One of my favorite Hoods to use on the boy is a hood that Jim Stewart made some time ago. Good heavy thick leather on the outside lined with Garment Leather. No holes except two punched openings at the nostrils. It's a bit small for the boy so it's a struggle to get it on him. I becomes a very tight second skin. He can't move his jaw at all so his mouth is forced closed. I put him in a leather straightjacket. It's black on the outside with kid glove blood red leather on the inside that clings when it get damp from sweat. All the buckles lock. I inverted him. He was wearing chaps and boots.
The boy was in serious shape, hardly able to breath and locked up cock. He'd been wearing the belt for well over a month without getting any relief at all through all of our sessions. I finally took it off. I can't have the boy trying to go through international airports with that thing on him. Not in the East. So I drew my belt from my jeans and let him know I was going to work him over with it. His ass was at a perfect height for a good belting.
I beat his ass to bruising.
I took him down and kept him bound. I bent him over the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his ass some more before I fucked him over and over until I had nothing left and my cock was sore. I wanted to give the boy something to think about during that very long trip to Bhutan.
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Saturday, September 13, 2014
If I Were In Your Shoes
I heard the boy give out a loud exasperated sigh and then a scream through the monitor that I keep on my desk while I am working. I rushed out to see why he made the noises but once inside the dungeon I slowed myself down to appear unconcerned. He was fine, the predicament that he was in had finally sunk in. He was exasperated.
I reached through the bars to tighten his collar another notch. I can still get my full index finger between the collar and his neck. I should be two more days before it fits snugly.
I think he was anticipating that I would change his position or at least take the angle iron the presses into his crotch out but I did something that absolutely shock him instead. I took my shirt and boots off and pulled a heavy chair in front of his cage so that he had to look at me. I locked my own ankles to the chair in leg irons. Clamped tongue clamps on my nipples and then told him that I wanted to help him out but couldn't. I strapped a gag in my mouth just like the one he was wearing then threw my keys on the floor between us. I locked handcuffs around my wrists and behind the chair.
I instructed Tony to come to free me in three hours. The boy was shocked. He never imagined me, much less saw me in bondage.
The truth is that Reggie was my Master for months before I had to move to New York. He was a ruthless ass whole who kept me in bondage from the moment I got home from work until I had to get ready to leave in the morning. I was his cum hole and whipping boy. He'd even sewn my mouth shut over a five day holiday. He was hell to serve. We never fell in love and I hated him at times. I even threatened to kill him and meant it. I lost my taste and need for being bound and disciplined after that.
It has been a long time since I've had clamps on my tits. I wished I hadn't given Tony three hours before releasing me. I had a very hard time keeping myself from screaming.
Tony finally came to release me but as instructed released the boy first. The boy kneeled in front of me, opened my zipper and sucked me dry. He stood and starred at the keys. He has such an aversion to touching his Master's keys that he could not pick them up. Tony knew this was a test and stood by watching him. The boy's internal fight went on for a good five minutes before Tony removed the clamps and the gag then unlocked the restraints. The boy dropped to slave kneeling position as I stood up.
I grabbed him by his collar and told him to stand. I walked him into the house and gave him a bottle of cold water then took him into the shower with me. I washed him the stood him facing the wall while I washed myself. I turned him around and held him tight while kissing the back of his throat with my tongue. He dried me then himself.
We walked out to the kitchen butt naked. I sat in my place then invited the boy to sit in a chair. Tony made Chateau Briand for the three of us. The boy ate very slowly, reluctantly eating his slab of rare meat. He would have greedily gobbled it down before watching the movie about how farm animals are treated. I encouraged him because he needed the nutrients. He ate broccolini and mashed sweet potato with total abandon. Tony made white chocolate cream filled tarts with fresh fruit. The boy ate the fruit and a bit of the cream then pushed the rest aside, asking Tony to save it for him.
We launched ourselves into the great room to watch a movie. Boy instinctively sat at my feet until I told him to climb on the sofa and put his head on my thigh. I covered him with a throw and let him fall asleep while I enjoyed a cigar and red wine that Tony brought home last week.
I carried the boy into my bed and that's where he will stay the night. I will wrap my arms around him and plant my cock in his ass where it belongs.
I reached through the bars to tighten his collar another notch. I can still get my full index finger between the collar and his neck. I should be two more days before it fits snugly.
I think he was anticipating that I would change his position or at least take the angle iron the presses into his crotch out but I did something that absolutely shock him instead. I took my shirt and boots off and pulled a heavy chair in front of his cage so that he had to look at me. I locked my own ankles to the chair in leg irons. Clamped tongue clamps on my nipples and then told him that I wanted to help him out but couldn't. I strapped a gag in my mouth just like the one he was wearing then threw my keys on the floor between us. I locked handcuffs around my wrists and behind the chair.
I instructed Tony to come to free me in three hours. The boy was shocked. He never imagined me, much less saw me in bondage.
The truth is that Reggie was my Master for months before I had to move to New York. He was a ruthless ass whole who kept me in bondage from the moment I got home from work until I had to get ready to leave in the morning. I was his cum hole and whipping boy. He'd even sewn my mouth shut over a five day holiday. He was hell to serve. We never fell in love and I hated him at times. I even threatened to kill him and meant it. I lost my taste and need for being bound and disciplined after that.
It has been a long time since I've had clamps on my tits. I wished I hadn't given Tony three hours before releasing me. I had a very hard time keeping myself from screaming.
Tony finally came to release me but as instructed released the boy first. The boy kneeled in front of me, opened my zipper and sucked me dry. He stood and starred at the keys. He has such an aversion to touching his Master's keys that he could not pick them up. Tony knew this was a test and stood by watching him. The boy's internal fight went on for a good five minutes before Tony removed the clamps and the gag then unlocked the restraints. The boy dropped to slave kneeling position as I stood up.
I grabbed him by his collar and told him to stand. I walked him into the house and gave him a bottle of cold water then took him into the shower with me. I washed him the stood him facing the wall while I washed myself. I turned him around and held him tight while kissing the back of his throat with my tongue. He dried me then himself.
We walked out to the kitchen butt naked. I sat in my place then invited the boy to sit in a chair. Tony made Chateau Briand for the three of us. The boy ate very slowly, reluctantly eating his slab of rare meat. He would have greedily gobbled it down before watching the movie about how farm animals are treated. I encouraged him because he needed the nutrients. He ate broccolini and mashed sweet potato with total abandon. Tony made white chocolate cream filled tarts with fresh fruit. The boy ate the fruit and a bit of the cream then pushed the rest aside, asking Tony to save it for him.
We launched ourselves into the great room to watch a movie. Boy instinctively sat at my feet until I told him to climb on the sofa and put his head on my thigh. I covered him with a throw and let him fall asleep while I enjoyed a cigar and red wine that Tony brought home last week.
I carried the boy into my bed and that's where he will stay the night. I will wrap my arms around him and plant my cock in his ass where it belongs.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Back to Not Normal
We went out for dinner last night. Master locked me back in the Groethal, where my cock belongs, before we left. It felt good to have that conflict taken care of. I can't do anything so why bother trying, right? I get less frustrated that way.
Butch and Daniel should be enjoying the sites of Munich. I hope Daniel is eating well because he won't be once he is locked up at the Chateau. I know, I hated the food. We slaves eat a mash of whatever it was while the Masters dined family style at a huge table in the dining room. Daniel will spend hid first days there chained to the wall in a long stone wall with the other "inductees", waiting his turn to be trained. I think that Butch will not let him be tormented. He is highly and extremely protective of his boy.
We ate in a bar that is respected for it's steaks. I had a vegetarian plate while Master cut through a big strip steak. I'm getting to be more and more vegetarian. Its gotten to be that I think of my animals bring slaughtered to be eaten every time I contemplate eating meat. I just can't justify raising and animal for consumption
Each one of my animals gives me something special. I have given them all names based upon their behavior. I often hand feed them and play with them as if we are all children. I groom them and sit in their corrals with them just to be near them. Equating them to food is impossible.
Master is letting his beard grow. It's been a couple weeks since he's shaved. I always wanted a beard like his. It is black and dense and covers a good percentage of hi face.
Well, I've been doing nothing but rambling. I'm going to crawl back in bed.
Butch and Daniel should be enjoying the sites of Munich. I hope Daniel is eating well because he won't be once he is locked up at the Chateau. I know, I hated the food. We slaves eat a mash of whatever it was while the Masters dined family style at a huge table in the dining room. Daniel will spend hid first days there chained to the wall in a long stone wall with the other "inductees", waiting his turn to be trained. I think that Butch will not let him be tormented. He is highly and extremely protective of his boy.
We ate in a bar that is respected for it's steaks. I had a vegetarian plate while Master cut through a big strip steak. I'm getting to be more and more vegetarian. Its gotten to be that I think of my animals bring slaughtered to be eaten every time I contemplate eating meat. I just can't justify raising and animal for consumption
Each one of my animals gives me something special. I have given them all names based upon their behavior. I often hand feed them and play with them as if we are all children. I groom them and sit in their corrals with them just to be near them. Equating them to food is impossible.
Master is letting his beard grow. It's been a couple weeks since he's shaved. I always wanted a beard like his. It is black and dense and covers a good percentage of hi face.
Well, I've been doing nothing but rambling. I'm going to crawl back in bed.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Swinging in the breeze
I saw this scene in a murder intrigue movie. We've played at the scene once or twice. Each time that we get involved in replaying it, it gets more exciting, although it is almost exactly the same.
We played in the barn. There is a large pulley attached high up from a horizontal beam. A thick soft rope hangs from the pulley that is tied off at vertical beam. The cool thing about this barn is that my Great Uncle purchased an old post and beam barn from the east and had it rebuilt on the land. I thought of using it for a studio when I first moved in.. We use this barn for play now and for a bunk house, although we haven't had anyone stay in it yet.
Master tied my wrists together in a thick coil of rope and did the same to my ankles and knees. He wrapped a long narrow strip of linen cloth around my head to blindfold me. He threaded the rope from the pulley through the wrist bindings the pulled me up so that I was forced to stand tall, barely reaching the floor with my bare feet. I was wearing a pair of white jockey briefs. It was how the victim in the movie was dressed. I already had a wet spot from precum that Master found entertaining. He slapped me across the gut as if to punish me.
I tell the last detail of the bondage with the caveat that it is dangerous and urge that you never leave a slave unattended when doing it. I could easily lead to a joking death.
Master used a large linen bandana to gag me. He pushed a corner of the bandana deep into my mouth, almost in the throat itself. He continued stuffing and packing it into my mouth until all but a small corner protruded between my lips. The dry bandana absorbs all the moisture in the mouth and feels as if it is swelling in size. It feels impossible to yell or cry out. It is a frightening feeling. If it were not Master administering this gagging, I might panic.
Master raised me into the air so that I swung freely in the air. It became stressful fairly quickly. Breathing was a chore after a while because of the tension in my chest.
In the movie, the murderer left the victim hanging while he went off to kill another person. He was unrealistically unstressed by the situation. Master never left me. He swung me around in circles and stroked my body with his hands. He lowered me when he thought I had near enough and pulled my briefs down to my knees. They were soaked with precum. My cock was painfully rigid. Master sucked my cock into his mouth and throat. It is a rare pleasure. He worked my cock until I came into his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking focusing on my urethral opening, driving me out of my mind.
Master lowered me to the ground and gently pulled the gag out of my mouth then lowered me to my knees. I gratefully worked his cock with my mouth until he was nearly ready to cum. He grabbed me by my ears and forcefully face fucked me until he blasted his load into my throat. I choked and some how managed to get a load of his cum into my nose. His cum dripped from my nose along with snot from my irritated throat and sinuses.
He untied me and we hugged then I ran into the house, as Master suggested, and rinsed my sinuses with saline until I cleared the mess out. We tumbled into bed for a while and laid there talking and...
We played in the barn. There is a large pulley attached high up from a horizontal beam. A thick soft rope hangs from the pulley that is tied off at vertical beam. The cool thing about this barn is that my Great Uncle purchased an old post and beam barn from the east and had it rebuilt on the land. I thought of using it for a studio when I first moved in.. We use this barn for play now and for a bunk house, although we haven't had anyone stay in it yet.
Master tied my wrists together in a thick coil of rope and did the same to my ankles and knees. He wrapped a long narrow strip of linen cloth around my head to blindfold me. He threaded the rope from the pulley through the wrist bindings the pulled me up so that I was forced to stand tall, barely reaching the floor with my bare feet. I was wearing a pair of white jockey briefs. It was how the victim in the movie was dressed. I already had a wet spot from precum that Master found entertaining. He slapped me across the gut as if to punish me.
I tell the last detail of the bondage with the caveat that it is dangerous and urge that you never leave a slave unattended when doing it. I could easily lead to a joking death.
Master used a large linen bandana to gag me. He pushed a corner of the bandana deep into my mouth, almost in the throat itself. He continued stuffing and packing it into my mouth until all but a small corner protruded between my lips. The dry bandana absorbs all the moisture in the mouth and feels as if it is swelling in size. It feels impossible to yell or cry out. It is a frightening feeling. If it were not Master administering this gagging, I might panic.
Master raised me into the air so that I swung freely in the air. It became stressful fairly quickly. Breathing was a chore after a while because of the tension in my chest.
In the movie, the murderer left the victim hanging while he went off to kill another person. He was unrealistically unstressed by the situation. Master never left me. He swung me around in circles and stroked my body with his hands. He lowered me when he thought I had near enough and pulled my briefs down to my knees. They were soaked with precum. My cock was painfully rigid. Master sucked my cock into his mouth and throat. It is a rare pleasure. He worked my cock until I came into his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking focusing on my urethral opening, driving me out of my mind.
Master lowered me to the ground and gently pulled the gag out of my mouth then lowered me to my knees. I gratefully worked his cock with my mouth until he was nearly ready to cum. He grabbed me by my ears and forcefully face fucked me until he blasted his load into my throat. I choked and some how managed to get a load of his cum into my nose. His cum dripped from my nose along with snot from my irritated throat and sinuses.
He untied me and we hugged then I ran into the house, as Master suggested, and rinsed my sinuses with saline until I cleared the mess out. We tumbled into bed for a while and laid there talking and...
Thursday, June 19, 2014
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
It Is The Little Things
A child was bouncing a red rubber ball down the hotel hallway as I stepped out of our room to find the butler. That red rubber ball turned me on.
Master belt was laying across the bed while he was in the shower. How I longed to have it caress my butt and back.
The tasseled cord that hangs from a piece of art on the wall.
The sight of water pouring over Master's shoulder, down his chest and his abs, partially running from the end of his swollen cock.
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I'm really sorry guys, I'm lousy with the camera. I get so involved in the moment that I forget to take pictures. I have a few that I promise to post when I get home.
Master belt was laying across the bed while he was in the shower. How I longed to have it caress my butt and back.
The tasseled cord that hangs from a piece of art on the wall.
The sight of water pouring over Master's shoulder, down his chest and his abs, partially running from the end of his swollen cock.
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I'm really sorry guys, I'm lousy with the camera. I get so involved in the moment that I forget to take pictures. I have a few that I promise to post when I get home.
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