It's Me, the slave

The shoulder is sore. I went to an acupuncturist this afternoon. She needed, cupped, used the spikey roller and rubbed Po Sum On into everything between the base of my skull and my waist. I stood under the shower forever and walked around the corral to let the animals know I'm still alive and well.

Master and I sat out on the deck with a glass of wine and a really nice cigar. It's amazing how much can be said while being silent. We were like a couple old people rocking the day away on front porch. At least that was the image I had in my mind.

I'm perpetually horny but I know that if I even mention play that Master would have all he could do to keep from slapping the crap out of me. So, I just sat beside him enjoying the wind in the trees and the smells of Tony's cooking drifting out of the kitchen window. I'm going to enjoy dining at the table with the family.

No reason for confusion

Take something away one day, give it back two days later. Good boy one minute then "punishment" the next.

My feelings are that slaves should not have anything outside of what keeps them alive and healthy so when Master took my pipes away, it resolved some conflict that I felt about smoking. I've gotten to enjoy it but it didn't really matter.

He ordered a really interesting pipe from Italy that came today. He gave it to me as a gift of sorts. I felt confused but never the less, grateful for the gift. He unlocked the cabinet where things like that are stored and told me to try it out. I was hesitant considering my headspace. I loaded the pipe and lit it. We sat outside by the pool enjoying our smoke and a cool drink. We talked freely and then took a swim.

We cleaned ourselves up and got ready to go out for the day. While giving Master head, he told me I am a good boy and that he loved my devotion to him. He said he completely and absolutely trusts me then removed my Carrara belt and slipped the spiked punisher on my cock.

Again, it was one thing one moment and the opposite the next.