How do you say bondage in French?

Bob (Wingate) and I recently came up with quite the idea. He wrote a terrific post on his blog, and I recommend you guys check it out (link on the side).

But then again...I am always looking for more chances to be servile...so how about I make it easier for everyone and just copy/paste?

"A hot young friend of mine is going to Europe for six weeks in mid-June and we thought it might be fun for me to give him a crash course in French, but with a twist: he’ll be tied up in a variety of ways during each five-hour session, and punished when he gets things wrong or fails to learn his lessons well. We’ve been having a wonderful time working out the various details, starting with his school uniform—ideally English schoolboy, well, traditional English Schoolboy, which almost certainly no longer exists: blazer with school emblem on the pocket, shirt and tie, shorts, knee-length socks, black shoes, and that wonderful short-peaked cap. Unfortunately, this outfit with its classical cut is so traditional that it virtually no longer exists—especially the emblemed blazer and that cap—though we’re looking. If anyone knows where such uniforms can be found in small adult sizes, please email me…fast, since classes start mid-May.

The idea is that there will be a 15-minute tying and untying break between each half-hour session. At the conclusion of each session my friend loses another piece of clothing, in an order yet to be determined. Both the first half hour and the last will be devoted to oral quizzes: the first to a review of his homework and what he learned the day before; the last to what he just learned over the course of the afternoon. For the first, he’ll be tied either standing, with his arms pulled over his head and his legs spread, or in a chair with his hands behind his back, his feet lashed to the chair legs; his genitals will be pulled through his shorts, and each time he gets something wrong a weight will be added to them. For the end-of-afternoon quiz, by which time he should be practically naked, he’ll be spreadeagled on the bed and every wrong answer will earn him a clothespin on some part of his body.

He’s very keen to learn, and we both hope that being strictly tied and threatened with punishment will focus his mind and keep him from getting too restless and fidgety. He was not a great language student during the one year of French he studied in high school, and his French vocabulary is limited to words like yes and no and hello and good-bye and garage and restaurant, and possibly the first verse of Frère Jacques. It will be interesting to see how successful our new didactic method turns out to be; it may work so well that we find ourselves encouraged to patent it, with the idea of getting it used in some of our finer institutions of learning.

But before we get there, we do have some hurdles to overcome. The trouble with learning a language, unlike learning physics or chemistry, is that you have to work on your pronunciation and can’t be kept gagged, unless you’re taking dictation, or a written test, both of which of course will become part of the regular curriculum. This is too bad, since both my friend and I love gags. Fortunately, you can be kept blindfolded, or at any rate be blindfolded a lot, since blindfolds tend to cut down on visual distractions, and improve concentration.

Please send suggestions on ways you think we may improve on these extraordinary teaching methods."

Well? Suggestions? Don't be shy! Come on, I just told you all how much I want to serve hehe.

Lunch with a legend

One day I was rather horny and somewhat ravenous for the old Bound and Gagged video trailers. I watched them as a kid (literally a kid, like when I was 11 and 12) and something inside me just really wanted to see them again. So I searched the depths of Bob Wingate’s blog (which I read every now and again anyway). I never did find the trailers, but I read his latest blog post and got the impression that times were tough for Bob, and that starting up production again was going to take a lot out of him. Feeling sympathetic, I sent him an email to hopefully cheer him up or alleviate his burden somehow. Was fairly short and simple, and really was just a thank you letter. In a short paragraph, I shared what the magazine and website meant to me when I was eleven years old and just starting to understand my own sexuality (which was heavily centered around bdsm). It helped me gain confidence in myself as a young man (I wasn’t ashamed of my desires) and I think a lot of people in this community can share similar feelings/experiences. I think we all owe a debt of gratitude to Bob, and I just wanted him to know that.

I never expected an email back, let alone in a few hours! He was overly kind and made me feel like we were close friends right from the start. I had sent him a link to my recon profile in my first email just to give him some background info on me, and when he replied to my email he linked me to his. I noticed right away that he is living in NYC’s Upper West Side, which was coincidentally where I was staying at the time. So we exchanged a few more messages and realized we only lived ten blocks apart. He asked if I would like to get lunch with him sometime, and I couldn’t have been more excited and honored to do so.

We met up at a small restaurant between our apartments, he chose it because there were few people and he thought we could have some privacy. I immediately took this as a sign of how different his life must have been from mine. I will talk about bdsm and my interests in front of anyone (yes even my parents know). Apart from having a fair amount of conviction, the only reason I can do this is because slowly the issue has become less taboo than it used to be. I’m sure for Bob, it really did always have to be whispers in the closet.

I think this was shown in our decision to leave the bougie restaurant we originally sat down at in favor of a more relaxed, but crowded, diner that was about a block away. I have to admit, I felt like an eager young journalist about to get his big scoop. While I hate history, the histories of SM and leather have always fascinated me, and I was ready to grill Bob about starting the magazine, running it, being involved with BDSM in the seventies, etc… I didn’t want to bother him too much though, so I let these questions come up casually. We mostly just got to know each other a bit, and shared personal stories and interests. What I learned was that Mr. Wingate and I have SO many interests in common. If we had grown up together we would have had each other bound and gagged every day! We were just so in sync with our preferences, fetishes, etc… Even in the kink world, it’s hard to meet someone who you feel so similar to.

We stayed at the diner eating and talking for about an hour and a half. Afterward, we went our separate ways with the mutual agreement to stay in touch (especially when I would be back in the city). I am glad he enjoyed himself, because for me it really was like meeting a celebrity. I feel very honored, and very lucky to have the chance to continue developing a friendship with such an interesting man who played such an important role in shaping today’s leather community.