Check out what happened a few years back. at the Folsom Street fair in San Francisco:
Pictures from Mr S
Check out what happened a few years back. at the Folsom Street fair in San Francisco:
Pictures from Mr S
Now that is it safe to dine out again, don’t forget to bring your handcuffs!
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Title of this video: Restaurant Bondage
The leather community has lost a kind-hearted Old Guard Master.
Mr. Bratman was a true bondage enthusiast who dished out plenty of restraints, discipline and protocol — and lots and lots of love. He grew up in Baltimore and lived in New York City and San Francisco before moving to North Carolina, where he frequently hosted play parties at his facility.
“He died peacefully of complications from his heart condition. He was alert and socially active up until the end,” wrote Dan in an email.
Richter says there will likely be a memorial in the fall.
I spent an entire week with Mr. Bratman in San Francisco back in the early 1990s. He took me out in public every day with a fresh mohawk and a VERY big collar. The picture of myself in front of my then-employer’s corporate headquarters that I posted recently, was taken by Mr. Bratman on that visit! Each night it was a different form of bondage. I’ll never forget those experiences.
I am sharing this with love and respect for Mr. Bratman. There will never be another like him.
— Metal, June 9, 2021
By Rubrpig
When I was in my teens, I spent a lot of time cruising the web and one night I discovered a website devoted to men wearing straitjackets. My cock got rock hard as I clicked from one image to another of men tightly strapped into heavy straitjackets.
One image really got to me and that was a very muscular man tightly strapped into a gleaming black leather straitjacket. The jacket was heavily padded and featured straps to make sure he could not raise his arms or shift his biceps. The jacket also had straps that passed between his legs highlighting the bulge in the tight jeans he wore. I copied that image and spent many hours jacketing off staring at that image.
I finished up my college years by being a star lineman on the football team. I had shot up during my teen years and filled out my frame in the gym getting worked over by the strength coaches for the team. By the time they were done with me I was a 6’4” slab of hard muscle. My abs were heavily defined and my pecs jutting out from my torso. The heads of the sorority girls turned when my buds and I walked past them but I did not party as I was focused on my studies and the team.
Here’s a photo flashback from 1997, when I visited San Francisco as a bondage slave! I was wearing a leather collar, a pair of locking leather chastity shorts, and sporting a fresh Mohawk! We thought it would be fun to take this daring picture in front of the SF headquarters of the company I worked for at the time. This was on a weekday during business hours.
In a pre-pandemic video available from Serious Male Bondage, RubCop visits Wicked Grounds in a full bondage suit while being rolled in on a vertical wheelchair! It’s a scene that can only take place in a place like San Francisco!
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When you go out to breakfast, always remember to bring handcuffs!
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