The boy is Down Today

The boy is down today. He is just plain tired. He's spending his day in bed sleeping. He wants me to be with him so I go in from time-to-time to hold him. His Tommy lays on the foot of the bed looking up at him and then as I leave, he crawls up and leans against the object of his adoration.

I'd like to tie him up and gag him for the evening and I think I might, just because I can and because I know he would enjoy it. His tastes have changed so much recently. He loved crazy heavy bondage and now he gets off on my rope work.

Except for brief moments, he has been locked in his chastity belt for 24 four days. He came "by accident" while I was playing with his nipples last night. I could see that he was on the edge, for the third or fourth time. His eyes were full of tears from fighting against the uncontrollable need to cum. He begged me to stop but I told him to hold it if he knew what was good for him. Finally, his back arched and he screamed "I can't hold it!". He came while screaming. It looked like his entire body was cramping in a violent spasm. He pumped like I've never seen him cum before. He was screaming in agony. Even after the lost drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock, he screamed. His gut was still in the midst of spasm. He cried out "I think something is wrong, the pain is in the wrong place and it's getting more intense". His toes curled and I saw him trying to pull cramps from his legs by pointing and stretching his toes toward his head. He gradually relaxed and the cramping stopped.

We talked to our Urologist who said it was inflammation of the prostate caused by sexual stimulation and then no ejaculating. He told me to leave the chastity belt off for a while. If it happens again, come to see him. He also suggested that if we're having sex to let the boy ejaculate before locking the belt back on the boy.

So there you have it.

A Same Old Story

Day 4 of 126 days in Chastity

I had my slave in a bar in San Francisco last night. I had him strip down to his chastity belt and plugged ass and his boots. It doesn't seem like such a big deal these days to see a slave in just a CB but it was a little humiliating for my slave, which was my intent (besides showing off my property).

He was talking to three friends who were inspecting his belt. They were all having fun an teasing him. I could see the slave enjoying himself. His friends left, leaving him alone talking to a stranger who also wanted to inspect slaves situation. Since Trace didn't know him and the fact that the guy was being demanding, he deferred the guy to me for permission. He calls me "the big mean looking guy". Instead of doing as Trace asked, the guy grabbed him and began to feel him. I could feel my slaves duress and grabbed him by putting my gloved hand over his mouth and pulling him into me.
I shot the guy my most fearsome look and he backed way off. I the old days I might have gone after him with a baseball bat for violating my property.

Now I know we were advertising a bit and I don't mind touching but not without permission. So listen up fuckers! Don't touch unless you have permission. I'm not just talking about my property, I'm talking about everyone, Male and female!

I Am Starting to Establish a Routine

I am starting to establish a sense of routine. My head space is quieting.

I woke up before the sun and slipped into my work clothes and shit kickers and went out to work with the animals. I got them outside into the corrals and fed them, making sure to give each of them attention as they passed through the barn door. I started to clean the barn when Daniel came out to begin his day. We worked together and messed around before going to clean up for breakfast. The weather was beautiful so Tony set the table and cooked in the outdoor kitchen (that he designed).

Master locked my junk up in the Carrara chastity belt after we finished breakfast. I spun the chastity wheel on the laptop to determine how long it will be before I have access to my genitals again. Can you believe that I spun 128 days? That's the end of October! The only way I'll get to cum is when Master rams it out of me while fucking me.

With the breakfast activities done, I went outside to work with the critters. I went out wearing only the Carrara and my work boots. I brushed the white dogs and Buddha and collected their fur to spin into yarn when I have enough. Tommy was constantly at my side as was little Juan, the puppy Viszla. They require little brushing but a lot of attention.

I went to my studio to get myself started a new project, including loading pictures from my laptop into the iMac, Cloud and peripheral storage device. I took hundred of pictures while in Bhutan that I never want to lose.

I chose a landscape that I wanted to capture on canvas. The challenge is portraying the way I felt while out hiking. I think that I will eventually try to paint from pictures of people but I really need to draw them a few hundred times before I can portray personalities with some accuracy. I'm thinking a head to a possible studio show when I have enough work.

We've com up against some competition among vineyard owners. Butch is helping us find the right person to help us with that. We discussed that over a glass of wine on the deck.

I seriously doubt that there will be any play this evening. I think we're all in the mood for and evening of hugs and cuddles in front of the patio fireplace.

Permanent Chastity? A chastity Wheel mishap and this could happen to me.

 128 days locked in this Chastity Belt

Thoughts About Food and a Damn Good Bondage Session

My gut has been a little grumbling for the past few days. I think it might be caused by switching from a very simple diet back to a comparatively rich diet.

Most of our hosts served meal made of rice or some other grain with a few vegetables. I didn't eat meat in Bhutan except for one night in the hotel after my friend left me. He said that eating an animal was eating god. We talked about eating plants as eating a gift from god. Because in either case, if you believe that god exists in everything then there is no escape from eating god. The difference is that animals are sentient  beings.

Anyway, my meals were gluten free with very little fat and a few vegetables seasoned very carefully with salt and local herbs that were sometimes also used to make hot infusions. My meals on the trip home were primarily meat, vegetables and various carbs. Once I got to San Francisco, I had dry aged Chateau Briand, soup, salad, fingerling potatoes and crusty bread slices that we dipped in olive oil. Of course, we did not pass up on desert.

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I'm not even sure what day of the week it is. My head is still someplace in the clouds high above the valley floors of Bhutan. It was a good day to be strenuously bound and then used by Master.

He tied my wrists crossed behind my back then pulled the rope up, wrapping it around my neck several time then cinching it, leaving the tails dangling in front me. He wrapped the rope around my genitals, creating a cock ring effect. He continued by wrapped the rope around my scrotum, stretching it tightly and stretching my balls to the limits. From there, I kneeled with my balls between ankles. He tied and cinched the ends of the ropes so that find any sort of comfort.

The experience first lead to a dull ache in my guts that gradually escalated. I began to feel nausea build and an intense burning sensation in my balls. Everything intensified over time. I began to moan loudly which earned me a heaping stuffing of a leather gag jammed deep into my throat.

I Have So Much to Talk About

Being home is almost overwhelming. I came home to chaos of recognition. The geese treated me as if I was a stranger until they heard my voice. Their attack turned into a clamor for attention (and feed). The dogs came racing from every corner of the ranch. The new dog and puppy stood reluctant at first then ran to see what of the excitement was about. I Sancho and Buddha knocked me on the ground and the rest of the dogs piled themselves on top of me. Hugs, kisses and wet tongues and noses came at me from every direction. The tiny Viszla puppy wiggled his way through the crowd to find out who I was. Amazingly, the big dogs let him through and allowed him a moment to greet me.

I had so much more to see out in the corral. I knew before I left that we would have babies while I was gone but there were so many surprises.

I went inside to greet Tony and then took a long bath in my own fizzy tub where I fell asleep. I live a life of absolute abundance, love and luxury. It's not that it doesn't exist in Bhutan but it is so different to feel a sense of such well being in my own home.

My hike took me to villages and farms that few tourist experience. Even the poorest were generous. There was always at the least, a cup of tea or Yak Milk that was warm from the animal or warmed over a wood fire. My friend and I sleep a simple wood palettes with a Blanket in some homes. our hosts always smiled and treated us like family. My friend bestowed blessings on everyone and I slipped my hand into my backpack for my offering of Bhutanese Ngultrum.  I often resorted to placing it on a table or shelf in the room to give it too them. They most often refused it if I handed it  directly to our host. My friend apologized for me in the case that I offended them until I learned to apologize myself. Sometimes, our hosts were so impoverished that $50.00 could be a life changer.

I will go back to Bhutan next spring. I already miss the gentle smiles from everyone that I came in contact with. I will take Master with me.

Coming Home

It is just past Midnight on Tuesday Morning in Bhutan. That's almost a day ahead of Pacific Time here in the US. Trace leave tomorrow morning then flies backward in time as he flies east. He flies to Singapore then to the US this time.

I spoke to him on the telephone as he was dozing off. He said he was dreaming that he was naked in the San Francisco Airport. He said he his hands were handcuffed behind his back at that I was hugging him. Then, the ringing phone woke him.

Nice dream.

The Unthinkable

I'm sitting in front of my computer eating whole grain crackers, cheese made from our goat's milk with Castelvetrano Olives and roasted asparagus tossed with rosemary roasted garlic vinaigrette. I had left over brussel sprouts made with maitaki mushrooms for lunch.  Tony took the day off and Christian and Jason ran errands in San Francisco. Butch and Daniel went out for dinner after calling the animals into the bar.

Trace sprained his right ankle early yesterday morning when setting out for his walk. He was able to get help from the hotel staff that took him back to his suite in Paro. They obtained medical help for him that included manipulation, herbal treatment and a soak in a hot spring, excellent dining and a good nights sleep in a hotel bed.

He had to cut his walk by two days so he has a couple extra days to relax before coming home. The usual arrangement is rental hotel rooms for a minimum stay which usually includes everything that you need while in Bhutan.  In boy's situation, he paid for seven nights of hotel stay and then transferred as a guest to the Tiger's Nest. He ("paid") made a donation to the Tiger's Nest that  included his hike with his friend (tour guide).  His health care was free with his hotel stay. Going to Bhutan as a tourist is a bit like going to an all inclusive resort.

His friend is still with him, enjoying the luxury of the hotel. They are planning on going out to a couple shops today and visit a temple that he hasn't scene yet. He hired transportation for the rest of his stay so he won't be on his feet much. He will undoubtedly send handmade paper, ceramics and metal craft home. The boy is a paper freak.

Today is near an end. For boy, it is already Late Sunday. He'll be heading home on our Tuesday. It gets confusing without looking at timelines on the internet.

 

 

A picture of a Grandmother and Granddaughter in Bhutan

 

 

 

As if we needed another pair of dogs.
I rescued this mom and son from a shelter here in the valley today.
He had a butt sniffing festival out in the driveway. Mom is a little nervous.
The baby acts like he owns the place.

 

 

 

 

I talked to Boy.

I talked to boy via GPS earlier. I know for you Master/slave purists that this was not necessary but we are partner and husbands. I became more excited as I thought about starting a new venture. I know their are a lot of fucker's out there who are opening Vape store fronts but if we do this, we'll do it right with proper branding and a consistent look throughout multiple stores and websites. I already called Steve to set up a meeting. I'm thinking of trying to market in leather stores because I would like to see people in our lifestyle get the tobacco monkey off their backs.

Trace is enjoying himself although he said he is constantly hungry (not normal for him) and a little bit tired. He is looking forward to getting home. He said he wishes he could be transported home (as in Star Trek).

 from tumblr

 

 

The boy is going to suffer for me when he gets home. A good long bondage and fuck session is a week away.

Nothing NEW

I don't know why I feel compelled to say anything here today. I forgot what it was that I was going to talk about. It must have been totally profound.

I went to my favorite Vape store today. I sat in the lounge with the manager while he taught me to build a new coil. We started talking about work ethic. I guess one of his employees called in sick at the time the store opened.

My manager friend said that he "hated people who don't show up for work but complain about all the money they need". Apparently he is having problems with a few of his employees but at the same said he understood because "the owner didn't want to pay his employees anything". It always amazes me when business owners pay minimum wage and expect loyalty and responsibility. They are unrealistic. My grand dad paid his employees as well as he could when he started his company, sometimes leaving his own family hungry. He put in more hours that he expected from any one that worked for him. Apparently this Vape store owner expects to male a living from the store that he almost never works.

It makes me wonder, could I open my own store(s) and give my friend the responsibility and autonomy in my absence to decisions befitting his experience and make sure that he has something besides a minimum wage job to offer his staff. If for no other reason than to give my friend and his loyal customers a better life? He would have my backing and I could give him the benefit of my business knowledge. I can almost feel my boy whispering in my ear.

TAKING A BREAK

 

 

We will be taking a break for a while.

Th PlaySpace at the Ranch and Games We Play

We have a large post and beam building adjacent to the animal barn. It is our main play space with the larger equipment. The ceilings are high enough so that I can swing a 12 foot whip.  The sitting room off our bedroom was converted to a private play space. Boy's uncle built another "party" room off the wine cellar with spaces for tables and chairs. We removed the furniture and added locking steel doors to two spaces and insulated the third space for sound and installed a heavy wooden door. The space in deafening in it's quiet. The insulated room is where boy rides out a migraine. We also play outside among oak trees when weather permits.

Our toy collection grows but I think we have enough for now. At least we have enough big toys.

My boy is all tied up this morning in coils of black rope. I added a silicone plug under his Carrara for his further discomfort..


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Idea for a bondage game

April 21, 2015 Metal 4 Comments

 

Part One: Prisoner rolls one die, with the result of the roll to be as follows:

• Prisoner rolls a 1, his hands are cuffed behind back with a chain running from metal collar to cuffs, and he is locked in a cage or isolation cell.
• Prisoner rolls a 2, his neck is locked to ring in floor with 3 feet of slack.
• Prisoner rolls a 3, his neck is locked to ring in floor with 3 feet of slack and hands are cuffed behind back.
• Prisoner rolls a 4, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor with no slack.
• Prisoner rolls a 5, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor with no slack and his hands are cuffed behind.
• Prisoner rolls a 6, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor and his wrists/ankles are spread eagle, with prisoner on his back.

Part Two, after Prisoner’s bondage is determined with the first roll, prisoner is restrained and then the Captor rolls TWO dice, with the results as follows:

• Total number on both dice equals the number of hours the prisoner stays in the bondage.
• If prisoner rolls a double (i.e. two 2’s or two 5’s) the total number of hours is doubled. For example, if prisoner rolls two 4’s, he spends 16 hours in the bondage (4 plus 4 is 8 hours, which is doubled to 16).
• Prisoner will therefore be subjected to a minimum of three hours (if he rolls a 1 and a 2) to a maximum of 24 hours (if he rolls two 6’s) in bondage.

Part Three, interpretation of rules and consequences

• If prisoner complains or asks for early release, he forfeits all rights to release from the bondage and captors may extend imprisonment time and/or increase the severity of the bondage, at their discretion.
• There is only one way for the prisoner to get out early, and that is for the prisoner to convince the captor or another person to change positions with him and become prisoner.
• If that happens the new captor rolls two dice, which determine the sentence for the new prisoner, which is an additional 3 to 24 hours.

Another game that we play

 

 

His Spin of the wheel earned him 32 days of lock-up. That added to over a week locked already is a good start toward total frustration.

 

Home, We Are All Home At Last

slave: The box is and isn't the same. The first box is sound proof and lined with leather. The straps are leather and it was designed so that multiple layers of rubber or leather can be worn inside. A minute amount of movement is possible and it is far more comfortable than the new steel box. I am much more cramped in the steel box. Attempts to move are painful because the metal straps are tight and the edges feel threatening against bare skin. I didn't design the thing and I'm not enamored with it.

Master Ian is home,  we are all home at last.
This is the first thing I've done today that doesn't require a "physical coupling" with Master since he walked in the door.

Just a picture from Tumblr.
The slave doesn't look happy.
That's that opposite of what I feel today but still, I emphasize with him.

On the other hand, bring chained and owned by Master is one of the best things in my life.

Serving, slave, Beyond Sex

I know that many of my days are spent focusing on sex, bondage and kink that makes me feel horny, even though I am more often than not unable to bring it to finality. I think that most of us equate our kinky activities with sexuality, I know I do. But, for some of us, serving our Master goes beyond the obvious, like finding new ways to focus our activities to make that ONE person in our lived feel happy.

I commissioned my friend who is a tea hunter and expert to build a Tea house for me. It is located at the edge of the woods at the lower end of the property. We furnished it today and he began to teach me to perform a Chaji. It will take long practice to perform one with grace and dignity.

Master will be home sometime Monday.

When we take time for anything beyond love making, sex and kink, I will take Master to the Tea House.

Writing From Zurich

My slave was taken into the front door of the Chateau today.  The wardens immediately took him into the side room off the foyer. They stripped him and tied him with rope with the most beautiful and skilled workmanship that I have seen in my entire life. He was cinched without knots in inescapable bondage. Every strand and weave had a purpose. He looked beautiful. The wardens also bound his head, first with layers of duct tape then rope. They hobbled him with rope. I kissed him then said goodbye, although the wardens told me that he could not hear me. He was trembling as if he was a frightened child.

I felt sad seeing him shuffle down the corridor with a warden at each arm. I almost wanted to leave my business in Zurich undone so that I could stay and silently observe the events of his next 21 days unfold. But, I'll be back on Friday evening. The thing is, I have not set limits for his training this time and I have resolved not to interfere. I know that even though he may experience pain that they will do nothing that will harm him. He is also much stronger and more resolved to handle everything they can dish out so I know he can take "it" just as if I were tormenting him myself.

I have to try to get a few more hours of sleep before I have to suit-up for my business meetings.

Another Trip on the Extreme Metal Bondage Table

The first thing my boy said this morning was "I'd like to take another trip on that table today".
"You like that, do ya?  Okay but you're on for the whole day if I think you're handling it but you better not disappoint me. Is there anything you think we should ad or subtract to the experience?"
He said holes for nipple play would be good and a gag would reinforce the sense of being helpless. Maybe good ear plugs would enforce the sense of isolation. He said he could hear Ray and me talking last night.

First of all, the table was designed for intense bondage and denial. That's why we chose not to have holes in it for tit play. The bare metal top is meant to feel harsh. The hole for the genitals can be handy for play but it is meant to be used for urination.

slave has been properly restrained with gag and ear plugs for a little over two hours so far. I have a monitor alongside his head so I can leave him for periods of time. I fucked him then plugged him with my jiz still in his ass. I'm thinking that I can still play with clamps on the back side of his body. Maybe I'll decide to needle him.

Ripping My Hair Out!

Fuck this shitty company.
I am an even tempered guy but these idiots broke the final straw this morning. I pushed my chair away from the table and almost threw it at the CEO (PH - SH for piss head and his shit heads). This doesn't belong here but I am going to write at expose' and send it to the papers.  I walked out of the room and divested myself of my investment before the elevator brought me to the ground floor.

I went shopping and bought my boy a gift to celebrate my exit from the British economy. I'm waiting for my flight home to where people are more forthright.

A report from Ray: My slave, my boy and husband had a day off  and worked outside today, cleaning up a few things in Ray's garden. Ray put him in a diaper thing that is shaped like a cod piece. This will keep the drops of blood contained and keep his hands away from his penis so it can heal. Ray locked the Carrara without the tube over the diaper. The boy is like a 13 year old who just discovered that he can do more with his cock than just piss.

Did You Say No?

In a bar in San Francisco, I was standing with my back to Master's right arm starring at a guy who was a little shorter than me. He looked very familiar but it took a long time to place him. I's seen him in video clips on Tumblr. I don't know hid name but he always wore a sneer on his face and slapped his bottoms around and spit on them when he was done using them. I one of the videos, he was strangling a guy with a black rope while he fucked him. It always turned me on to see him use his bottoms in such a cruel way.

The guy saw me starring at him and eventually started walking toward me. From no-where, Master took my bottle from my hand and set it on the bar then used his right hand to cover my face and turn me so that my face was buried against his chest. Since I was gasping to breath, I didn't hear what he and the man where saying except that I was his property. Master pulled on the back of my collar, slightly choking me. He pulled me away from his chest and asked, "you want to fuck this guy, don't you, you filthy slut". I did but I didn't want to admit it. I said "NO!'.

"Did you say "no" to me?"
"Yes Master, I said "NO!".
"But you didn't mean "NO", did you?".
"Sir!", I started to say but he cut me short with a slap on my left cheek. It was the first time that he had ever slapped me. It gave me a raging hard-on. He pilled my face into his chest again, nearly suffocating me.

We went out for a bite to eat before heading to the condo. The gay walked in and sat across from Master. He smiled at Master but sneered at me. He came home with us and Master turned me over to him to use and abuse. He did everything that I had seen him do in videos and more. My face and chest were slightly bruised and I had rope marks around my neck. He came several times and I jacked off several times before he turned to talk to Master who was sitting on a chair in the corner watching us. Master stood up and unbuckled his belt. He beat my ass with it, calling me a slut then fucked me while holding is hand over my mouth.

I woke the next morning sandwiched between the two men who used me until I collapsed the night before.

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A dream

I dreamed that someone with muscled abs with pop-out veins locked an un-removable chastity belt on me. A flexible probe on the inside of the cock tube slid into my bladder. There was also a probe that went into my rectum. The probes vaporized waste and somehow got rid of it.  Any attempt to cut the belt off resulting in the belt healing itself as the cut was being attempted.

I woke in the middle of the night with an intense erection.

Some Thoughts

One needs to evaluate the life they are leading from time to time and in the process of introspection alter the course when something is not right or there are ne directions to explore...

The boy came to me expecting intensity and that has been the course of our lives from the start. He knows tenderness but constantly craves the intensity that brought use together. Everything is tight, hard and sometimes brutal. We never gave ourselves the chance to go slow. It is time to go back to before we started and build up to where we are now, taking the time to enjoy a slower ride.

We stayed in bed all morning yesterday, taking time for foreplay and conversation. The good thing about starting over in an established relationship is that neither is trying to impress the other. The boy wanted to be tied and fucked (raped is what he called it). It refused but instead pulled him down to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs up to me shoulders and pressed into him. I took my time, slowly measuring myself as I worked into his ass. I slowly fucked him, measuring our enjoyment by the quaking of our bodies. I edged then pulled back to start over again. He dribbled pre-cum endlessly. I stopped before cumming, leaving myself burning.

Ways of Being

Reggie is visiting for a week or two. He's brought his new boy with him. It was the first that I knew of the boy. He's nice looking with his jet black beard and hair cut in one of those trendy long slicked back top the head dew's with nearly shaved sides. He covered with a lot of black ink that looked like quick and impulsive, meaningful at the moment disjointed design

Master has given me use of the internet again.

We were all sitting in the living room talking casually. I was thirsty so I mentioned to Master that I wanted to get a drink of water and asked him if I could get him anything before I got my drink. He smiled as he tapped me on the cheek and told me to go ahead. I got up and asked Master Reggie if he or his boy would like anything. "We're good, slave".  I walked off to the kitchen to get an ice cold drink from the water cooler. It was so cold in my empty stomach that it hurt. Tony laughed "that water is a little cold to gulp".  "Hey Tony, do you need any help out here?" Tony kicked me out of the kitchen. I went back, as usually I kneelt in front of Mast before I sat at his feet. I noticed his glass was empty, "Master, are you sure that I can't get something for you?".

"Sit down and relax. You're off duty, in fact your skin feels cold. Go put something on and take a warm shower or bath if you want and take off to your study".  Master stepped into the bathroom while I was soaking. "Lock the studio doors and turn up your music and don't let anyone in there who doesn't have a key. Take your dogs with you". I climbed out of the tub and tried off. Master locked the Cararra chastity belt on me with my ass plugged and locked. He wrapped me in his arms then helped me put my t-shirt on.

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A Story:

He woke up feeling breathless and unable to move. He tried to open his eyes but something gauze pads and the tape that was wrapped around his head made it impossible. He started to panic and tried to open his mouth to scream but his dry stinking briefs were stuffed in his mouth and kept there with tape that was wrapped around his mouth and under his chin to the top of his head. His hands and body were tied to and old oak library chair and then wrapped again with duct tape. He couldn’t move, even his toes were taped together. He coughed as he tried to breathe again. A tube was fed through one of his nostrils down his throat to his stomach. He was scared, really scared to the point of absolute panic. He tried to breathe again then passed out.

He woke again from a choking feeling. His captors were pulling the tube out of stomach, throat and head. The sprayed a shot of decongestant into his nose that contained a steroid that along with the other drugs, opened his congested breathing passages. He groaned as best as he could and tried to shake his head, hoping that whoever was touching him would release him.

He heard muffled voices through his head wraps. “It looks like he’s coming around again”. Someone removed the tape that covered his ears and pulled foam plugs from his ear canals. “Listen”, said a gravelly voice, “You are our prisoner any misbehavior will result in this”. A sharp electrical blast from a stun gun ran from his balls through the rest of his body. He tried to scream and wiggle but nothing came out and he could move. The electricity blew through every nerve in his body. “You’re going to be here like this for another couple and days. IF you survive, we’ll move on to the next stage of your miserable life”.

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Australian Punishment Bench and Other Comments

The Australian Punishment Bench is a "wild ride". I may be a Master and Very Dominant Top but you have to understand that I started as a bottom and slave to a red haired brute named Reggie. The best Masters start at the bottom because they understand the bottom and know what it feels like physically and emotionally. I've taken more rides on the Australian Punishment Bench than I can count.

First, the slave or bottom is bent at the waste, his arms stretch out in front of him and restrained. The weight of the bottom half of the body hangs, pulling and stretching the body. The ankles are tied to the side post to keep the bottom from kicking. A wide belt across the back holds the body in place and protects the organs like the kidneys. All the muscles of the body are stretched and thinned by the hanging weight of the body which causes an increase in pain while being strapped, caned or flogged.

To be honest, on my recent trip to London, Reggie gave me a go on his bench. I can't handle it like I used to.

Taking the boy's cell phone and internet away is not just an arbitrary power game for me. I you knew and lived with him, you would know why I do it from time to time.

The only time that he is still is when he is bound. His brain is like a top that can't stop spinning. Sometimes I see him teetering on the point and I have to slow him down. A good illustration of that is trying to sit through a movie at home. He fidgets almost constantly, plays with Luminosity  on his tablet or looks up places or things that he hears about while watching TV. I think he is ADD, the kind that can focus on many things at one time. Keeping up with his conversation is a challenge  sometimes because he thinks about many related and unrelated things at once. It's like trying to listen to a radio that has no tuner but there might be a constant station playing in the background.

I can tell when he is close to burnout. I have to shut him down. Cell phones fly in  when he is near the tipping point. It is his primary object of revenge.

Now, this very moment, he is sitting still on the west facing deck. He is meditating with Tommy, Sancho, Panza and Buddha surrounding him. I had to cover him with a blanket. Other than a sigh for relief from the cooling air, he hardly responded. It is like the flip side of a coin.