The third session, he had some time and we did outdoor bondage. Being in the south, even though we were relatively isolated, I didn’t want to make it too restrictive in case we had to make a quick exit. I had known the bondage photographer James Bond, through his day job as a magazine editor. I didn’t know his alter ego until after he had passed away. I would trade all the railroad articles I wrote for him for a bondage session.
Railroads are a dangerous place. The rule is to expect a train on any track, in any direction, at any time. Yet there is something alluring about bondage and railroads. Perhaps it was from watching too many “Dudley Do Right” cartoons when I was younger on Saturday mornings. This particular railroad was in a state of disrepair and had been closed by the government. The line dead-ended in one direction and there was a 50-foot section of rail missing about four miles the other way. I walked the entire line to make sure there wasn’t a locomotive present before we went there. With bondage, safety is important.
An excellent safety point. With that in mind, enjoy the pics!
