with bondage partners who'd moved away yet with whom we'd stayed friends (for those of you not old enough to remember, be advised that Bound & Gagged was born in that prehistoric time when people wrote what used to be called letters to each other).

Back Home Again

Back home, after an exhausting and rewarding twelve days in Europe, mostly in Paris. Lee and I did, as usual, lots of sightseeing, which was particularly rewarding for me, since the French choice of footwear is truly a sight worth seeing, infinitely better than what you see in New York these days. Hightop Converse All Stars are all the rage, unfortunately for women as much as for men, but I've learned to avert my eyes quickly from the women and focus on the men, who are often hot as hell.