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Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua - 2

JOSHUA

Chapter 2

I was half asleep in my lounge chair when the late night knock came at my door. I knew exactly who it was. I switched on the porch light and invited Joshua in, but he pushed past me and ordered me to get the ropes. He was all business.

Another Eric Tide chapter coming up

I'll almost certainly post it tomorrow or Saturday.

Eric Tide's Bondage Memoirs - Joshua - 1

After a silence of over a year and a half, Eric just sent me the first chapter of a new work he wrote, describing his long bondage relationship with a young man named Joshua. He wondered if I had any photos to use with the story. The ones I include were the best I could find at short notice. As with many stories published over the years in Bound & Gagged, the ones I use here are intended more to accompany the story than to illustrate it.

JOSHUA

Chapter 1

 

When I first met Joshua, he was eighteen and I was ten years older, but we both looked younger than our true ages. Despite his youth, he had been around the block a few times and was quite experienced with bondage. It didn’t take me long to figure that out. I prefer to keep the details private about how we came to know each other. What’s important is that I agreed to let him own me whenever he wanted.

It wasn't a long break, but…

The day after I said I was taking a leave of absence (and thanks to all of you who've been emailing me with kind words), I got the first chapter of a new story by Eric Tide. I know that Eric continued submitting to the brothers Logan and Dylan, or at any rate to one of them, until he was well into his thirties, but his new series (and it seems to be a series, since he calls what he sent me Chapter 1) was with somebody else entirely, a top in his late teens named Joshua, whom Eric met when he himself was in his late twenties. 

 

I'll be posting the first chapter of Joshua in the next few days, after Eric replies to some questions I've sent him, and I'll post subsequent chapters as they come in, but apart from those, I'll lie quiet a lot of the time, unless any of you out there send me stories or pics or thoughts you'd like me to post.

 

One reader asked about model releases. Best way is for those of you who'd like to send me photos to write me at [email protected] asking for one. Just put "Model Release" on the subject line. I'll send you the model release by return email.

 

The more you send me, the more I'll post.

 

 

 

 

Winter Doldrums

I've been so involved in a civic uproar in my New York neighborhood these days that I haven't posted anything here all week, something I only realized last night with a shock.

 

Thinking about what I might post today, which I did as I lay awake much of the night, led me to wonder if this blog hasn't run its course, or if I'm not giving you what you want. I still get over 1,000 hits a day, but with one or two exceptions I hear from no one, and writing into the void has become disheartening.

 

Maybe it's just the winter doldrums, but I'm going to suspend posting old Bound & Gagged stories and photos on this blog for the next month or so, after which we'll see. I'll gladly publish your thoughts on bondage or your bondage experiences or your bondage photos if you email them to me (the photos with releases) during the hiatus. But until spring is on the way, or you come clamoring to give me a good reason to keep posting regularly, I'm taking a vacation.

 

 

 

Bob

 

 

 

 

 

Sweet Williams Chairtied

As promised yesterday:

Sweet Williams Hogtied

I'm pretty sure I've never posted these particular photos of Sweet Williams before. They were taken on a beautiful sunny afternoon in Silverlake, which is either part of L.A. or a suburb of it, I've never been altogether sure. 

 

Apologies for darkness and fuzziness. These pics were almost certainly taken with my little one-shot camera. Similar, far clearer pics must have been taken by Greg Lenzman, who was with me that day, but I don't have time to go looking for them now.

Bondage Buddies - 2

Here's the second part of yesterday's bondage buddies story. Remember, this was written in 1990, and the straight Republican the writer mentions at the beginning was a very different breed from the strange species that calls itself Republican nowadays.

 

Sunny Afternoon

I’m sitting here, gagged and bare feet tied, shamelessly watching (gazing, ogling, drooling over, staring at) my sunbathing hunk neighbor across the street. A pleasure to watch, though terminally straight and Republican, this guy never seems to wear a shirt or shoes from April through October. Every neighborhood should have at least one. His body is built to be tied up and worshipped/adored, and his mouth is meant to be gagged and gagged often. I’ve fantasized about Doug and me talking/kidnapping/bribing/coercing him into a life as our own bondage slaveboy—body shaved, branded, tit-clamped, leather plug-gagged and chained to my wall. Ahem. I’m not writing to talk about him (if anything like that happens, I’ll be thunderstruck happy and you’ll be the third to know), but seeing him bronze his beautiful right-wing bod leads into the other bondage incident with Doug and me that I wanted to report.

Bondage Buddies - 1

Another story from my box of unpublished material. Two stories, actually, since I'll post the second episode tomorrow. The postmarked date is August 29, 1990, and it is a warm weather story, true, but pleasant reading on a gray winter day.

 

After Softball

ST LOUIS, MO. Softball and tennis are the only jockish things I force my thirtysomething body to endure. I play on a softball team of fellow loony musicians. One Saturday, my friend Doug showed up at the game to cheer us on, and he invited himself back to my place to celebrate our glorious victory.