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Here's a bunch of reader-sublitted pics I hadn't seen in forever. Their pre-digital quality may not be great, but I think you'll agree that the subject-matter is.

Well Trussed Turkey

 

Some get to eat the turkey on Thanksgiving day, some get to be the turkey. This well-trussed turkey story appeared in Issue 49 of Bound & Gagged (Nov/Dec 1995). Eat hearty!

 

NOVICE BOTTOM TRUSSED TIGHTER THAN TURKEY ON THANKSGIVING DAY

 

SAULT STE MARIE, MI. It was Thanksgiving day. I had been visiting with my new found top for two days now. The past couple of days were exciting for me with excellent bondage but my top was just getting a good feel for what my limitations were and what were great turn ons for me. I wanted to get the most out of my experiences before coming to my ultimate climax.

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Two short pieces from my unpublished Bound & Gagged manuscript.

 

“INSIDE WAS A SET OF INSTRUCTIONS & SOME EQUIPMENT”

 

Of my favorite experiences, one was when I answered an ad in The Advocate looking for a bondage bottom. When I arrived, the door was left open for me. On a table inside was a set of instructions & some equipment. I was instructed to strip & leave my clothes on the side — I then was to put on a collar which was attached to a chain leash hanging in a doorway. After that, I put on a leather gag & blindfold & finally cuffed my hands behind my back & waited.

Brandon Bucked and Gagged

Being "Bucked and Gagged" was, I'm told, a punishment meted out to both southern and northern soldiers during the Civil War. I first saw a picture of it myself in a book about the French Foreign Legion, since it seems to have been a punishment for legionnaires as well, and the French called it the crapaud, or toad, position. Well, a rose by any other name… and as positions go, it's a good one—especially when your balls are being racked at the same time—as our insatiable model Brandon found out. (I'm not sure if I've already posted these photos here; I can't find them. One way or another, I think they're hot, and always worth a second run.)

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Three short pieces from the newly found book manuscript, perfect to help make the week go by. I realize I haven't yet posted Lost Stories 16 or 17 yet, but will, soon.

 

GIVES SEMINAR WITH BUTT PLUG UP ASS

I really can't remember all the details of my first bondage experience but I remember being tied up then royally fucked. The Guy used belts and ties, then blindfolded me with a handkerchief once trust was established. It showed me that my fantasy was not all that weird, and gave me a chance to find out for myself what it was like to be a man's sex slave and to be disciplined. It was so good for me that I just wanted to get further into it.

A Bunch of Bondage Photos

Here's a bunch of submissions to one of our earliest photo contests. In black and white, which I kind of like. I won't try and put them in any particular order.

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No photos accompany the two pieces that make up this selection of the book I intended to publish before I changed my mind and decided to put out Bound & Gagged instead. The first consists of memories of childhood awakenings and experiences, and I never put photos with those. The second describes a very complicated outdoor self-bondage experience that only an artist could illustrate, and I have no artist to call on. 

 

As always when I offer self-bondage experiences, I feel obliged to remind readers that DIY-bondage is one of the most dangerous forms of bondage there is, and not to use anything I post or publish as a how-to guide. Self-bondage is mostly performed in isolated conditions by people without partners not only to tie them up but to release them later if they can't release themselves, which has been known to happen when even failsafes fail. In the same way that I urge you to tell a friend where you're going and with whom when you go to be tied up by someone you don't know well, I also urge you to tell a friend with a key to your place if you're doing it at home, or a knowledge of the geography of the area if you're doing it outside, before you go off on a self bondage adventure. That way, at least, if your friend doesn't hear from you in a stipulated amount of time, he can come and help you himself if he lives nearby or at least call for help if he lives far away.

 

"I SCARED MY BUDDY HALF TO DEATH WITH MY YELLS"

 

As a very young kid, I was pretty much a “loner” and recall having only one real buddie that I ran around with all the time. We lived in the suburbs of a fair size city which was not overly developed and offered many secluded wooded areas which were great for play. We had a special spot up on the hill with a grassy base, some good climbing trees and many small ones, with trunks under 4" in diameter.

Trapeze Suspension in Atlanta

A reader wrote me a few weeks ago asking if I'd posted my trapeze suspension photos on the blog, and where he could find them. I know I did post some of them, but I have no idea when, and it would take me longer to find them than simply to repost them—along with a bunch more that I know I've never posted or published, starting with the very beginning of that scene. It was done in Atlanta, in the waning years of the last century, at a dungeon space called The Sanctuary of the Dark Angel, which I don't believe exists anymore. Lee and I had gone to Atlanta, his home town, where, as guests of Jack and Tom Stice, we found ourselves tying up beautiful guys all over the place, later filling a whole fraternity issue with the photos, our main reason for that particular trip (we'd been offered a stableful of hot boys who were only too eager to get tied up and paddled). 

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A lot of very intelligent people can't spell worth a damn, and I've always made it a point not to correct misspellings unless they're obviously typos, since they add to a story's authenticity. I would remind younger readers that the world this writer was writing about, the world he and all the rest of us lived in, was very different from the world today. This story must have been sent me around 1986, when I was putting this book together—dark, pre-internet and very early mainstream bondage days.

 

FROM OUR MAN IN THE NORTHEAST:

 

1. "THERE WAS THIS GOD DRESSED IN BLACK LEATHER"

 

Living in a relitivly small city like Portland, Maine, you tend to see the same people day after day. I was always running into this 6' god at very public places. He was handsome, hairy and hung. The first moment I saw him I wanted to have sex with him but the situation never presented itself, in fact he rarely talked to me except to say hi once and awile. I would always choke and become very nervious and thus not be able to continue the conversation past hello. He probibly thought that I was some sort of idiot.

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Two short pieces from the book I intended to publish before I started Bound & Gagged. I'm pretty sure I never printed these in the magazine.

 

"MY PLAYMATES ALL GOT TIED UP INDEFINITELY"

 

I have been interested in bondage since I was 5 years old without realizing the sexual implication of the whole experience. I just knew I enjoy tying men up. My first awareness of this interest was probably associated with my viewing a lot of western or Tarzan movies, where in most instances the leading men were either captured or in some form of bondage. I always thought that men wrapped up in ropes or chains are rather attractive, most especially if they are struggling, sweating and straining.

Marine Strings Up and Beats Slave Buddy

About a year before Clinton instituted his Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy for the military, I got a letter from a Marine in Florida named Matt, telling me that he and his buddy TJ would be coming to New York for a week on leave, and that they’d like to do a photo shoot for Bound & Gagged. Who on earth could have refused such an offer? Not me.

 

They arrived a few weeks later, promptly when Matt had said they would, at 10 AM, and stayed the day. Matt was very outgoing, sure of himself, talkative. TJ was quiet, unassertive; he said little. There was no question of who was the top and who the bottom. But over the course of the