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Sleep Over Bondage Shoot

Anna discusses the "Sleep over" bondage shoot.

There is one requirement I have when it comes to being tied up in rope – it must be comfortable!  Girl has to be able to relax while participating in bondage or it just isn’t as much fun.  That being said, it should not be surprised that the sleepover photo shoot was among my favorites.  I mean, how many times in a model’s life will she be able to lie down on a comfortable bed, be snuggled by multiple stuffed animals, and wear pajamas?  For someone who is almost constantly sleep-deprived and tired like me, this shoot was absolute heaven.  In addition, this particular shoot was just too cute to be true – a little girl decked out in pink and surrounded by stuffed animals?  I’d go for it!

I have to say that, for me, hogties are by far the most comfortable, especially when it is on a very comfortable surface, like a bed.  As I settled into the pink sea of fleece blankets in my pink kitten-print pajamas, I was content to just fall asleep right there.  Actually, the hardest part was probably trying to stay awake and not doze off.  Round and round the ropes went, and when Uncle M was done tying, I felt as snug as a bug in a rug.  Well, a rug of rope and fleece that is.  I struggled a bit for the camera, but probably a lot less than

I usually do just because it was very comfortable just lying on my stomach hogtied, and really, it was more comic for the “victim” of rope bondage to fall asleep because she was just too comfortable.  Of course, through the careful arrangement of the multitude of stuffed animals present, I think little Anna was attacked and tied up by her overly cute stuffed animals because she snuggled them too much.

When the video camera went on though, it was time to do a bit more struggling.  My motive for the clip was to struggle for bit, give up (because it’s Uncle M’s rope work and there’s no way I can get out of it anyways), and then snuggle a stuffed animal and sleep.  And this was exactly what happened.  If you watch the clip carefully, you will see where I gave up wriggling and straining, and simply snuggled my sheep to sleep.  Poor sheep – I had no hands (obviously) to pull it towards me, and so it now has bite marks on it wool. 

As a side note, I think that there is something of glamour in flannel pajamas – the ease and solidity of the cut, the fit that tends to be just a tad bigger than a well-fitted suit, and the multitude of colors and patterns one can indulge in.  There is also the contradiction in flannel pajamas when it comes to glamour – although it would never be considered as appropriate work or even casual wear clothing, I have yet to find another piece of clothing that complements a woman as well, provided one does not pick a size three times bigger than what is needed.  Flannel pajamas aren’t as provocative as a crafty negligee or a satin slip, but they scream sexy and comfortable at the same time, which, in my mind, gives them more points than just being sexy alone.

 Photo from the sleep over photo shoot.  Anna had a heck of a time persuading her stuffed animals to leave the comfort of the pillows and join her.  

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 5 of 10

From the frying pan into the fire.  Oh dear.

Being inside and tied under the table I was at least able to tell what time it was and judge how long I had been in this very intense bondage my wife had so thoughtfully and lovingly placed me in. I must admit that I was getting a bit of a thrill in spite of aches and pains that were starting to have an adverse affect, watching my wife get on with her business while acting as if I did not exist.

My wife turned off the TV a little after 10:00 that evening and sauntered the few steps over to the kitchen where I still lay not having dared move an inch from where she had kicked me hours before. Sitting cross legged on the floor she inquired as to my well being, was I in any pain, did I have to pee and most importantly was I having fun. Yes I was in some pain actually as the back of my knees in particular were screaming from being pulled up so tightly for so long. No I did not have to pee as I had been given only enough liquid to rehydrate and yes I had to sheepishly admit, I was still having a bit of fun. There was no hiding the correct answer to question number 3 because as she asked it wife grabbed me by my wrists and rolled me over on my side only to expose a very firm hard on.

At this point I was given two options, stay the way I was until at least the next morning or worm my way over to the second bedroom where she would untie my wrists from my ankles and let me spend the night there. Option two had great appeal as it would offer me relief in my legs and the opportunity to at least spend the night on a carpeted surface. It was my plan once "unhogtied" as we liked to put it, to bide my time until wife had gone to bed then make my way to our bedroom and snake into my soft bed and snuggle up to a nice warm body for the night. My choice being made, wife stood up and announced she was going to take a bath and I had until she was ready for bed to complete my journey.

The distance from the kitchen table to the second bedroom was not any more than 30 feet or so and that was well inside the room and not just to the threshold. I had managed to make it across a room in past while hogtied with minimal effort. However this time I was in a considerably stricter bondage than I have ever been and the task was proving to more difficult than I had imagined. Sweat was pouring from my brow before I even made it out from under the table, across the five feet or so of kitchen linoleum and onto the living room carpet. My breathing was labored and I was forced to lay on my belly for several minutes to gather up the strength to continue.

Progress across the carpet to my final destination was agonizingly slow and painful and I worked damn hard for every inch. It wasn't until the thought occurred to me to try and roll myself that i started to really make some time. What I did was roll onto my right side and then with a heave, rock onto my belly and let my momentum carry me onto my left side and then right over onto my back. Of course being on my back hurt but the relativity fast pace I found myself on was a small price to pay. Maneuvering tightly tied body through the door and into the room was more than a bit of a challenge, but I persevered and I finally made it. Exhausted but home at last.

Now my wife usually takes a full hour to bath and prepare herself for bed and tonight was no exception. There before my eyes were her dainty feet right on schedule! Wife took a pair of scissors and cut the several knots that were holding the rope binding my wrists to my ankles. It took her more time than I thought necessary to unwind the rope but at long last my legs tasted a bit of freedom. The relief to at long last stretch my aching leg muscles was beyond words and an euphoria swept over my entire body. Gawd it felt good. Now for a couple of hours of well needed rest and I could put my plan in motion.

My wife had other plans for me alas. Wife had used 50 feet of rope to tie me up with originally, a 50 foot coil cut into lengths for ease of handling. I had purchased three of these coils and tucked the other two, still in the packaging away in a drawer. These two coils of rope were unceremoniously dropped on the floor in front of my face...minus the packaging. It wasn't long before I discovered exactly what my wife had in store for me.

I was asked, no ordered, to get up on my feet. My wife got hold of my arms by ropes binding my elbows together, helped me up and guided me to a chair. The chair was made entirely of wood and had horizontal rungs along the bottom between the four legs and a straight narrow back with vertical slats. In other words the perfect bondage chair. My arms were pulled up behind my back then placed over the back of the chair as I lowered myself down to a sitting position. Wife told me to get comfortable as she bent down, picked up one of the coils of rope then smoothed it out straight.

What came next was the most intense and complete bondage I had ever experienced or have ever since. I was to become one with that chair, pressed in so tight that a slip of paper would not slide in between flesh and wood. Wife took the first coil of rope and doubled it in two forming a larks head at one end. She then fastened the rope to the front bottom rung of the chair by feeding the end through the larks head. This left her a doubled rope 25 feet in length. Wife wrapped several turns of the rope between my ankle cinching and then behind the rung bringing my ankles up tight against the rung. The end of the rope was passed though each loop forming a knot after each and ever turn and my wife ensured that she pulled tight after each turn so that all slack disappeared.

The ankle to chair bondage took up only a few feet of the rope which left her with plenty. Rope was then brought up and tied around my knees above the existing knee ropes and pulled to tight that it dug deeply into my flesh. Wife then took the rope and looped it around the top of the right front chair leg, pulled and knotted it and then over my legs to the opposite leg where it was tied off. She had approximately 10 feet of rope left and the end was brought across my lap and tied off to the back right leg then across in the same direction and tied off to the front left leg. The rope was then placed across my legs at the knees and tied off to the front right leg and then across diagonally and finished off at the back left leg. This effectively lashed my lap down to the chair with criss cross ropes and they were tight.

Wife picked up the second and last coil of rope and as before smoothed it out and doubled it in two. This time the rope was fastened to the outer most vertical slat that was the back of the chair and drawn across my chest and around the back of the chair over my arms just above my elbow ropes. Wife used half of the rope to wrap my upper body and arms to the back of the chair. How she ever got the end of the rope to go between my arms and the back of the chair to cinch it up is beyond me but she did. To get as tight a job as possible my wife placed one foot up against my upper arms and held on the rope with both hands so tightly her knuckles turned white. My chest and arms were tied to the chair back so tightly I had some trouble breathing and could only take short breaths. The remainder of the rope was used to fasten my waist and lower arms to the chair back and was tied off just as securely as my upper body. The rope that had been used to keep me hogtied was wrapped around by wrist cinching and pulled down and tied off to the bottom back chair rung. My wife pulled down hard that if my waist was not tied as it was to the back of the chair my ass would have been pulled right off the seat.

She was not done yet. We had some cord laying around the apartment that was taken from an old blind set that we kept in a junk drawer that just so happened to be in the desk beside me. Wife retrieved the cord, dropped it on my lap and knelt down in front of me. What she did next was to intricately bind my balls. She made a slip knot and tightened it around the base of my sack snuggly but not over tight. The cord was then wrapped in a figure eight around both my balls until they were nicely "tied up". Wife was careful to ensure the cord did not touch the base of my penis, just my balls. The left over cord was then brought down my lap between my legs and down to my big toes. My two toes were the tied and cinched together completing the job.

Now by this time I had a raging hard on and though my plans of sneaking into bed with my wife were now dashed, this wasn't going to be so bad after all. At least I had that nice frustrated feeling and could live like this at least until morning. Wife had other ideas. The fingers of one hand curled around my throbbing cock and gently squeezed. This was the second time my wife had masturbated me and the fun quickly drained from me. Now I REALLY wanted to be untied and wife knew it. Before she left me alone in the dark for my second night I was warned that any noise what so ever that disturbed her sleep and I would find myself abandoned.

Obviously not me tied to the chair in this photograph but you get the idea.  

The Long Lesson ~ Part 3 of 10

Things are not looking all that good....wifey seems serious this time.  Ut oh.


I couldn't believe that my wife had actually gone and left me naked, gagged and hogtied out for what was for all intense and purposes public display. Sure I was on our little apartment balcony but it offered precious little protection from anybody that decided to take a walk along the public area. And I knew for a fact that there was a direct line of site from several of the adjoining units directly down onto our first floor deck. The thought did occur to me to squirm over to a corner of the deck right up against the wall but who was I kidding, there was no place to hide what so ever.

My struggles for freedom had long been abandoned and I resigned myself to my fate. My wife had left me no reference for time and in situations like this boredom usually sets in. Not this time however. I was acutely aware of every rustle of the bushes that lined the back public area, every car that passed by and even the voices coming from the school yard across the street. No, especially aware of the voices coming from any direction!

The warm air was doing a fine job of drying the wet from not only my body but the ropes that were so tightly wrapped around my limbs. Over time I could feel the cotton clothesline increases its grip little by little until I felt as if my wrists and ankles in particular were encased in cement. The pressure on my elbows and knees increased slightly as well but not enough to cause me any more discomfort than I was already in. There was defiantly going to be some severe rope marks after my ordeal finally comes to an end which will have to be dealt with in one way or another.

I could get a glimpse of the sun and estimated it was around noon time which meant I had spent the better part of three hours alone and out for display on the balcony. Truth be known this gave me a perverse sense of pleasure and I was once again hard as a rock. Add the butterflies churning in my belly and the pain from the ropes cutting into my skin was a secondary sensation that I could very well live with.

Finally I heard the sliding glass door open and recognized my wife's bare feet stepping out and standing directly in front of my face. She has beautiful tiny feet with well manicured nails and is one of her many physical features that I find attractive...and she knows it. With some difficulty I managed to roll over onto my side and look up into her face and what I saw send shivers up and then right back down my spine. During our bondage and sex games in past she always gave me this bemused look and delighted in my predicament. Not this time however. Her look was not angry or emotionless but stern and very serious. The same expression one would have on their face when looking at a dog that had just made a deposit on a prized area rug. Unfortunately for me, this had the effect of making my cock even harder and I could feel ejaculate dripping from the tip of my penis. This apparently was not good in my wife’s eyes and as I discovered much later, prolonged my bondage considerably.

My wife then asked if I was having fun which was more of a statement than a question. Being gagged as I was my reply was nothing more than a grunt and this seemed to infuriate her even more. Wife then placed a foot on my shoulder and with more force than was necessary rolled me over onto my back then re-positioned her foot and applied most of her weight on the center of my chest. I groaned in agony as the pressure from my body intensified the pain I was experiencing on my wrists and ankles. This hurt like hell and my wife knew it but did not let up a bit on the pressure.

It wasn't until my eyes started to swell with pain that she let up, bent down over me and with her face right up to mine told me that this was not supposed to be fun and was to teach me what it was like to be really tied up. My wife knew me all too well and was fully aware that I did not consider it to be true bondage if all one needed to be untied was simply ask to be untied. All to often in past I had left my wife tied up just a little too long after the act of sex and I had to surmise this was her way of letting me know what it felt like to be tied up past the "best before date." With her face still in mine my wife reached down, grabbed my cock and squeezed. My reaction was immediate and ejaculate was squirted right up my belly with such force that it reached all the way to my chest.

The message was unmistakable. I was to suffer. Wife turned and left me in my bondage for the rest of the day and that was the last I saw or heard from her until well after the sun had set.

Could this be the balcony in the story?  Nah...but it sure looks the same.  

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/

How Tight Is Your Bondage?

In a word, very.  I like realism, or to be more accurate, insist on realism in my bondage art and believe me when I say, once my models are tied they stay tied.  Gagging someone effectively is a lot harder than you would think but I do my best on that score as well.

My preferred rope is a very inexpensive 3/8" diameter cotton clothesline I purchase in 200 ' bundles for something under 20 bucks, taxes in.  That works out to 10 cents a foot which makes it very affordable.  I'm not pimping the retailer here, but the only place I can find this particular rope in my city is Dom Depot.  I have found through experimentation over the years that while cotton clothesline will leave delicious rope marks, (the girls proudly sport them btw) they don't last long and I have never had an issue with burns of any sort which is not the case with some other types of rope.

I also find this type of rope soft and flexible enough that I can use lots of it (up to 200' + on a single tie), the slack can easily be pulled right out of the bondage making things very secure and a nice tight knot can be had.  A knot so tight in fact that if you are not careful will require safety scissors to cut off.  No slack what so ever and a tight out of reach knot holding everything in place makes for a lovely bondage experience indeed.

If there is a drawback to using cotton clothesline, it's when it comes to suspension.  Not at all suitable as it will not only stretch, but being so thin can cut right into the models flesh.  You can find some examples in my gallery of suspension bondage using the cotton rope true.  However of all the rope choices out there for suspension, I would put cotton clothesline one step above twine.  In fact, if suspension is your thing, do yourself a favor and take lessons.

When I rig a model, neatness is paramount.  Neat and careful rigging looks as tight as it is.  Sloppy work with crossed ropes, loose ends etc. even though tight, just has that loose look about it.  Amateurish as opposed to deliciously devilish and deviously professional.  Part of the appeal of being tied up is the attention given to the person on the receiving end.  To a woman it's the journey, to a man it's the destination and that is where and how things get screwed up.

I'm going somewhere here folks and this is important.  Bondage, to a woman is all about being tied up and lusted after.  Don't you dare touch her, especially in her private regions, once she is bound and helpless.  She is where she wants to be.  For a man, bondage is a means to an end, the end being sex.  Not what the lady wants thank you very much.  Think on that.

Cheers!

M

Meeting a Bondage Models Mom

Sorry about being absent from the blog thing for the past couple of days, I was busy with bondage business and stuff.  We are putting together a Pinup Bondage event for November 26th, details to follow, which is keeping Gem and I occupied.  My good friend Jennifer had a birthday bash last Thursday which was a barrel of kinky fun.  Wardrobe business with Sisi on Friday and we are moving ahead very nicely on building a first class selection of clothing for our models. And last but not least, my wife was off from work Thursday and Friday and I couldn't get near the computer to blog even if I did have the time.

Now, what's all this about meeting a bondage models mom eh?  Lets make a few things clear here right off the bat.  I'm not referred to as "Uncle" for no reason.  Sounds better than "Dad" and way better than "dirty old man" as most of these attractive women that model for me are young enough to be my daughters.  The bondage aside, I treat each and every one of these young ladies as I would my own daughter or niece.  I've become a bit of a father figure to some of them in fact, which is a role I cherish.

I have met the mothers of two of my models in the past year (I will not say which models) and found them both to be lively conventionalist's, full of life and very, very proud of their daughters.  To be given the opportunity to even meet with a models mommy, let alone spend time with them especially after being introduced as, "Mom, this is Uncle M, the man that ties me up." brings a tear to my eye.  A word of advise fellas.  If this ever happens to you, make damn sure you look mom square in the eyes and as the commercial says, never, ever let her see you sweat.  Try not to stammer either.

My first mommy encounter was at a photo shoot if you can believe it.  I was shooting a dark haired bendy model and her friend on the same day Miss dark haired model mom was in, visiting from out of town.  "Would it be OK if mom came along and watched the photo shoot?"  Hard to say no and I didn't.  The morning of the shoot I picked up my model, her friend that was going to model along side her and of course mom.  It was a good 45 minute drive to the shoot location so we all had our favorite caffeine fixes along with us for the ride.  So far so good.

Along the way I was playing tour guide and as I pointing out landmarks, the young friend of bendy model suddenly asked what high school I went to as a kid and when did I graduate.  I saw no reason to withhold that information, so I told her.  Turns out I went to school with her mom.  Oh dear.  My tea latte dribbled down my chin and landed on my lap at that bit of news. It gets better.  It was at that point that mom called me a pervert.  She had me cold.  Not a leg to stand on.  I had a look in the rear view mirror and caught miss bendy smirking, throughly enjoying my discomfort and wondering aloud how I was going to deal with that stain on my pants.   

Once we all got settled in at location (this was an all day shoot) things went very smoothly indeed.  Mom fit right in, nestled into the couch and spent some quality time with her daughter.  All in all a lot of fun.  Mom and a few other family members received framed prints from the shoot for Christmas that year from a loving daughter.

Moral of the story, keep your nose clean, be honest and the rest takes care of itself.

Cheers!

M

  



    

Photo CD's in the Works

Running a bondage production company is not unlike any other company that produces goods for sale in a retail market.  You have research and development, manufacturer or production and sales and marketing.  Uncle M Productions has just entered its fourth year in business and up until now, our efforts have been primarily focused on developing our unique style of bondage and building up quite an inventory of high quality photos in the process.

Uncle M Productions has a solid reputation of approaching the business of erotic bondage photography in a professional manner.  A no nonsense, safe, sane place where an attractive woman can participate in creating world class erotic bondage photography art.  We have developed a system that allows us to be efficient yet creative at the same time.  Our little crew can take a woman that has never modeled or been in bondage before in her life, with short notice, and turn her into a work of art, Pinup Bondage style.

Brandi, Helen, Anna, Miss Morta, Ravenas, Sisi, Diana, Donita, Ichigo and now Gem form our core and of late, expanding group of models.  Of this group, some may have done a bit of modelling previously, but none had ever been in bondage much less photographed bound.  Posing sexily while in tight restrictive bondage is harder than you might think and at the end of a shoot day, we are all exhausted.

This leads us to production, sales and marketing.  If I could do all this for free then I could afford to throw it all out there and simply ask for donations to show the love.  As shocking as this may sound, creating this type of high end art is costly.  Web site maintenance and hosting alone is but a small fraction of the budget and over the course of a year adds up.  I'm a big boy and I'm not whining here, just telling you the reality of the business is all.

The good news is there are a multitude of avenues available to get our delicious bondage art to a wanting audience.  Membership on our website, in the first month gives access to well over 6000 photos in 230 plus galleries, short video clips of the girls in motion or as much motion as the bondage allows, behind the scenes comments and insider information.  Hours and hours of perverse fun.  Second month of membership opens up the download gallery.  We do not archive our work so for the grand sum of 40 bucks you get three years of work.  The same collection of art that I have in other words.  I must be crazy.

Coffee table books are now available.  We have glossy cards on high quality paper for sale in bundles of 5.  Prints, autographed and framed can be found in private collections and in select stores.  Shortly, our coffee table books will be available on a CD with some bonus stuff thrown in for good measure.  Just in time for Christmas.  :)

Autographed prints, collector cards, Pinup & Steampunk coffee table books can be found at:
X-citement Video.  Ask for Gem, our newest model to Pinup Bondage.  She has a smoking hot print of herself in some pretty fine bondage.  That photo shoot of Gem is this weeks feature over at Pinup Bondage.  Just saying.  :)

 Lovely Ravenas all set for a busy day in the display window.

Let's Talk Bondage Model

I would like to make and important point here regarding the women that model for Pinup Bondage and Uncle M Productions.  Not one of them should be considered a "bondage" model, but rather a model that does some bondage.  What I look for in a model is someone that can pull off the pinup look first and would enjoy some good bondage second.

Attitude is also very big with me and I don't care how good looking a potential model is or how much she enjoys bondage and wants in, a crappy attitude excludes the candidate in a heart beat.  Bubbles, I want bubbles.  Sparkling eyes, a ready smile and a sense of humor go a long way and come across in the photos big time.  No self centered prima donna's please.

My plan is to write a little about each member of my model posse and today *eenie, meenie, miney, moe* is our newest member, Gem.  Few of my models use their real names on the Pinup Bondage web site and Gem is no exception.  Hell, I don't use my real name and where did "Uncle M" come from anyway?  Long story, maybe later.

For those of you that are unaware, I have set a little trap to capture potential models and Gem fell right into it.  I'm a cunning bastard and noooooooo, I'm not going to give away the secrets of the trap.  Took me years to refine my little "where to find hot chicks to tie up method" and I'm not sharing with the unwashed masses.  "You poo head M." Yes and thank you for noticing.

Gem passed the entire interview process with flying colours and found herself hogtied, gagged and displayed in front of a room full of appreciative friends and models of Pinup Bondage about a month ago.  First time tied too and was the evenings raffle prize.  Yep, I held a raffle for a secret prize and I had Gem all packaged up on a platform behind a screen for the unveiling.  We had a hell of a time getting Gem untied after the evening and not because of an unyielding knot.  Nope.  Gem wanted to be left hogtied.  Folks we have a keeper!

The universe can be funny at times and a small mishap at a shoot with Helen a couple of days later opened up an opportunity for me to get Gem into some real bondage.  Oops.  What I meant to say, a golden opportunity for Gem to show her stuff.  Helen and Gem are the same size, same body type, same fun loving outgoing personality and most importantly, Gem made herself available on short notice.

Check Gem out on the welcoming page of Pinup Bondage.  The results of her very first bondage experience in front of a camera are next weeks feature.  Hot dog!  Check out Anna in "Lust" while you are there.  :)

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