Readers of Metalbond blog sound off

Here are some comments I have received recently from blog readers:



I’ve always been massively into bondage, and your site has definitely led to me trying a few specific things. Me and my boyfriend tend to top each other, and your site has given me loads of inspiration in regard to what I’ve done to him!


I’m reading your blog almost daily. It is very good, the best I have seen on the internet. Keep up the good work!


Sure you get swamped by these sorts of messages, but I just thought I’d say how much I enjoy your site … and your profile on Recon of course. It’s inspired plenty of my own adventures, in fact reading entries on there pretty much led to my current thirst for chastity!

Keep up the good work!


Oh fuck that’s hot … locked in, locked out, locked up, locked down … whatever you want in you can’t get in and whatever you want out of you can’t get out of … unless you got the keys … otherwise you’re just fucked.

My chastity keyholder has a rule for me about blogs while i’m locked up … once i’m sent to one, i gotta go through ALL the posts.


I have never once entered your blog without getting turned on … big time! How do you keep up the excellent work day after day?

Take care and THANK YOU for helping to maintain my fantasy life (I’ve got a real one too, but, though it involves play as top and bottom, I love the stimulation ) .

hey, MetalbondNYC Sir–

just a quick note to say thanks for Your site.  as evidenced by the list of links on the side of Your page (and others’ pages), there are a lot of sites out there for guys who share our interests.  but Your site has easily become the one i check first, multiple times a day.

as a bondage/kink sub in a relationship with a vanilla guy, i’m often on the hunt for good bondage content online…and i devour every single post on Your site.

just locked myself into my cb3000 for a few days — and yet again, i check Your site and it drives me insane. In a good way.

Dude, you and I have some wicked fantasies!  I wish we were closer because somehow I get the feeling that you wouldn’t flake out on me when it came to locking a piss hood on my head.  Somehow, with you, I just get the feeling that I would truly become a urinal.

And my balls would also feel the effects.


Gagging Orders

By PrisonerX

Part 1

It was that time of year again. The long winter had passed and as spring was moving towards summer, Sandro knew it was time for his motorbike to have its annual service.

His thoughts turned to the first time he had taken his bike to the motorcycle centre which was about 80km from the city in which he lived. That was a weekend he would never forget.

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Gene Kahn

Yesterday evening I was out sailing on Hudson River with some friends when I got an email on my iPhone and learned the sad news that Gene Kahn had passed away earlier in the day.

Gene Kahn


According to the message, which was from two of his closest friends, he died of complications from heart failure and his death was completely unforseen. He passed from this Earth experiencing no pain, and “with his boots on.”

Gene was a longtime friend of mine. One of my very first encounters with him was way back in the mid-1990s, when I attended an out-of-town play event called Delta for the first time. It was Friday night and I had been in the main playroom for a couple hours, just watching, and acting a bit shy and self-conscious. When Gene noticed me hanging back on the sidelines, he came over and struck up a conversation. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a sawhorse, pants pulled down to my ankles, where he proceeded to give me a loving but very firm bare-assed hand spanking that went on for quite a while. When it was over — and I had not died of embarrassment as I had feared — a message stuck in the back of my mind, about just “jumping in.”

Lesson learned, I ended up having a fantastic time at the event, playing almost nonstop for the subsequent three days, and I returned many times over the years, often as a passenger in Gene’s rickety old beat up station wagon.

Gene wore many hats, and he was passionate about everything he ever did. He was a carpenter by trade, and I hired him on many occasions to help me in my apartment, installing cabinets and shelves. He had a couple of Dachshunds, whom he doted over like children. He was a cyclist, and in recent years he had taken to riding “fixed-gear” bikes. (If you don’t know what that means, let me just say that you have to be a real daredevil to ride one of these in New York City! )

He was not much interested in bondage, but he sure was kinky in other ways. He was skilled with a single tail whip, and he would spend hours practicing.

Gene was also a sailor, and he wrote a fantastic book on the subject, called Deep Water: A Sailor’s Passage (available on Amazon). It’s one of the most heartfelt, deeply moving books I have ever read. In it, Gene explains his love of sailing and also his love for one man — his life partner, Kevin.

It wasn’t until after Gene’s book came out that I ever even stepped foot on a sailboat, but now I love it. It’s funny how things happen sometimes, that I was out sailing when I learned about Gene.

Sail on, buddy. I am going to miss you.


E. M. Kahn gene kahn

Taken Care of at the Bike Repair Shop

By PrisonerX

Part 1

Sandro lived in the city. He was a keen biker and loved everything that went with the lifestyle, not least the opportunity and reason to wear full leathers. Recently his bike was not running as well as it normally did and he knew it was due for a full service. He had spotted an advertisement for a motorcycle service centre, which offered exactly what he wanted for the bike. Although it was about 80 km from his home, the advertisement offered “accommodation in a quiet secure location for you and your bike while it is being serviced according to your requirements.”

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