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Bound And Gagged magazine

These images are from the vast library of material available from Bob Wingate, editor and publisher of the great Bound And Gagged magazine:

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I remember when I first started getting Bound and Gagged magazine in the mail. It was digest-sized and arrived every other month in a plain brown envelope. Getting a new issue was an EVENT for me. This was before the Internet. I was living in Texas at the time, and I would read each issue, cover to cover, including all the personal ads. It was very exciting.

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Eventually the magazine got full sized, and then they later added color pictures.

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One of the many things I remember reading about on the pages of Bound And Gagged magazine was that there was a CLUB in New York City where you could go and get tied up! Fucking hot! So, when I moved to New York in 1992, I went to the New York Bondage Club as soon as I could, and guess who I met there? Bound And Gagged photographer James Bond, accompanied by Bound And Gagged editor Bob Wingate!!!

The two of them stripped me naked, blindfolded me and tied me down to a floating bondage table, where I was jerked off for the next three hours by lots of different, anonymous men! What an initiation.

I had lunch last week with Bob, and I told him this story. He of course does not remember this meeting, but for me it was a huge event at the time.

Through the Bound And Gagged personal ads I later met Alan, and we hit it off famously and remain friends to this day.

Thank heavens for Bound And Gagged!

Bob tells me that the Bound And Gagged crew will be taking a booth at this year’s IML event in Chicago, so watch for him there. You can also see more of the Bound And Gagged archives, including stories and tons and tons of pictures, at Bob Wingate’s Blog. You can also purchase back issues (hard copies) of the magazine by clicking here. Get them while they still last, as these back issues are quickly becoming rare collectors items.

James Bondage

I heard today the sad news that Jim Boyd of New Jersey, aka “James Bond” / “James Bondage” has passed away.

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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.

Mentalbond

So I had another session with Neil the Erotic Hypnotist, and I have been meaning to write about it. (If you missed the posting on my FIRST erotic hypno session with Neil, click here.) Neil knows how to use hypnosis for bondage and control. This time, we decided to start at my place and then take the action to the New York Bondage Club for some play in public. It turned out to be a memorable evening.

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Neil came over late on a Sunday afternoon, and we spent some time discussing the various goings-on in our lives, some of the mutual friends and acquaintances we have and our respective workout routines (Neil spends a lot of time in the gym, and it shows).  We also talked about New York City real estate. That’s because whenever two or more New Yorkers get together for any reason, under any circumstances, the conversation always, inevitably, touches on real estate at some point. It is an un-alterable law of nature, just like that of gravity.

Anyway, after our catching up on a social level, we decided it was time for me to go into a trance under Neil’s guidance, to be prepped with triggers for our visit a bit later to the Bondage Club. The focus of our play was again to be on bondage and control, without the use of restraints.

Neil had me lie back on my futon and get comfortable. I had darkened the room. The air conditioning was on, making the temperature pleasant. The phone ringers were turned off. The key was for me to relax, to listen to Neil’s voice as he coached me to let myself fall into a deep, almost dreamlike state of consciousness. I remember he told me at one point, after I had closed my eyes and started to drift away, that my right arm was light as a helium balloon. I did sense that my arm started to rise up off the futon, as it if really were lighter than air. It was an interesting feeling.

Neil also gave me several mental triggers that he planed to use on me later. One of them, “cuffs,” meant that I was to clasp my hands tightly behind my back as if they were cuffed, until he gave the “release” command. Another trigger, “statue,” meant that I was to remain frozen in place, unable to move, until released. He also gave me a command called “grab,” which meant that I would grab onto an object and not let go. He also gave me commands to feel “horny” and “sensitive.”

After Neil brought me out of the trance, he tested the triggers on me in my apartment, and, satisfied that they were working, we departed my place and headed for the Bondage Club. When we got there, I stripped down to just my boots and gave Neil all of my clothes to put in his backpack.

I’ve been going to the New York Bondage Club for many years, even way back when they met at J’s, and I know that some nights there are better than others. The club this particular night had an interesting crowd and a nice vibe.

One of the first things Neil did was get my hands “restrained” behind my back using the “cuffs” command. With my hands behind my back, we walked around the club and viewed some of the other scenes that were playing out. To me, it felt like my hands really were restrained, just as if they were tightly tied with rope or leather. They did not budge as we wandered about.

We weren’t the only ones playing, of course. There was a fit young man getting tied down with actual restraints on his back with his ass up in the air. Another dude with a large dick was tied inside a cage, then tickled and tormented. In another area of the club, a guy was giving erotic massages. At one point Neil had me “cuffed” around a post while we watched a particularly interesting scene, and during this time I was rock hard. He also took me over to the bondage chair the NYBC has built into a wall and had me sit down, feet firmly planted on the floor, and he ordered me to “grab” the rings so that my arms were splayed out in a wide spread eagle. Normally at the Bondage Club, a man would be TIED into such a position. But, with hypnosis, Neil was able to have me restrained here without the use of any ropes or cuffs. He kept me like that for quite a while, and it was interesting to watch the reactions of some of the other club-goers as they walked by and witnessed the situation I was in.

Later, after we had played for a while and got a bit more relaxed, we showed some of the other guys there, including several of the regulars, what we were doing. Many of these other guys were intrigued and asked some interesting questions. Mike, who runs the Bondage Club and who has seen me engage in lots and lots of play there over the years involving lots of equipment taken out of my gear bag, was impressed that I was tied up mentally, without actual physical restraints.

One thing I definitely noticed at the Bondage Club is that I seemed to respond more to the triggers involving physical restraint and control, rather than to the commands involving the way I was to feel or to perceive sensations. For example, I really did feel that my hands were actually locked behind my back for stretches of time. In fact, when Mike tried to pull my wrists apart to test this, he was unable to. My arms were securely locked behind my back. The triggers also worked very well when Neil had me grab those rings in the wall and stay that way — I was like that a long time, well past the point at which holding the position became uncomfortable.

But when Neil gave the commands to make me feel “horny” or that my skin would be “sensitive,” I can’t really say with certainty that these sorts of commands had much effect.

Maybe this is more because I enjoyed being ordered around by a hot, muscular guy, rather than I was under the effects of hypnosis. I’m not really sure. And it’s also what makes me wonder about the effectiveness of hypnosis itself. Upon discussing the session later with Neil, he insisted that the hypnotic restraints were in no way voluntary.

“It’s true that you had no problem keeping your hands behind your back, but you also didn’t have much of a choice,” Neil told me in a follow-up email. “I know that with hypnosis it’s often hard to tell the difference, since the conscious mind has a tendency to rationalize things,” he said.

I guess Neil might say he created an undeniable force for me — something akin to gravity.

Nevertheless, no matter what Neil says, and no matter how hot all this was, and despite everything I have read recently on the topic of hypnosis, I must admit that I am STILL a little skeptical of it all. Maybe I just need to experience more hypnosis sessions, as I understand it does take practice to go into deeper trances.

The bottom line is that I am glad that Neil and I had this new session — and I am definitely curious enough to do more of this type of play in the future. Next time, perhaps, we can focus on other forms of control, like getting me to exercise longer and harder at the gym. Neil tells me this type of control is another of his specialties.

To learn more about Neil, you can visit his personal website by clicking on his picture, directly below:

Neil the Erotic Hypnotist