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Bondage Professionals

Sometimes a few hours with a good bondage professional, expensive though he may be, can be worth several years of psychological counseling. While the therapist listens again and again in a presumably non-judgmental way to you confessing and reconfessing your embarrassing fantasies in an attempt to rid yourself of them, the good professional colludes with you to live those fantasies out and makes you feel less embarrassed for entertaining them at all. He not only shares them with you; he does so from the desired perspective. Then, after a good session where you’ve been given exactly what you desire, you can go back to living your regular life, feeling fulfilled, less alone, and confident that your secrets are as safe as you need them to be.

Hold on to Your Neckties

My posting about gags hit a real chord with many of you; thanks for your comments and emails.

 

I've updated that posting, since my young friend just sent me several pictures of himself gagged the way he likes to be, so I've put them in at the end.

 

And for your Sunday viewing pleasure, here'a a selection of pics I took in Atlanta years ago, with two great guys who had recently become a couple. I used a few from the weekend we spent together only the other day, to illustrate the story My Buddy Matt. But while there was no hint of tenderness in anything that happened in the Matt story, these two guys, Tim and Chuck, had wonderful chemistry together, though Brian was unquestionably the dominant one in their relationship, and Chuck was adoringly submissive.

For Gag Lovers

I apologize for taking more time than I should have to post this piece from a young reader, a university student, who wrote me originally about how he got turned on to bondage thanks to the Walt Disney movie Aladdin (see What Aladdin in Chains Did for Me), and went on to write me about his great love for gags.

 

WHY I LOVE GAGS

 

Gags seem to me the epitome and completion of surrender, total submission and abandon, which is why they are so critically essential for me. The gag is the ultimate device when it comes to fully giving yourself over and experiencing the pleasure of being totally helpless and taken care of. In fact, for me it’s more about being gagged & bound than bound & gagged. 

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - 26

This week got away from me, sorry. But let me make up for it now, with this great new chapter from Eric Tide's memoirs, describing his new term of slavery to his best friend Logan and Logan's brother Dylan.

 

Chapter 26

Weekend at the Lake House

I pulled into Logan and Dylan’s driveway a few minutes before 7:00 the second Friday morning of May. I had been wide awake for hours, unable to sleep anticipating this moment. I was keyed up, the adrenaline surging through my veins.

 

Partly, I was excited because I had gotten my wish to serve as slave again to my best friend Logan and his younger brother Dylan after a three week respite. Partly, I was nervous because, as hard as they were on me the previous six months, I knew this next phase was going to be even harsher. The truth is I was scared to death. 

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - 25 (Part 3)

Chapter 25

Part 3

One on One

 

Later that afternoon, Logan and Dylan’s spirits were up again. They taunted me. Challenged me.

 

I decided to involve them in some friendly competition. I told them they were going to play a game of one-on-one basketball, one point per basket, win by two. The game was to 21. The loser would receive 30 lashes with a belt to be delivered by the winner.

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - 25 (Part 2)

Chapter 25

Part 2

In the Cards

 

All three of us loved games of chance. The agreement was that we would leave it to chance, to a deck of cards, to determine if Logan and Dylan would become my slaves, and if so, for how long.

 

It was Logan who had offered the compromise. We would draw cards. If the brothers’ card was higher, I would become their slave immediately and remain their slave for the next four months, through Labor Day.