The boy is Down Today

The boy is down today. He is just plain tired. He's spending his day in bed sleeping. He wants me to be with him so I go in from time-to-time to hold him. His Tommy lays on the foot of the bed looking up at him and then as I leave, he crawls up and leans against the object of his adoration.

I'd like to tie him up and gag him for the evening and I think I might, just because I can and because I know he would enjoy it. His tastes have changed so much recently. He loved crazy heavy bondage and now he gets off on my rope work.

Except for brief moments, he has been locked in his chastity belt for 24 four days. He came "by accident" while I was playing with his nipples last night. I could see that he was on the edge, for the third or fourth time. His eyes were full of tears from fighting against the uncontrollable need to cum. He begged me to stop but I told him to hold it if he knew what was good for him. Finally, his back arched and he screamed "I can't hold it!". He came while screaming. It looked like his entire body was cramping in a violent spasm. He pumped like I've never seen him cum before. He was screaming in agony. Even after the lost drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock, he screamed. His gut was still in the midst of spasm. He cried out "I think something is wrong, the pain is in the wrong place and it's getting more intense". His toes curled and I saw him trying to pull cramps from his legs by pointing and stretching his toes toward his head. He gradually relaxed and the cramping stopped.

We talked to our Urologist who said it was inflammation of the prostate caused by sexual stimulation and then no ejaculating. He told me to leave the chastity belt off for a while. If it happens again, come to see him. He also suggested that if we're having sex to let the boy ejaculate before locking the belt back on the boy.

So there you have it.

slave, or is it Slave?

We're in the dungeon. My slave is bound with his arms painfully cinched high at his back. He is forced to stand high on his toes by the noose around his neck. His entire body is shaking from muscle strain. My cum is leaking around the long plug that I brutally shoved up his ass after fucking him. I know that a lessor man would drop to the flat of his feet but my slave is totally focused on my pleasure. He will stand until every ounce of his strength has gone then pass out.

I will grab him just before he drops, lift his body with my left arm the free him with my right. I will lay him down the rip the plug from his ass so that I can fuck him again until he regains consciousness. This is not a game that we play often because it is dangerous.

Butch and Christian will stand watch in case I need their help or see that I am playing too close to the edge. As the slave becomes more alert, he will realize that his family is using him and each other to celebrate their love by giving of themselves.

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.

HEAVY METAL

Master locked me in the Groethal Belt yesterday. He plugged my ass with the ass lock and chained me to a post in the dungeon with it. my hands were locked palms facing outward in hinged handcuffs. He clamped my tit with rubber tipped forceps clamps and locked them in place with zip ties. My ankles were restrained in large handcuffs so I couldn't stand.

He sentenced me to 25 hours of isolation and pain. I was alone without food, water of use of a toilet.

Oh! and a double dose of Viagra.

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

 

I put the boy through hell the first night of his induction as an object. I intentionally worked him to see how far I could push him. I gave him a safe word just for the night that he never used. He did a lot of teeth gnashing and muffled screaming. When I stopped working him over I asked him if he wanted me to let him go, if he didn’t he was mine until I was tired of him.

I thought he was a smart-ass when he responded “Sir, shouldn’t I be gagged when you ask me that question?” but I found as I got to know him better that when I ask him questions during play that he would rather me not ask, he will decline and answer by asking a question. I could and do live with that, it is the best way that he can let me know I am in control of his life.

The essence of this is that in a sensual Master/slave relationship, he recognizes that to be a slave, he has to be a slave. Likewise, I am not a Master unless I treat him as my slave, possession and object. None of this is easy when living in the world outside of our chosen family. We are equal and he MUST make decisions based on his autonomy even though from the time of our marriage, he shares much of the real life decision making with me.

We are fortunate in that our work is all done from home so there is no separation between work life and our home life that most people have to work around. We don’t worry about retirement accounts or health care costs. We have catastrophic health coverage for the entire family. I take care of running ranch accounts. For my slave, the worst day of the week is when we spend the day in my office double checking accounts. The reality is that like in any relationship, one is always dominant over the other. Master and slave relationships are no different whether he goes to work, work together, what ever the relationship.

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Everyone on the ranch is busy working. Daniel was in bondage while in the family room with us. My slave was anxious and envious but it is not time for bondage or play. I can see his obsession and frustration growing with every passing day. It's a good thing. His only outlet is to serve me and cumming when I bang his prostate with my cock. He cums but there is no orgasm.

 

Fantasy? But whose was it?

The Bondage Fantasy World stories on Metalbondnyc.com precipitated these events.

Master read the stories after I told him about them. I told him the I loved the possibilities of the treatment of the vacationing prisoner in the story and told him that I would like to experience some of what the guy in the story. Of course, I was referring to versions of those events done by Master.
He rummaged through the stories and found things that he thought were hot.

I learned today that he actually worked with Reggie on the pin prick sleep sack design for a long time before he started making it. I thought about it then forgot about it until I read the story again just days before Reggie came to visit.

Here we go again. Master designed a collar with ratcheting mechanism that allows it to be tightening by a fraction of an inch each day. It's about two inches high and a good quarter of and inch thick and it sits above my permanent collar. I've had the permanent collar on for more than 18 months. There is no way to remove it except to saw it off. Master places the new collar on the loosest notch and locked it. I can get several fingers under it.

Master finally opened the new Carrara belt and locked that on me. There is no plastic lining or edging to it is much smoother and more comfortable. It has more drainage and cleaning ports and twisted cable over the rear instead of anal rings.  We spun the Wheel of Misfortune, which Master modified to five stinging settings, 2 months, 4 months, 6 months, 8 months and 1 year. If I whine or beg for it's removal before my time is up and there is no health reason, he will had a month to the sentence. He said I will not cum during those months. 8 MONTHS, 8 Months!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.time2cum.com/wheel.html

So life goes on.
I'm in some sort of chastity 90 percent of the time anyway but at least he lets me have great orgasms. Will he really make me go 8 months?