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A few nice pictures of a guy called Raul to lead you toward Thanksgiving Day. Tomorrow, on Thanksgiving itself, the first part of a new, two-part chapter of Eric Tide's bondage memoirs.
Sometimes it's all about doing unto others and having them do it back unto you. This story appeared in Issue 56 [Jan/Feb 1997]. [Note: These photos, some of which were printed with this story, do not illustrate it exactly, but seem to me to recall the spirit and activities described.]
ICE TRIP ON BLACK LEATHER DAY
CHARLOTTE, NC.—I’ve been worth diddly all day. I had a busy time yesterday, meeting a new friend and sharing a common interest: bondage. For two weeks I’d talked to Jimmy about our likes and dislikes, our fantasies. What we worked out was that we’d meet and then go to another friend of mine’s house. I busily set to planning as much as I could, and I reshaped a few ideas based on calls from Jimmy. Saturday afternoon finally came and found me driving up next to Jimmy’s car. I wasn’t much off in my imaginings about him. His description was thorough and dead on. Jimmy was 6', 180 pounds, green eyes—I have a soft spot for green eyes—and auburn hair and beard, close to my size and age. Time to get things rolling.
My laptop's going into the hospital tomorrow for a thorough checkup, it's been behaving really wierdly lately, one reason for the dearth of postings. I make no promises therefore for any more this week, but thought I'd give you a bunch of great photos of Chuck Taylor and Ryan Wagner I found lying around.
Continue reading "Spanked Chuck Plays with Spreadeagled Ryan" »
Have I ever told you about the greeting card store Bound & Gagged opened in Allentown, PA back in 2004? At the time, small adult companies were having problems keeping their business card privileges with respectable banks, which considered themselves to be less sleazy than porn producers, though I’m pretty sure the contrary was as true then as now. In any case, we were notified by the institution that granted us our account—I believe it was Bank of America, that paragon of impeccable business practices—that they were going to drop us because all our sales were online only. I doubt they made similar threats to Amazon or eBay.
A friend who ran a leather shop in Allentown came up with the suggestion that we open a gift and greeting card shop in the store that had just become vacant next door to his, since no bank could deny merchant privileges to an honest merchant with an actual shop. This seemed to us an excellent idea, and since we had an unemployed friend who was willing to work for next to nothing (which was the amount we could afford to pay), we did. We called the store A Different Eye, a play on the title “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy”, which was a popular TV show at the time.
To make a long story short, A Different Eye, which was more or less a working shop for six months, failed. The friend who was running it was having a nervous breakdown because of problems with his meth-head boyfriend, so he was rarely around to keep the door open. As a result, Bank of America didn’t see the store doing much any credit card business (though we were still doing real well online). And the city of Allentown itself was having a nervous breakdown, unable to get its act together—I think the mayor went to jail for some kind of criminal mischief—even to the point of not getting around to granting us our actual business license until several months after we closed down the business. So adieu, A Different Eye.
Why am I telling you this? Because when A Different Eye shut down, Lee and I found ourselves with thousands of great, mostly gay-oriented greeting cards on our hands, not to mention soaps and lotions and candles and fragrances and rainbow-colored doodads, the bulk of which have spent the last 8 or 9 years sealed in boxes in our barn.
Two weeks ago, we decided to do something about them, like see what’s in the boxes and find a hopefully profitable way to get rid of them. When we did, the first thing we came upon was a big stash of great Christmas cards, and Valentines cards, many really good and funny ones. So we did the reasonable thing: took a deep breath and opened an eBay store which we’re calling —surprise!—A Different Eye! (I still think it’s a pretty good name).
And now for my sales pitch: if you’re looking for Christmas and holiday cards, and will be looking for Valentines cards and birthday cards and any number of different kinds of cards, (and eventually goofy gifts), our cards are all new, unopened, funny if not raunchy, not always gay but often so, and selling at very good prices.
But don’t take my word for it. Check us out yourselves at http://stores.ebay.com/A-Different-Eye.
I'd better warn you in advance, if you're looking for BDSM themes among them, you'll probably be disappointed.
Since we’re a brand new venture, eBay only allows us to list 200 items per month for the first 90 days so if you get the impression we’ve a limited inventory, keep checking in. We've got a whole lot more cards and stuff we'll be putting up little by little.
Here's a bunch of submissions from a reader, for your weekend pleasure. They may not be high-digitally clear, but the photographic softness of the images gives the subject matter a lot of power, it seems to me.
I've received a few stories from readers but am still waiting for replies to questions I've asked about them, so instead of leaving all of you who aren't tied up with nothing to do with your hands, I've reached into my grabbag of B&G stories and pulled one out that I think you'll enjoy. Remember, while I say, and believe, that bondage is the same as it's always been and therefore no bondage story can ever seem old, or get stale, the new world in which that bondage takes place has changed considerably, especially over the last two decades. I'm saying this particularly for young readers who can't imagine a world where computers were big, clunky things that you couldn't carry around with you. The writer of this story was obliged to go to his boss's house to work on his boss's large computer when he wrote me back in 1996, whereas nowadays, unless his boss had come up with a better excuse to get him to his house on weekends, he might have been able to do the boss's work at his own place, on his own laptop or ipad or smart phone, thereby missing an invaluable opportunity to become not only a better lawyer but a happy slave.
This story was published in Issue 56 [Jan/Feb 1997] and was titled:
DIGNIFIED ATTORNEY TEACHES ASS KISSING FUCK LAWYERBOY A LESSON AS BOUND YOUTH LOOKS ON
CHICAGO, IL. I have a million bondage fantasies, but one of them actually got fulfilled last summer.
When I was a law clerk at a large firm on the east coast, one of the partners asked me to do some legal research at night and on weekends, at the law school and his home computer. I was happy for the extra bucks, but it turned into a lot more. Rawley was Mister-Three-Piece, button-down attorney at the office, but at home he’d parade around with nothing on except shorts, with a tee shirt if he felt like dressing up. He knew how to show off his body, and he had to know I was interested. He encouraged me to dress casual at his place after I showed up in my “dress to impress” suit the first time, and thereafter I didn’t wear much either. Rawley is in his late 40’s or early 50’s, handsome, in great shape, with a thick moustache and thick graying hair. I imagined how it would feel if he tied me up for sex.
