Wednesday, April 30, 2014

THIS IS THE LAST POST!

Guys, this is the last post.

My slave is not getting the response from you guys that tells me that this blog has
value to enough readers to justify continuing.

Master Ian

Friday, April 25, 2014

Do It Now

So I just realized today that when Master tells me to do something, he means do it now. He gets a certain look in his eye and leans his head toward me if I don't respond to him fast enough. "TRACE!"
Usually, it's all about me when he does it.

Like when I am exhausted and can't stop to relax because I am trying to do too much.
"TRACE! Go take a nap!"
"Sir, I'd just like to finish this one",
"TRACE!"

"He told me that he sometimes feels like he's married to a spinning top".

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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Another Chaste Day on the Ranch

Sex without relief.
I haven't complained about this before but I am horny as hell today. My nuts are filled to the point that the scrotum is struggling at the edge of the nut cup for space.

 
I've been bound and fucked in every way possible over the last weeks and haven't gotten off in longer than I can remember. Chastity is a great kink but sometimes you really pay for the pleasure of being locked up.  Sometimes I think I am cunning while Master fucks me but I'm never sure.  My whole crotch is a cum filled mess so there is no way to discern whether I've added to it. I'm certainly not feeling any orgasms. 
 
 
 
I spent most of yesterday chained in the wine cellar.
 
Today was a work day. I worked in the office then retired to the studio to work.  I went out to be with my pets after lunch. I feel energized being with them.  I feel like a kid when I'm out playing with them.  The dogs play fetch and the horses kick a big bright blue ball around. The goats, llamas and alpaca just want to be stroked and hand fed. The cows just walk around chewing grass all day.
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Waiting Slave

Sitting on a cold stone floor.
Wrists handcuffed to a bolt above the head.
Ankles weighted with leg irons.
Blindfold.
Silence except for the jingling of chain
and a clock measuring the minutes that turn to hours.
No one hears the beating heart.












Tuesday, April 22, 2014

More about Tattoos


I found this picture on tumblr. I think the work is beautiful and so is the guy but what will he look like as he ages. I wonder what kind of work he does. Does a facial tattoo make it difficult to find a job? He looks clean cut and tattoos don't have the stigma that they had when I was this kids age but a lot of business decision makers may disqualify him. 


Me and my sore ass.  I wasn't even awake when Master had his cock up my ass this morning. His appetite for sex is relentless. I'd like to see him locked in a chastity belt for just one week to see how crazy it would make him.

I spent a couple hours on the floor in Master's office this afternoon. He locked a Punisher Chastity Device on my cock and put pricker pads under my short rubber cat suit then hog tied me so I was forced to lay on the prickers and spikes. He didn't gag me. I presumed he want to hear me moan from the discomfort he was causing me by stabbing my tits and cock.






Monday, April 21, 2014

Outdoor Bondage

It was a decent day outside.

I dressed in the Carrara Chastity Belt with a locking butt plug under it. The rear strap from the belt forced the plug deeper than it was normally. I wore faded jeans T-shirt and my Wellies under my green Carhardt work jacket. Master locked my wrists behind my back in handcuffs and leg irons around my boots.






Master stuffed a few toys into his jacket pockets and then walked me up to the top of the hill where he told me to lay on my chest. He hog tied me with the cuff chains, gagged me with a ball gag with duct tape securely wound over it and around my head several time. He used an old rage to blindfold me then secured that in place with tape. He gave me a booted nudge and told me that he would see me at sundown then walked down the hill toward home.

There was no need to struggle so I didn't bother. I was securely bound and left where no one could see or hear me. I decided to lay quietly and let my mind wander where ever it wanted to take me. It wasn't long before I heard Sancho an Panza huffing and puffing up the hill towards. They greeted me with their tongues and laid down on either side of me quietly panting.

I've been thinking about tattoos. I think massive body jobs are hot when they are well thought out and executed. I've been thinking about getting a pair of Great Blue Herons on my back. In most cultures they signify, elegance, grace, patience and enduring persistence. I'd like a full body "shirt" done with them as the focal point. I'm still thinking about that.

I wonder at guys who get tattoos scattered over the body that seem disconnected and lacking unity. I also think tattoos on the neck can be extremely sexy and I wonder how people, especially people like bankers, layers, doctors, etcetera go through life doing there work and how people perceive them.

The dogs started to wrap themselves around me, almost laying on top of me. Sancho started licking my wrists and hands.

It was well after dark before Master came to get. He unshackled my ankles and then cut through the crotch of my jeans, unlocked the Carrara and removed the plug. He fucked me and then took me down the hill toward home. He fucked me again in the bedroom before I cleaned up for dinner and then again when we went to bed.

Master position himself on his back with his arms and legs stretched spread eagle. I crawled in from the foot of the bed and started to like his cock. He moaned and the reached down to pull me up into his arms, wrapping me tightly in his embrace.



 

 

Friday, April 18, 2014

Zeitgeist

I watched a movie called "Zeitgeist" yesterday afternoon. I was confined to bed by the family because they were sick of me being sick. They loaded me up with homeopathic anti-virals, hot liquids and a vaporizer with sinus clearing herbs.

I'm not much of a conspiracy nut but I found my self agreeing with much of what was said during the movie, especially religion and it's use to numb the minds of the populace to gain political and economic control.  I'm a sworn and true capitalist but I see where individuals and companies use their money for political agendas rather than good.

 

There is a point a which a very few people have so much wealth that it becomes useless for any practical purpose. There are many of those few who start wars to protect what they have and profit by those wars through funding, building materials to perpetuate wars and destroying the sanctity of life.

Watch Zeitgeist. You can find it on Netflix. Tell me what you think.

Speaking of wealth. How hypocritical!  The last remnants of my grandparents material processions are being sold off at auction soon. I chose to have my grandmother's Steinway and some of the art sent to me.  It arrived while we were in Aspen. I learned to play stringed instruments but I never felt interested in piano.  When I was growing up, I would sit at the piano and pluck out the melody lines of simple songs. Some times I altered the timing. I'd get lost in it. I'm looking forward to doing that again.

We haven't had sex for a few days so I am looking forward to crawling into bed with Master tonight.
I tried to work outside today just to get some vitamin D pumping through my body. I still feel pretty good so I think the infection is past.

 

 This picture turns me on. I found it on Tumbler
 
 
 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

I'm not at all organized and don't really care

I feel like my days race by without a sense of accomplishment. I feel like a "dizzy queen". I wake up at 6:am, work outside, eat breakfast the work outside helping to dig holes under the rows wood posts and wires then go to my studio where I work until I'm in a state of total fatigue, except yesterday.

Master locked a chain around my neck and dragged me out to the dungeon. He fastened the chain to a bold near the floor, leaving me a foot leeway to barely move. I was sitting cross legged and bent at the waist. My hands were chained behind my back.

Master left me alone.

My lower back began to feel stressed but I managed to stretch then relax which helped me alleviate the pain. He came back later to leave tiger strips up and down my back.  He unchained my hands and ankles then lifted me up by my hips, leaving my neck chained. He filled my ass with lube and laid into me with his cock.

It was a disconcerting position to be in. I felt the chain tighten as Master moved us back and forth. His jiz filled my hole and dribbled down my leg while he continued fucking me. He came again.

We were at the building center in Colorado last week when I saw a man talking to a clerk at the contractor counter. He looked at me and our eyes locked, our movements were suspended. He was a big man, tall and massively built although muscular and fit. He wore his ball cap backwards. His left arm was heavily tattooed from his wrist, over his shoulder and disappearing under his tank top. Master came up behind me and told me to stop starring.

Oh! Oh! I thought I was in trouble but not so.
He reminded me of it that night when we crawled in to bed. It said it turned him on. He fucked me slowly and told me that I was an absolute slut and that's why I need to have my cock locked up.

Grin!

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Quick Notes

We're back on the ranch. Snow is still good in the mountains around Aspen but The Domesticated was calling.

We arrived to the honking of geese and the excited barking of dogs. I didn't have time to carry our bags in before Dan called me out to the corral to see the babies that I missed seeing born. They were miniatures of their mothers on spindly legs with long lapping tongues in search of their mother's tits.The horses hung their heads over the fence neighing for my attention.

It is fucking good to be back home with my family again!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Wedding



Everything went perfectly as planned, even the weather cooperated. We didn’t get the rain that was in the forecast but everything was still held in the house with quests spilling outside to wander around the property.

Master and I wrote our own vows in secret so neither of us knew what was being said. We dressed in new leather and shiny new boots. We exchanges custom designed rings. The house was decorated in Silver Dollar Eucalyptus, Western Cedar, moss with preserved field and forest flowers.

Domaine Carneros was the sparkling wine of the day along with other Sonoma Valley wines. There was a variety of micro-brewery beers from around the world including a Heffeweis from Florida called Funky Buddha. Hard beverages were kept locked away. Dinner was perfect, the cake was decorated to look like studded leather and the party rocked on for hours. Some of the guys got together to play after the hetero people left.

Master, MY HUSBAND, and I went to our room after things started to settle down and cuddled in bed with a new state of mind about who and what we have become to each other.  The dogs cried at our door until we opened the door for them and then we all went to sleep.

It’s Thursday. We’re in Aspen, alone. It was an unexpected trip that we made on impulse. The house was left completely furnished by the previous owners and the realtors and property manager arranged to have it cleaned from top to bottom. It must have been a token of prestige for the owner. It appears that they rarely, if ever, used it.
We've been staying home at night after dinner to watch "Lost" on Netflix.