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Straitjacketed and Piss Pumped

Here's a bunch of photos of one of our more popular models, Tom Wills, though you might not know from these photos it was Tom if I didn't tell you. This set was featured in one of our online-only issues. I include its opening page.

 

We always enjoyed giving Tom as much abuse as he needed; it was never enough.

Virginian New to Bondage Goes Wild

Friday already! What happened to the week?

Here's a story that appeared in Issue 62 [Jan/Feb 1998]. 

 

THIRTY-SOMETHING VIRGINIAN GOES
BONDAGE WILD IN NORTH CAROLINA

VIRGINIA BEACH, VA. I have been corresponding with someone I met through an advertisement. We both like to switch roles (captor/captive) and share very similar interests in types of bondage (immobilization/near immobilization) and bondage equipment. Though I have some interesting bits and pieces, my friend possesses a big toy box full of equipment (though his sleep sack has yet to arrive). After weeks of planning, we arranged a weekend together, meeting in Charlotte, NC.

 

'Twas the Night Before…

I don't think I've already posted this story, which I received only days after Christmas, 1992, and which I immediately put in Issue 32 (Jan/Feb 1993). I may already have posted the Christmas pictures, which have absolutely nothing to do with the story, but they're so nicely seasonal I just can't help myself from showing them again. As for the other pictures, they may not fit the story exactly, but they're close enough.

 

It Happened One Night (A Christmas Miracle) 

TOP COMES TO DOOR WITHOUT WHIP

 

NEW YORK, NY. I had my first bondage experience last night (Christmas Eve, no less) and couldn’t wait to write you. I’m still a little stiff and sore as I sit at the word processor to write this but it’s a great reminder. After reading your

Bondage in Football Gear

 

 

Here are some exciting photos I recently found, sent in by a reader. We must have used some of them in Bound & Gagged over the years, but others may be new to you.

I've tried to put them in some sort of order, but won't swear that any of it is correct. 

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. 

Memories of Ron

Sometimes I forget how amazing some of the things that people sent me actually were. Take this reminiscence, for example, which was published in Issue 50 (Jan/Feb 1996), and simply titled

 

RON

 

RACINE, WI. Recently, about a month ago, my subconscious allowed a deeply hidden series of events to surface. The whole of what I am about to tell you has been a very painful process to examine, for the first time, since it nearly destroyed me twenty five years ago. The strange thing is, that what happened then has been deep at the root of my sexual fantasies ever since. I sometimes think that I am too old to ever experience it again although I have a strong desire to replay and continue that part of my past as I had once hoped it would have gone back then.

Houdini Wannabes

I don't know about you younger guys, but many of us who were turned on by bondage before magazines like Bound & Gagged and then the internet came along, found a respectable role model for our interests in the person of the almost mythical escape artist Harry Houdini (1874-1926), who got himself tied up and chained up and straitjacketed—and freed himself from those restraints—to popular acclaim, long before even we were born. Houdini gave a certain respectablity to being tied up, and any kid who wasn't too ashamed of his desires ever to let his parents know about them might easily and openly play escape games in his own home with his friends, even while his mother was somewhere in the house. Lots of kids were Houdini wannabes.

I don't know if there are many (or any) professional escape artists still around—they used to be popular at county fairs; on the other hand, I don't know if there are many county fairs still around—but here's the story of one of them. He sent it to me in 1994 and it was published in Issue 44. 

 

MY LIFE AS AN ESCAPE ARTIST

ESCONDIDO, CA. I’ve enjoyed reading your magazine for several years now and finally got around to writing down some of my own experiences which I believe your readers might find interesting. I began my career as an escape artist when I was about ten after seeing the movie “Houdini” with Tony Curtis. In it there is a great scene in which Tony and several other volunteers are challenged to escape from brown leather straight jackets. The movie is a bit hokie, but that scene really got my heart pounding—I knew then that I wanted to get tied up like that!

Straitjacketed and Piss Pumped

Here's a nice sequence I just came across for your weekend viewing pleasure. It's Tom Wills again, though unless I told you, you probably wouldn't know it. Then again, his dick might always give him away.