Leatherman's Handbook back in the day.

[coral_lipstick]

Does anybody remember Larry Townsend and his writings in the old magazine Bound And Gagged and of course his books? Are people even interested in the bondage scene as much these days? I did not know if people were into the attire such as one would see occasionally in the clubs. They were interesting days.

 

[Medicalman13152]

Yes I recall Larry Townsend as a writer of ”male to male’’ short stories and articles mostly dealing with SM subject matters. I have not been very interested in this particular part of our genre even though sadomasochism does cast a big shadow. When Bound & Gagged first appeared on the scene, there was virtually nothing else out in the market. There was not really any published magazine devoted to bondage in restrictive rope, leather and latex. What attracted me instantly was not only the title of the magazine, but then featuring the most elegant and expensive restrictive BDSM devices, besides everything one could apply in-between.

I however still today regularly frequent a few clubs in the Mission District since bondage in its various forms has always held a special fascination for me. I love the smoky with noise dance clubs, heavy with perfumed chatter and the brash posturing of a boisterous jukebox. They patrons still wearing fashionable night garments: shiny clinging fabrics, leather gloves, textured hose, spike heels, and they welcome you with a heavy wash of perfumed suggestions. Many of the men of the neighborhood, as well as many of the women meet there to satisfy their hunger. A neighborhood of lovers, artists; political lipstick lesbians, hard bitten baby butches, shemales and statuesque gay men. I usually go out with my girlfriend Anne, short dark hair, a tight black lycra top, tight jeans, black heels, long dangling Austrian crystal earrings and a jangle of clunky glass bracelets. In a vast room of groping couples, we are the champions. We reshape each other into figments of Anne's sex dreams where she is a monolithic dom and I am her overly painted femme plaything. Amelia's is one of my least favorite places. It is a tough bar. But Anne likes this place much better than Peg's or Scott's and so I am here, catering to her pleasure. Sitting here I am now faint with our memories that swirl around me with a suffocating intensity and us sinning through the purity of our desire. Do enjoy my attached personal photos. Best...lilly!

https://i.ibb.co/BHLT6g1p/A-Nice-Spread.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/xKVqV6cc/Showing-Off.jpg

Very nice see-through lace dress, and always love a woman in a convertible.

 

[coral_lipstick]

Yes I recall Larry Townsend as a writer of ”male to male’’ short stories and articles mostly dealing with SM subject matters. I have not been very interested in this particular part of our genre even though sadomasochism does cast a big shadow. When Bound & Gagged first appeared on the scene, there was virtually nothing else out in the market. There was not really any published magazine devoted to bondage in restrictive rope, leather and latex. What attracted me instantly was not only the title of the magazine, but then featuring the most elegant and expensive restrictive BDSM devices, besides everything one could apply in-between.

I however still today regularly frequent a few clubs in the Mission District since bondage in its various forms has always held a special fascination for me. I love the smoky with noise dance clubs, heavy with perfumed chatter and the brash posturing of a boisterous jukebox. They patrons still wearing fashionable night garments: shiny clinging fabrics, leather gloves, textured hose, spike heels, and they welcome you with a heavy wash of perfumed suggestions. Many of the men of the neighborhood, as well as many of the women meet there to satisfy their hunger. A neighborhood of lovers, artists; political lipstick lesbians, hard bitten baby butches, shemales and statuesque gay men. I usually go out with my girlfriend Anne, short dark hair, a tight black lycra top, tight jeans, black heels, long dangling Austrian crystal earrings and a jangle of clunky glass bracelets. In a vast room of groping couples, we are the champions. We reshape each other into figments of Anne's sex dreams where she is a monolithic dom and I am her overly painted femme plaything. Amelia's is one of my least favorite places. It is a tough bar. But Anne likes this place much better than Peg's or Scott's and so I am here, catering to her pleasure. Sitting here I am now faint with our memories that swirl around me with a suffocating intensity and us sinning through the purity of our desire. Do enjoy my attached personal photos. Best...lilly!

https://i.ibb.co/BHLT6g1p/A-Nice-Spread.jpg

https://i.ibb.co/xKVqV6cc/Showing-Off.jpg

Lilly. What beautiful photos, and you look so very happy.
I sort of developed after being introduced to the S/m world by a gentleman through the Townsend books and stories. It was strictly a gay relationship where I could spend week-ends with him. He also had the Fetters catalog if you remember that, and bought quite a bit of gear from them. Their catalog was a work of art. Really loved the rubber/latex wear which at that point he allowed me to shave my body, (Bound and Gagged had those stories by Tom of Finland i believe which i really enjoyed reading and dreaming about), the older gentleman was not interested in me being too feminine though. Hoods allowed me to believe i was a female when i was with Him as time progressed, and of course as time went on i practiced this at my own residence.
I loved him, but had to go my own way, He understood as he had other lovers. But he did give me the praise of my never questioning him but doing whatever he desired which he claimed was rare. He was very old school as a Sadist but i always had complete trust in Him. I'd love to find someone such as Him today.