Sunday night is bondage night, right here in New York Fuckin City

If you have never been to the New York Bondage Club, you should definitely go and check it out. They meet every Sunday night.
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Sunday night is bondage night, right here in New York Fuckin City

If you have never been to the New York Bondage Club, you should definitely go and check it out. They meet every Sunday night.
Click here for further details.
After he listened to my recent podcast over at the No Safe Word site, Metalbond reader Jamie sent in some personal recollections of James Bond (of blessed memory), The New York Bondage Club, Serious Male Bondage, and other reminiscences.
First, here is a picture of some of James Bond’s handiwork:

Jamie Writes,
Hey Metal,
I enjoyed your interview on No Safe Word. I met Tony and Mikey through Mark and Dale at Serious Male Bondage. It is funny how interconnected the community is. Dan Savage was interviewed on No Safe Word a while back. Anyway the reason for this, I just did an entry for my private journal that I wanted to share with you, as you were the inspiration.
Private Journal entry:
This morning I was tickled to see the Donlean cartoon I had e-mailed to my friend “Metal” posted on his website. This cartoon I can so relate to; as about the only way I can be truly relaxed it to be restrained. That way I don’t have guilt for not working: it is not my fault!
Anyway, on Metal’s site he had a link to his interview on the podcast, “No Safe Word.” I do enjoy this podcast. I’m acquainted with Daddy Tony and his boy, Mikey, two of the podcast hosts, through friends in San Francisco. I listened to the podcast as I typed out my journal entry for today. In Metal’s interview he mentioned “James Bond,” a good friend who passed away in 2011. I’ve never really documented how this man literally changed my life. Now I will.
James Bond was a bondage enthusiast and photographer. He provided a lot of the photography work for the magazine Bound and Gagged. I used to pick up this magazine at Rochester Custom Leathers back in the 1980s and 1990s.
It was in January 1998 in the dead of winter that I got my Gateway computer. I was living with Joe awaiting my transfer to Tuscaloosa, AL. I figured how my down time would be as good a time as any to join the computer age. Joe had been on-line for about a year. He would be my mentor.
Looking back, it almost seems like this all transpired back in the dark ages. Joe had an extra AOL disk, so I was able to get online without too much trouble. I can still hear the dial-up phone noises! Like everyone on AOL, I had multiple profiles: a regular profile and my “slut” one for the fun gay sites and chatrooms.
It was through a members profile search under my slut profile I located James Bond. (Does AOL still have profiles and chatrooms? I have not been an AOL member for many years.) I contacted James, and he invited me to stop by anytime to his New Jersey home.
James and I made arrangements to get together. I was to arrive on a Thursday night and then head out early Saturday morning. We met at a diner not far from Jim’s house, where we had dinner together and got to feel each other out. We returned to his place and I was like a kid in a candy store. In no time at all he had me in tight, comfortable, inescapable rope bondage.
That Friday afternoon I was laced onto his bondage board unable to move with a tight leather hood. I can still feel the total immobilization with the exception of my hooded head. The leather gag was inserted and buckled on, and then my eyes were covered. Rope slowly but firmly pulled my head back to the board so I could not move at all and was pretty much totally sensory deprived. This boy was flying!
In the evening Jim drove us into the city for the meeting of the New York Bondage Club. At this period of time the club met at Jay’s Hangout, which was located in the basement of the old Anvil. If I’m remembering right, this location was around 10th Ave and 14th St.
I saw this hot man entering the club wearing a Hellfire Jacket. I had to meet him. I went right up and introduced myself. His name was Bob, and things instantly clicked. He introduced me to his friend Eric, who was a manager of the leather store on Christopher St. I told Eric the story of how I was locked into a puppy cage there back in December 1993. Eric informed me that he was the one who locked me in that night!
As the night progressed, Bob took me places I never knew existed. He told me I should consider attending the Delta Run in September. He said I was a natural for the club.
As the year progressed I hemmed and hawed about attending the run. It was kind of at the last minute in early August I contacted Bob to see if I there were any openings. He got me a last minute invite. I sent in the check, and booked a flight.
Delta opened an entirely new perspective into my life. I was able to make a great new circle of friends with mutual interests.
I could write for days how intertwined my friend connections are through that initial Delta Run back in 1998.
Louis, whom I met at the 2002 run, was instrumental in getting me to sign up to go to college in 2003 through my work. He also got me into hiking with him on the Appalachian Trail. Through Louis I met his friends and connections in San Francisco. I feel a real sense of pride whenever I see myself in one of the banner ads for Serious Male Bondage. That is me on the left:
Through my friend connections I can definitely say my life has been drastically changed for the better.
It was after I retired Harold talked me into running for the Delta Board. I was elected and served two three-year terms. The club only exists to put on yearly “runs.” Not long into my tenure I was thrown into a situation whereby I was forced to act and respond in ways I never had before. Talk about a growing experience. Through my work on the board I’ve gained the confidence to not shy away responsibility when I know I can make a difference.
It was through that initial meeting of James Bond that forces went to work to reshape my life as I had known it. From Metal’s interview, it sounded like he had a similar experience. I’m sure James Bond never thought about what an influence he had upon my life. He lived his life fully, and he is sorely missed. I’m writing this out so he will never be forgotten, at least not by me.
Metal would like to thank Jamie for writing this!
To read more about James Bond, click here and here. To hear the podcast, click here.
Do you have personal recollections about something you might like to share? You can get in touch with me via the email address in the About tab.
These images are from the vast library of material available from Bob Wingate, editor and publisher of the great Bound And Gagged magazine:

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.

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

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.
Meanwhile over at the New York Bondage Club, there are extended hours for Sunday Nov 11 – Veteran’s Weekend from 7pm – 2am — and if you wear military gear you can get in for half price.

Click for the New York Bondage Club
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.
Here are some “vintage” bondage pictures, taken by the late James Bond:

The last shot was taken at J’s Hangout, where the New York Bondage Club met for many years.
You can see much more of James Bond at Bob Wingate Blog and Rubberzone