Silke David: The Denver loft turned into a condo for our friends and family when they stay in Denver. It has a small playroom behind a moveable bookcase. It is a bit of James Bond or should I say "Bound".
The studio is going to be attached through a long glassed in hallway to the house with a lounge area/sunroom. The boy can stay natural, even when he works.
Speaking of the boy, I took him to the dungeon last night and tortured the hell out of him to hours before I got tired. He's fuckin marked and bruised. I left him tightly hogtied for the night and so far today. I figured out a new way of getting him all torture tight without cutting off circulation. I can tell he hates it although he never complains except to egg me on. I stood over him last night and came all over him instead of fucking him. He hates that too.
Showing posts with label beating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beating. Show all posts
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
14 Days of Chastity But who is Really Counting
14 days of 128 Days
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Ass Whoopin"
boy was laying hal awake on the bed. I was up hanging up my suit and trousers that I wore the day before. The boy heard me draw the belt from the trousers and kicked off the sheets and spread his arms and legs. He wanted the belt and the sting badly. I obliged of course.
I heard a gentle knock at the door and quietly opened it. The Master of the Chateau stood in the hall with a big smaile on his face.
"Good Morning, I trust you are emjoying yourselves".
He came to talk to us while my boy and I were together. It was a casual conversation about life in general, the business of keeping Christian with us at home and the direction that we are taking in our relationship. He added that we should be sure to utilize the staff if we need advice or help and that we should be visiting the Chateau more often since we are paying our membership annually.
I began giving the boy a good welting and invited The Master to join in. He drew his belt from his slacks and joined me. We double teamed the boy, one from each side of the bed. Boy went nuts. He starting humping the bed. I told him not to cum. He howled more and begged us to "do it right", which got him into trouble. We knew his game. We stopped and I ordered him to get on his knees. I forced him to kneel on the studded belt that I wear in my jeans. I forced him to stay while I cleaned up for breakfast. He struggled to hold his tears back.
I beat the boys back with my belt and then sent him to clean himself up and go to the dungeon to begin his day.
I heard a gentle knock at the door and quietly opened it. The Master of the Chateau stood in the hall with a big smaile on his face.
"Good Morning, I trust you are emjoying yourselves".
He came to talk to us while my boy and I were together. It was a casual conversation about life in general, the business of keeping Christian with us at home and the direction that we are taking in our relationship. He added that we should be sure to utilize the staff if we need advice or help and that we should be visiting the Chateau more often since we are paying our membership annually.
I began giving the boy a good welting and invited The Master to join in. He drew his belt from his slacks and joined me. We double teamed the boy, one from each side of the bed. Boy went nuts. He starting humping the bed. I told him not to cum. He howled more and begged us to "do it right", which got him into trouble. We knew his game. We stopped and I ordered him to get on his knees. I forced him to kneel on the studded belt that I wear in my jeans. I forced him to stay while I cleaned up for breakfast. He struggled to hold his tears back.
I beat the boys back with my belt and then sent him to clean himself up and go to the dungeon to begin his day.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
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.
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.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Another Day of Torment
This time, it is intense bondage and it's the slave's choice.
"Something really tight and extremely gagged so I can't indicate pain or pleasure. I want to feel abandoned. Something that will make me regret being bound by you." This is what he asked for. He never asks for anything in particular.
We were sitting out on the terrace around the pool near the fireplace while I enjoyed a cigar. Slave wore jeans and an old leather jacket. I cuffed his hands behind his back. I could see that he had something on his mind and I knew he was afraid to bring it up. I forced it out of him. He asked me to take him down to the punishment room. When I asked why, he said it wasn't for a real punishment but be wanted to be punished just because.
I refused and took him to the dungeon instead. I stretched him out belly down on the work table and beat his ass until he cried.
"Thank you MASTER!"
I laced him into his pin-prick leather corset. I called Chris in to steady him while I pulled the laced and locked the straps. I laced him into his pin-prick jock and then had him climb into the pin-prick body bag. Chris and I laced his pin-prick hood over his head then wound layers of PVC bondage tape over his mouth. We laced him into the body bag, pulling the laces as tight as we could get them the zip the flap over the lacings and locked it. We buckled the wide straps around him then laid him on the work table. We strapped him down on the table and then made a ruckus about leaving although I sat in the leather recliner monitoring him very closely.
Chris came in to the dungeon to give me a break. The slave lets out a whimper and moan now and then but he is handling his torture well. He's been in wraps for a little over three hours. How long he remains is up to him. I'll be able to tell when to let him out by intuition.
"Something really tight and extremely gagged so I can't indicate pain or pleasure. I want to feel abandoned. Something that will make me regret being bound by you." This is what he asked for. He never asks for anything in particular.
We were sitting out on the terrace around the pool near the fireplace while I enjoyed a cigar. Slave wore jeans and an old leather jacket. I cuffed his hands behind his back. I could see that he had something on his mind and I knew he was afraid to bring it up. I forced it out of him. He asked me to take him down to the punishment room. When I asked why, he said it wasn't for a real punishment but be wanted to be punished just because.
I refused and took him to the dungeon instead. I stretched him out belly down on the work table and beat his ass until he cried.
"Thank you MASTER!"
I laced him into his pin-prick leather corset. I called Chris in to steady him while I pulled the laced and locked the straps. I laced him into his pin-prick jock and then had him climb into the pin-prick body bag. Chris and I laced his pin-prick hood over his head then wound layers of PVC bondage tape over his mouth. We laced him into the body bag, pulling the laces as tight as we could get them the zip the flap over the lacings and locked it. We buckled the wide straps around him then laid him on the work table. We strapped him down on the table and then made a ruckus about leaving although I sat in the leather recliner monitoring him very closely.
Chris came in to the dungeon to give me a break. The slave lets out a whimper and moan now and then but he is handling his torture well. He's been in wraps for a little over three hours. How long he remains is up to him. I'll be able to tell when to let him out by intuition.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Out of Service
The door closed quietly behind. The latch slide into place and the key turned in the lock.
Alone in this cell, the cement blocks and the steel door would be my new home until Master returned home to free me. The cell had a stainless toilet and sink combination and a stainless steel platform supporting a thin tear and soil proof mattress. The small window in the door was covered from the outside and locked. A slot at waist height was where they slide my food trays into the cell or handcuff my hands behind my back before they take me to the shower.
Solitary confinement can do horrible things to a man's mind or it can free a man's mind to wander endlessly with a complete lack of awareness of the time. It just passes, robbing a man of his connection to reality.
Naked with no hair, a man can't even gauge time by the length of his hair. The chastity belt prevents self stimulation.
Three weeks have passed.
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It started one afternoon when Master hogged tied me with my calves tied against my thighs. He added a rope that was tied to a rope harness that he knotted around my chest. The other end was tied around my wrists. He raised me to my knees to attach a rope from the celling to my wrists that raised them to a severe Strappado position. I could balance on my knee caps to relieve the stress in my shoulders caused by Strappado or drop to kneel normally to relieve the pain in my knees. He sat back and watched the torture that he was inflicting on me.
He came to me after I began to feel exhaustion to untie my knees. He ordered me to sit my legs in a full lotus position then tied me into the position. He added a rope between my neck and folded legs so that my face pulled toward my knees causing the Strappado to pull tight and high behind my back.
He gagged me then slapped and punched me all over my body as I began to vocalize in response to the pain.
Alone in this cell, the cement blocks and the steel door would be my new home until Master returned home to free me. The cell had a stainless toilet and sink combination and a stainless steel platform supporting a thin tear and soil proof mattress. The small window in the door was covered from the outside and locked. A slot at waist height was where they slide my food trays into the cell or handcuff my hands behind my back before they take me to the shower.
Solitary confinement can do horrible things to a man's mind or it can free a man's mind to wander endlessly with a complete lack of awareness of the time. It just passes, robbing a man of his connection to reality.
Naked with no hair, a man can't even gauge time by the length of his hair. The chastity belt prevents self stimulation.
Three weeks have passed.
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It started one afternoon when Master hogged tied me with my calves tied against my thighs. He added a rope that was tied to a rope harness that he knotted around my chest. The other end was tied around my wrists. He raised me to my knees to attach a rope from the celling to my wrists that raised them to a severe Strappado position. I could balance on my knee caps to relieve the stress in my shoulders caused by Strappado or drop to kneel normally to relieve the pain in my knees. He sat back and watched the torture that he was inflicting on me.
He came to me after I began to feel exhaustion to untie my knees. He ordered me to sit my legs in a full lotus position then tied me into the position. He added a rope between my neck and folded legs so that my face pulled toward my knees causing the Strappado to pull tight and high behind my back.
He gagged me then slapped and punched me all over my body as I began to vocalize in response to the pain.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Mind Reading
It seems sometimes that Master is able to read my mind, especially when it comes to sex and play.
One afternoon while working in my studio, I had a sudden urge for Master to strap me down very tightly on the Australian whipping and gag me so that communicating would be painful beside entirely useless. I thought I would like to be left for a long period of time to die the thousand deaths, wondering how intense the session would get and building fearful anticipation and regret for consenting to the coming punishment. My desire slid into the pit of my stomach because I knew that if I could think it that Master would eventually do it.
I laid a strip of Prussian Blue on my palette and began to mix it with another shade of blue when Master appeared from behind the canvas. He told me to clean up and meet him in the dungeon. I did as he ordered and the crossed the drive in the rain to meet him. He stood looking stern and irked that I had taken so long. He grabbed my nipples and lifted me off the ground by them. "When I tell you to meet me somewhere I don't want any dallying, do you understand?"
Master strapped me to the bench, stretching me and tightening and retightening straps until the position became almost intolerable and the straps felt like they would cut into my flesh. He gagged me with what looks like a ball gag from the outside but has a pecker gag pushing to the back of the throat. Everything went as I fantasized in my momentary day dream. Master fucked me and cum dumped in my ass the pulled out and let it dribble down the inside of my legs.
Master pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans and folded it over. He showed it to me and told me to smell it. "It smells like leather and your blood, doesn't it boy!" He pulled it away from my nose and raised it in the air above his head and swung full arm, sending it crashing down on my butt. Beatings like this are hellish, they are given for no other reason than for his own pleasure. He beats me and then fucks me then beats me more. In the end, when the endorphins are beginning to subside, the beatings are gratifying. Tear stains show Master that he has worked his magic. The hugs and kisses once I am released are proof that I am thankful that I belong to him.
One afternoon while working in my studio, I had a sudden urge for Master to strap me down very tightly on the Australian whipping and gag me so that communicating would be painful beside entirely useless. I thought I would like to be left for a long period of time to die the thousand deaths, wondering how intense the session would get and building fearful anticipation and regret for consenting to the coming punishment. My desire slid into the pit of my stomach because I knew that if I could think it that Master would eventually do it.
I laid a strip of Prussian Blue on my palette and began to mix it with another shade of blue when Master appeared from behind the canvas. He told me to clean up and meet him in the dungeon. I did as he ordered and the crossed the drive in the rain to meet him. He stood looking stern and irked that I had taken so long. He grabbed my nipples and lifted me off the ground by them. "When I tell you to meet me somewhere I don't want any dallying, do you understand?"
Master strapped me to the bench, stretching me and tightening and retightening straps until the position became almost intolerable and the straps felt like they would cut into my flesh. He gagged me with what looks like a ball gag from the outside but has a pecker gag pushing to the back of the throat. Everything went as I fantasized in my momentary day dream. Master fucked me and cum dumped in my ass the pulled out and let it dribble down the inside of my legs.
Master pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans and folded it over. He showed it to me and told me to smell it. "It smells like leather and your blood, doesn't it boy!" He pulled it away from my nose and raised it in the air above his head and swung full arm, sending it crashing down on my butt. Beatings like this are hellish, they are given for no other reason than for his own pleasure. He beats me and then fucks me then beats me more. In the end, when the endorphins are beginning to subside, the beatings are gratifying. Tear stains show Master that he has worked his magic. The hugs and kisses once I am released are proof that I am thankful that I belong to him.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Misery
Object spent a night in misery. It was a classic case of letting his cock do his thinking, but he recovered the next day by sleeping under his meager wool.
He was up and around outside earlier today. Butch gave him a job to challenge him. He struggled with his chains which constantly challenged him but he was determined to get his work completed. Butch gave him a few swats with a paddle when he tried to rest. Butch gave the object a bar of soap and a shower under the garden hose because he smelled horrible after being stuck under ground for so many days.
Object ate his dinner on the kitchen floor then cleaned the kitchen for Tony before standing in the corner while the rest of us sat comfortably watching a movie. He is chained to the bed frame waiting for me. He'll be sleeping on the floor when I am done with him for the night.
He was up and around outside earlier today. Butch gave him a job to challenge him. He struggled with his chains which constantly challenged him but he was determined to get his work completed. Butch gave him a few swats with a paddle when he tried to rest. Butch gave the object a bar of soap and a shower under the garden hose because he smelled horrible after being stuck under ground for so many days.
Object ate his dinner on the kitchen floor then cleaned the kitchen for Tony before standing in the corner while the rest of us sat comfortably watching a movie. He is chained to the bed frame waiting for me. He'll be sleeping on the floor when I am done with him for the night.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Answers
I am keeping him prisoner/object without any clue to the outcome. We're living this moment by moment. It is rather a conclusion of our first time together when he came to me to be my object except that I know him now so I can be much more of a beast than I could without all the knowledge of him that I've collected in our short time together.
I fully intent to bring him to the point where he begins to believe he is an object. I suspect that there will be times when I have difficulty pushing him and myself but I will have Christian monitoring the entire interaction. He will sure me up or stop me so there is a safeguard of having a more experienced Master overseeing the needs of both my slave and myself. He can also act for me in my weakness.
This is truly an adventure for all involved.
The slave knows himself better and is in far stronger than when I first met him.
I fully intent to bring him to the point where he begins to believe he is an object. I suspect that there will be times when I have difficulty pushing him and myself but I will have Christian monitoring the entire interaction. He will sure me up or stop me so there is a safeguard of having a more experienced Master overseeing the needs of both my slave and myself. He can also act for me in my weakness.
This is truly an adventure for all involved.
The slave knows himself better and is in far stronger than when I first met him.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
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.
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.
Friday, October 3, 2014
The Implications of Slavery – Part Five
The Implications of Slavery – Part Five
Set up a time at regular intervals to discuss the business and
financial aspects of your relationship. Unless you have a truly unequal
relationship in which the Master takes complete financial responsibility for
the slave, it is important to know what and where financials are set in place
and the contributions of each person in the relationship. Remove the guess work
and understand planning for the financial survival of the relationship.
We involved ourselves in Financial Planning, primarily
focusing on the slave’s assets and income. This took most of the day this past
Wednesday. I laid out my finances for the slave yesterday. The sale of my
portion of the family business and continued income from investments needed to
diagramed for his understanding so that we both understood what complications
could ensnare us and affect our family and employees. We do this every three
months besides running a brief statement each week. In other words, we run part
of our lives as a business.
Today was a play day. The slave had his wrists restrained in
leather cuffs to his balls all day with a large ball gag head harness locked around
his head. I changed other features of his bondage though out the day and
tormented his tits constantly. He was my cum dump, dripping, drooling pig all
day and his own clean-up crew early this evening. The crazy boy asked me to
beat him with my belt and I was happy to oblige him. Then asked me to beat him
again while he crawled around cleaning up the mess he made.
I fucked him again while in the shower and then we got
dressed and joined the family for dinner and a movie in the family room. The
boy leaned against the sofa between my legs. Daniel did the same at Butch’s
knees. The room was crowded with men, slaves and dogs. Cigar smoke drifted
above our heads.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Heavy Padded Leather Hood
We were sitting in Greatroom watching a movie while sipping wine from dinner. slave was at my side enjoying the second hand smoke from my cigar. He went to the playroom in my bedroom to get a leather hood and a pair of Darby Handcuffs. He approached me on his knees asking me to lock them on him. I took hood and cuffs from him and set them on the table to my right. He looked at me with anticipation but I looked at the TV screen without responding to him until I noticed that his position was sloppy. I ordered him to kneel properly in front of me or I would give him my belt across his ass. He held the position for a good hour then told him to sit between my legs.
Rather than using the hood and cuffs, I held his mouth and nose with my hand alternating with holding the front of his neck as if to strangle him. He takes this treatment placidly, holding his hands behind his back to control the urge to struggle.
He no longer struggles, no longer flinches and no longer avoids my touch, all of which takes a great amount of self discipline to master. This tells me two things about him. He has absolutely put his life in my hands and he is constantly mindful of my attention to him.
Butch and Daniel come home from Europe today. We'll have a full table for meals again for the first time in over a month. Butch can see how well Jason has fit in to the workings of the ranch. I, with slave's approval intend to invite him into the family if Butch approves of his work during the past month. Jason is a good man.
Today is Wednesday, a day that slave hates. He dresses for business and works on numbers in the office with me. He would rather leave everything to my discretion but we're talking about his money, my money and ranch income and expenses. He needs to know what goes on and I need his detail oriented mind to find any mistakes that I make.
Rather than using the hood and cuffs, I held his mouth and nose with my hand alternating with holding the front of his neck as if to strangle him. He takes this treatment placidly, holding his hands behind his back to control the urge to struggle.
He no longer struggles, no longer flinches and no longer avoids my touch, all of which takes a great amount of self discipline to master. This tells me two things about him. He has absolutely put his life in my hands and he is constantly mindful of my attention to him.
Butch and Daniel come home from Europe today. We'll have a full table for meals again for the first time in over a month. Butch can see how well Jason has fit in to the workings of the ranch. I, with slave's approval intend to invite him into the family if Butch approves of his work during the past month. Jason is a good man.
Today is Wednesday, a day that slave hates. He dresses for business and works on numbers in the office with me. He would rather leave everything to my discretion but we're talking about his money, my money and ranch income and expenses. He needs to know what goes on and I need his detail oriented mind to find any mistakes that I make.
Friday, September 12, 2014
I'm Not Sure That I want to Finnish This
It is hard to tell what goes on in that boys head. He's been in constant bondage and pain for a week now. I moved him from his larger cage to the punishment cage where he is unable to move. He doesn't make a sound. There are no moans or sighs of exasperation. He gives no indication that pain is getting to him. He takes everything I give him and seems happier for it. I can't work him over anymore. His scrotum has sores on it. His tits are swollen, his ass and back are fucked up, there is nothing left but his smile whenever I take his gag out.
I asked our surgeon friend to come to check his scrotum and cock out and talk to the boy. He's one of my boys best and oldest friend. He told me to keep the wounds clean and don't touch them for a while.
"What about his head? Has he gone off the deep end? No matter how I treat him, he is happy. He only smiles and thanks me for it."
"He is happy, he's high. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep his wounds clean, if they start to look more inflamed, call me. I'll come out to visit you guys on Saturday. I'd be honored if you would fuck me over for the weekend. I'm not on call".
I've been taking the boy out of his cage twice a day. His hands are always restrained behind his back. I take him into the shower and wash him with Tea Tree Oil soap and dry him. I remove his gag and feed him Tony's special "object diet" in a dog bowl then take his cuffs off so he can brush his teeth and clean his mouth. I give him a chance to make one request, hoping that he will tell me he doesn't like the objectification "game" and wants to crawl back in my bed. He doesn't.
One day he walked over to the wall where the straps and paddles hang and brings me a six layer leather strap with a flogger type handle and asked me to beat him with it. One morning, yesterday in fact, he asked for a cup of hot coffee. Last night he asked me to restrain his upper arms with his elbows together with a wide leather strap. He asked me to tighten it after I buckled it the first time.
He never begs me for the one thing I want to hear. "Please Master stop treating me like an object.
I know I would say "NO FUCKER!" at least for a day or two but I would know he's not enjoying this trip that we're on.
The thing that comes from this is that he is like clay in my hands and he is absolutely affectionate without the sense of preoccupation that I sometimes get from him.
I asked our surgeon friend to come to check his scrotum and cock out and talk to the boy. He's one of my boys best and oldest friend. He told me to keep the wounds clean and don't touch them for a while.
"What about his head? Has he gone off the deep end? No matter how I treat him, he is happy. He only smiles and thanks me for it."
"He is happy, he's high. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep his wounds clean, if they start to look more inflamed, call me. I'll come out to visit you guys on Saturday. I'd be honored if you would fuck me over for the weekend. I'm not on call".
I've been taking the boy out of his cage twice a day. His hands are always restrained behind his back. I take him into the shower and wash him with Tea Tree Oil soap and dry him. I remove his gag and feed him Tony's special "object diet" in a dog bowl then take his cuffs off so he can brush his teeth and clean his mouth. I give him a chance to make one request, hoping that he will tell me he doesn't like the objectification "game" and wants to crawl back in my bed. He doesn't.
One day he walked over to the wall where the straps and paddles hang and brings me a six layer leather strap with a flogger type handle and asked me to beat him with it. One morning, yesterday in fact, he asked for a cup of hot coffee. Last night he asked me to restrain his upper arms with his elbows together with a wide leather strap. He asked me to tighten it after I buckled it the first time.
He never begs me for the one thing I want to hear. "Please Master stop treating me like an object.
I know I would say "NO FUCKER!" at least for a day or two but I would know he's not enjoying this trip that we're on.
The thing that comes from this is that he is like clay in my hands and he is absolutely affectionate without the sense of preoccupation that I sometimes get from him.
Monday, September 8, 2014
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.
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.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Yeah! Back to Normal
My chastity belt has gotten to be a comfort to me. It takes all responsibility for myself out of my hands but it hasn't been doing much since I'm not able to ejaculate anyway. I asked Master if he had done something to me with all this subliminal suggestion stuff that he has been subjecting me to. He said he had. "Trace, your Master wants you to cum", was his magic word. "Just to inform you slave, you can not release yourself. Only my voice will release you."
"You mean I can cum now?"
He told me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed. He said, "Hands tied" and I involuntarily crossed behind my back. He pulled me forward and gave me a bear hug. He pushed me back to begin torturing my tits with his fingers. I would never do anything to defend myself from him voluntarily anyway but he told me he would continue until I pushed his hands away. I could not free myself no matter the effort I put into it. I put my head against his chest and thanked him for taking greater control of me. He smiled and stopped assaulting my tit. He held me against his chest for the longest time. He said, "what is it that you want to ask me?".
"Master, you haven't plowed into either of my holes for a couple days, have I done something wrong?"
Master grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me into the bedroom to work me over.
Back to normal.
He tied me spread eagle on the bed, face down and drew his heavy old brown leather belt from his jeans and gave me 40 heavy whacks. It was the kind of beating that would have made scream of cry but he had not given me permission to make noise with my mouth. I gave full focus to each stroke, raising my butt to great it. My cock fought its prison and precum drizzled from the tube of the chastity belt into the bed.
He untied my ankles and folded my legs over me to the headboard and tied my ankles to the posts, spreading me open. His cock was already hard and dripping precum that he used to lubricate my hole. He climbed between my legs and looked straight into my eyes. I looked into his. He minded me that I belong to him and that he will do anything he likes to me. His eyes were intense in their gaze. I looked at his face, his hair and his weeks old beard, admiring him. I spoke without permission. Thank You Master.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
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.
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.
Monday, August 25, 2014
My slave, My Pig, Regie's slave
My slave, my pig, gave me that gag he wrote about. He'd thought about that taboo for a long time. It's been one hurdle that he couldn't jump.
I buckled it in slave's mouth immediately when I took it out of it's box. I had him lay on the bed with his arms at his side as if tied. I saw him tremble. I used his mouth for my spit can, he swallowed, gagging, tears in his eyes. I took my belt out and beat his front side, called him pig and didn't stop until he let loose and sobbed. I spit in his mouth again and then came in it. It was a catharsis.
He slowly crept out of bed this morning after I edged myself in his ass all night. He took my piss then went into the bathroom to fill his piss bottle so that he could drink it front of me. I know he hates morning piss and I get off on that.
Time to go back to bed for a while.
I'm giving slave to Regie for 24 hours.
I buckled it in slave's mouth immediately when I took it out of it's box. I had him lay on the bed with his arms at his side as if tied. I saw him tremble. I used his mouth for my spit can, he swallowed, gagging, tears in his eyes. I took my belt out and beat his front side, called him pig and didn't stop until he let loose and sobbed. I spit in his mouth again and then came in it. It was a catharsis.
He slowly crept out of bed this morning after I edged myself in his ass all night. He took my piss then went into the bathroom to fill his piss bottle so that he could drink it front of me. I know he hates morning piss and I get off on that.
Time to go back to bed for a while.
I'm giving slave to Regie for 24 hours.
Thursday, August 21, 2014
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.
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.
Fuck this bullsheite! It's not going to happen!
Christian stole into the bedroom dungeon and took me out of restraints. He marched me to the punishment room and beat me until I passed out. He took me to the dungeon out in the barn and continued beating me and slapping me around. He tortured my cock, balls and tits with one intent, to punish me. He talked angrily through the whole incident, telling me to stop my bullshit and figure out how I was going to service my Master instead of disrupting the best relationship that I could hope to find. He took the contract that we all signed and burned it above my bound body. The ashes and burning paper fell on my skin, leaving minor but painful burns. "Fuck this bullsheite! it is not going to happen!"
Christian beat me more, "you fucking piece of shit, either keep your trap shut and behave or I swear I will make your sorry". He terrified me and rightfully so. He removed the restraints and help me sit up. He hugged me. His eyes were reddened by anger an tears. He looked so hurt that I started to cry.
"I want you to go to your room and crawl into bed along side your Master and put your arms around him. Remember, one more word of this bullsheite and I'm going to tear you apart!"
Master was fitfully sleeping when I crawled in to bed beside. I put my arm around him and he moaned then fell into a much quieter sleep. He woke me as he crawled out of bed. I immediately jumped and sank to my knees before him with my mouth wide open, waiting for him to use me. He stepped back in shock when he saw all the bruises, cuts and welts on my body. I dropped my head when he said "What in Hell".
"Please Sir! let me serve you SIR!" That was the end of his inquiry.
Just to make it clear. Christian was sent to live with us for what is in essence, security but also a mediator and enforcer. I am being the cause of disruption even though I try not to be. He came out of observer status and put me in my place. His final words last night: "earn what you want'.
Christian beat me more, "you fucking piece of shit, either keep your trap shut and behave or I swear I will make your sorry". He terrified me and rightfully so. He removed the restraints and help me sit up. He hugged me. His eyes were reddened by anger an tears. He looked so hurt that I started to cry.
"I want you to go to your room and crawl into bed along side your Master and put your arms around him. Remember, one more word of this bullsheite and I'm going to tear you apart!"
Master was fitfully sleeping when I crawled in to bed beside. I put my arm around him and he moaned then fell into a much quieter sleep. He woke me as he crawled out of bed. I immediately jumped and sank to my knees before him with my mouth wide open, waiting for him to use me. He stepped back in shock when he saw all the bruises, cuts and welts on my body. I dropped my head when he said "What in Hell".
"Please Sir! let me serve you SIR!" That was the end of his inquiry.
Just to make it clear. Christian was sent to live with us for what is in essence, security but also a mediator and enforcer. I am being the cause of disruption even though I try not to be. He came out of observer status and put me in my place. His final words last night: "earn what you want'.
Monday, August 18, 2014
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.
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.
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