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Here's a bunch of nice photos I'm pretty sure I've never posted here.

Insatiable Bottom

This great story, which appeared in Bound & Gagged Issue 61 (Nov/Dec 1997), was published, with some of the photos used here, under the appetizing if lengthy title:

 

INSATIABLE BOTTOM SWOONS TO SMELL
USED JOCKSTRAP PRESSED TO FACE BY SPANDEX HOOD

NEW YORK, NY. I have masturbated to images of myself bound and gagged in various ways from full body mummification to hooded, naked servitude. Unfortunately, I have had only a handful of actual bondage experiences. I am a handsome, white male of Italian ancestry, in my early thirties with a good body, humor and pleasing smile. The few experiences I have had have left me begging, quite literally, for more.

Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 6

No particular order for the majority of these photos, with the exception of the first group.

A Special Fetish

Though my own personal fetishes run to feet and footwear, I've seldom encountered a fetish I couldn't relate to. Over the years a number of readers have admitted to a fetish for sweaters and blankets and all things wool. I've never had such a fetish myself, but rereading this account, which appeared in Issue 58 of Bound & Gagged [May/June 1997] I can certainly understand its appeal.

 

TIED IN THE WOOL

 

 

AN AMERICAN IN TAIWAN. I first discovered that I liked bondage when I was a kid. Another boy in my neighborhood, Dusty, was a couple of years older than me, but sometimes we would hang out together. There was a forest called Sherwood Forest that we would play Robin Hood in, and we had many trails and lean-to huts.

Lost Bondage Stories - 32

Two items from my unpublished book, the first a response to the NYBC membership application I sent guys who wrote for information, the second the substance of two letters from a cute Danish guy who responded to the ad about the club, and with whom I then got together.

 

Three Bondage Scenes, and a Fantasy

 

I haven't had a “most” satisfying bondage experience, since each scene, unless it’s a total dud, has something different and memorable about it:

 

An executive, bound hand and foot but standing so he couldn’t move at all, totally dressed, gagged with a bandanna in his mouth, being slowly jerked off by me. He was very hot and excited, but couldn’t move or he’d fall over. Suddenly, with a moan he began to shoot; I let go of his cock and stepped back to watch the come spurting like gunfire.

Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 5

Unlike the majority of photos in the last batch I posted, these show extreme bondage in very heavy gear. The curious thing is that they were among the first photos I ever received from a reader of Bound & Gagged. They came within the first few years of publication, when the magazine was still coming out in digest size, long before most people imagine such heavy bondage was being done by anyone. I've published some if not all of these in the past, but now I'll post them all. I've tried to put them in order, with limited success. 

Bondage Photos from the B&G Files - 4

There's something appealing to me about the light bondage in the first of these reader-submitted photos, like tentative steps of people cautiously embarking on their first bondage adventures—a little different from the inescapable pics at the end.

Bondage Revenge on an Irritating Mascot

Rereading this story the other day, I found it even better than I remembered it. It was first published in Issue 58 [May/June 1997].                          

 

HOWIE MAKEM: REVENGE ON THE MASCOT

                                                           

SOUTH CAROLINA. I’m writing in response to a recent article published in your fantastic magazine, in which a college football mascot got himself kidnapped and bound & gagged during a game. He ended his hot letter by writing, “More guys in mascot suits should be kidnapped, bound and gagged. Don’t you agree?” The answer is yes! Reading that is what led me to sit down and type this letter to you, because I know another guy in a mascot suit who was all tied up. While your writer sounds like a nice guy, the guy I know was an asshole who deserved what he got! I’ve never shared this with anyone outside my little circle of friends, but it’s all true.