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/

The long Lesson ~ Part 2 of 10

Part 2 of 10.  Isn't this getting exciting?

M

After a few moments of utterly hopeless struggling and fruitless moaning through my gag, I could feel my wife’s fingers working on the blindfold. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the daylight and while this was going on a pair of scissors was used to cut the pantyhose that was used to gag me. My mouth was dry as hell and my first request was for a drink of some sort. Orange juice was provided that I had to drink through a straw. How so very thoughtful of her I thought.

From the bedside clock I could see it was 8 in the morning so I had been left bound and gagged for well over 12 hours and was starting to feel the effects of my bondage. I had some tingling in my hands early on in my ordeal but that had long since passed and my circulation was fine. My legs were starting to ache behind my knees from being pulled up so tightly all this time. Shoulders were my main concern as they began to hurt the night before. However in spite of all this I wasn’t in too bad a shape, just uncomfortable is all.

What I did have however was a raging hard on which came as no surprise to my wife as she turned me over on my side and seemed to be taking some delight in my predicament. Needless to say we had an animated conversation about me being "put on display" as she put it but I was in absolutely no position to argue. The short version of a long story and the message my wife so unmistakably left with me was, "You like it tight you have it tight. You never really seem to want to be untied so you are getting your wish." And finally the cherry on top, "I have always warned you that I was going to put you on display and you never took me seriously." That was that, short and sweet.

Now my wife was also aware that once I ejaculate the fun of being tied up leaves me and I truly do want to be released. With that my dear wife encircles my rock hard penis with her hand and with a gentle squeeze sets me off. I have to admit that this was building up for the past 12 hours and the relief was immense and one of the best orgasms I have had up to that time or since for that matter.

I lay there limp and spent as my wife cut off the only piece of clothing she allowed me during my bondage. My body was relieved of my underwear which was dumped in the waste basket. The next bit of humiliation was being dragged off the bed and placed on the bedside mat. My natural reaction was to struggle in order to break my fall and my belly burned with frustration at not being able to do a damn thing about it. Once on the mat and with surprisingly little effort I found myself being dragged across the floor, out of the bedroom down the hall and into the main bathroom. My wife then managed to lift me over the top of the bathtub and let me slide in. Without even a slight smile or smirk my wife informed me to take care of my business before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

The details of what happened next are unnecessary to repeat here but suffice to say the call of nature was answered with great relief. Sometime later, after finishing a leisurely breakfast I had to assume, my wife returned and ran the shower for me. Thankfully she was in a charitable mood and ran warm and not cold water over me. My wife had turned the radio on and I could tell from the announcer that I had water from the shower cascading over me for a good 20 minutes. I was in no danger of even coming close to drowning as the water flowed easily down the drain preventing any sort of buildup in the tub. After a good soaking my wife turned off the shower and hauled me out of the tub and back on the mat she had used to drag me in there in the first place.

At this point I was re-gagged as tightly, efficiently and effectively as the night before. I might have even detected an extra knot or two being placed at the back of the pantyhose holding the packing inside my mouth but I’m not sure. I was sure that the only sound I could make was a deep manly grunt.

After I was gagged my wife for the first time checked all of the ropes pulling up on my wrists with so much force my legs were lifted off the mat. My wife rocked my wrists and ankles back and forth several times making the wet cotton rope just that much tighter. With that task accomplished I had a spectacular view of the floor as she dragged my very wet and very well hogtied body into the living room where she stopped in front of the balcony door.

I groaned as she opened the sliding door completely and proceeded to pull me out onto the balcony and place me smack dab in the middle of the deck. Our balcony was at ground level and at the back of the apartment building. The area in back was a common area but used infrequently and the view of the street was completely blocked by a thick hedge. However the railing surrounding the balcony deck was made of simple wood 2x2 pickets that were spaced every 4 inches or so. Needless to say that anybody who happened by would be treated to a virtually unobstructed view of a very naked and very well tied man. Not to mention any of the neighbors that happened to be out on their respective balconies looking down.

It was late spring so I knew the weather was going to be pleasant and not overly hot or cool. Warm enough for light clothing but not hot enough to want to jump in the pool and sunbath kind of weather. My wife mumbled something about leaving me outside to gently dry off as if I was freshly cleaned laundry. She never uses a clothes dryer if she can hang the wash outside to dry by the way and it looked like I was no exception.

The last I saw of my wife for what was to become many hours was the vision of her closing the deck door from inside, waving bye bye and mouthing what I understood as "have fun." With that she closed the blinds and disappeared from my view.

Another blast from the past.  This bondage has nothing what so ever to do with the story but helps set the mood, yes?  

The Long Lesson ~ Part 1 of 10

I thought that I would share a little story taken from an event many years ago.  One chapter per day for the next 10 days.

Cheers!
M

The Long Lesson

by Uncle M

Chapter 1

I have always been a lover of bondage and early on in my marriage my wife indulged me much to the pleasure of us both, but mostly me. My binding material of choice at the time was white cotton clothesline as I found it not only made the most secure knots but cinched up better than nylon rope.

This particular evening my wife had me strip down to my underwear and lay face down on the bed. I crossed my wrists behind my back and she proceeded to bind my wrists with a 6 foot length of cotton rope. Wife asked me to wriggle my wrists as she cinched the rope up between my wrists and pulled out all the slack before knotting it off with several tight knots. As always she was careful to make sure none of the knots were in reach.

Next up were my ankles and my dear wife did as expert a job binding my ankles together as she did my wrists. I was a little taken back when a rather long length of rope was applied to my arms just above the elbows and she started to pull them together. She had never gone to these lengths before and I sure wasn’t about to stop her now! I have no idea how close she got my elbows together but I could feel my shoulder blades touch so they must have been fairly close together. Once she cinched and knotted the elbow rope off wife asked me to test the bounds which of course I did. It was obvious to both of us that I was going no where without her help.

Another length of rope found its way around my legs just above the knees and as she did with my ankles cinched and knotted this off. Now my favorite all time bondage position is the hogtie and the love of my life was not going to disappoint me. However this time wife did something out of character and instead of drawing my legs up so my ankles are say a foot away from my wrists putting me in a tight but not to terribly severe hogtie, she looped a 6 foot rope between the wrist and ankle cinching and pulled up until my ankles were directly over my wrists.

I was arched over as she looped the rope around my wrists and ankles, pulled the slack out after each and every turn and knotted after each turn of the rope. Once she was done I was in the tightest and most extreme hogtie I have ever been in my life. It was like my wrists were welded to my ankles and my fingers could touch nothing but the back of my legs just above my ankles.

The second surprise that my wife had in store for me was a gag. A surprise because we had never experimented with gags of any sort, until now it seemed. She has a bag of old nylons that she keeps for reasons that are known only to her and retrieved said bag from the closet. Not one but two pair of pantyhose were rolled up into a ball and unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth. A third pair of nylons was wrapped tightly between my teeth and around my head pushing the ball of nylon deeper into my mouth. The pantyhose that she used to wrap was pulled to its maximum as she looped it around my neck and mouth. From the feel of it I could tell wife tied several knots at the back instead of a quick release bow.

Her demeanor at this point changed completely and quite frankly, scared the hell out of me. I was rolled over on my side and with as cold and hard a look as I’ve seen from anyone, wife stated that she was leaving me like that. Before I could grunt in protest she finished the job by blindfolding me with yet another pair of pantyhose. As I lay there I could feel her get off the bed and pad away.

Before long I heard the bathtub run and knew that little ritual would take her the better part of an hour, which it did by the way. I could hear her get out of the tub and her shuffling around the bedroom sent shivers up my spine. She never spoke a word to me nor laid a hand on me. Nothing, I was completely ignored and left to wiggle about as best I could in my ropes.

We lived in an apartment in those days and I could hear the door open then close. The sound of the deadbolt clicking into place got my tummy churning. There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this bondage without help. It was around 7:00 in the evening when my wife started tying me up and I estimated it was now somewhere between 8 and 9, probably 8:30.

My wife had without my knowledge made plans to go out to dinner and a show with her sister and this was the night Apparently or so I was told, my wife came home around one that morning and slept on the living room couch preferring to leave me alone in my misery. It wasn’t until some time after I heard the birds chirping that the smell of fresh coffee and toast drifted into the bedroom. The phone rang and I recognized my wife’s voice so at least I knew it was her making breakfast and not some stranger.

Gail’s of laughter were coming from the other side of the apartment so at least wife was in good spirits. My wife comes into the room, kisses me on the cheek and says "I’m putting you on display for the next two days." Now that got some frantic and quite useless struggling out of me.

A blast from the past.  The only set we ever took on a bed.

Anna Speaks of the Hogtie

I have posted an essay Anna wrote for me some time back on her thoughts of being hogtied.  Interesting read.  

Uncle M

What can I say about the hogtie?  Besides “mmmm… my favorite”, that is.  This tie is by far the most comfortable for me, in part because lying down means less circulation problems as the blood does not need to travel up for great distances, and in part because I enjoy lying down during a photo shoot to sitting or standing.  Hogties, I find, also allows for the most natural posing, perhaps because the comfortableness of the position makes model relax more than chair ties or other ties that involve either standing or sitting.       

Like the chair tie, hog ties vary greatly depending on the surface the tie takes place on.  On my first shoot, my first hog tie was a western-themed cowgirl tie, which involved me being tied on a fairly hard mat with hemp rope.  My second hogtie that same day took place first on a leather sofa, which made for a very sticky and somewhat uncomfortable tie, especially since I am not too fond personally of leather sofa.  From there on, I was transferred by one of the helpers onto a wooden surface, which was surprisingly more comfortable than the squishy sofa.  At another shoot, I was tied with my calves and feet up a short pole while lying on a wooden plank cart, which was very comfortable, especially with a pillow under my chest to alleviate some of the stress from the stiff surface.  Then, very recently, I was hog tied on a fairly supportive bed mattress, which, of course, was very comfortable and easy to work with.  I think in general the surface for a hogtie does not have to be particularly soft for the tie to be as comfortable as possible, but that the surface must provide adequate support for the model, just as the chair or stool where the model is seated for a chair tie must support both the weight and the upper torso and back of the model for the tie to be comfortable. 

Another thing I love about the hog tie is that it leaves a lot of creativity for the model, the bondage artist, and the photographer.  Because the surface upon which the model lies upon for a hog tie is generally large, the bondage artist has a lot leeway with how to tie the model, whether it be to the surface that the model lies upon, such as a plank, or to simply tie the model separately from the surface and allow the surface to merely act as a gorgeous background for the photograph.  The model tends to have a lot more things to play with in a hog tie, as she can arch back and try to untie her feet (in vain, of course – this is Uncle M’s ties we are talking about here), or merely lazily pick at the knots at her wrists.  There is also a lot more room for struggling, which always seem to make the photographer happy.  After all, even though I, and many other models for Pinup Bondage, are happy to just be tied up and stay still, the struggle must happen for those who are not present at the photo shoots to believe the bondage is real.

Anna

Anna post tied

Anna on that "sticky" couch.  

The Hogtie

Ahh...the hogtie, my favorite.  One extra length of rope bringing ankles up to wrists changes things dramatically.  Just think of it, wrists bound tightly behind your back and ankles securely lashed together.  Left like that, even with ankles crossed, there is nothing to stop you from hopping, wriggling or worming your way to freedom.  Grab a phone and call for help as an example.  Stand in front of a knife drawer in the kitchen.  You get the idea.

Now try doing any of that while in a good old fashioned hogtie.  Not going to happen.  For many of my models the hogtie is also their favorite position to be tied in.  Anna loves the position and has even written a short essay on the topic.  Enjoy the photos below.  Yes they expand and no they are not linked to my *GASP* pay site.

Cheers!

"Microwave my sweater will ya."

"I'm making this TIGHT!"

"Sleep tight and give me a call tomorrow sometime and let me know if you are "free" for dinner."  

Rope, Lots of Rope

On more occasions than I can count, my models have exclaimed, "Wow!  That's a lot of rope you have used on me.  How much did you use M?"  What really sends me over the moon and back is the reply I receive after informing said model on the amount of rope I have just cocooned her tightly in.  "That's all!?  What's the record and let's break it!"  Life is grand.

The least amount of rope that I have ever used on a model is a single 50 foot length in what I call my signature hogtie.  The most I have been able to use to date is 300 feet on a spectacular chair tie with Helen as the treat of the day.  I worked very diligently on Helen for a good 90 minutes before she was ready for the camera.  Surprising how fast time flies when rigging up a model.  By the end of the set, if memory serves me correctly, Helen was welded to that chair for 3 hours before she tasted freedom.  Helen told us she was so comfortable in her chair bondage we could simply leave her like that for as long as we wished and we were sorely tempted to do just that.

Below are a couple of photos of Helen in that chair tie for your enjoyment.  These were taken back in our Brandibondage days almost two years ago now.  The hogtie photo is one of my all time favorites and is also of Helen bound using a single 50 foot length of rope.  Notice the difference in style.  Chair tie is DID or damsel in distress.  Hogtie is Pinup style.

Pinup style though much cleaner and simpler looking, is a harder look to achieve actually.  Damsel in distress you just tie the damsel up and go with what ever is in the background.  That is the entire point of DID.  Pinup style makes you think a lot more as the model and the bondage are the complete focus.  Clothing now becomes a big part of the equation as does facial expressions.  A bit more of a challenge but well worth the effort I say.

It was lunch time so we put a plate of sandwiches in front of Helen and told her to fly at it.

The bondage tape is pressing a ball gag very firmly into Helen's mouth and all she can do is murmur.  There is a nifty video clip of the action in the members area of Pinup Bondage.  Just saying.    

Helen demonstrates the Uncle M signature hogtie.  Note the "I'm hot as hell and what are you going to do about it," expression.

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