Morbid person that I am, this site seems to have made an impression on me and I find myself occasionally checking it out. I don’t mean to be disrepectful to the memory of anyone or to the grief of their friends and family, but there are two deaths in particular that really strike me as especially weird and kind of embarrassing.

Apparently two young college students, a girl and a guy, were messing around with a large helium-filled balloon that was used to advertise a condominium complex. They climbed inside of it and then later the balloon was found deflated with their bodies inside.

It raises so many bizarre questions. First off, who knew that helium was so toxic? What were they hoping to accomplish crawling inside the balloon: a squeaky cartoon voice on a massive scale? How long did they last inside it before expiring? Was there a moment when they realized that they were in real danger or did they just black out without any awareness that things were going terribly wrong? Did they both willingly crawl into the balloon or did one of them have to convince the other that it would be a good idea? The embarrassing thing is that now they’ll always be remembered for their bizarre and, dare I say, kind of ridiculous manner of dying. It’s the kind of thing that makes me think the gods truly have a warped sense of humor.

More weirdness: I was just about to post this entry when I found that the MyDeathSpace site is suddenly non-responsive. I just get a “Service Unavailable” message. Cue the creepy music.

Last night’s webcam was awesome for me. I really put Bettie through the wringer, and got that bitch all tied up! She’s really good at suffering and looking pitiful. It was a really long evening, over four hours. Later, Binder G. stopped by, messed with Bettie some more, including lots of spanking, and then finally he got both of us tied up together. After he left, I tied Bettie up some more, took a few pictures, and generally tormented her for a while with some breath deprivation and caning on her thighs. I don’t think she really minded too much.

Well, it’s time for another online bondage webcam show. I’m going to be on Wednesday night starting at 7:00 PM Pacific time. I’ll post links for both the free cam and members cam on the Ts in Trouble homepage just before we get started.

I’m looking forward to this one quite a bit. I have a friend, possibly two, stopping by and it should be a bit different from our usual play. Swing by and say hi if you can.

I just heard about this website that’s an archive of dead MySpace users, MyDeathSpace. It is pretty morbid but I found it wasn’t as gross as I initially thought it would be. Looking through the Directory list I’m struck by how young everyone is and all the horrible ways that young people die – lots of auto accidents, suicides and shootings.

Speaking of auto accidents, fast traffic scares me. I have to admit, I’m a slow driver – one of those people puttering along in the right lane that gets honked at. Years ago one of my best friends was killed in a major accidents – in fact he, his wife, and young child were all wiped out by a semi that crashed into them. That was years ago, so I’m over the grief, but the whole thing really left a mark on me. I think as a society we’re kind of in denial about how unsafe cars really are. Thousands of people die on the highways every year and it’s just accepted as the way things are. Just last weekend I was coming back from the suspension bondage party, probably cruising along at maybe 55 or 60 in the slow lane – this was at two in the morning – and someone pulled in behind me and started flashing their lights to try to get me to drive faster. And the freeway was open. They could have simply passed me. Weird. Luckily, they didn’t start shooting.

Hey, it’s that time again. I’m going to be presenting the Rope
Bondage Workshop at HollywoodLand Studios this Sunday in N.
Hollywood. Come check it out and let’s do some tying. I’m planning
to cover some basic chest harness ties like the Yoke Harness and
Bikini Harness, and also do a few different crotchrope ties. It’ll
all be very hands on. You can bring your own rope and safety
scissors if you have them, or I’ll have plenty of rope on hand to
share.

Rope Bondage Workshop at HollywoodLand Studios

Sunday June 25, 2006
4:00 pm – 6:00 pm

Hollywoodland Studios
11300 Hartland St.
North Hollywood, CA 91605

http://tinyurl.com/fnwd7

Notes:
Open to all interested members of the BDSM Community. Join Sandra to
learn the basics as well as some new tricks! $5 for Threshold
members and affiliates, $10 for non members, proceeds going
to Threshold.

CharlyB gave a great demo on suspension bondage over the weekend at Threshold. There was a nice turn out and he hung up a couple of volunteers. He really knows his stuff and shoots some fabulous pictures.

After the demo, my friend Bettie Cho and I stayed for the party and Charly was nice enough to help supervise a nice suspension of Bettie. I’ve never suspended anyone before and the whole idea of it makes me kind of nervous, since the potential for serious injury is so high. So I was glad Charly was there to offer his guidance. I put a couple of heavy thick wraps around Bettie’s chest, waist, thighs and ankles, and bound her wrists behind her back.

In no time at all Charly had her dangling about four feet off the floor, laid out flat with her chest facing down towards the floor. It was really bizarre having her hanging there. I could spin her around and swing her from side to side. She stayed up for a fairly long time – probably a half an hour, and reported that it wasn’t too uncomfortable. I only completely relaxed once her feet were back on the ground though.

Afterwards I did some more ties on Bettie (non-suspension). I put her in a few pretzel shapes, had her gagged and blindfolded, and watched as she squirmed and tried to reach the knots. She was able to get her wrists untied after a while, but the chest tie was unforgiving. So I manhandled her for a while and after an hour or so it was getting late and the party was winding down.

I ate too many cookies before calling it a night.

I just wanted to mention another good bondage demo this Saturday. I’ll definitely be checking it out. Here’s some information re-posted from the Threshold Yahoo Group.

The Pope of Rope!

CLASS PRESENTER:
CharlyB

http://www.adventureroticimagery.com/

CLASS DESCRIPTION:
Safety basics and techniques of rope suspension featuring a
suspension master.

BIO:
CharlyB has handled rope most his life – as a fisherman, ranch hand,
wrangler, logger and trucker. In recent years he’s taken to
developing his craft as a fetish photographer and rope suspension
artist. CharlyB is affectionately known as “the Pope of Rope” – and
has worked with many (if not most) of the fetish models who frequent
the most popular fetish night clubs in SoCal. CharlyB is currently
the staff bondage artist for such fetish promotions as Malediction
Society’s VIP room performance troop “the Severe Society” as well as at the monthly promotion DV8. CharlyB has also performed at such promotions as the Basement and BondageBall, DomCon and Hex-Hollywood and will be performing at Club Hell on the weekend of June 10th. “I try to keep a rig as comfortable as possible because if it’s a photo shoot or play, I want it to last as long as possible. My foremost concerns are safety and comfort.”

Saturday, June 17, at 7:00 PM
Hollywoodland Studios
11300 Hartland St.
North Hollywood, CA
$5 for Members
$10 for Non-Members and Guests

http://tinyurl.com/fnwd7

It was a fun weekend. Yesterday I shot more pictures with Bettie Cho, who’s so petite and can take some really strenuous poses. We shot for about three hours and then we decided to go out to the Threshold Party in N. Hollywood. They even had food there – Chicken! I was starved, so after a little break we did, well, more bondage.

All the private rooms were filled, so we grabbed a couch in the front room and I tied Bettie up a few times. I’m really not that much into Japanese bondage, but I recently got a book called “Shibari You Can Use” that’s really good. So I tried out some of the ties I saw in there. Sometimes overly complicated bondage can leave me a little cold – I tend to like good ol’ damsel in distress ties with white clothesline and duct tape – but for a party environment, trying something new can be fun and a good challenge. I used a ton of rope on Bettie and we were definitely in the mode of what I sometimes teasingly call “art bondage”: Those ties that are so complicated that the main point seems to be to say, “Hey, look what I can do!” Well, yeah, I’ll cop to it: I’m a total show-off and exhibitionist. I think I also secretly worry that during one of the monthly bondage workshops that someone who knows way more than I do will show up and say, “Hey, you don’t know crap!”

Anyway, it was getting late and I was beat by the end of the evening as we drove back down the 101. I love L.A. traffic when it’s late and not so heavy, and you drive along and wonder where everyone’s going.

Okay, not to be political or anything, but lately I’ve found myself occasionally thinking about those scary Supermax Prisons. I’ll be outside enjoying life and think about those poor bastards locked up and wonder what it must be like. I would go completely insane. Now, I’m not trying to diminish anyone’s crimes. Obviously, a lot of these guys have done some really awful things to be there. But the whole concept gives me the chills – the idea of being locked up 23 hours a day in isolation, constantly monitored and given minimal physical and mental stimulation.

There was a good article on these places in the L.A. Times last month when Moussaoui (apparently the world’s most incompetent and annoying terrorist) was being sentenced.

I have to imagine that if by some horrible twist of fate, I ended up in one of these places, I would be completely psychotic within six months and would probably make multiple suicide attempts. I don’t know how a person could stand the treatment. I know if I’m inside for a couple days and away from people I’ll start feeling depressed and unhappy and a little bit out of touch mentally. And I have a TV and radio and music and a back patio where I can hang out and Chinese and Mexican food at the corner if I’m so inclined. The idea of that kind of isolation scares the crap out of me, and I forget sometimes what a joy it is to just be able to go wherever you want to go.

Every Friday I see this ad in the L.A. Weekly and I always pause for a few seconds. I think I have a little crush on “L.A.’s Dopest Attorney.” I bet I’m not the only one.