This interview was conducted between Gord and I early in January, 2005. We have known each other a long time, having begun our friendship even before the advent of the Internet; communicating at first by (horrors!!!), snail mail.  Obviously  we  found  kindred spirits in each other’s

The next notable milestone in my march towards kink-dom came at the age of 12. John, my best buddy; and a 14 year old, drop dead stunner called Linda , used to play cowboys and Indians. I should mention that John was never really into bondage and I always seemed to be the one that eagerly accepted Linda ’s requests. John just wanted to grope those boobs and often annoyed me by diving in and grabbing a handful of tit before I could finish tying her. (The guy just had no style).

Linda always insisted on being the captured Squaw, and as a result always seemed to be tied up. In fact she insisted on it. One day, I had her tied in a real tight hogtie, and by then I had started to experiment with more restrictive ideas. I had a rope around her waist, through the crotch and her wrists and ankles connected to it. John and I had built a fire and Linda was just lying there tied up and gagged. Suddenly she started to make some ungodly sounds through the gag then began thrashing around and arching in the ropes, and even more scary, her eyeballs seemed to roll up into her head and she had this real crazy look.

John and I were crapping bricks and we rushed over and started to untie her, but she seemed to be fighting us. As soon as the gag came out she ripped us a new asshole for untying her! We were stunned and had no idea why she was so pissed at us. As it turned out, I was 16 before I finally figured out that I had witnessed my first female orgasm at the age of 12. It’s another mental image that is as clear today as the day it happened, and is right up there with the student’s net-clad mincing ass cheeks on that stage. Jeez! That image STILL gets me horny. I guess it was a missed opportunity and I should have jumped on stage and grabbed a handful right there and then. But I digress!

I should also mention that 16 was the fateful year … I saw my first bondage book. That moment is also burned into my memory. I was sitting astride my first motorbike (A Norton Dominator 650 cc). It was a street called Stanley Street in Wolverhampton, and I had the most massive stiffy I had ever experienced. I had just found my first adult book shop and bought a book called Citadel of Suffering. Feverishly I was scanning the pages for the illustrations of these incredibly curvy ladies in really tight bondage situations.

I couldn’t afford a real house, so we took on an old Welsh barn, with planning permission, and converted it into a massive home. But things got worse and worse, work-wise, and eventually in desperation I decided to write a kink book and see if I could sell it. A kink book company bought it and the others I wrote after that, but the pay-back was lousy.

GORD: Initially, House of Gord was only a book company, but the Internet and a bad relationship with an ex-partner killed book sales. Now, books are very low in return and high in costs. We still have stock of many titles, but at this time it’s not financially practical to reprint many of the older ones. In actual fact, the book company is often supported by the website. It doesn't make a profit, and more often than not struggles to break even. We basically keep it going for old time’s sake and to keep employment for some people.

Anyway, I was dazed but alive, but felt as if someone had hit me with a sledgehammer. I tried to get up the next thing I knew, a huge and harry, garlic breathed steel worker had jumped on me and started trying to give me the kiss of life. That was probably the greatest risk to life in the whole incident!

I flexed my fingers and instantly the entire surface of my hand cracked and started pouring blood. In addition, I’d lost all my hair, facial and otherwise, and my finger nails had been melted into blobs that looked like molten plastic. When I saw the damage, I couldn't figure how so much power had been available without the incoming circuit breakers tripping at 800 amps.

GORD: Well, I once decided to try a long distance bondage gig. It transpired that I had to make an extra run from Durban to Jo’burg, but with an empty truck (About 700  K  in  distance).  So  I mounted Gwen in the cargo area on her back frame, stretched the tonneau cover over the top, and hit the road. I was about 100 clicks short of Jo’burg at a place called Heidleburgh when I got a back wheel flat. So, there I am, truck jacked up and changing a wheel with a bound chick in the back, when a speed cop rolled up on his bike. He spent around 15 minutes leaning on the back of the truck talking as I finished. All that time he had no idea what was in the truck and I was “praying” that Gwen wouldn’t make a sound or move. Luckily she didn’t; but I had the slider window open at the back of the cab, and shortly after I got moving again, I could hear peals of muffled laughter coming from the back.

Another notable incident would be the day I used bondage to get my ass out of a pending penalty clause sling. I was the chief engineer and contractor overseeing a massive multi-site operation in Benoni and Brakpan. The job was to disassemble several smaller steel works and re-assemble them all in one huge single

At EXACTLY 1 pm , they rolled up the drive and I invited them in. They had no idea what to expect as I showed them around the house, pointing out the lounge, dining room, Jacuzzi, and all that, then I took them upstairs to my bar/study. This was a huge thatched roof house with open beams going up 15 to 20 feet to the apex. I casually pointed out the bar, then as I turned away, I nonchalantly pointed upward as if in after thought, and said “Oh, and that’s my wife.” Gwen was sheathed in red latex, hooded, gagged, arm-sheathed, wearing high heeled calf boots, posture collar, and mounted on a support back frame with ten or more super tight leather straps. The whole thing was suspended high up in the apex.

Meantime, Gwen was getting real horny and her nipples got hard and had sneaked through the net suit and were sticking out like hat pegs. George was totally mesmerized. The long and the short of that day was that the two sites caught up so rapidly that George and Alan were able to go and assist on other sites. We finished the contract ahead of schedule, won $300,000 in bonus and the bondage party was a blast.

GORD: I have no idea, but I'm guessing in the same way as you, through our much lamented friend John Willie and people like Stanton and Jim. However, my penchant for wiggling female butts probably had a lot to do with it also. Once the chick is harnessed up, one can relax in style on the cart and watch that hard-working butt for as long as you can keep her going.

GORD: Safety is paramount. Basically, we play with lethal situations, especially in suspension, and all efforts must be made to negate the risk. But, at the end of the day, there will always be risks. I have to balance this against the sort of risks one takes to get an adrenalin ‘high’ from climbing, hang-gliding, skiing, or any action sport, and I would say that with a little thought and planning, potentially lethal bondage games can be brought way below those sports in regard to risk factors.

As for the relationship between the players ... There has to be total trust by the bottom in the ‘top’s’ ability to protect them when they give up their own ability for self-preservation. In return, there has to be total responsibility and dedication by the ‘top’, for the bottom. Nothing else exists until that person's full ability is returned to them. This does not just apply to suspension ... there are dangers in all bondage play.

As you know John, the hallowed days of a crated and bound Blanche, touring Vancouver on the back of a flatbed truck for four and half hours, was the result of many hours of planning and calculations on safety, back-up crews, rescue crews and you name it. And STILL, we forgot one thing in all that, a damned catheter. If you remember, Blanche was set to kill us both when she finally got out with a bursting bladder. But she forgave us, eventually!