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Aqua
By Marknorth
I laughed the first time someone called them aquariums. I had always thought of them as display cases but, since the occupants were alive, I guess “aquarium” fit better. I wouldn’t have argued too much anyway, I never wanted to offend any of my clientele – especially in the VIP rooms.
Caged – a true story
By Paul
Hi Metal, I thought I’d share this with ya, something you might enjoy. I’ve recently just came home from a vacation in Los Angeles and while there I got to experience some cage time. Not much, granted, but some.
The first was at the Rough Trade store, they have a cage at the bottom of the stairs on the ground floor, and I was able to sit into this. WOW!! What a rush!! Once the door was closed over (it wasn’t locked), and I could take in the whole environment, I found it a very thrilling and very arousing experience.
James Bondage
I heard today the sad news that Jim Boyd of New Jersey, aka “James Bond” / “James Bondage” has passed away.
Jim was one of the first men to ever tie me up. The year was 1992, and I was a young kid who had just moved to New York City to explore his interest in bondage and kink. That naturally led me to the New York Bondage Club, which met Friday nights at J’s Hangout at the time. On my very first visit, I met Bob Wingate, editor and publisher of Bound and Gagged magazine, and “James Bond,” who was a photographer for Bound and Gagged. Having been a longtime reader (and beater offer) of Bound and Gagged when I lived in much smaller towns Michigan and Texas, I was thrilled to meet these two bondage celebrities in person.
When Jim and Bob asked me if I wanted to be tied up, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! They proceeded to rope me down to a floating bondage board, and they kept me tied down for the next two or three hours. It was a fantastic initiation to the Bondage Club! It’s no surprise, after that hot experience, that I became a regular at the Bondage Club, attending almost every Friday night for years.
At the start of each meeting, Jim would gather all the men in a large circle around the pool table, and he would get everyone to introduce himself and tell the group what he was into and what he was looking for that night. Then, every single week, after everyone had said something, Jim would utter his immortal phrase, “OK men, it’s time to pair off and sniff armpits” … and then the fun would begin.
To read even more about Jim and see some of his pictures, keep an eye on Bob Wingate’s Blog.
Metal would like to thank Max Cita for the picture above.
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Dream Boy Bondage
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Long-distance 48-hour lockup
Long-distance 48-hour lockup
An illustrated adventure by Marknorth
A blogger buddy and I have been emailing for a long time (and a few phone calls) – and we discussed the idea of some long-distance lock-ups and were finally able to make it happen. About a week and a half ago he mailed me a box that I was not to open until he told me to. The plan was to hook up on live video (yahoo messenger) and take it from there.
We set last Friday as the date and he sent me an email beforehand telling me that he wanted me in my orange prisoner uniform, black boots, leather ankle cuffs (locked on and with a short chain locked between them) when I logged on. At that time I would open the box and see where it went from there.
As I was getting ready, I was excited and nervous – I had no idea what was in the box – it wasn’t very big, but it was heavy. I was thinking some heavy handcuffs or something.
When we logged in, it was a one way video chat. I could hear him, but not see him (on purpose – he wanted me to be under surveillance, not being able to see my captor).
He made me show him that I was dressed as directed and that the ankle cuffs were locked on. Once he was satisfied, he told me to open the box – I had to do it so he could see that it had not already been opened.
It was a heavy, short chain and a large brass combination lock (4 digits). He ordered me to place the chain around my neck and set the links so that it was tight (no way to pull it up over my head) – then he ordered me to close the lock. I did it immediately – really without thinking – and I was fucked. It was a heavy chain and lock – would have been a bitch to cut off. And I just locked it on myself without the combination – by a guy that I really didn’t know and who was a thousand miles away!
I was locked up in the chain at about 8:30 pm on Friday.
He gave me a set of tasks that I had to complete to earn the digits to the combination. Each successful task would earn one digit. I needed to be free by the end of Sunday so I was really worried that I wouldn’t get them done – or that he would fuck me over and not give me the combo.
At first I thought it wouldn’t be that bad – but I was wrong. I thought that I would be able to just unlock the chain between the ankle cuffs – but he had thought of that. Randomly throughout the entire weekend he did “cell checks.” I received an email from him with orders to write something on a piece of paper, take a pic showing the ankle restraints and chain, and email it to him within 10 minutes. Sounds like a lot of time, but it isn’t – especially if you don’t catch the email right away. I was basically chained to my computer the whole weekend. If I didn’t get the pic to him in time – additional time would be added to the collar being locked-on or I was given some other punishment.
The damn chain was really heavy and started to make my neck sore early Saturday. By Sunday morning it really was starting to hurt. I was scared by late Saturday that he had some worse crap in mind, so I offered to accept something more restrictive so that I would ensure that he would give me the combo on Sunday night. Of course he took me up on that – and added locking wrist restraints, locked to the collar chain by another short chain. The added weight and movement of my arms made the collar even worse.
By noon on Sunday I had earned the combination – although I wasn’t going to get it emailed until later – which I already knew. He gave me reprieve from the rest of the restraints at 2:00 – the collar still locked on. BUT the final set of instructions came regarding the release.
I had to go out in public and take my picture – with the collar and padlock visible – at a landmark in town. It is a small town – so I was scared shitless that I would be seen. I did it in front of the post office sign, but had to scramble back in my truck twice as people stopped to get their mail (the PO boxes are accessible 24/7).
Finally I got the pics to him and he was satisfied. I got the combination at the 48-hour point and was able to remove the damn collar. My neck was sore for several days – but my dick is still hard.
What a ride! I can’t believe that I did that to myself – I was truly imprisoned in my house and to the computer. It was, however, exhilarating.
Metal would like to thank Marknorth for sharing this latest adventure!