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Bound in a Stairwell

The first of these photos were taken in the stairwell of our office by one of my assistants, hopefully after hours, since the stairs were used regularly by other offices in the building. The model's name was John Francis.

The (Bondage) Wages of Sin

Sometimes bondage dreams really do come true, and the punishment for a sin like theft is as good as one could ever have hoped for. This story appeared in Issue 60 [Sept/Oct 1997]. The artwork was by Sean.

 

ACTOR TARPED & TAPED FOR STEALING HOUSEPAINTER’S SWEATRAG

 

NEW YORK CITY. Bandannas, plastic bags, duct tape and breath control. Just the mere mention of these items sends me into fits of uncontrollable erotic excitement (you know, the kind of excitement that makes you walk funny!!!). The only way to heighten the thrill is to add a huge, hairy, bearded, leather-clad daddy who is gagging me with the bandanna, wrapping me tightly in sheets of plastic secured with duct tape, and then fucking me up the ass while making me beg for air. Of course this scenario has always been a dream—a dream I thought was unique to me and me alone until I found my first issue of Bound & Gagged.

Lost Bondage Stories - 36

Fantasies, first experiences, best experiences, even worst experiences… That's what I asked people to write about when they joined the NYBC. Many of us had only fantasies to write about, so few having had any real experiences, at least as adults. All that seems to have changed now. Or has it? How many of us out there continue to dream of getting tied up and used, and remain afraid to act on our desires?

 

BOTTOM SHOWS EARLY TALENT FOR PUSHINESS

 

In one of my favorite fantasies, I am used as a horse. Properly harnessed and with bit in place, I am ridden around by my top. Inserted in my ass is a combined dildo-penis whip, giving the effect of having a tail. At several points I am bridled, and put up for inspection/sale to other horse owners, each of whom uses a riding crop to examine me, my ass, chest and back being most inspected. Eventually, the dildo is removed, my top’s cock is inserted, and I am fucked/ridden till we both come.

Remembrance of IMLs Past (Cont'd)

My friend Dart was always a favorite model of mine. At the Bound & Gagged Night at Chicago's Leatherneck Bar many years ago, we had no hesitation "volunteering" Dart for a haircut, and chronicling every moment of it.

Remembrance of IMLs Past

Memorial Day Weekend is IML Weekend. No better time than to remember past IMLs. At this one, which happened 15 years ago or so, we did a Bound & Gagged Night at the Leatherneck Bar. The bar had great equipment, and we spent a bunch of happy hours tying up friends and volunteers, and even taking advantage of the helplessness of some of them to give them haircuts!

Lost Bondage Stories - 35

While going through my early New York Bondage Club documents recently, I discovered it was the creation of an NYBC correspondence club back in 1985 or 1986 that got me started putting together a book of the experiences new members told me about in their questionnaires. I'd forgotten exactly what it was that had prompted me to put that manuscript together, and there it all was, talked about in The Spread Eagle, the monthly newsletter I put out for club members.

 

The questionnaires asked aspiring NYBC members to write about their first experiences, their best experiences, worst experiences and favorite fantasies, exactly as Bound & Gagged would continue to do throughout its existence, and as I continue to do today, with qualified success, for this blog. (Anyone reading this care to write me about theirs?)

 

Rereading a lot of the entries in the manuscript in light of the sophistication and wealth of experience of so many young bondage "players" today, I'm a little touched by the innocence of many of my early writers, and struck by how little actual experience so many of them had had, as a result of which they often only had fantasies to talk about. 

 

By the way, if anyone wonders what happened to "Chapter" 34, it was posted on May 8th without the "Lost Bondage Stories" heading, and simply titled "An Initiation."

 

“I WAS MADE TO BE TIED, GAGGED AND PLAYED WITH”

 

I was always fascinated seeing men bound and gagged as a child. As I grew older I realized I wanted to be the one tied, bound and gagged. Now that I am into the scene I cannot be bound and gagged enough, and am having difficulty finding men who like having someone bound and gagged at their disposal.

Tom Wills in My Dungeon - 3

I had a lot of fun turning Tom into a pup. For his part, he didn't mind the transformation either.

Tom Wills in My Dungeon - 2

Tom hogtied was one of the prettiest sights in Pennsylvania that day. As was the sight of him hoisted in the air and gently swinging.

Tom Wills in My Dungeon - 1

These photos are a nostalgia trip for me, since my green dungeon exists no more. As Lee and I prepare to sell our wonderful Bucks County property and make it more buyer-friendly (actually, more than prepare: a "For Sale" sign went up this week), we've been obliged to turn the dungeon—which first started life as a chicken house—into an office/cottage/artist's studio, putting in windows and painting the dark walls apricot light, and ripping out and replacing that familiar, wonderfully stained green rug. The photos that follow (and will continue to follow tomorrow and Sunday) were taken the day Tom Wills came to visit.

Bound and Spanked

Every once in a while I come across a great story I'd completely forgotten. Like this one, which appeared in Issue 58 (May/June 1997).

 

YOUTHS BOUND & SPANKED FOR MISHANDLING TOILET PAPER

 

QUEENS, NY. I feel like I’m writing to an old friend, because Bound & Gagged is such a large part of my life. I guess my favorite personal bondage experience happened when I was around 17, when my brother and I got into trouble and got tied up and spanked by a neighbor and his roommate. Of course I didn’t know much about men and lovers at the time.

Dungeon Wall

Here are some pics I myself haven't seen in a long time. The guy's name was Tom White. He was hot.

An Initiation

I'm getting bored just numbering those segments from that recently discovered bondage manuscript I had locked away in a box, so have decided to give this piece a title instead of a number. Rereading the original intro I gave this story (below) I begin to wonder if what I put together was actually intended as a book, or if I wasn't just putting stories into a form that I meant to use for the magazine sooner or later, after which I forgot to use most of them—not that I needed them, for once B&G started publishing, stories came pouring in. I wish my memory about this manuscript was better, but give me a break, it was compiled about 30 years ago, and a lot has happened since then.

 

INITIATION INTO A HIGH SCHOOL LETTER SOCIETY

 

[The bondage in the high school initiation mentioned in the two letters below is little more than incidental. Even so, it’s good enough, for my money, for the sexual imagination to work with. Besides which, it should be obvious by now that the editor gets off on stories about initiations, so if they have any bondage in them at all, they stand a good chance of getting printed.]

 

1.

 

We had official initiations during school periods, but there was also an unofficial session which was not acknowledged by the members, coaches, or school officials. It took place on a weekend camping trip which was traditional for the lettermen and “new members” to take. Since it was not an official function, no advisors or coaches were there. Although called a weekend camping and canoe trip it traditionally took place during the spring break. The new members, present team captains, and senior members were the ones who went.

Lost Bondage Stories - 33

Not all bondage experiences are satisfying ones, as the first story attests. But even the bad ones can be informative for both tops and bottoms. 

 

VANILLA IN LEATHER CLOTHES

 

It is true that although I’ve had only 3 bondage experiences, I have phantasized for years. It is my formost sexual desire, and I never have a sexual phantasy without some form of bondage, torture, humiliation, degradation in it. My own shyness has prevented me from exploring too far and my real experiences have been disappointing. An example would be, I would contact someone through an ad and if we met they were never true Masters. I mean not even play Masters — they were only using the leather Master B&D scene as a device to get fucked — vanilla in leather clothes, if you know what I mean. Of course sexual contact is very much a part of the scene but there was no real bondage, submission, where the slave is punished, humiliated, made to admit his place, made to serve. I like that type of drawn out scene. No "Wham, Bam, thank you, Sir," for me.

Bondage Sleeve Session

Bondage sleeves pulled tight behind the back are supposedly easier for women to take than men. Boys may be more flexible, but most mature men's bodies just aren't made for their arms to be pulled back tightly behind them. For my own part, on the few occasions I was put in sleeves and bound that way, I always found the things painfully unpleasant after just a few minutes. But Mike Westerly was keen to try them, and assured us he could wear them without complaining or asking to be released for at least an hour—which was a challenge we couldn't resist. He won the bet and got, for his pains, the session he'd just had—and our congratulations.

More Bondage for Real

A few months ago I posted a story about a truly nonconsensual bondage experience, the writer having been a victim of a robbery. The following wonderful piece came in only yesterday, inspired, as this writer says, by my request in that post for readers to tell me about any non-voluntary bondage experiences they may have had. 

 

I have been hesitant to tell my “Real Thing” story for fear people would make fun of it but I think I’m ready. I am very interested in true crime stories where guys end up bound and gagged for real. You had a story a while back of a guy who found his dad bound and gagged. I reread it a hundred times (and jerked off about as many) because it was similar to my own experience.