Simple Bondage? Was it a Time Out?

Master restrained my hands behind my back for the evening and made me stand holding a dime between my nose and the wall. He watched an entire movie while I stood there. The dine slipped because of my sweat which caused me to receive ten whacks with his belt.

Don't let anyone tell you that standing for hours holding a dime against the wall isn't hard bondage.
My entire body started to ache and sweat.

The Path We're On.

Answers to your questions.

I don't care if he comes or not. The time is not right for him to receive pleasure of any kind except to know that I take care of him and want him to pleasure me. That is why I take him into the shower twice a day, give him my piss and use his body. I supervise him and time him while he eats and take his food away when the allotted time is up. He is so high on this trip that when he crashes it's going to be a long fall and I will be there to catch him. He knows and that is why he is so at peace, probably for the first time in his life.

Our path has changed irrevocably. Our relationship of the past is the cornerstone of where we are right at this moment. He has me where he wants me.

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I took him out of the crate. He had tear stains on his face. He stood straight and threw his arms around my chest and kissed me then dropped to his knees to service me. I pushed him away and ordered him to do yoga to stretch.

"Fuck the shower this morning and you're not eating".
I removed his diaper. It was clean and dry. I let him use the toilet then locked him in the vertical cage. I used a long piece of angle wire under his crotch and above the lowest bar to keep him standing erect. He either rested at the peak of the angle, which causes considerable pain or stands on his toes to avoid it. He will stay there until I feed and bath him tonight.

All is quiet on the home front!

We took our quests back to San Francisco yesterday. Butch and Dan are home taking care of things. 

We had fun yesterday. Master slit openings in the pockets in one of my jackets. He locked cuffs with a belly chain on me then locked my hands in the cuffs so they were hidden in my pockets. I was restrained all day while in public. I couldn't do anything for myself. Master unlocked the cuffs during dinner but that was it. I was his obfuscated prisoner other than that. Have you ever tried opening a door for another person while your hands were locked in your pocket?

We watched a movie on HULU last night called: The Butch Factor, What Kind of Man Are You, by Christopher Hines.  It was an excellent look at different ways of being gay.  Something that I found important after having non-gay people in the house was that I felt that I was uncomfortable with people who are not gay.  I think I am losing my ability to relate comfortably with the other 90%.
Watch the movie!   http://www.hulu.com/watch/406658  I also have a problem when it comes to effeminate men.

When I was about 13, I had a friend named Frankie who was effeminate, I thought it was an affectation. I acted like him at home a couple times. My cousin told me to never act that way if I wanted to have any friends. It stopped immediately and resumed my normal way of expressing myself. I never understood why guys acted that way. It finally got through to me during the movie. They have no more choice than I have being gay.

Now I admire the strength and courage these men have for being themselves in the face of unfathomable cruelty that they live with every day.

We relaxed with the whole family in the family room last night. I finally got some serious floor time at Master's feet after more that a week without the privilege. My hands were still locked in the transport cuffs. We had popcorn. I ate it doggy style and the dogs cleaned up after me.  I slept in restraints last night and woke up with a mouth full of piss and cum this morning.

We're packing tomorrow for the trip. I'm bringing my Samsung Tablet so I can keep up with things when we're not to busy.

Nose against the wall and a box of rubber

Master told me to get my ass over to the wall and stand there with my nose touching it until he decided what to do with me. He ripped a corner from a page in his magazine and placed it between my nose and the wall.  He used a leather collar with cuffs attached to a strap that extend down the back, terminating in attached leather cuffs.  He moved me from the wall where I was standing to the wall where the bracket extending from the wall with an attached ball stretching holds me against the wall.  Master replaced the paper between my nose and the wall.

I stood trapped with the fear of punishment for letting the paper drop.  He left me there for hours before a the geese made a big fuss over a visitor trespassing within their realm.  Master came out of his office to answer the call, followed by Panza, the Great Pyrenees who is constantly at his heals.

Master came into the family room where I stood naked and restrained.
"That's our victim", Master told the man who was wearing a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and tan bib overalls. I can let him loose if you need me to. The man said that it would help him get an accurate set of measurements. He measured my height, width from front to back and from side to side. Butch walked in and greeted Jim, who is his friend.  Master put me back in restraints and placed the paper between my nose and the wall then offered lunch to Jim, Butch and Dan.

The three men were in the kitchen eating when the geese and dogs started making noise again.  A UPS driving honked his horn to get our attention.  The dogs love him but the geese attack everything until we shoo them away.  A delivery arrived from London. Master acted like a child on Christmas morning.

Master came to release me from the wall.  He slapped me on my butt with his brawny bare hand and told me that I had been "his good boy" because I held the piece of paper in place without mishap. He told me to open the parcel.  It contained a full length thin rubber cat suit, another suit that was much thicker. It had an attached hood, socks and mitts and a rubber straight jacket that has legs.  The only openings in the heavy suit are tubes that are intended to fit into the nostrils.
"I'm excited about getting you into this gear".
"Today Sir"?
"No, not until your box arrives".

Reference:   http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/

Questions about Bondage and Male Slaves

My presumption is that the term Slave as it applies to consensual sexual slavery is that we all want to participate in activities and that we all have fantasies that vary in degree of reality.  For instance; I call myself a slave.  I call my partner Master. In reality, I do what he wants me to do. This can be anything from cleaning up after the animals and tending to their needs, digging around in the Olive groves, painting in my studio or just plain sitting out on the sun deck watching the colors change with the sunlight over the fields. These are all things that I want to do and they are the things that keep give me a sense of productivity that all humans need to feel.

There exists another side that is secret and sometimes "dark". Master enjoys dominating other people, including men and women. I likes wielding power that makes other people productive.  He is retired from his company office but still has a strong hand in his family company via internet and telephone.
He also likes to dominate men sexually. Before me, it could have been a different man every night if he wanted.  His intense charisma attract attention whenever he walks into a room. I wouldn't dream of trying to bottle him up for myself but he has come to focus his energy at me. I'll be eternally grateful to him for that.

Our sexual interaction can take president over everything because we manage our own lives so we can due anything we want now or later, meaning there is rarely a fixed schedule.  This all works out well because of our sexual fantasies and the way we interact.

I like be commanded, demanded and required during bondage. It is all integrated in our life together. Master decides what he is going to do and when he is going to do it. For me, it gives me the feel of being a victim. Being bound or restrained when I don't want to be or when I am tired of it is when I start to feel it is real.  I love it when he says "no".

One day, he put a diaper on me. I hate diapers, they are stupid as far as I am concerned. He tied my ankles and knees together. He used another rope to tie my ankles to a rope waist cincher so that I was forced to stay in a kneeling position.  He tied my wrists together with rope and stretched my upper body by tying the rope over a ceiling beam. He clamped my tits with an array of clamps that he changed though out the day. He told me to beg for release whenever it got too intense.

I begged and begged. He told me to shut up and increased the torment. This went on for hours.

I recently read a story about a guy who wanted to "try" different thing during his bondage sessions. He could option out at will.  I wondered at the difference between our approaches to the world of BDSM. We all have different levels of fantasy.

Strapaddo. red butt, sore man tits and inflamed hole

Strappado - Well, not strictly.

Master, Christian and I played today. Strappado is one of my favorite torture positions.  When you add a predicament situation to it, it's even more fun.

Master and Christian tied my arms behind my back then took a length of rope and raised my arms using a pulley above my head.  They threaded the rope through another pulley about three fee in front of me and pulled it down to anther pulley that was attached to my rope bound ankles.  The pulled the roped up and tied it to a pair of Japanese Clover tit clamps.  They adjusted my bondage so that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to keep the clamps from digging into my tits,  If I relieved the stress of standing on the toes and fell to the flat of my feet, my arms pulled higher and the tit clamps bit deeper. To add to an already difficult situation, they made me stand on a quire door mat that chewed at my feet.  They took turns spanking me with an assortment of paddles that stung so much that I started laughing.

Why the hell did I sign up for this life?

Master and Christian also laughed.  It was contagious. For me, it got to the point that I either laughed or cried.

They adjusted my bondage so that I could bend at the waist. They took turn face and butt fucking me until they got off.  Master entered my ass again while Christian milked my usually ignored cock.
They kissed and frenched each other while working me over. I felt a tiny bit of jealousy in my gut that felt like a quickly passing kidney stone was unwarranted.  I confessed the moment to Master. His response was to hold me in his arms.