It knew it would happen someday.

The whole reason that it met me back east was to be an object. "I may throw you out after ten minutes or keep you for months, depending how long I find you interesting."It is my turn on. I was never looking for a slave much less a partner and a husband or someone to love so intensely that I knew I wanted to own his heart and soul forever.

The truth is, I've taken boys before and used them as objects. It's what I do. I'm  sadistic by nature and I know all sorts of ways to get off on giving pain and keeping objects where I want them. Most of these would be objects start whining and trying to bugger out within a day or two but then my slave came along and took everything I dished out without one thought of getting away. I would have kept it longer but I had to get back to London fast. I kicked it out, believing I was done with it after tormenting and keeping him chained for a month. I ignored it for days at a time but it never lost it's eagerness to try to make me happy.

So now I have the time to fuck him over good. I started in on it without warning. That torture collar that I locked around it's neck turned me nuts in an uproar so I told myself this is the time to start in on it.

It has been caged for a day. I took it for a second time today so it could relieve itself then fed it the same bland Faro with egg white powder mixed into it. I strung it up by it's wrists and took my 12 footer to it's back. It went like it was comatose to focus in on the pain. I gave it 30 before it started struggling and then jumped up and screaming "No! No! No!" and whimpering from the shocks the collar gave it. I stopped to see if it was alright. I give it pain, I don't want to hurt it.

Jesus Fucking Christ, he came. The cum was dripping out of it's chastity belt onto it's bound feet. I finished whipping it then took it down and laid it on the work table with his feet hanging over the end. I took a small tawse and punished it by beating the soles of it's feet. It started heavy breathing like it was going to cum again. I pulled it's as over the edge of the table and fucked it. It is locked back in the cage with it's hands free to pull the ratty blanket up over it's self. Our eyes locked, I slapped it for looking in the Master's face.

Strangely enough, it looked happy.

Slave,
The collar is steel that can be tightened by 1/8 inch each day. It is wired to react to sound emanating from the boy with a shock that is sharp. I can also shock him with a remote. It won't more long before he intentionally shocks himself. He's like that.

He is taken out of the cage twice each day. I will make him wear a diaper if he makes a mistake. He would hate that more than anything I could think of so he'll hold. His food and water are limited to avoid mistakes.

In Pain and Exhausted

Regie is the BDSM marathon man. He moved from one torment to another without a rest. I will try to give you snippets over time. The activity that I enjoyed above all others is his fetish for sticking people with sharp objects

He had two boxes of acupuncture needles with him. He used both on me so that was two hundred needles. He played with my feet, hitting a couple spots that caused the feeling of incredible orgasms into my genitalia. It was amazing! I begged him "again please, again please until stimulation didn't work anymore. The other place that caused extreme arousal was when he turned my nipples and surrounding tissue into pin cushions. He left those in until the end of that session. He also nailed my ball sack, cock and then finally loaded my meatus. He took pictures of his work that he said he will email them to me.

I reached a plateau around mid-afternoon when first I felt completely overloaded. I suddenly wanted everything done and over. Regie continued pushing. I felt nothing but pain from the top of my head to the souls of my feet. I apparently stopped reacting, almost as if I went comatose. Regie decided I was done in and pulled everything. He let me lay on the rack making constant physical contact with me. I lay center my attention on controlling my breath, pulse and blood pressure while stroked and gently fondle me. He gave me sips of electrolyte water until I could respond again. He reached up, wanting him to tighten the restraints again but he removed them.

"Go clean up and meet me in the hot tub". I showered then walked across the drive to the pool patio. He was already sitting in the deep hot water unwinding. The hot tub is actually a large Japanese bath with effervescent bubbles instead of swirling water. I climbed in a slowly sat on the tub seat. I felt I should do something to show my appreciation for his attention. He pushed me away and told me to relax.

My entire body is sore, some places pain, others a miserable rash. I am completely spent. The plans to have me spend the night in the new sleep sack foiled. Master told me that I am taking a few days to relax, unwind and recuperate.

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I laid face down on the massage table.  Master strapped my face against the head rest, restrained my hands along the side of my body. He put a bolster under my ankle and used leather restraints to restrain my ankles, spreading them as far from each other as the width of the table allow.  The soles of my feet were vulnerable to bastinado, my ass cheeks were spread wide and my back was willing prey for his ministrations.  Master slipped his belt from his jeans and laid it across my back while he removed his jeans and belt.

He gave me a few warm glances across my back and butt then worked my feet for several minutes.  He dropped his belt on the floor and slowly climbed on top of me, sliding his body along my sweaty backside like a snake, entering my rectum with his cock without hesitation.  He lay upon me, dropping the entire weight of his body.  He spoke dirty nothings into my ear and told me how much he loved me.  He told me that I was his property and that there was nothing I could do about it.  He told me that he was going to fuck the hell out of me and that resistance is futile.

I always thought that being a Borg would be hot and I told him so as he slowly lifted his chest from my body as if doing push-ups.  He moved his cock in and out. He was as impossibly gentle. I clenched my hole tightly around his cock.  In a short time, Master started to shudder and moan and pulled out me. He entered me again, the dropped his entire body on top of mine. He was still. He remained so still that I wondered if he had fallen asleep. I clenched as tightly as I could, causing him to moan. I worked his cock with my sphincters until I felt him harden more.  His body tensed and  he squeezed my hands tight in his. He came, shaking violently.