Bondage from our early years

Just a few samples of the type of bondage style we did back in the day.  We have evolved from not paying much attention, if at all to what was in the background, to the clean uncluttered look we do today.  From the damsel in distress or DID to a Pinup style.  The Pinup style is a lot harder to do as you have to put some thought into adding props for interest and colour.  

My challenge in upcoming shoots is to combine both styles into something unique.  Add a little more excitement to the art.  Growth...it's all about growth.  

Jennifer and her pal, Red.  Well Red is my pal too actually.  :)

Our first photographer Tea, gets a taste of what it is like on the other side of the camera.  

Officer Jennifer takes her job seriously.  No handcuffs for her.  Noooooo.

A study in frustration.

Bondage Yin and Yang

Our next photo shoot in the works is one I have always wanted to do but until just recently did not have all the pieces of the puzzle to make it happen.  I'm a stickler for realism and a bit of a detail guy and I just do not go for any expression or action from the models that looks fake or contrived.  Sure, we ask for the pouty lip thing and the occasional "oh nos" look but these come easily to the models because they are comfortable and having fun.

For the photo set I have in mind, the right combination of factors had to be there in order to pull this off.  Chemistry...must have the right chemistry.  To do a little girl on girl one needs two girls that like, you guessed it, girls. I was also looking for a more mature look and I have to be careful here.  Two ladies that could well be soccer moms.  I've been around soccer all my life and I find some of the moms hot and yah, I'm finally in a position to make one of my fantasies a reality.  Eat your hearts out.  :)

Suffice to say I have two incredibly hot ladies that fit the bill and are very eager to work together.  I'm eager for them to work together for petes sake and am counting the number of sleeps until shoot day, much like I do when the Christmas season rolls around.  The only difference is, I'm wrapping my presents and not unwrapping.  Note to self...remind the two ladies that I wrap but do not unwrap so negotiating for an on set un-wrapper would be a handy thing to do.

For this shoot I am going to have one model dress in black and white, the other in white and black.  One will be sporting a black waist cincher with all white top, bottom, stockings and shoes.  The other model a cream waist cincher with all black.  One will be blindfolded with black bondage tape, the other gagged with a strip of white cloth.  See but not speak, speak but not see.

Each model will be placed in my signature hogtie and then....told to fly at it.  I just hope my camera guy can keep up is all.  My vision is for elegant, tasteful and highly erotic photography art.  This set will be printed in book form in its entirety and some of the photos may make it onto my website for promotional purposes.  Who am I kidding, I'm going to show some of these photos off for sure so no worries.  The best of the best however will be offered only in print form.  Stay tuned for details.

Cheers!

M  

Anna displays, and quite nicely too, the Uncle M signature hogtie.

The Long Lesson ~ Part 8 of 10

Well, well...looks like things have gone bad to worse.

There was nothing much I could do, being lashed to the chair as severely as I was, but to take my wife's words seriously and try and come up with some sort of plan for my eventual release. Until now I had never realized how boring it can be sitting in a chair with nothing but a wall to look at all day. Sure being tied up was a thrill but its the teasing and the inevitable sex that follows that gets the blood flowing. Making matters worse was the fact that I had long since given up struggling so even that little bit of fun had passed. This was starting to be torture and I was not quite sure I liked it.

I did manage to come up with three different "proposals" for my release and I was confident at least one would win my freedom. Bribery always seemed to work and this was going to be my main weapon in attacking wife’s new found determination and nastiness. Out and out release by her hand in exchange for my benevolent gift or failing that, a steak knife placed in my hands from which I could at least have a fighting chance of sawing my way out of my bondage. Plan C was allowing the condemned man one phone call to entice a close friend over to untie me and preferably a woman friend. This was going to be particularly dicey as there was going to be some explaining to do, by both of us, to this person as to why exactly was I naked and tied to a chair. Hopefully it would not come down to that.

The trick now was to come up with a suitable bribe and as I had nothing but time on my hands it was not long before I had the perfect "gift" for my dear sweet wife. We had talked about booking a last minute flight and winging down to the Napa Valley for a week. As we were both on holidays the thought did occur to us that it would be romantic to take a spur of the moment trip and Napa seemed to my wife as ideal. I on the other hand was resisting Napa and pushing for a fishing camp. A luxury lodge mind you, not somewhere in the bush with a tent and outhouse. My plan was to "relent" and give her the holiday that she wanted. Yes, this would do the trick and I was rather pleased with myself and started to relax in my bondage as I was more than confident I would be free not long after wife came home.

It was dusk before wife finally made it back to the apartment and I could hear her rummaging around for quite awhile before she made an entrance into the room where she had me kept. Wife had that bag of used pantyhose in her and which she dropped at my feet with not so much as a smile. She took out one pair and placed one leg of the pantyhose into the other forming a nylon tube. Wife took a rubber ball that was approximately 2" in diameter (a new purchase I had to assume), placed it halfway inside the nylon stocking and gave it a twirl. I groaned inwardly as wife stood behind me and placed the rubber ball up against my lips.

There was no point in arguing and I opened my mouth wide to accept the gag. Wife worked the gag well into my mouth and made sure the ball was well behind my teeth before she proceeded to wrap the pantyhose tube tightly around my jaw and neck making a very effective gag. Before I could mumble my inevitable protests wife produced a tenser bandage (another recent purchase) and wrapped the entire 10 feet of it over top the ball gag already in place. Wife did an expert job with the tenser bandage pulling it to its maximum and smoothing it out after each and every turn. This was one incredible gag and my mews were barely audible which brought a nasty grin to my wife’s lips.

Wife then took hold of the back of the chair and dragged it with me in it into the kitchen where she positioned me in front of the table, facing the wall. The table was set for two and dinner was prepared. By now I was starving and was getting quite excited at the prospect of being fed my first decent meal in days. Within the hour two plates of a hot delicious meal were placed on the table, one on the place mat in front of me and the other on my wife’s place mat. Wife sat down ate and carried on as nothing what so ever was out of the ordinary. She inquired about my day and if I had given any thought to how in the hell I was going to get untied. Of course all I could do was muummmfffff and glare at her. Wife did think it humorous that there was a meal in front of me that I obviously could not touch and enjoyed my lame struggles and efforts at communication in order to get at least some of that food into my stomach. Wife took her time with dinner, mentioned how sorry she was that I was not hungry enough to figure a way out of my bondage so I could eat and cleaned up.

After dinner my wife pulled my chair away from the kitchen table and turned it so I was looking out into the living room area. She then left to fetch her handbag which on her return placed on the table, adjusted her chair to face mine and took a seat. Wife leaned back in her chair placed her nylon feet on my lap and crossed them. Now, she wanted to know, what had I come up with to get myself untied? She was well aware that all I could do was grunt and mew so I was to answer her yes or no questions with a nod for affirmative or a side ways shake for negative. Simple really.

Before the inquisition could even begin, wife opened her handbag, took out a ticket and threw it down on the table. I was stunned! There was a ticket in her name for a return trip to San Francisco, car rental, hotels the whole shebang. Wife coolly informed me that since I was going to be tied up for the foreseeable future that she might as well go ahead and book the little holiday we had planned. Apparently she had spent her day, and a good deal of my (our) money at a travel agent and looked quite pleased with herself I might add. My heart sank as my negotiating leverage just flew out the window.

My wife stroked my cock with her feet and from the look in her eyes she knew I knew she had me cold. Wife had anticipated my moves and preempted them. My cock was beginning to harden as she asked if I had planned to use one of the steak knives to cut my way out to which I nodded in the affirmative. How was I planning to get said steak knife she asked? She emphatically reiterated that the deal was no help at all from her, and that means none. To empathize her point wife placed the knife on the table right before my eyes and stated there..there is your knife..go for it.

Was I thinking of calling someone perhaps? Again a nod in the affirmative from her poor hapless husband. Again, how was I going to call? Was I expecting her to pick up the phone, dial and hold the receiver to my ear? And even if she did how would I talk gagged as I was? This was all too predictable for her and I had to be a hell of a lot more creative if I expected to be untied before Christmas.

Wife informed me she would be back later on in the evening once these new and very unfortunate developments for me had sunk in. If I came up with a plan that did not involve any bribery, trickery or her assistance I was to nod yes that in fact I had done so and I was to be un-gagged and plead my case. If not............

One hell of a hogtie let me tell you.  

The Long Lesson ~ Part 7 of 10

Things are getting very serious here indeed.

Now we have all heard of stories of spouses tying up their significant other, usually the wife tying up her husband with the promise of sex. Unbeknown to the husband his wife has discovered his adulteress ways, ties him up like a pretzel, gags the hell out of him, finishes everything off with a blindfold, then packs her bags and leaves him. Husband is then rescued by the mistress, usually a co-worker that has cleverly noted her lover boy has not shown up for work these past couple of days and rushes over to release him from his life threatening bondage!

Alas this was not my situation by a long shot, in fact the opposite. It was my wife’s intention to keep me alive and well to teach me the lesson of my life and was in no hurry to let me out of my predicament at all. After a bit of good natured teasing on her part, wife did relent and give her poor suffering husband nourishment. Oh what a fine repast it was! Wife blended up some concoction consisting of porridge, broccoli and every other evil thing she could find to throw into the mixture. A soup that she claimed was "healthy" and contained everything my body needed to keep me fit. Before she fed this vile meal to me through a straw I mused why is it that all that is good for you tastes so bad. Wife answered with a hard stare and held the straw to my to my lips until my lunch was finished which was well over a liter. She must have been in a good mood though as I was given a small cup of orange juice to wash it down with.

A nice face wash and a mouth rinse and I was as fresh as a daisy. At this point a description of how the ropes were affecting my limbs is in order. There was not a crossed or slack rope anywhere at all. The ropes wrapped around my chest were tight and restricted my breathing somewhat. I was fine just as long as I didn't exert myself, as if I could even if I had wanted to. Ropes around my belly holding me to the back of the chair were more an irritant than anything. Gave me the exact same feeling a pair of too tight pants with an elastic waistband would give. Just wanted to go down there and scratch.

My arms were fine but my back was sore between my shoulder blades but not unbearably so. If I was asked what part of my body hurt the most during my ordeal, this would be it. My hands had good circulation and the tingling in my finger tips had long since gone. I have found that initial tingling is common, at least in my case, and soon disappears once the circulation works its way through. Ankles and feet were the same as my hands and wrists. Knees might pose a bit of a problem for me later however as the ropes were pressing tightly against the back of my legs though not all that painful the ropes were as tight as they could get without causing me any permanent damage.

The chair I was so brutally tied to was good, sturdy and a nice piece of furniture. The chair seat had indentations carved into it as butt relief if you can call them that. At any rate it gave a more comfortable seating "experience" than a kitchen table chair would for example. My ass was getting sore but I could just lift one butt check at a time that allowed a tiny bit of relief. Balls, being tied as they were seemed to be having more fun than was allowed and were happy and content in their bondage.

Once wife had finished feeding me my delicious lunch and given me my face wash which was not loving or gentle but more like she was wiping peanut butter and jam from a sticky kid, she sat down on a chair beside me. From her body language and facial expression there was no mistaking that this was "chat time." I had a feeling what was coming so I closed my eyes and concentrated trying to keep from having another untimely erection. Her hand came over and wife grabbed a fist full of hair from the back of my head and demanded that I look at her. She held onto the back of my head for the entire conversation and from time to time pulled hard enough to hurt to emphasize a particular point.

Her very first question to me was how long did I plan on staying tied up. Incredulously I replied that was entirely up to her. After all just what the hell could I do about my situation by myself? Wrong answer. My wife pointed out the following to me which I was made to answer to. Firstly, she pointed out, I readily agreed to be tied up by her and it fact pestered her all week for some bondage play on the weekend. Therefore wife concluded if I had kept my mouth shut and waited for things to unfold as they should I would not be in the pickle I now find myself in. I had no choice but to answer in the affirmative to this. Strike one.

Secondly but of no less importance, wife asked me if I really meant it when I said bondage was not really bondage if you could be released by simply asking. This was also an affirmative as part of the thrill for me was not knowing when I was to be released. Strike two.

Thirdly I was confronted with the fact in spite of being all tied up for what now...40 some hours I had yet to even ask to be untied let alone beg. To top it off wife pointed out, my cock was starting to get hard again so proof positive that this was still a fun time. I argued furiously that this was a setup and I had been warned against speaking out or whining as there was to be dire consequences. I lost the argument. Strike three.

Wife was firm in her conviction that I was not getting any help from her what so ever in regards to my freedom. Whine and bitch all I want but I was to sit right here and think of some other way of getting myself untied. I was to have the rest of the day to think on this....alone. I heard wife leave the apartment and lock the door behind her without a word to me as to where she was going and when she would return.

Wife awaits our dinner guests.

The Long Lesson ~ Part 6 of 10

Is there no end to this torment in sight?  Apparently not.

As my wife was roping me down to the chair I could see that my little plan for spooning her during the night was not going to be an option...not an option at all. However each time wife gave the rope a yank digging it down deep into my flesh, my penis just became that much more erect and full. When wife started in on the ball bondage the feelings in the pit of my stomach were so intense I had to close my eyes and place myself elsewhere or risk a premature ejaculation. This forced plan B was certainly going to be as interesting if not more so than the plan A I had so cleverly formulated in my devious little mind.

Imagine how I felt, bound so tightly and securely that all but the slightest movement was impossible, when my wife let off my load. Pure pleasure to "let me out of these ropes" in a matter of a few seconds. Wife meant business this time and she made no bones about it. All I could do was let out a soft groan as she turned on her heels, flicked off the light, closed the door tightly on me and went into our bedroom.

I could hear the muffled sound of the clock radio coming from the bedroom and knew my wife was laying in bed taking in a good book. This was one of her pleasures and I could clearly picture her in my mind dressed in her short nightie with ankles delicately crossed and engrossed in that thick book of hers. Drove me mad as this is when I love to lay down beside her and massage her feet and legs. Wife usually giggles and pushes me away if my finger tips accidentally on purpose find her sex. This was not to be for me tonight and try as I might, there was nothing more left in me for another erection. My frustrations were mounting by the minute.

Eventually the bedroom became quiet which was an indication, to me bound to a chair at any rate that my wife had finally turned in for the night. Struggling of any sort was an exercise in futility but I continued to do so anyway. In spite of my ball bondage and the ability to press down my feet thereby putting a bit of pleasurable pressure on my nuts, an erection was still a no go. Stupid of me really to probe for a knot, any knot with my fingers. Even if I could find one, which my wife made sure I could not, they were so tight by now that a cutting utensil would definitely be needed once the time came to release me.

As the night wore on boredom was my greatest enemy as there is nothing for the mind to do except flex the odd muscle here and there. I tried getting some sleep but that is more difficult than it seems tied bolt upright in a sitting position to a chair. Perhaps I did dose off for a few moments or even longer but I have no recollection of doing so. Every building has its own unique sounds that seem to be heard only in the dead silence of night and this building was no exception. I said a silent prayer that none of the groans was a small rodent making its way around the room in search for a late night snack. If this was the case I was screwed as you can well imagine.

The birds started chirping well before sunrise and were a welcome distraction. Gradually dark became dawn and a small sliver of sunlight sparkled on the window directly in front of me. I was physically tired and my limbs ached from the tension of the ropes which had imprisoned my arms, wrists, knees and ankles for the past 36 hours now. My balls were sore and tender from being encased in cord, my ass was numb from sitting on it for the last 9 hours or so, I still couldn't get a hard on and I was hungry damn it! To add to my misery this was Sunday and my dear beloved wife loved to sleep in until almost noon on this day. My custom on Sunday's is to get up early, make coffee, read the paper and leave wife well enough alone until she is good and ready to make an appearance. No coffee or paper for me today and I calculated another 5 hours of quality alone time in bondage before wife decided to get out of bed and start her day.

Finally I heard the running of water and knew that my wife was up and about and getting ready for her day. I squirmed in anticipation as I heard footsteps approach the door and my cock started to tingle. Instead of the sound of a turning door knob I heard the refrigerator freezer door open and then slam shut meaning wife had retrieved the coffee canister and was about to brew some java! How I love my coffee in the morning and just the smell of it set my tastes buds into motion. The aroma of toast wafted through the air and delighted my nostrils. My tummy was in full complaint mode and was eagerly awaiting the breakfast that was surly coming.

I waited and waited and waited and then waited some more but no room service this day apparently. Should I call out and risk pissing my wife off or just go for it. Since I was in no condition to defend myself at all I choose to keep quiet and just tough it out until wife decided to show. I could hear wife fumble around with the coffee pot which meant she was pouring a second cup. Question was, is she pouring a refill for herself or a mug for her dear bound husband? The toaster also dinged a second time indicating more toast being toasted.

When my wife finally did make her grand entrance into the second bedroom, sometime after noon that day she was empty handed. I did inquire about breakfast to which she replied, "Oh, did you want breakfast? Why didn't you ask me then?"

So began my second full day of bondage

A Night Of Bondage

Friday, November 26th - 9PM 4453 Hastings St. Burnaby Xcitement and Uncle M Productions are teaming up for A Night of Bondage! Ever wished that you knew how to effectively restrain your partner? Want to learn how to create restrictive and artistic bondage at home? www.pinup-bondage.com Bondage Demonstration - Watch as Uncle M shows off a number of ties ranging from his most basic hogtie to elaborate ties featuring his custom suspension frame! Watch and learn how to tie your partner up at home! A lucky few volunteers may get to experience the kiss of Uncle M's rope! Tickets: Ladies - $5 Gents - $10 Ladies with Gentleman escort - $10 Available at Xcitement @ 4453 Hastings St Burnaby, BC Each ticket holder receives a complementary collectible Uncle M photo card Snacks and drinks will be provided Enter a raffle to win some gorgeous Uncle M photography! Special discount on Xcitement Fetish/Bondage products! Featuring: Fashionable Fetish Apparel by Suzee666 www.suzee666.com Photography by Randall Cosco Photography http://randallcosco.mosaicglobe.com/

Bondage Models - Where do you find them?

Where do I find all these gorgeous women or where are they hiding?  Answer is I find them everywhere and they are hiding in plain sight.  Diamonds in the bottom of a tropical fish tank.  Right there in front of you, just have to know what you are looking for is all.

All of the women that have modeled for me (30+) reside in Metro Vancouver, B.C., Canada.  Vancouver is a large city so good luck finding any of them if you are so inclined.  Not a single one considers herself a "bondage" model but rather a model that enjoys doing a bit of bondage modelling.  The vast majority of these women had never even been tied up before they came to me so all this was a new experience.

Now this may sound a bit arrogant on my part and I make no apologies what so ever if it does.  My models find me and not the other way around, usually by word of mouth.  On occasion a young woman has found my photos on the web and has contacted me to inquire about a shoot with happy results.  Our newest model Gem came to us via that route.  However I much prefer a potential model come to me through somebody that has modeled with us before.  Lets face it, we are doing visuals here, looks count and I'm terrible at looking at an otherwise beautiful woman and telling her that she is not suitable for our style of bondage photography.  My existing models have no such reservations apparently.  :)  Hell, I'm a great guy but take a very lousy photograph.

What attracts all these women to my particular style of bondage is simple.  We have a very strict no nudity, sex or violence policy that is written in stone.  What you see in our photographs is completely consistent with what goes on behind the scenes.  The entire process from the time we first meet until the model is handed the CD with her shoot photos, is entirely professional in every way possible.  Safe, sane and zero hanky panky.  The model gets a wonderful experience (fantasy fulfilled) and hundreds of professorial quality photos of her own to enjoy.

Our entire crew is honest and reliable and we do what we say we are going to do and don't do what we say we are not going to do.  Where does on go to have very high end, classy, erotic bondage photography taken that is completely safe and comfortable?  Women out there that would love the experience but not willing to have photos of themselves public.  A private shoot.  More on that next.

Welcome to Pinup Bondage Blog

As a bit of an introduction, I am Uncle M, the owner and head deviant of Uncle M Productions.  My passion is erotic bondage reminiscent of a by gone era that put the emphasis on the shear sexiness of the bondage and of course ensuing struggle.  Something about a good looking woman, nicely attired and struggling not too unhappily in tight, secure bondage does something for me.  I have always viewed bondage as a form of eroticism to be enjoyed by the person bound as well of course the person(s) viewing the delightful spectacle before them.

Alas, the bondage out there now a days has been high jacked by the porn industry and the mer mention of the word "bondage" in polite society has become a dirty word.  I simply could not find the type of bondage that excited me anywhere on the internet or in print...anywhere.  Just over three years ago I got off my ass and decided to do something about it.

With the help of a young lady and fellow bondage enthusiast by the name of Brandi, our first foray into the erotic world of bondage was launched.  The first site was Brandibondage after our very first model, Brandi.  At the very beginning I laid in stone our policy of no nudity, sex or violence in any of our work what so ever.  No sex toys, whips, crops or anything that suggested violence or disrespect towards women.  Two years into our venture we moved away from the damsel in distress bondage to a Pinup style and branded ourselves as Pinup Bondage by Uncle M Productions.

This blog is intended to give the reader and inside look at just what goes on, in my life anyway, in the running of a bondage web site.  Get into my head and share my pleasures as I give you a blow by blow account of my days.  What exactly goes into a shoot?  Where do your models come from?  Is the bondage real?  (Oh yah, it surely is) Costumes and sets.  Descriptions of hogties, ball-ties, chair ties, suspension, ball gags, cleave gags, shoes, boots, stockings and pantyhose.  Why we do what we do.  The full Monty in other words.

Join me in my travels.....

Cheers!

Uncle M