I had coffee with a friend recently and she pointed something important out to me. It is more socially acceptable for a woman to have nude photos taken than to pose for a fetish photo shoot. This friend has a small child and has mentioned to me more than once that she loves the concept of this website and would love to join us, but her husband says no every time. This is the same woman who posed for nude pregnancy photos and her husband had no problems with that. As soon as it appears to be of a fetish nature, it becomes taboo. If I mention that I belong to a website, people automatically think of porn, and that seems to be okay. It seems, however, that when I mention the word bondage, not clothed, consensual, and non-violent, people automatically assume the models are some sick masochists that love to be taken advantage of. Yes, I look like a sweet little school teacher and we have a couple of adorable soccer moms but we really and truly love what we do here at Brandi Bondage. One other aspect I’ve noticed is that because of his age and who he is, it’s more socially acceptable for Uncle M to be involved than I am. Age, gender, and bondage all play important factors in what is socially acceptable.
Mammograms are not bondage
Contrary to what I was told when I had to go in for my first (and not last) mammogram, I would like to state that it was nothing like bondage. Yes, my breasts were squished unbelievably flat. And yes, I can see how a breast binder does much the same thing. It, however, is not bondage to me as it was cold, metal, non-consensual, and was not performed by Uncle M.
Wednesday morning, before heading off to the many nefarious things I had planned, I was obligated to take care of the two lovely ladies on the front of my chest. To make myself feel better, I had tied small rope bracers from my ankle to knee under my jeans. The nurse only laughed when I was handed the flimsy little robe to put on before my breasts were compacted. All I had to say was that it was my pacifier and keeping me from crying. (I will admit, being 24 and needed a mammogram is not exactly pleasant).
However, it was the doctor’s expression when he walked in and saw me standing there in a next-to-nothing gown and rope covering my legs that made my morning. I don’t think he’s ever seen something quite like that before. But I promise, it won’t be the last time. Next time, it won’t be my lower legs. 
Brandi
P.S. No cancer! Yay!!!
Chair
Sigh, I really do hate not having a computer right now. But I have gotten my grubby little paws out of my bondage and restraints and onto a computer to make this post. And I have to say, this post is worth it.
I woke this morning to Uncle M banging on my door. “Get up, let’s go.” Where to? The pick up The Chair. Uncle M has had this amazing bondage chair commissioned and I can’t wait to be tied in it.
One of the reasons this chair is so special is because I, the darling little pest that I am, have a horrible habit of traveling around the room while completely restrained. If my toes can touch the floor, I will scoot around as soon as Uncle M’s back is turned. So this amazing chair keeps my feet about eight inches away from the floor. I can’t knock the chair over, I can’t touch the floor, and there is no way I can reach the knots because my hands won’t be anywhere near them. The bastards have figured out all my tricks. Now if they can just do that without the chair…. 
And I can’t wait for that photoshoot.