Glamour bondage by Uncle M

This one actually has nothing to do with my little story. (Though I’m having a blast writing it). Someone recently asked me why I do bondage. Well, why knot? (Laughter may be heard. Or not). I have a lot of respect for the female form and for women in general. It probably helps that I am a woman (well, duh, you all say). And I love bondage. Hi, my name is Brandi, and I am a rope whore. So here’s a little insight into my real diary.

Uncle M and I were having coffee one morning (we do this a lot) and he stopped, looked at me and said thank you. When I asked why, he responded that he would have had a much harder time finding models, especially our models, if he was on his own or if he had had a male assistant. And it’s true. Women have been much more open and comfortable talking to a sweet, well spoken woman about bondage and sex than a man. (Note: I will forever leave any physical description or age reference about Uncle M out of my writings. He is an enigma). I have managed to dig up these really amazing, real women who love what I love. And each model brings a different style to every shoot: a petite innocent, a business woman, formal wear and period pieces, and an exotic beauty. Of course we are always open to guest models, but these girls have tasted ambrosia and never want to go back. So back to my original statement, why do I do this?

Because it’s beautiful. Because watching Uncle M’s dream unfold is my dream. When Master is happy, so too is the Apprentice. I adore our non-nudity decision because you don’t need to be naked to be beautiful. And clothing adds colour and mystery to the stunning bondage we do here. When you love to tie and be tied, what you wear doesn’t matter, only the rope wrapping itself around you.

Brandi

P.S. The story I normally write in my diary is fictional. I write it to keep the models, Uncle M, and all of you entertained. Some of the statements and the odd situation actually do happen, I just spin the tale a little bit to amuse myself. Uncle M would never, ever leave me in a crawl space with spiders. He’s not really that cruel. (He just likes to think he is).