Much Happens in Eight Days

Master tied my arms behind my back using jute rope in Bukkake style. The rope wound around my neck then back down to my arms, leaving a long tail of rope to use as a leash. He clamped a wide steel collar around my neck that was chained to a heavy steel ring that was attached to the wall. The bondage forced me to stand, back to the wall, standing flat feet on the cool cement floor. He inserted something into my urethra that was held in place by a ring at the base of my cock and another ring behind the meatus. It was secured by a post threaded through my apadrahvya. He attached wires to the base and the metal apadrahvya insert.

He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out.

It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.

Restrained in a Chair

I restrained my slave in a chair yesterday afternoon and left him there until midnight, my usual bed time. His ankles and wrists were chained form under the chair using:

 

http://www.blacksteel.com/hcs/index.cgi?section=Collection&start=18&mode=1

 

His feet went from the front under the chair, his hands were cuffed, palms facing out, behind the chair. He was restrained in the chair with a locking Humane Restraint belt across his chest and waist.

 

I strapped a ball gag head harness on his head and locked it then wrapped his neck with a three to four inch, very stiff leather collar made by Humane Restraints for a toy company in Pennsylvania. I blindfolded him with blacked-out Army goggles.

 

He was bound in the Television area of the great room. I hung a pair of Japanese Clover clamps over the back of the chair and told the guys to use them to torture him throughout the afternoon and evening. His tits were well tortured.

 

I wore a pair of black Diesel briefs that he repeated came in during his session.

 

I released him and we took a shower together where he blew me and I fucked him then we went to bed.

 

This morning, before breakfast, I hauled the slaves sleepy ass out to the dungeon and strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his lovely round ass with a Tawse. His cries turned to screams. 

 

 

 

Being my slave, I can use him anyway I want, when I want, nothing needs to make sense for him and nothing needs explanation. I am going to take him on a wild ride.

 

 

 

Well Deserved Torture

My slave is tightly restrained in metal and chains to a post in the dungeon. He is forced to stand on his toes by the rigid attachment of his neck to the post. I've beaten his thighs, stomach and chest with my belt. I had to gag him to keep him from disturbing anyone with his screams. I've covered his body with more than a hundred rubber tipped clothespins. He is crying and blubbering around his gag. I like it when he tries to scream and can't.

I took his gag out and asked him if he had enough.
"Master, can you please torture my nipples more intensely?"

It's been fifteen minutes and he only started to sob.

I added more pegs to his body.

I began to relent. He reached to remove some of the pressure on the nipple clamps.

He shook his "no!", rather violently. I left him to suffer.

I stroked and sucked his cock until he came then left him to stand, still restrained while I stepped out of the dungeon to stew in his agony.

He was slumped. His chest was covered with his spittle, sweat and tears when I returned.

Now the real torture begins as I slowly remove the pegs.

It's Been a Long Time (or So it Seems)

Master saw this picture on my New Year posting.

I can't get the tumblr address for a proper link.

 

 

He grabbed me from behind, catching my neck in the fold of his elbow and held me while he handcuffed my hands behind my back. He strung me up exactly how it is depicted in the picture. He gagged me with a ball gag, wrapping duct tape over and around my head then left me alone.

 

 

Master came back later, holding his twelve foot bullwhip. He threw it out on the floor between us. Without a word, he took several practice shots and then stepped forward to take a shot that wrapped around my right side. The knot landed on my back. The whole experience was aimed at my chest, thighs and wrapping around my sides. I had no choice but to take it. Limits are long gone. I feared each stroke but never feeling at risk od being hurt (damaged). Only one man has wrapped me with a whip and we never played after that.

 

 

Master removed the gag. It wasn't necessary anyway. I don't scream and cry out when being whipped because I am flying so high with Endorphins that it looks like I am comatose. I reached the magical moment when I started to have an orgasm. I fought it off and then, I felt a surge shooting through my entire body. My cock was painfully hard. I held it as long as I could before I spewed gobs of cum across the floor between us.

 

Master gave me a few sips of water then snapped a pair of clamps on my tits and left me. I hung exhausted in the restraints, waiting for what ever he planned to do next.

 

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BTW: Everyone on the ranch has quit smoking. We are using Vapes instead.  Master, Christopher and Butch are using juice with nicotine in it. I am using nicotine free. It's a fun sort of hobby and a satisfying thing to do. The nicotine addicted guys are gradually cutting back to zero nicotine. 

 

The reindeer are settling in. We opened the gates separating the animals to allow them to mingle and check each other out. The biggest problem is with the Llama. The big guy is very territorial and fearless so when the reindeer got near the alpaca, he charged at them. 



Not Functional

Slave did not do anything wrong but he got his ass beaten anyway. I can do that sort of thing without having a reason.

He is working outside this morning, not venturing to sit down any where. He is a sight with his bare blistered ass, Groethal and his shit kickers. It makes me horny to see him that way.  He has a big smile on his face today so I know that even with the tears, he enjoyed his beating.

I strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench. His arms were pulled straight out in front of him. He was bent at the waist with legs hanging down and strapped to the bench legs.  His feet were several inches from the floor. The body and muscles are stretched which increases the intensity of the punishment. He was well gagged with a ball gag. I tied a rope from the d-ring in the top of the harness to the front end of the table just to make his position more punishing.

I used a heavy rubber strap on his ass after warming him up with my hand. I counted out 100 strokes with the strap. He protested while I used my hands to warm him up. He groaned and twisted angrily. He hates being warmed up so I like to prolong it. Once the strapping begins, his breath rate drops and his body falls limp. His pulse rate drops and it seems like he is going all stoic and manly on me. It used to piss me off but experience with the crazy boy has taught me that his head wraps around each and every stroke, building up to a state of orgasm that is agonizing. His eyes turn red and puffy. Pools of tears wet the bench top. Any other slave would scream but he remains silent until he loses control of everything. His cock is so hard that it turns red and then purple. He shakes as if he is having a seizure then erupts, shooting cum the length of the table and beyond. I continued beating him, finishing out the final strokes. He goes limp and takes it all. His cock shrinks and hides close to his pelvis. He is finished and doesn't feel anything.

I release him. He slides off the table onto the floor with his ass in the air inviting me to fuck him. It happens. I am turned into a raging fuck monster while watching him react to the beating he gladly takes from me.

I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder to carry him into the shower and to bed. He threw his arm over me and buried his face under my side.

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.

Finding a privat diary on my slaves external drive.

My slave has given me absolute irrevocable power of his life, "past, present and future". He had turned his keys for everything so that nothing can be hidden. I'm learning trust from him.

I found a external storage device labeled Diaries and writings. I plugged it in and started reading. There are years worth of diaries dating back to high school and early writings about everything you can imagine.

I found references to suicide over the years that saddened me. He had even worked some plans out in detail. He was desperate for something he never felt he had. Someone to hold him tight. He wrote about feeling like a burden to his grand parents and being taken care of by housekeepers and chaperone who never quite filled his need for love.

Here is an excerpt that I feel safe in adding here

6 May 2011

I had a night with a “Top” named Alan. I was frustrated by his lack of experience. I was infuriated by wasting my time. Why do I bother? Do you think I want too much?

I’ give almost anything to find a real Master to take over my life, sort of like Max does without the history we share that keeps him from going all the way with me. It’s never going to happen. He’s been by surrogate father since I was 5.

So what do I want?

Someone bigger and stronger than me.
Someone masculine who cares little about what people think of him.
Tough and a little street wise.
Driven by a high testosterone level.
A little unwashed.
Someone who wants to turn me into his pig.
Tattoo/pierced

Someone who cares about me but has a dispassionate and sadistic side.
Someone to keep me unbalanced.
Someone to keep me balanced.
Someone who can say No to me.
Someone who won’t put up with my moody shit.
Someone who will slap the crap out of me if I say something mean or sarcastic

Someone to love me for good and bad but strong enough to eliminate the bad.

Someone who has the same wealth or has an ability to ignore mine.
Wealth can make happiness hard to find.

Someone to keep me captive and bound and torture me without hurting me.

Someone, most of all, someone that I can love, worship and respect so much that I can forget myself.

 A man who can change as our reality changes.
A man who can be Master, friend and big brother but mostly be my Master.His list went on.
 

Now for some fucking fun. My Mate Regie. He is an Irish Ginger that is fucking fun to be with. He trained me in a lot of stuff. He's here to help record some more hypnotic shit and work the slave over in ways he never felt before. Slave is in his cage except to piss and stretch and of course be fucked. Been that way for over a day. He'll stay there longer until he's good and tired of it.

Too much for slave boi

MY slave is completely exhausted today after a week of his birthday gift and his afternoon with Daniel creating their respective slave contracts. They were both excited and nervous about the contracts because of what the future had in store for them and because they want the contracts to be air tight in a judicial sense, even though not legally enforceable.

I gave my slave a taste of how his treatment will change if I choose it. Our bed is a large iron dungeon bed with many bondage features included. I made slave stand at the foot of the bed with his arms shackled behind him and feet shackled. I trussed him up in a suspension harness, forcing him to stand and ball gagged him. I gave him a fucking rough caning on his legs as a warning and told him that if he disturbed my sleep that he would get that at least doubled. He was forced to stand and watch me sleep all night. I promised him another caning if I caught him sleeping.

I fucked the hell out of him this morning and forced him to lick me clean.

He's locked in five way heavy metal inside of a small cage for the day, resting before the arrival of my mate Regie who is going to work him over for 24 hours. My slave is in for hell and some nasty abuse.

Our Planet from the Air

Slave sent me a link to a movie on BBC. I couldn't view it through that link but I found it on YouTube:  http://youtu.be/LyFDL_skre8.

It is artistically beautiful and a very distressing look at how humans are destroying the Global Environment but ends on a positive note. It suggests ways of changing the course we're on.

Please watch it and make a pledge to do just one thing to change the path we are on. I am changing a few things that will help. I am lousy at recycling, I'll make choices that are less fuel consuming when I travel and I'm going to eat less meat. You might too when you see how our meat is raised and the global cost. These are choices that are simple and most obvious for me to make. I hope that I can do more.

Now onto something kinky. The idea came from something Master saw on a Tumblr page.
He trapped my balls behind me between two long bamboo logs that he stole from a planter on the pool patio. He forced me to kneel then he tied my ankles to my thighs, spreading my legs as far as possible. He tied my wrists behind my back, made a monkey fist from rope and gagged me with it. He tied a rope collar and lead around my neck and let me that way. The pain in my balls grew as did the stress of kneeling on tile and being unable to do anything to relief the growing discomfort. I came back about a half hour later (it felt like hours) and pushed my forehead to the floor. He mounted my behind and fucked me. His movement stretched my balls further causing a sick feeling pain in my groin. My knees felt like they were being pierced by the tile corners. The worst thing was that I had oatmeal for breakfast so I had gas. (Very unsexy to fart while being fucked.)

Not a Sunny Day.

We had breakfast around the pool this morning. Well, Master had breakfast. He frog tied me while we were still in bed this morning. He carried me outside an put me down on the tile and left me there while he and the guys ate. Daniel said, "if that were me there, I'd think it would be nice to be gang banged to get the day started".

After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.

Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.

Together Again.

Master is with me in the Chateau. I was freed from the Dungeons shortly after he arrived. His touch feels so sweet after being parted at the Munich Airport nine days ago.

The driver from the airport did not cover my head for this trip to the Chateau. I've apparently graduated from being thought of as low life pledge slave meat. The brutal treatment that I had received in the past did not occur although I was restrained once I stepped inside the Chateau and escorted to the dungeons.

They watched me as I stripped. They restrained me in a chair while shaving the hair that I had grown since the beginning of our trip. The guards moved me to a ceramic bathing table and removed my body hair and scanned my ribs to check the signal from the tracking chip that they embedded there. It was a ritual that I have felt several times before so I felt comfortable with the process, including a very hot shower and scrubbing. 

They moved me to my cell. It was a gray stone room with a stainless prison style sink and toilet combination. The bed was a mattress that lay on the bare floor and a tattered woolen blanket. There is a ring embedded in the wall should they decide to chain me. The guards ordered me to lay on the mattress. My hands were restrained behind me and they had blindfolded me. One of the guards pulled me up at the waist. He squirted lubricant in my ass then pressed his hard cock inside of me. I objected, "I am sure that Master did not give permission for you to fuck me". The guard slapped me across the face on ordered me to stop my insolence. The guard continued to fuck me. Then I started to smell the guard and feel the shape of his cock and body as he held me from behind. "Christian?", I yelled. He started to laugh, "yes boy, it's Christian".

I asked, "what are you doing here".
"The same as you, I'm here for annual training."

"I am so happy to feel someone from home. Sir, how I miss home".
Christian is my "body guard", security guard, friend, part of my family and companion. He also acts for Master when he is not with me.

Most of my time in the Chateau is spent locked in solitary confinement with music playing softly in the background. I think but I am not sure that there are subliminal messaged in the background. What ever, Master is aware of it. My only break is to be taken out to be "trained" every day. Christian is usually present but not always active.  Days can be long, boring and monotonous. There are moments when I feel like I will go mad and then I go to sleep, waking up feeling the same monotony.

This is not a slave's life that I would want to live.

I met a slave who was training the first time that I was trained. We were locked hand, foot and neck to a wall in a long hall. He is an American who is owned by a Saudi. He had his teeth removed at the Chateau at his Master's request. He was quite happy when we talked again. He was wearing dentures that changed his facial structure. He smiled when ever he spoke of his Master so the trepidation that I felt about his situation as changed to gladness for him and respect instead of loathing of his Master who once sounded absurdly cruel.

Master came early. That meant that he either consummated the sale of the family business early or that the deal fell through. We haven't talked about that yet. The first and only thing that he was interested in was shoving his cock in my throat and ass while rolling me in his arms. He told me that he is going to renew his brand on my ass tomorrow then take me home.

Miho

We went to the mountains to visit the Miho today. The roads leading into the forests were breathtaking. The museum was crowded with western as well as Japanese tourists.

I love Japanese food, now that I've tried a few things that I was afraid of but I still stick to mostly vegetables and noodles. I'm just not a fan of rice unless it's mixed into something.  I had Udon noodles with vegetable broth, garlic chive flowers and boiled egg for breakfast this morning, Ramen noodles with chicken and vegetables at mid-day.  The ramen cooks make the noodles by hand. They are definitely different than the stuff we have in the U.S. The broth that they make is a matter of pride and the chefs who specialize in ramen compete with each other.

I hate sushi because of the texture of the Nori and rice but I love sashimi.

We're having some bondage fun over the weekend with a doctor who specialized in medical "torture" scenes. We invited him to dine with us in the hotel and then had a drink in our suite. He's an interesting mad who has had body completely covered with tattoo except from the neck up, below the wrists and below the ankles. He is very circumspect about exposing them or showing them off. I wouldn't have seen them either except that he and Master used my holes for a while.

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