Upside Down

Master was careful with me today. There was little stress on my arms and shoulders. He cuffed my hands behind my back and tied a rope between the cuffs and my balls and walked me up to the oak trees where he had thrown a rope over one of the heavier high branches. He coiled roped around my ankles then tied the rope that was hanging in the tree to that. He pulled me up using his brute strength so that I was hanging inverted with my face at his crotch height.

He fed me his piss. It's almost impossible to swallow when you're upside down but I got some of it down (I mean up). It didn't matter, my face and head were dripping with it. Once he had emptied himself he started stuffing his cock in my throat, got wood and shot a load in my mouth. Some of it dripped out of my nose and over my forehead.

Master had a signal whip curled and hanging from his belt. He started working on me with that until I begged him to stop. I asked him to use the body of the whip instead of the tail end. (Sorry for being demanding, Master! but you probably planned on doing that anyway. It's just that I had a vision of myself with tiger strips when all was done.

When he had completely obliterated my from side he began to pay attention to his rigid meat again and shoved it in my mouth and skull fucked my until I started gagging on his cum again. He lowered me to the ground and bent me over the fallen tree and scooped up my cum and spit to lubricate my ass. He plunged into that, fucking me for what seemed like hours before he let out a scream and came inside of me again.

He untied me and we rolled in the grass wondering if anyone with binoculars happened to be watching us. Master's scream must have alerted someone.

CHANGE

Change is good.

A note on my desk; "I am in the wine cellar cell".
He was standing at attention facing the corner.  He is able to enter the cell but cannot
get out if he closes the door from inside the cell.

His face was red from the choke collar. It was dangerous for him to continue wearing it
so I removed it. I replaced it with a heavy iron collar that is chained to a ring near the floor.
I left him in the dark.

Torture Under Foot.

The (my) insanity is over now. We talked for hours today but in a very different way and under very different conditions.

 Some time ago, before Master entered my life, I bought an inexpensive arm binder that the crafter called a Japanese Bondage Harness. It's made of inch wide leather that was very stiff at the time. A long strap buckled around the back of the neck, over the front of the shoulders then in back again where it buckles and locks. There is a ring behind the neck to which another long strap is attached. It extents down the middle of the back and terminate in another locking buckle after the strap wraps around the wrist. It is made so the wrists can rest at the lower back or pull the wrists as far up as just below the neck (if lack connective tissue in your shoulder joint). Let's just say that it is impossible.
Another independent strap is used horizontally around the upper arms to compress the upper arms together, adding pain to the bondage. I had the crafter buckled me into the contraption and continuously asked him to tighten it. I turned into his model for his display booth for the afternoon.
He played, tightening and loosening all afternoon. I had a rubber jock on that I filled with precum until it started running down my legs under my jeans into my combat boots. The guy gave it to me because he sold a lot of them that afternoon. That'd how I bought it.

Anyway, Master discovered among unpacked boxes of toys and restraints.

We planned on walking to the top of the hill to spend a relaxing time together but before we left, he took my shirt off then buckled the harness over my shoulders and continued until I was in stress. He clamped my tits and we set out on our trek. He hung the keys on the key rack before we left.

We got to the top of the hill and he sat on the fallen tree trunk with his back against the still live trunk. He told me to kneel in front of him and then lay my chest over the tops of my legs. He swung his booted feet in the air and let them land on my back. He lit one of his larger black cigars and said "We have to talk, are you comfortable". We had a long talk. We laughed a lot and he ended by telling me that we would not let "this" get out of hand again. I had already (with Christians help) decided that I will earn the right to be Master's slave so I cheerfully agreed.

Master helped me to my feet and massaged my shoulders and arms until the pain quieted. He undid my jeans then has me lean facing the log and bend over it. The next sound that I heard sent shivers down my spine. It was an unmistakable sound. He pulled his thick belt out of his worn leather jeans.
He beat my bruised ass, making me cry silently. He stood me up again and wrapped me tightly in his arms then had me drop to my knees again. He pissed into my mouth slowly so that I could swallow everything thing then he started pumping his cock into my throat. It didn't take long before he came. I sucked him for ever drop that I could get. I think that I pleased him

He removed the nipple clamps. I wanted to scream but dared not to.

Months ago, Master gagged me for no other reason that to quiet me. I got so turned on by it that I hoped he would do it more often. He also covers my mouth with his usually gloved hands when he wants me quiet. It happens all the time when we go to bars. Sometimes he turns my face into his chest when he doesn't want me talking to someone. It almost always causes my cock to react. Then I read a story called Bondage Fantasy World on http://www.metalbondnyc.com/stories-by-title/
about I guy who was not allowed to verbalize in anyway without being asked to talk by an official.
It was a story about and extreme situation but because Master has so often quieted me, I wanted to have that same treatment. It was one of the things we talked about. He said it was always something he wanted to do to me long term and that it would be a constant turn on for him.

And so it goes. I got one of the things I wished for. Just like in that story, if I talk or if I make noise during "play" without his express permission, I will earn a demerit that will lead to severe punishment or torture of his imagining.

By the way, if you read the story, it is now one of my deepest fantasies and Master knows about it.

Taking Time with Master

We're going out for a drive this afternoon and stopping who knows where. We'll play tourists in the valley. 

My little goat is feeding with his mother, at last. I think I taught them how to be mother and son. Like any adolescent, she wasn't prepared to be a mother. Sancho seems to favor the little guy. He took it upon himself to keep him warm between his front legs and chin for two nights.

Master let me out of the Carrara chastity belt. I've been locked in it since we got home. Frankly, I was surprised. We rolled around in bed for a couple hours before we got up. I got to use my horny little devil in ways I usually am denied. LET YOUR IMAGINATION RUN WILD ON THAT ONE.

Master took me up the hill and tied me naked between two Oak Trees and used his 12 foot bull whip on my back. Other than getting really cold, the whole event made my head spin. I do meditative breathe control and turn all my attention to the sound of the whip slicing the air and the sting of the knot on my back. It's like being comatose but feeling everything. I came, as I usually do during an intense whipping. Master poured alcohol over my back for a scintillating moment of torment and let it dry in the cold breeze before kissing me all over.

Master, you take my breath away!

Studio Time

I am in my studio today as I was yesterday. I break for meals with the family and time with all the fur children.

I have a sick baby goat. He would fit inside one of my boots. His mother is too young to be a mother and doesn't know what to do with him. He's inside of my shirt keeping warm. I feed him Goats milk by dipping my pinky into it then letting him suck on that. He's normal except that he's tiny. I hope he lives.

I've done a drawing of him from a photo.

I have a friend with HIV+. He is ADD and suffers from depression. I'd go into a coma if I ate as much sugar as he does. He stays up late then can't get up in the morning to go to work. He is sometimes a dizzy queen who needs a swift kick in the ass. We're talking about taking him in to get him settled down.

Well, that's it for now. Sorry to be a bummer.

My Energy is Full Steam Again

We rested for a couple days. I went to the Qi Gong doctor and had acupuncture. I

I didn't know it but Master brought four six foot long pieces of rope in his luggage. He managed to provide an intense and a much needed heavy duty fuck session and belting. He also let me cum a couple times.

 

 

Katmandu, Nepal

We are in Katmandu, Nepal.

We visited a Qi Gong physician that a friend from my hometown studied with years ago.
He's an ageless man with amazing energy. His touch is powerful although his actually physical grip is like the brush of a feather.

Katmandu is an interesting place. People are friendly and embraceable but I feel like I am surrounded by chaos.

Gagged

Master and I went to a Chipotle Mexican Grill last night. The line for service wrapped around the entire inside of the dining room but we were waited on fairly quickly. Once we sat down to eat, I watched people placing their orders. Most of the customer were guys on their way home from the gym that is across the street. Before long, I noticed how many guys were grabbing themselves by the their balls, seeming to rearrange them inside their shorts. I started to do a mental survey, laughing about it with Master. By my count, two thirds of the men standing in line consciously or unconsciously grabbed themselves.

I wonder how often the average male grabs their balls during the day with or without realizing it.
Were these particular guys doing it because they just got done working out and that made their hormone levels higher. I know I'm horny as hell after running or spending the evening at the Dojo.

 Hmmm.

We stopped by a bar down the street for a beer after eating the heat at Chipotle.  We bumped into a couple straight business men that we know. I got a little too honest when one of them asked me about our relationship. Master reached over and grabbed me by face, covering my mouth and nose.  What a fucking turn-on to have him do that in the middle of a straight bar.

 

I found these pictures on Tumblr. The bottom one made my cock hard.
It is my very favorite gag. Sometimes Master duct tapes over it.
Enough is never enough. Master's version has lockable buckles.

 

We're going to Japan instead of Germany in June

 

 

 

HUH? WHAT? WHERE AM I?

Master and I went to San Francisco today to do a little recreational shopping.

We started early, intending to grab breakfast in a little place in Sausalito but forgot and drove past it. "Oh well", we'll grab brunch before we go shopping. The next thing we knew was that it was almost 5:00 pm and I started to get queasy, sweaty and light headed. I was hypoglycemic.  What a horrible feeling! We hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon when we entertained a few friends for lunch. I ran at least ten miles after that to burn off the extra burger.

Master went into mother hen mode. and got me some sugar, which made me feel sick then dragged me to the food court and made me sit at a table near a trash can while he ran to get me something to eat. I'm not sure that a mall food court ever has real food. That ended our day. We're in our apartment to spend the night because I was exhausted and I was so consumed with anxiety that I couldn't handle the traffic.

I'd love to go out as long as we're in the city but Master is keeping me home with nothing to do.

An Evening in Front of the TV - Confusious

Master and I were watching TV. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa along side Master's legs. The Dogs surrounded me. Our little yellow dog came charging into the room from the hallway with his tennis ball and threw it at me. Time to play! Master asked me to be quiet so he could hear the dialogue in the movie. It was in Chinese with English subtitles. I was talkative, maybe a little too talkative. I commented on the Chinese landscape and said I would like to see it someday.

Master grunted, hit the pause button a left the room. He came back with a new leather stuff gag and a pair of handcuffs.

He cuffed my hands behind my back and stuffed the gag in my mouth. The gag forced my mouth open wide and filled my entire mouth, touching the back of my throat. It is big sucker, possibly the largest gag I've ever seen. My cock pushed at the walls of the tube of my chastity belt in response to being gagged and unable to do anything about it.  Master dug his thumb and forefinger into my neck, blocking my carotid arteries and said, "may this keep you quiet". I felt light headed. He let go of his grip and slid back into the sofa and hit the play button.

Chastity

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Atlas Shrugged

I just finished reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I had to read it in high school. My thoughts about it are radically different now than they were years ago. We've been watching Continuum on Netflix during the past week. Continuum starts out 50 years in the future in a world run by the Corporate Rights Counsel. It is interesting that my media infusions have been about fighting corporate greed.

Ayn Rand was prophetic in describing a world without shortages of resources and ruled by corporations. It seems as if it was based on the break-up of monopolies and cornered markets of the early 1900s. The prophetic part is that companies are building economic and political influences the barely skirt the definition of monopolies.

I witnessed it in my family. Grand Dad and his brother built a small company that grew rapidly after 1955. They bought a failing competitor in state then another across the country. They bought out a company in the UK and then one of the major supplier of parts. They were a family business that kept growing and buying until another larger corporation bought them. They were ready to sell because there was no family except me to take over and I had no interest. The corporation that purchased them also build jets, helicopters, and they own a huge number of other small and large companies. The Corporation is a quiet company with unbelievable holdings and political influence and many Federal contracts, most of them with the Department of Defense. There are so many corporations like this that in my paranoid thought, seem to rule the world which the average person is defenseless. I wonder if we are delusional in thinking we live in the land of the free. We're all slaves in one way or another.

 

I found this picture on tumblr the other day. I printed it and stood it up on Master's computer keyboard. Dan and I both got to try the position out.

 

Here's how the person who posted it described it: 

 

"I’ve been tied like that — always with a butt plug crammed in my tight fuckhole — and then my man just uses my mouth and cums on my face.  Meanwhile, I’m tied up, horny, and hard, and not able to do a thing about it."

 

It's exactly how it went for us. Master, Butch, Christopher and Pete all joined in to make Dan and me happy

 

 

 

The Noose

 

Master was in the mood to bully me from the moment he woke up. Nothing that I did was right, even when I followed his instructions to the letter. He slapped me around, beat me with a leather strap pushed me up against the side of a barn and yelled into my face like a military training sergeant. He ordered me to stand with my nose against the side of the barn with my legs spread and wrists crossed behind my back and wait for him.

I complied with his order. He came barreling out of the house and started calling me names and accused me of disobeying the moment his back was turned. He was dressed in black police gear and reflective sunglasses. He jammed his knee into my nuts then punished me with a slug in my back. Anyone who saw how he was treating me would have been appalled.

Master eventually cuffed my hands behind my back and dragged me into the barn by my shirt collar that he ripped and then tore it to shreds.

“Okay dumb fuck, I know you ripped all those helpless senior citizens off. Where the fuck did you hide the spoils from your little game?”

“Fuck you, you sleazy cop, I’m not telling your anything. You haven’t even read me my rights. I have a right to remain silent and that’s what I’m going to do!”

“That’s right boy! Yes, you have the right to remain silent. In fact, I’m going to make sure you take full advantage of that…”.

Master gagged me with a stinking old sock and strapped a hard jock cup gag over that. He shoved the gag in so tight that I had to work very hard to breath. He used police handcuff on my ankles, leaving me no room to move. He sat back on a bench and tied a noose with traditional 13 knots. He threw the noose over a barn beam and slipped it over my head, tightening it behind my right ear. He pulled me up to my toes and tied the rope off; leaving me in peril of hanging if I slipped or couldn’t maintain my weight on the tips of my toes.

Master used his signal whip on my back until I lost my balance and blacked out. I woke up, still bound, with my head between Master’s legs. The gag had been removed and the noose hung loosely from neck. He smiled when I opened my eyes. I felt content to know that he could still scare the crap of me. I laughed.

After thoughts:

I’d never put up with real abuse, not by a long shot but its fun to play at it occasionally. Sometimes I want to be gang raped. It happens occasionally when the family is playing together. I know a lot of guys have the fantasy but I can’t think of a single person that would want to be raped in reality. There’s a big difference between be submissive and being used against your will, although it’s hard to tell when looking in from the outside.

Master and I will be married one week from today. I wonder if it will change anything in our relationship. If it happens it happens. I am getting excited about it.

I was out with the horses earlier today. I decided to dismount and take a nap in the middle of the meadow. Sancho and Panza napped with me. Sancho allowed me to use him as a pillow and Panza fell asleep with his head on my stomach. It was a blissful way to spend a few hours on a Saturday afternoon. Down Jackets are a good thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Night

So we were staying in a hotel in San Francisco last night. Master had me tied quite inescapable, in fact, uncomfortably inescapable. He had stuffed a wash cloth into my mouth, tied it in place with a dirty sock then wrapped duct tape around it several times.

I'd been that way since lunch.

He slipped into his 20 hole grinders and laced then snuggly over his tightest leather jeans. His words were muffled a bit by a cigar that he held in his mouth. "I'm going out for a few hours but don't worry, I'll tighten your bondage and wrap more tape around your gag before I leave and so you won't get bored, I'll clamp you tits and the tip of your cock".

He turned the lights out just before leaving. "Don't forget", he said, "You're in a hotel room and you don't want to disturb the other guests", he laughed as he closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the hallway.

So, wherever you are, that's were you are.

Pain set in quickly as the teeth from the clamp on the tip of my cock started to work into my flesh.

Master, soon to be husband, warned me that we were to spend our "honeymoon" as husband and object. It seems to me that the knots in my harness are tightening and I plan on enjoying it.

Picnic Lunch Among the Redwoods

Driving down the road, the car made a sudden left turn into a park, seemingly having a mind of it's own. It was Master's cock that was navigating!

It was a cool fuckin' time.
Master had me lay on a picnic table with my jeans down around my knees. He fucked me right there.
It was the second time today.

We got home just after lunch then had to drive the rental to the local econo lease office.
We're heading north with the truck to pick up the Pygmy Goats that we purchased. We bought a pair to add to our menagerie. Butch is building a space in the barn for them tomorrow.  They are supposedly prodigious breeders during their second year. Sounds like they will fit in perfectly at the ranch.

I've posted the above drawing before. It's an absolute turn on because it is something
that Master likes to do to what you see in the picture to me.

 

 

 

 

 

Very Little Sex except in the morning

We're in Oregon. I think we'll be home late Wednesday.  The weather is good. It rains, mists and gets sunny as we drive through each microcosm. It's exactly what we expected. We let road signs direct us as we drive. We turned up a valley road because a sign said "Pigmy Goats", another sign drew us off the road that said "buttery cheeseburgers". We're driving out toward Pendleton to buy Indian Blankets and wool shirts tomorrow.

We're zig-sagging back and forth, burning up a lot of gas.

I lied about sex. I gave Master head while he was driving. I've always wanted to try it.

I was thinking more about homophobia today.  I've collected a few pictures of Military Men who were showing intimacy and closeness, as in friendship and male bonding.

 

We see women hugging and kissing each other while expressing affection. We don't immediately view as sexual. Up until recently, it was taboo for men to do the same.  Why can't we all express our love and affection without worrying about labels and judging one another?

Rings

We picked wedding rings today. We've commissioned a Goldsmith to come up with something different with sapphires and white metal. He came up with several designs for us to choose from.

I slept in a cage last night after being ordered to rim Master. My wrists and ankle were in police cuffs, forcing me to remain kneeling until I figured out how to lower myself to my stomach without banging myself up. Sleeping hogtied in police cuffs is miserable.

We're leaving for a weekend in Seattle. Friends are celebrating their wedding anniversary with a dungeon party. 

Fancy Rope Work

There is a great interest in Japanese style rope work, known as Shibari or Kinbaku. Shibari is Japanese for “bind”. Kinbaku means “bind tightly”. They are considered an art and a discipline. It goes beyond the knowledge of ropes to “kokoro”, knowledge of mind, body and spirit

Kinbaku is the one thing, other than actual punishment, that I fear most because of where in my head the process takes me and the length and intensity that is often associated with the practice.

The process; Master and I went for a walk through the fields and circled the Oak Trees at the top of the mountain. We sat on a fallen tree under the leafless branches of the wintering trees and simply enjoyed being with each other.

Tension built as we walked toward the house. My pre-bondage break was near an end.

I stripped to nothing. Master began building my bindings by wrapping soft hemp rope around my abdomen, coiling it around until my entire mid-section was covered. He kept the coil in place by weaving the rope back through the coil which tightened with each tug until my breathing was constricted. He continued twisting the rope, running it slowly and sensually over my skin. Eventually, I was suspended, ass in the air and my legs spread to expose my anus. My arms were spread apart, each held asymmetrically away from my body. Master gagged me a rope monkey fist and then snapped a pair of Japanese sail maker clamps onto my nipples and another pair on my perinea and my frenum.  Pain from the second pair of clamps built rapidly while the nipple clamps were sensuous. The coils of rope tightened as I struggled.

Master eventually removed the clamps and pushed me sideways, sending me swinging from side to side. I began to feel emotional as if I was near tears. I can’t explain the intensity of the helplessness, humiliation and a sort of cathartic remorse over nothing that I could recognize.  Master blindfolded me with a white and black bandana that was like a veil instead of blindness.

I was there, hanging without knowing how much time had passed. I could sense Master by the smoke from his cigar. He hasn’t smoked since early December before our holiday trip. It was a comforting smell it again.

Master lit several red candles. He poured pools of wax over my body until I began to scream. He had poured wax over my anus and genitals. He continued the torture until a thick layer of wax built up enough to forms a protective layer of everything that had been sensitive He lowered me to the floor and left me alone. I couldn’t understand why this session was so emotionally intense for me but it sapped me of all of my energy. I gave up trying to intellectualize and let myself wander through fleeting thoughts and memories until I fell sound asleep. I woke to find my head and shoulders propped among Master’s legs. He was stroking my head and bound shoulders. His erect cock pressed against my chest.

Master slowly and with the same sensuality untied me, letting the rope drop and slide on my body. He took as much or more time untying me as he did tying me. He tickled me and played with my wax encrusted tit and genitals. He untied me except for my arms and gag then lifted my upper body up and laid it over a table. He peeled the wax from rectum and filled it with lubricant. He fucked me. It was the third time of the day. Once in bed, twice, over the fallen tree on the mountain top and then a third time while still bound.

Yes, he has an insane sexual appetite. I am lucky to be the only recipient of his hunger.

Master peeled the wax from my genitals as he brought me to the edge. He edged me several times, leaving me to burn inside from near orgasm. It caused agony that I relished. He removed my gag and spread my mouth open with his hands and spit into my throat. At the moment of passion I didn’t mind it. He finally jacked me off, giving me permission to cum. He finished untying me and then we sat on the floor, kissing and hugging each other.

 

Spit

There are a few things that I object to. The worst is scat, the second is ingesting blood and having something spit into my mouth. I am not so concerned about Master spitting into me because we are so close anyway. He hates scat and blood sharing for the obvious reasons. They are a source, an easy source, of contracting illness of all sorts, not just sexually transmitted diseases.