Weekend Dancing at the Lodge

Over the weekend I went out with a few TV friends and had a great time Saturday night. There were four of us up at Threshold. We all tied up KR and ran our hands all over her. I’m such an exhibitionist – I should be slapped! I always love when people mingle at the doorways and watch what’s going on. So we molested her for a while and then a few of us decided to go over to the Lodge to hang out.

It’s funny I’ve been enjoying the dance clubs quite a bit more than the BDSM places lately. They’re fine and I’ve met some really nice people (and some scary ones) there, but I’ve never been especially turned on by the “dungeon” atmosphere. I used to hate clubs in general – sometimes there’s so much sexual aggression and cattiness in those places – but if I can dance and I’m with friends it’s fun.

I’m not a good dancer but if I can relax and get into it, I just lose myself in the beat, and it’s better than getting stoned (and there’s no hangover). And I love to check out the other girls on the dance floor. I think it’s like self-medicating in a way. A lot of times I’m quiet and shy and feel kind of trapped in my body (not a transsexual thing but just the pain and stress of living in this physical world). But zoning out in physical movement can really free up those inhibitions.

High Tension

I saw this French horror movie the other night that DK highly recommended. It was called High Tension and is about two pretty French girls who go out to one girl’s parents’ country house and get into a lot of trouble when a psycho killer visits. There’s some nice bondage in it with one of the girls getting chained up and gagged with what looks like a big piece of rubber tubing. And she stays bound and gagged for much of the movie.

The movie’s violent and bloody as hell, so it’s not for the squeamish. But it’s a good stylish horror movie and, hey, a girl gets tied up! There’s also some scenes where we hear her screaming off camera that are very effective.

Reading about Asperger’s Syndrome

The other day when I was looking at the Timelock website I read an interesting post by the guy who developed the software. He found out at a late age that he had Asperger’s Syndrome, a mild form of autism characterized by social awkwardness and obsessive interest in some special subject (like dinosaurs or vacuum cleaners or so on.) Makes me almost wonder about myself. I mean, I seem pretty obsessed with bondage and website technology and I’ve always hated trying to make small talk. I wonder if there’s a mild form of AS (which is itself a “mild form.”) Nah, I’m probably just a geeky crossdresser.

Shoot with Tristy

Last night Tristy came by and we shot some really nice pictures (and of course I felt her up a little while she was bound and gagged). We did one that was a full body wrap in saran wrap. Near the end I wrapped her head too and added tape covering almost all her face except for her nose, which I couldn’t resist pinching shut for a few seconds. It was fun!

I’ve been shooting so much lately that I’m not sure when it’ll be posted but I’m really looking forward to it.

Encounters in Pasadena

Last night I drove out to Pasadena, to a nice little bar called Encounters, and met a new friend, a photographer whom I’ve been talking to online for a while. We had a nice chat and talked about maybe getting together for some pictures and fun.

Driving home I saw a billboard for that new show (I think on Lifetime) called Human Trafficking, that has a picture of a woman blindfolded on it. I thought how much kinkier it would look if she were tape gagged too. Sometimes when I see images like that out in public I’m almost embarrassed at how fascinated I am by them. I just want to stop and stare.


Wow, that timelock software really is diabolical. It encrypts a file for a random amount of time – you set the parameters and it picks a time period. Then the file can’t be viewed till the time’s up. So if you have a .jpeg image of your combination lock (one that can be reset) you won’t be able to look at it till the clock runs out. There’s also ways to alter the time displayed so that it’s not completely accurate, thus adding additional torment. Pretty cool…I may have to order one of those Shurlok’s to go with it.

I could imaginge using it with a webcam when I’m at home for a full day, maybe shackled in such a way that I can still work and move around (but with difficulty), and then having my release time chosen randomly – between one and 24 hours…

Self Bondage Webcam Thoughts

I was wondering if you could use something like Skype during a webcam chat to have viewers call in and talk, actually so that I could hear their voices through my computer speakers. Other people watching would then hear them too (which may or may not be good). I’m not sure if that would be exciting or if it would just be a distraction. Of course only one person could call in at a time. I also wonder if there would be feedback from the slight delay that you get in sending out a webcam stream.

I’m also always thinking of setting up some kind of release system for self bondage that generates a random time period, say one to four hours, for example, before I would be released. But I wouldn’t have any way of knowing if it was one hour or four hours or whenever till the key dropped. There was a great post in the Yahoo Group a while back on that, a really wicked device that generated a random time period and actually penalized you with more time if you tried to get free early.

Webcam Last Night

Wow, I’m such a slut! I was on the webcam last night for close to seven hours and really enjoyed it. Several members from the website dropped by and chatted: Kara, Edie, Garcia, Cheryl, Maneater, Chelle and several others that I’m sure I’m forgetting. I’m thinking more and more that I really must be some sort of exhibitionist. I used to think that, “No, not me, I just like to take pictures,” but the funny thing is I found myself getting really turned on knowing that I was being watched. I would stare into the lens of the webcam and imagine that someone was watching and laughing at my helpless plight (which they really were).

I used the ice cube in the pantyhose trick to suspend the handcuff key out of reach. I did it twice. The first time I had my hands cuffed in front and used leather belts to bind myself. That way I could also type and let my hands wander a bit as I struggled and moaned. As it was approaching nine PM, I was sure that the key was going to drop before the top of the hour. So I made a bet that if the ice wasn’t melted by nine I would do it all over again. The minutes ticked by and, damn, finally the key dropped at nine PM and thirty seconds! I couldn’t believe it, though I was also pretty excited about being “forced” to do it again. This time I used six ice cubes in the pantyhose – more than I’ve ever used before – again used the leather straps, clear duct tape over my mouth, with a strip going all the way around my head, and the handcuffs again – but this time cuffed behind my back. Then I sat back to wait and watch the melting ice.

The first hour or so was easy enough. There was some fun chatting going on in the chatroom, though with my arms behind my back I couldn’t participate too much. Then I started to realize that I was growing really tired and could see that the ice still had at least another hour or two to go before it melted. I started to worry a little and lay on the sofa as well as I could to relax. Later it was getting close to midnight and several people had to sign out. I got in front of the webcam and started rocking back and forth and pleading into the lens. The bondage held me so tightly and there was nothing to do but wait. I must have drifted off into some kind of bondage trance. I kept moaning and shaking, regretting that I’d used so many ice cubes, but also really excited even though I was exhausted. Finally it was down to the end and I sat on the sofa staring at the key overhead just out of reach. Kara was so sweet to stay watching till the very end and offering words of encouragement. The ice finally gave way and the key dropped and I was free! It was past midnight. I’d started chatting at five PM, so all together was probably bound and gagged for at least five of the seven hours. Wow, what a turn on!

Bondage Ball

Last night I went to the Bondage Ball and met BV, whom I’ve been talking to through email for a couple weeks. I was so glad she showed up and we got to talk and hang out. DK was also there and we got to visit with her for a while too. I also briefly got to meet Dominic Wolfe, which was really cool. I have to admit though that before anyone got there, when I was wandering around looking at people and they looking at me, I felt really out of place. The crowd seemed way more hip than me – or so I told myself. There were some incredibly hot girls in tight PVC dresses who got me all turned on. There was one in particular with a tight metallic dress that had buckles all the way up and down the back. She was incredible and gave BV a nice compliment about her dress as we were leaving. But to be honest I’m not sure that I need to go to another party like this anytime soon. What bothers me about fetish parties is that it feels like there’s so much pressure to look beautiful and hip that it really isn’t that much fun. I often feel at these events that you can’t really get to know people or make any real contact. The music’s too loud and I worry about how my breath smells. A lot of times I’ll go out at night and come home just feeling alone and depressed.

Busy here

I’ve been thinking for a while I should start keeping a blog to jot down what’s going on in my life and at the website. Hopefully it won’t be too self-indulgent, but since it’s all about ME it probably will be.

Things have been really busy lately. The site’s been up over two years and has taken off in ways I never thought it would. I’m really grateful to all the members who have signed up, especially the ones who have stayed there with me month after month. I hope I’m providing some hot material and a place to talk to others with similar interests. I’m so grateful for the internet. I remember back in the early 90s when I was hearing more and more about it. I spent a year working at an adult bookstore in Colorado Springs – the First Amendment Bookstore, which sadly enough didn’t have much crossdressing bondage material. I remember guys would say it must be the greatest job, since I could watch all the hardcore pornos I wanted to, but they didn’t do anything for me so I rarely ever watched them. I remember telling one guy this and he couldn’t believe me – how could you not watch porn?

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