Month: October 2011

Halloween! And previews…

My favorite holiday of the year.  Hope you all have a good one!

With some luck, you should be seeing some semi-regular postings in a week or two, maybe sooner.  Cross your toes!

In the meantime, how about some previews of things to cum, so you can know what sorts of things I’ve been up to, eh?  Hopefully these all-original pics of me will be enough to tempt you to stick around… enjoy your treat, smell my feet!

Finally, I’m amused by GINES… he put Zac (and Drake Bell’s) face on my body.  Quite a compliment.  I almost pull it off.  🙂

By the way, a birthday update.  First of all, thanks to all of you who left various birthday wishes.  🙂  I did a lot of various things, the main highlight being Iris, the new Cirque du Soleil show in Los Angeles.  I’ve seen quite a few Cirque shows (thanks to being so close to Vegas), and while they are incredible the first time you see one, after a few, to me they start to lose their luster.  But I was very invigorated by this show.  While it’s not perfect, it’s good enough that I wouldn’t mind seeing it again, in fact.  And that’s fairly rare for me.

And as for something that may be more pertinent to you, the blog readers… my BF got me a new digital camera, which will mean better quality pics!  Although as you can see above, there is quite a back log to pics for me to still post with the old camera (which was only 5 mega-pix… that’s how old that camera was.  The new one is 12.1 pixels).  However, that does mean it I should have it on hand when I meet up with a certain young man from Nebraska in a couple of weeks… so that should be promising.  Stay tuned and cross your toes.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Yes, today is my birthday.  Thought I’d do a small post.







I’ve posted this pic before, but I never really get tied of it.

So I’ll post today and tomorrow (for Halloween), and then take maybe the rest of the week off… but I hope to be returning to more consistent posting after that.  Maybe not daily, not sure about that yet… but frequent.

In the meantime, thanks to all who have written and contacted me during this break.  Especially Metalbond, who posted about me a few days ago.  Now that was quite an honor!  I also got some birthday wishes from Mr. Restwalker.  But I really have to say that I was impressed by how many people stated not only how much they enjoyed my blog, but were understanding about my needing a break.  It’s kindness like that that inspires me to continue.  Thanks, guys!

Time to Go (for now)

If you haven’t been following, I’ve decided to not post for a while.  I explain it here.

So I want to thank a few people.  First off, anyone who’s ever written or commented before.  I know who you are, I had to see and approve every one of them.  Thanks much.  I enjoyed hearing from all of you, and still hope to hear from many of you.  You are all a big part of the reason I kept this going for as long as I have.

Because of this blog, I’ve managed to talk to a lot of great and interesting people, and just a short highlighted list:  Zac, Tynan Fox, Brett, Kevin, Dallin, Glenn, Gines, Matt, LeatherGagLover, and RAD.  Especially Restwalker, who has been a phenomenal friend like I’ve never had online before.  You’re a very special guy with a great future ahead of you. To SBS_justin:  for you, I’d bring back this blog in a heartbeat.  But wait until you’re ready.  I miss you, and wish you the best. <3  And I'm sure there's many more that I missed. I also have to thank my amazing boyfriend, who has supported me in all my interests, both fetish and life, and tied me up in fantastic ways in all sorts of gear.  Even though he wasn’t comfortable with me having a blog, he didn’t stop me from having it.  I love you dearly. One day I’ll post again.  Who knows, maybe in a few weeks.  But even if my self-imposed vacation is brief, I feel I owe it to the readers and fans to let them know what you mean to me.  I have received a number of very kind and sympathetic comments and emails, who have told me how much they enjoy the blog.  I’ve also been surprised at how many of you understand my need for a break, and support my decision.  I can’t tell you what that means to me.  It was also amusing to hear from a few different people who claimed the main reason they don’t write or comment was because they didn’t want to get lube on their keyboards.  I guess that makes some sense.  😉 At the moment, I’m still planning on keeping all my profiles up:  GearFetish, Recon, FootGuys, and Spandexguys. I’m TiedFeetGuy on all of them.  (Although I will admit, I considered deleting those, too.  But not yet.)  So feel free to drop me a line there if you feel like it.  And I will maintain my email and twitter. Taking a page from Tynan Fox, if I do post, I’ll let you all know about it on twitter.  So that’d be a good reason to follow me.

This was a big decision, and this blog been a part of me since 2005.  I’ve been with this blog/site (this all started as a free Tripod website back in the day) longer than my boyfriend!  In fact, there are even some posts that describe my first dates with him, as well as some of our first sexual kinky encounters.  Maybe you can search them out.

I hate to sound like a cliche, but I almost feel like I’m going to cry.  And I told myself I wasn’t going to.  But I do need to do this, at least for a little while.  This blog should make me happy, and it hasn’t been for a while.  Thanks for your understanding.  And thanks for being a part of it.  Stick around, I’ll be back one day.  It may or may not be daily, but I will be back.  This isn’t goodbye forever, just goodbye for now.


Oh, I know something
About the ways of loving
And I tell you, baby,
I think something’s wrong
Look to the sky above and the mud below
Something drives me crazy, got to got to get away
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

Without a doubt, I’m telling you I’m burnt out
My tank is running on empty for far too long
Woah! I need fuel ’cause I’m getting so low
Not the kind you give me, it makes me feel so bad
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

I need fuel, not the kind you give me
Makes me feel so bad
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

I can’t believe
I’m still around
It’s getting kinda late
Gonna leave
For a change of scenery
I’m going crazy
It’s not the same
Since you’ve been around

I’m crazy, so crazy
You treat me like a dirty clown
You’re always kickin’ my dog around
I never get nothin’ but constant abuse from you
You couldn’t care less what I think, or my point of view

You’re always puttin’ the make on my friends, always giving
Them eyes and the dirty lies ’bout me and you, well I’m
Through, it’s the end of the line for you babe, here’s a
Ticket one way Cincinnati, I’m sendin’ you home to your ma
And your daddy, so don’t try to call me, you’ll only be wastin’ your

Oh, I know something
About the ways of loving
And I tell you, baby,
I think something’s wrong
Look to the sky above and the mud below
Something drives me crazy, got to got to get away
I need fuel – but – not the kind you give me
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye!

Goodbye, goodbye!
Goodbye, goodbye!

(The old logo from my website)

The blog break is already helping my sex life

In the midst of discussing my blog stoppage with my BF, we brought up what does and does not turn us on.  Being virtually married, we sometimes have an unfortunate “task/chore” approach to sex sometimes.  You married guys probably know what I mean.  You know how it goes:  “Wanna tonight?”  “Okay, but it has to be fast… I have a big meeting tomorrow.”  Or:  “Are you kidding?  You know I have to get ready for that presentation!”  You get the idea.

So we both decided that maybe we should tie each other up sometimes with out “consulting” each other, and maybe not necessarily cuming each time.  Just some bondage for bondage sake.  For instance, I said it could be hot for me to watch TV, have him come in and bind my hands and gag me, and then leave me to continue watching.  Now we do have some safety words… if we really can’t or don’t want to, we’ll say “Red”.  If we can, but only for a short time, we’ll say “Yellow” followed by the number of minutes it’d be okay to remain in bondage, such as “Yellow–30”.  Not saying anything means you are consenting to it as long as the other partner has in mind, essentially.

With this in mind, I wanted to share 2 sexy times we recently had.  To be honest, two points.  1)  The incident I discuss actually happened before our talk, but was partly inspired by Restwalk’s constant craving for humiliation.  Now, my BF isn’t as into humiliation, but this was pretty close for us.  2)  My BF really didn’t want me to share this second story, because he felt it’d enable me to not want to stop my blog (he feels I need a break, too).  I see where he’s coming from, but I felt it was too hot not to post, and besides, it makes a fairly nice sign off story.

Without any further ado:

Me doming him
NOTE:  My BF is very private, and does not like pictures taken of himself.  Hence, there are no pics of him for this first story.  Actually, the pic is of me, from a future set to be posted at Captured Heroes eventually… but it’s a very similar position.

He wanted to try the new workout bench again.  This time, we kept it low and level.  He basically kneeled in front of it, bent his upper body over it, and I tied his torso down to it, with his hands tied behind him.  (Unlike the pic, where my hands are in front.  Also, it was low enough so that he could be kneeling.  But same general idea.)  Once in that position, I had him fondle my dick and balls as I stood behind him.  Then I moved in front of him.  I laid down on the floor, and put my legs up on the bench, on either side of his body.  I then pushed up my arms to lift my crotch into his face (imagine a crab walk, but with my legs and crotch up).  I then had him suck my bikini brief underwear until they were nice and wet.  Once done, I took off my underwear and put it over his head.  His eyes peeked through either side of the pouch, which covered his mouth, not unlike a surgical mask.  I then had him suck me as best he could through underwear covering his face.  He tried to get his tongue around it, but I (gently) slapped his head and told him no.  After a bit of this, his back started to feel a bit strained from the position, so I moved him to the bed, hands still tied behind him.  I gagged him with my underwear, sat on his face, put clothespins on his nipples, and jerked him until he came.

Him doming me

Just after I announced I was going to take a nap, my BF went out and got his iron shackles.  He cuffed me in them, locked me in, and left me to sleep.  Believe it or not, but I actually did mange to fall asleep.  When I awoke, I watched a bit of TV, and then went to work on the computer.  To be brutally honest, I was also engaged in a chat with Restwalker.  As I was doing this, my BF came by and put a collar around my neck and locked me in that as well.  I continued about my business.  (And let me note that working on a computer while shackled wasn’t as difficult as I imagined.  It actually lent itself to some interesting metaphors.)  Later, he came by and briefly unlocked my shackles so that I could take off my shirt.  Once shirtless, he put them back on.  He then went on an errand, and left me bound, collared, and shirtless for about 45 minutes (he did ask it if I would be comfortable in doing so) to work and chat on the computer.  I teased Restwalker with some pics of how I looked, which tormented him greatly because at the time, his Master had not let him touch himself in 17 days, so it didn’t take much to get him hard.

When my BF did return home, he ordered me to finish my chat in 5 minutes.  About 10 minutes after I said my goodbye to Restwalker, he told me to remove my pants and socks, led me to his office, and had me sit in a chair facing his computer.  Shortly thereafter, I looked like this:

Now, at first, I did not have the hood on.  He did that for my identity for the pictures.  Rest assured I was gagged with a leather plug gag under that hood, and for my entire time in this bondage.  If you look carefully in the last pic, you can see a hint of the iron shackles from before that he put back on again.  And yes, even though it’s blurred, my balls are tied.  And my collar is tied to the top of the chair, preventing me from looking around too much.

Here’s where things got very interesting.  But first, you need a short lesson about the layout of his room.  I was tied to a chair facing his computer.  Behind me is his TV.  And to my left is his couch.  Well, as you can imagine, as I’m facing his computer with the gigantic monitor, he turns on his webcam, so I can see myself bound and gagged.  He they lays down on his couch to watch me struggle.  He turns on a Bound Gods movie on his TV that he had prepared earlier, and starts stroking himself.  I can even see some of it via the webcam.  Eventually, he puts it on his own computer for me to enjoy a bit directly, as he tapes one of his socks over my face.

After a while, he puts the webcam back on, so I’m looking at myself again, and he starts to stroke me.  I don’t cum soon enough, so he pours some cold water over my cock and balls, shocking me a bit.  He continues in this manner, counting me down to cum, and that if I don’t cum, he pours more cold water over my cock.  For the record, the screen is big enough for me to see my face and my cock.  He tells me to look at myself and he strokes me again and tells me to be a cumslut, and I finally shoot a load that goes almost up to my shoulder.  Which is quite impressive for me, since I don’t tend to be a distance shooter.

To think… this may not have happened if I hadn’t discussed my blog stoppage with him.  There’s some nice benefits already to this.  😉

Assorted Reader Contribution

First off, fabulous Glenn demonstrating his own take on one of my slave punishments.

Secondly, de_md2, who I haven’t heard from in a while.  Good to know he’s still up to his great work!

This is a small post, I know.  But I do have one final, sexy, personal story to post later today.  (Actually, I had accidentally posted it earlier… I’ve temporarily taken it down, but don’t worry, it’ll be back up later today.)  Be sure to check it out.  It already got some response in the brief time it was up!

Tomorrow is my farewell post before my undetermined hiatus.  I’ve been receiving a number of very supportive emails, and every single one of them has been understanding of my position.  I thank you all for your kind words; it’s meant a lot to me.

Assorted TwitPic Wishlist

So I got a Twitter to upload pics that don’t really fit into any other category, or perhaps many various ones.  But you also can’t post anything too explicit, which put me in a bit of a lurch.  So here’s a collection of pics I wish I could have posted there, but probably couldn’t.

Got room for my cock in that mouth of yours, too?  Actually, that’s not a question…

Now that’s what I can a workout.

Sexy ballgagged and bound boi.

Getting a whiff…

“Please let me go…”

Hope all that underwear is nice and used.  Not as good as socks, but it’ll do.

I think he’s just asking his toes to be suck, right?
This was actually the first fetish picture I ever ran into on the net.  I was so captivated by the power play, I didn’t even notice the guy had his cock out until much later.