Einar's total height is about up to my waist. Alice is a few inches shorter. They are about ten and nine weeks old. They are still sporting their spots and they still like being bottle fed. They eat feed, apples, carrots and I gave them few pea sprouts from my salad a few minutes ago.
We are outside North Platte, Nebraska. Master and Christopher are in a Culver's Restaurant eating cheeseburgers while I watch my new little friends. I took them out to walk them, which created quite a stir among the locals who are more likely to see beef cattle on the streets. It is mighty fucking cold!
There is snow but not enough to keep us from traveling for a few more hours. We should be in Wyoming before stopping for the night.
Sleeping with Master is always an adventure. He always wraps his arm around me, sometime nearly suffocating me. He seems to always find my hole with his nighttime erections to fuck me. I'm not sure if he's awake sometimes. Christopher was his target last night. I laughed to myself when Christopher protested in his sleepy rage, waking Master up and then said "What the hell!". Master pulled out and apologized, "I thought it was Trace".
The Reindeer are named after my Grandparents, Einar and Alice. They huddled in the midst of the heard in the pasture. We walked out, following the heard as they moved away from us. We helped to cut our boy and girl out of the heard and placed a halter on each of them and struggle a bit to get them to follow us, plying them with slices of apple. I wanted to take them all home with me.
We got them into the van. Christopher drove carefully until Einar and Alice settle down on the mats, their eyes wide open in what I presumed was fear. I settle down between them and stroked their heads until they began to look sleepy and then I laid down and fell asleep myself to catch up on the sleep that my excitement denied me last night.
We are somewhere on the west side of Des Moines Iowa. We're staying in a hotel with doors that open directly to the outdoors. I've made a bed with mats and packing blankets. Master and Christopher have taken the bed so I am on the floor near the fawn. Master and Christopher ate in a restaurant and I stayed in the van eating my meals from carry out containers. It is all working perfectly so far. We're expecting to be home late Friday but we're not in a hurry. Most of the bad weather is south of us. We're going to be traveling through some extreme cold over the next couple days.
I'm in charge of taking Einar and Alice out to relieve themselves, hoping to prevent any accidents.
I think they are trying to figure out exactly what I am and why I am sleeping with them. Einer is watchful and raises his head with every sound.
I was standing a the kitchen counter eating an apple and talking to Tony when Master quietly walked up behind me and grabbed me. He began walking me out of the room toward the hallway that leads to our bedroom. I felt overwhelming resentment at that moment, wanting to resist him but he held tight. My feeling of resentment became confused by the realization that I also felt excited by the fact that he is much stronger than I am and that he was overpowering me. I felt myself fussing into his hand and his body. I quickly put my in above my head, breaking his hold and then threw myself into him. He took me to the floor and we never made it to the bedroom. He took me right there, on the floor.
Master unlocked my chastity belt and hung it over the bed canopy rail some weeks a go. He read and article in Men's Health called "Use it or lose it". It stated that men's penises shrunk when not used regularly. It talked about the fact that most men got erections during the Rem Cycle of sleep. The article and the fact that I am/was prevented from getting an erection most of the time concerned him. His goal was never to negate my sexuality but to keep me continuously frustrated.
That being said and done, he decided to modify my penis instead. I already had a P.A. that was useless because wearing jewelry in it was irritating because the tissue there never toughened up after healing. Jewelry or padlocks worn in conjunction of a chastity tube was okay because the jewelry had the support of the tube. So, he had my penis pierced with an Apadravya. OUCH! He hasn't played with my cock since but it's nearly time.
We are in Wisconsin. Rather than rent a trailer, we bought a cargo van for the ranch from a dealer in Milwaukee and a pile of cargo blankets and gym mats to give our new pets a comfortable place to spend the days traveling home. I'm excited about going to pick them up tomorrow morning and the adventure of getting the deer to know and trust us.
I bumped into a woman in town today after we finished playing Santa Claus. She was very depressed and crying. She wanted to see her nine year old son today and give him a Christmas gift but her uncle who cares for her son allowed only a 30 minute visit.
She is an addict. I convinced her to go to a treatment center for help. She wanted to put it off until Monday but I told her that putting it off would only increase the amount of time that she would live with her pain. I drove her to a treatment center and walked in with her. I told the admitting nurse that I would pay for whatever her insurance and government did not pay.
My heart is heavy as I wish her a lasting recovery.
I'm not into drugs and not much into alcohol but sometimes I think that it would be easy to do since it seems to be a predisposition in my family. I found Vodka and Cognac bottles stashed all over my grandfather's office and bedroom when I helped to clean out my grandparents home.
I am thankful to have found Ian and the family that shares the Ranch with me. I am thankful that I found my Great Uncle and that he left me his home and land. I am thankful that I found people that help me achieve my dreams. I am thankful that I have the privilege of getting up every morning to serve Master and then go out to the barn to care for my animal friends. I am thankful that I have found painting and the encouragement to continue in the face of my doubt about my talent. These are the things that keep me sane and warm and nourished. I am thankful.
I wish that everyone understood that Love is everything and that it starts within.
The Storms knocked out our electricity and lightening traveled through the electrical system, knocking out most of the electronics. We replaced everything, including some of the wiring. Besides that, I haven't felt much like writing.
I spend most of my days painting and working with the animals. Evenings are spent in front of the fire reading and snuggling. It was especially peaceful while the electricity was out.
We're adding a coral for the new and latest addition to the menagerie. The menagerie is a dream come true for me. I have dreamed about this for as long as I can remember so it should come as no surprise that I am adding reindeer to the family. It seems a little more that coincidental that we're planning this during the Christmas Season. We will be flying to Wisconsin and renting a trailer to bring them home.
It's Christmas eve. We bought a live aromatic cedar. The branches seem to cascade from the top. It is about twelve feet tall and it fills the entire house with cedar perfume. We loosely wove several thousand led lamps through the branches. Iron reindeer adorn the fireplace. The dining table is decorated with Della Robia of aromatic evergreen branches with fruit and silver dollar eucalyptus.
The tree will obviously be planted outdoors near the house so we can enjoy the scent all year. We're leaving the lights in the tree. The fruit will be eaten so there is very little waste once the Yule has passed.
Speaking of Yule, We had a Winter Solstice party on Sunday with friends from the city. It got a little out of hand. Some people stayed the night and called in sick the next day.
Dinner is simple tonight. It's not befitting the decorations on the table but what the hell. Tony made Tuscan Bean soup and Olive bread. He used the Mincemeat that Reggie sent from London for a pie.
Ian, Butch, Daniel, Christopher, Jason, Tony, The entire Menagerie and I wish you all Happy Holidays, whatever you celebrate.
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.
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.
Master grabbed my collar and dragged me out to the dungeon. I wondered when he would do it. He strung me up in a vertical spread eagle position with a gag and head harness both silencing me and stretching me in five directions. It felt good to have him do as he wanted without care for me or my feelings.
Of course he cares for my well being but at the time, it made it obvious that he was going to do what ever he wanted and I had not choice.
Master took the plastic box filled with Young Tongue Forceps from the cabinet and began placing them over my entire body, face, tongue and ears. I bought the clamps so I knew there are 50 pairs. He emptied the entire box then stood back with his arms crossed to admire his handy work. I moaned and came close to screaming. The clamps were still on the first click. I knew it was only the beginning. He tightened the clamps on my scrotum and hung lead weight on each of the clamps. He tightened the clamps on my cock the ratcheted the clamps on my tits until they were fully closed and tight then used plastic cable ties to tighten them even more and lock them in place in the process.
I had all I could do to keep from flipping out. I began to breath deeply, 4 breaths per minute, which helped me cope with the pain. He went about my body tightening and loosening clamps, trying his best to get me to break down and beg him to stop. I have learned that I could beg until my throat was raspy and it would do no good.
Tears flowed uncontrollably until I thought I had fainted. I momentarily blacked out and turned inward and fell into a state of resolve. I think I stopped reacting. Master began to slowly twist and remove the clamps. I felt a sting as each clamp released the flow of blood that was denied to my skin.
I dreaded having the clamps removed from my genitals while at the same time silently begging for an end to the pain.
Master teased and tormented my tits before he used the wire cutter to remove the cable ties from the clamps. Just the slight release caused pain that made me scream. He teased and twisted my tit more until he got to the loosest click on the clamp then smiled. He simultaneously yanked both clamps, stretch, abrading and releasing the grasp all at once. I screamed into the gag and felt like I was convulsing. Master played my tit with his fingers while jerking me off. I couldn't cum though my cock was rigid. He went down on me. His warm mouth felt wonderful. He teased my frenum with his tongue until I erupted straight into his mouth. He sucked me dry then cleaned every last drop of cum with his tongue.
My studio is a mess. I finally got paint of the floor and wall. It felt like a Christening. I'm usually too fastidious for my own good. Finally, making a mess seems to have been liberating. I feel like I have been moody and unapproachable lately. I was good to see Master's comment on the blog about being ok with my focus.
I like the old Japanese tradition in giving and receiving gifts. It is considered bad manners to open a gift in the presents of the giver.
Christmas "gifting" is troublesome for me because of the sense of obligation. It always has been. My grandparents helped me with that my suggesting that I give something that I was given to someone who might be without.
I give when it is least expected and when I see something that I feel the receiver would really love or need. We no longer exchange gifts at Christmas. We give to toys for tots, Share our Strength and food pantries because I believe in it. It's a simple act of compassion that improves the life of others.
I urge you to find a cause and give something to it. It doesn't need to cost money. You can give time. You will receive so much of what is truly important in life, LOVE.
When you are strapping a guy into restraints, pay attention to his cock right at the “point of no return”. You know, that moment when the lock clicks, or you fasten the arms together on the straitjacket…that second when he can no longer escape on his own. If his cock is rock hard, and applying restraints makes him harder, you know he’s really into bondage.
For this kind of guy, you shouldn’t just grab his cock and start playing. Once he is all tied up, you should just let him stew. For him, the initial thrill of being tied up is a rush…his cock will be engorged and speaking for him…wanting you to get on with the program.
Don’t listen to his cock. Instead, just wait quietly.
He’ll eventually start to complain of course, horny as he is. He’ll want you to do something. He may become very verbal, maybe even angry that you aren’t taking any action. This is when good gags and hoods come in handy. Keep his mouth occupied…let him know he isn’t in charge.
When you see his cock get soft…really soft…then you can start playing with him. The point isn’t to get him off, the point is to make him want to get out, to force him to struggle against the restraints. This will make them get hard again.
You see, for guys that are really into bondage, it isn’t about getting off. It’s about being restrained. Keep them in restraints, remind them they are in restraints, add more and more restraints…and learn how to wait.
When the time comes, they won’t just cum, they’ll erupt.
Master held my neck with one hand and covered my mouth and nose with the other until everything turned gray then black. I woke with his pole lodged deep, very deep inside of me. His hands were wringing my tits with all of his strength.
Master began slowly rocking back and forth, fucking me then stopping, fucking then stopping. He came inside of me then lay still before rocking in and out again. He stopped and continued laying on top me. He is a massive muscular brute, at least that is what he looks like. He continued fucking me until the sheets were soaked with my pre-cum and he had cum a second and third time. He growled like a grizzly the third time and then flipped off of me and flipped me so that we were face to face.
"That's enough", he said. "We're done with this shit. I'm not going to let you out of my clutches again. No more Chateau, not more trips without you at my side". He squeezed so tight that I felt he would crush my ribs. He kissed and bit me. I was sorry hungry for you.
Butch and Daniel went out before to spend the day getting lost in museums. Master took me to a coffee shop where we had caramel apple scones and coffee. I didn't pay attention to much to where we were after that but we walked until Master saw something in a shop window that he wanted to see more closely. It was a very nice shop that had security at the door. Our jeans and boots didn't impress him. He was a bit rude and snooty but he let us in. It impressed me as out of date to have someone like him at the gate.
Master made me try on a motor cycle jacket that was sumptuous and heavy weight and matching jeans with a Sam Brown belt. It looked like an original post WWII leather man might have left it behind. The shop keeper said the jeans needed to be shortened and that he could get it done by the time the shop closed. I don't know exactly how to describe the color except to imagine a Maxfield Paris blue night sky or the blue mixed with the near black color in the picture.
(BTW: I am having this image tattooed on my back. For everyone who knows the image, it is from the "Great Wave off Kanagawa" by Hokusai.
Master is finally allowing me to get it. I, with the help of Stevie Moon centered the circle in the middle of the image to create a Yin-Yang of fire and water. I am told by my acupuncturist and oriental healers that I am primarily a water type personality and body type with strong fire traits. Opposites for sure. Water is represented by the wave, fire by the volcano.)
We bought the jacket, shirt and jeans then went continued down the street. It seems I go through like asking for nothing material and getting...
There was a small protest against the EU and payments for immigrants. They preach that if the countries stop supporting indigent immigrants that it will slow the tide.
Master talked to me about storage. He has kept me bound in a closet several times recently and wanted to know how I felt about it. "It's cool, I've fantasized about being stored".
We had late lunch in a restaurant that played dreamy eastern music. Most of the food was vegetarian and either very spicy or tasteless.
Rick, I think you are correct. When I play with family, they have greater empathy and sense when a "scene" should end. We've developed an ability to read each other's body language and at times, thoughts. There is also a sense that the "caregivers" at the Chateau are almost robotic because the responsibility they have is to keep members coming back. I've developed a relationship with some of these guys but it doesn't change the "script".
Being tired is from fatigue and lack of desire to be in the situation that I was in. Daniel felt a little of that too. Nothing feels as good and energizing as being with people that you respect AND love. In a sense, being a slave can be like being a victim by choice. But in my case, it is a privilege with family and extended family. I think I relate more to using the term "object" because I relate to periods of extreme play differently depending on the mood that we set together.
Have you ever been tightly bound with no way and suddenly felt so tired that it wasn't fun anymore?
We just escaped from the Chateau today. We generally had a good time, speaking for all of us except the incident when I was chained ankles to genitals with my wrists chained behind to a waist chain and a collar attached to a heavy steel kettle ball. The where caning me. I was tightly gagged and blindfolded.
In an instance, I felt extremely tired and bored. I just wanted out and to be done with being a victim. Yes! I said victim. Not slave but victim. There was nothing to do about it. It felt like having influenza or being hurt in and accident. You want it to end but you know it's not going to end until your body has worked through it and the sick feeling or pain gradually subsides. It made me wonder "Why the hell am I doing this?".
So, we're leaving for London tomorrow. I don't even know what the weather forecast is.
The boys managed to get themselves in trouble down in the dungeon yesterday.
Much of the time, slaves are held in a long hallway-like room, usually with no restraints except a heavy steel collar locked around their necks that is connected to the wall. There is usually enough length to allow the slaves to lay down (unless they are being mildly punished). Our slaves were chained next to each other with enough leeway make almost full body contact with each other. On one hand, it was nice for them to be close to each other, on the other hand, it allowed room for them fill each other's holes with cum, repeatedly!
The boys don't have much opportunity to fuck each other at home except when they are targets of family gang bangs because they are both locked in chastity belts almost 24/7. The belts were removed for their stay in the Chateau dungeon so as far as they were concerned there was no reason not to take advantage of the situation.
The guards walked in on them while they were fucking and promptly separated them and then reported the incident to the Chateau Master. Butch and I thought it was funny although slightly embarrassing for our slaves to tumble with each other. They had to be punished so this is what happened.
They boys came in front of the Chateau Master, Butch and me for an inquiry. The Chateau Master found through a very willing confession that they had been having sex when ever the guards were not directly observing them. So what to do?
They boys were sentenced to 30 lashings with a leather flogger that were to be administered by each other. They were warned that holding back and not giving a proper punishment would result in another 30 lashings by their owners. The punishments were given this morning.
The boys made a pact. Apparently, Trace told Daniel try to draw blood, Daniel agreed and told Trace to do the same. They have done this in play. It's a contest to see who can get the other to give in and ask the other to stop. They have gotten horribly vicious with each other. That was before Butch and I came into their lives.
Trace took his lashings first. Dan immediately tore into him, back, legs, chest and the crack of Trace's ass. Butch had no idea what to expect, especially from Dan who appears to be docile. My slave very quickly turned into a mass of welts and bloody hash marks. Trace did the same to Dan except that he stopped to give Dan a sloppy kiss and a swat to Dan's balls, which earned Trace an additional punishment consisting of ten swats to the balls given with small leather strap by one of the guards.
It was great to know that the slaves get into each other as much as they do,
We're in Munich and I am writing from a hotel computer. We are in the midst of a quiet period on the ranch and saw an opportunity to experience the chateau together and then get home in time to enjoy the Yule Holidays as a family. We
are celebrating Thanksgiving on the Sunday following the actual holiday.
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.
The slave worked most of the day, dividing his time between the pets and his studio. He wore heavy leg irons over his boots and his Carrara, without clothing. Other than having him serve as a fucking cum toy, he's been busy in his own world. We don't have many days like this. I'm feeling kind of tired today, like getting sick tired. I hope it's just the change in the weather.
Master had a hood that I have never seen before. It smelled like new leather. He pulled it over my head. It was already a tight fit. Master slowly laced it, pulling each lace tightly and pulling the zipper over the laces. He had to re-tighten the laces at times to get the zipper closed. The hood was tight. It felt like something that had shrunken over my head. There were holes at the nostrils that were my only possibility for breath but as Master demonstrated, they could easily be blocked. The entire hood was coated with a rubber material that sealed all the seams. I might have panicked if it was anyone but Master using it to torture me.
He tied me in a chair that he set in the Greatroom. I was next to the television where he could watch me while reading a book that enthralled him.
Daniel and I talk a lot. We have private moments to talk about what our Master's want from us. Daniel began to trust Butch before they got married. He got over his initial limitations much faster than I did so he relies completely on Butch's sensibilities. He is more vocal than I am so it is easier for Butch to read where as; I go almost dumb because I get tuned into what is happening. I like to think that I influence Daniel positively.
The day before yesterday I had planned on working but Master obviously had other plans for me. I protested a bit by saying that I thought I would be able to work. Master got no more than an inch from my face and said, "I don't give a flying fuck about what your expected or want." First thing, why bother asking or protesting? Second, Master was so intimidating that the only thing keeping me from getting a hard-on was the Groethal. I love it when he cuts me short and gets verbally mean with me.
I laced, strapped and locked the slave into the leather bondage corset then strapped him up tight in his Mr. S Bondage Vest before breakfast. He is wearing his thigh high loggers with padlocks in the top eyelets. He is slightly short of breath. The tight leather strap just under his adams apple makes it hard for him to swallow. He was wide eyed and very uncomfortable while sitting at the table.
Daniel was also bound for breakfast. His hands were cuffed behind him. His Master, Butch made him eat on the floor while smacking his butt with the leather handle from the leash. Daniel had tears in his eyes.
My slave is locked up all safe and sound in storage for the rest of the day and Daniel is all strapped up and locked in the shipping crate out in the dungeon. Things have slowed down for the season so the work outside can be handle by Jason and a part time man on some days. There is a lot more time for love and torture now.
I'm taking a horny mind break before lunch. I'll be switching from animal mode to artist.
I keep thinking of having my hands restrained behind my back, gagged and blindfolded with a tight fitting leather blindfold. I need to get off but it's unlikely Master is not in the mood to let me orgasm much less allow me to cum.
I'm a little confused by his thoughts about chastity. I likes to lead me to orgasm and loves it when I cum but lately, he's been talking about permanent chastity that requires a urethral reroute and a large ring that travels the length of the urethra. The scary thing is that he knows a urologist who would love to do it when we go to Europe in December.
I'm not voicing a desire on this. It is his choice to make
slave is outside working with the animals this morning. He plans to work with them all day. He needs it and all of his furry friends enjoy his presence as much as he enjoys being with them.
I released slave from his storage closet in time to clean up for dinner. He was a bit sore but emerged with a smile. I cleaned up and changed with him. I pulled my belt out of my jeans and folded it over, intending to toss it on the bed. Slave moaned at that moment causing him to grab the metal that manages his genitals. He dropped to his knees and said "yes Master" before sticking his butt in position to be a target. How could I ignore and invitation like that?
I belted my slave's ass until it was red, raw and welted. "Thank you Master."
Even after the slave did his duty for me this morning, I am still all fired up and horny. I don't often post pictures but I saw the following picture on a Tumble site last week. It gave me the idea of "storing" my slave so I turned a small unused utility closed into a slave storage room. I built it myself and finished just before dinner last night.
The slave is "stored" in the closet just as the boy in the picture. Is gagged soundly and blindfolded even though the closet is pitch black. I sound proofed the closet and installed a remote monitoring system that I monitor on my phone.
I know he wanted to work today but I wanted to torment him a little today. I'll let him out when I want him in bed tonight.
I gave the boy hell between breakfast and dinner today. I tied his hands behind his back, gagged him and strapped a two pound piece of steel up his ass. I told him he could masturbate all he wanted. I also told him he could free himself if there was anything he wanted to do. The knot that I tied was impossible for him to untie.
He sat at the table for lunch but could not eat or drink. He obviously didn't have his hands available and without hands, he couldn't remove the gag. Oh well. I gave him a good kick to the plug throughout the day and of course, overshot and got him in the nuts more that a few times. He wandered around helpless all afternoon. I was going to leave him that way all night but the boy can't afford to lose any more weight from not eating.
I rented a Suzuki Hyabusa a few years back when I was visiting home. It was far more power than I had ever ridden. It controlled me when I first started riding it. I took the monster on a midnight ride from home to Madison, Wisconsin when the roads where nearly empty. It seemed I was bent on self-destruction because I opened that fucker up and flew down the highway at a speed that scared me. It was exciting and it cleared my head of all other emotions. I actually out-ran a trooper near Madison then got off the Interstate to avoid being caught.
I also went parachuting and helo-skiing that same year even though I was terrified of heights. I was tearing my own envelope then. I ate foods that I had phobias about as a kid, some of the food was really strange by American or European standards.
The night on the Hyabusa was the ultimate because I was a relatively inexperienced rider and I chose to speed at every moment of the ride. I was in control.
Then, by comparison I let something like being reminded of my mother turn me into a basket case. Master coddled me though it while I was in the throws of anxiety but caught hell for it last night at home last night.
Master ordered me to go to the punishment room. It has nothing to do with the dungeon or any sort of play. It is an empty room with a low table in the middle with nothing more that a strap hanging on the wall. There are no restraints. I have to lay on the table and take the punishment without so much as a squirm. I cannot cry out or scream. The punishment would be doubled if I did either.
Master came in a while later. "Do you know why you are here, boy"?
"Yes Master, I let my anxiety spiral out of control without communicating with you. But I didn't want to spoil the morning for you and our friends."
"I appreciate that but, they are our friends and you could have confided in them".
He pointed at the table, indicated that we were done talking. I took my position on the table. Master retrieved the strap and stood at my side for several minutes. He hung the strap back on the hook then said, "stay there" then walked out of the room, locking it behind him. He came back later to give me hell. He left me again, locking the door behind him. I "slept" there last night.
He came to get me this morning, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
To be clear about this, when I first became Master's slave, we talked about punishment. He didn't like the idea of punishment and wanted to avoid it all together. He said it would confuse the "play" aspects of the relationship. I persisted in conditions for which it should be given. It became the only signed contract between us at the time.
No discussion of a demand or command given by Master may occur at the time it is given. Punishment for visible or unreasonable disagreements will be intense and given Master determines.
Significant emotions will be discussed in a sensible manner when it is appropriate. Downward spiraling behavior will not be tolerated. Punishment will be given as agreed and may be amended by Master.
The Terms of punishment are rigid and may be otherwise amended by Master. We signed that as a contract after outlining in conversation the reason I wanted it enforced. Now, punishment is more of a matter of ownership that a contract. The moment that Christian beat me for not realizing and for being disrespectful to the family (a few months ago), our relationships changed, especially with Master. The actually realization of the Master/slave began to change to Owner/property. The night in play when I told Master "no more limits" became a significant breakthrough that eliminated all contracts.
The ride home. The wind seeped through the zipper of my jacket as we rode north toward home. Master took the lead for most of the ride. He is far more daring than I so it seemed to be a game of chicken. We stopped for dinner in Santa Rosa and made the remainder of the ride as the sun dropped below the mountains. It was a good ride.
Master was ready to rough ride me early this morning. I woke with his belt tight around my neck and hands in cuffs behind my back. He grabbed me by my hips and brought me up to my knees to fuck me. My Groethal was laying on the floor so I my cock was rigid and dripping. I pounded my prostate hard until he loaded my ass with his cum. I managed to flip on my back and then begged Master to allow me to cum. I asked him to tighten the belt as I came close to exploding. He stroked until I shot and then dropped at my side and laid his arm over me and fell asleep. The belt was still snug around my neck and hands still restrained behind my back. He loosened the belt a bit before he dropped off to sleep so it was pleasant to feel it but did not restrict blood or air flow. I turned to face him and fell asleep with my face buried in his arm pit.
He woke a couple hours later and repeated the same thing before we got up to face the day.
Sometimes it just happens, we'll be somewhere relaxing and all of the sudden, the boy will get a screwed up expression on his face and I can usually guess correctly, bam! He gets a migraine. Today was different.
We were enjoying a brunch al fresco with a few friends when a woman walked by our table who was wearing a light gray dress. She was blond and smelled heavily of Lily of the Valley. She was carrying a Martini from the bar in one hand and a cigarette between the fingers of her right hand. She brushed against the boy. The boy quickly turned to acknowledge her when she apologized. The boy turned back and began to get that screwed up expression. He grew quiet. Minutes later, the boy got up and rushed to the restroom holding his fist over his stomach. I followed and caught him just as he vomited. I thought, "this could be a migraine". The boy came back to the table and tried to relax but soon asked to be excused and got up to go outside. He started to walk in the direction of the condo before I paid the bill and tried to catch him.
The boy climbed into bed with his clothes on and covered his head with a blanket and pretended to be sleeping until he actually fell asleep. He talked in his sleep, saying something to his mother in dream.
He woke a couple hours later and greeted me. He asked me if I wanted to go shopping.
The woman looked and smelled like the memory of his mother. She would do her hair and dress-up to leave for her daily card games or round of golf at the country club but not before splashing herself liberally with Muguet. She wore bright red lipstick and smoked pathologically. She drank Martinis instead of eating while lunching with her friends. He hasn't seen her since his grandfather ripped him from her care to protect him from her during her tantrums. His grandparents protected him, shrouding him and hiring Max to be his body guard, manny, best friend and surrogate father. The woman's present led him into an anxiety attack that exploded before he could grasp it and think himself through it. Had I known, I might have been able to help him.
So the boy and I went shopping. We'll stay in the condo tonight then leave for home tomorrow after the worst of rush hour is over.
Master brought me to his friend's house for a session. He's a doctor of alternative and Holistic Medicine. He's all business in the office but at night in his playroom he uses his profession to experiment with his needle, cups and fingers to create unbearable sensations for his "victims".
He tied me face down on his massage table and blindfolded me. The gag came later. He used acupuncture in the usual spaces and in places that are not used in his practice. He needled me in the bottom of my feet between the big toe and next toe just a head of the ball of my foot. It gave me an intense orgasm that seemed to churn like a washing machine in my testicles? my back must have looked like something out of Hellraiser when he was done. Then he started to cup over some of the needles. He used a lot of suction so they were immediately uncomfortable. He left me for a while then came to remove the cups. Imagine really nasty tit clamps being removed after being on for a long period of time. It was like that as he removed each cup. It stung and stung.
He flipped me onto my back and did the same thing to my front side. My face was massed with needles before he started working on my tits and chest, scrotum, penis and feet. He added cups over my needled tits and let me simmer for a while before removing everything. It hurt like hell when he removed the cups. I screamed when he removed the cups that covered my tits. I thought he was done with me. I was like a limp noodle, barely able to move because I was strangely very relaxed.
The he announced "NOW for the star of the show!". He began to touch my body energy without actually making contact with my body. It felt like an electrical/static charge where ever he moved his fingers. I begged him to stop. I BEGGED HIM TO STOP! I don't do that sort of thing, ask Master!
He gagged me and continued the torture of non-touch. He was playing with my body energy. It was like using an egg beater over the surface of my body. He suddenly stopped then started giving me a deep massage. He said he was realigning my energy after mixing it all up. I felt like chocolate melting in his warm and very strong hands. He flipped me over again and worked on my back side. He fingered my hole, relaxing it. I thought he was getting me ready to be fucked. It didn't happen.
I laid on his table for a while before he helped me sit up. He removed the blindfold and gag and told me to relax for a while.
Master, the Doctor and I sat around his dining table drinking herbal tea. We left after inviting him to the ranch. I felt like I was floating as we descended the stairs and walked out to catch a taxi.
My slave is vulnerable appearing by his own design but he can be so hot looking all the same. He smiles and treats everyone with respect and warmth. I can see how people can make the mistake of thinking he is not wholly masculine. He admits to his desire to be more butch, hairy and obviously muscled but that is not the man I know him to be. I give him more hell and pain than I could handle myself and I'm fuckin' big and scary looking and I handled a lot of pain in my time as a slave.
We're spending another night in the city. We'll be hitting some of the kink shops and of course, Mr. S Leathers. My slave has a date with a friend to play. I think he's going to enjoy himself. The guy videos everything and I gave him permission but after the boy's identity is obscured.
My slave and I headed south to San Francisco instead of north. He hasn't been in the city for months so on a whim, I took him down the Coastal highway until we crossed the bridge then dropped our bikes off at the condo and took public transportation around the city. The boy likes to walk. I think he can walk endlessly without stopping and I have to work to keep up with him.
We had dinner at Zuni Cafe'. Slave got the piccolo frito (Hen of the Wood (Maitake) Mushrooms and I went the flesh route with Rabbit roasted in a brick oven. We lingered over cheese with squash blossoms and coffee then walked over to the Lone Star for a beer and to meet friends who make it their Thursday night hangout.
I was talking to a friend who is also a slave owner. My slave was behind me facing the opposite direction when a slightly more that tipsy guy walked up to him. The boy greeted him with a friendly hello and the guy tried to buy him a drink. My slave said "thank you sir but you need to talked to my owner". I turned to watch my slave from my far left. The guy reached up to touch my collar on my slave and the boy blocked him and told the guy that he could not touch him without getting his Master's permission. The guy reached up again, disrespecting the slave. He grabbed the collar.
Much to my shock and shaken surprise, the slave ripped the guys fingers from his collar then grabbed the guy with his right hand and bent it backward, "sir! If you touch me one more time I will break the offending hand at the wrist". The guy winced and tried to take his hand away but the slave pushed it harder. I grabbed MY slave by wrapping my hand around his head and covering his mouth and nose with my hand. I whispered "you better heed my slave's warning. Mu slave dropped the guys hand. The guy stumbled and nearly feel. He grabbed the guy an helped him stand then turned and the bartender to call a taxi for the guy.
I took a short lead from my pocked and snapped it on to the boys collar and made him kneel with his face buried in my crotch until it was time to leave.
I honestly thought that my slave would break the guys wrist. I have never seen him so aggressive before.
Question: Why is it that so many guys challenge a person wearing a slave collar?
My slave and I discussed his "story" this morning while waking up. He said it was a "confession" that was meant for me an no one else. I decided to abide by his request not to publish it. It's too bad, it makes for good fantasy.
He wondered if he was a sex/and BDSM addict. I'm the wrong person to discuss sex addiction because my libido is constantly super charged. I think that we're healthy. We both manage to live a constructive life and have fun.
Slave is tied, gagged, plugged, and blindfolded into a very tight and unforgiving package this morning. He is listening to recordings, reinforcing the hypnotic suggestions that we worked on about the time Reggie came from London to visit. He actually requested to be in the tightest hogtie that I could get him into and leave him alone for the morning. I think he started regretting his request about the time I turned the lights out on him.
We're taking our BMW's out this afternoon for a ride then coming home after dinner.
The story was deleted at my slave's request
Christian escorted slave into town today. I had no idea why.
They were gone for about an hour. slave ran into his studio carrying a large white plastic bag. I never allowed him to spend money without knowing what he was spending it on so I wondered where he got the cash to buy whatever it was that he bought. Christian asked me to leave him to his surprise.
He emerged from his studio a few moments later and asked me to come with to see a painting he had just started and finished earlier today. It is a fairly large canvas. It must measure five feet wide and about eight feet high. The painting is a portrait of him in his heavy chains with me standing in the foreground looking stern and menacing. I am holding a baseball bat and wearing bleachers, which I haven't worn in ages.
In the front of us there are these words painted in transparent letters;
THIS IS NOT A ROLE.
IT IS NOT A GAME.
THIS IS LIFE!
There are no "Timeouts, "Safe words" or Limits.
I am Master and you are my slave.
You belong to me 24 hours a day.
My word is final, My control absolute.
This is OUR life.
He had black steel hangers attached to the bottom stretchers of the canvas that hold an aluminum baseball bat.
I asked, "Why the baseball bat?"
"You are protecting me and you keep me in line with it."
I understood the metaphor. I got so wound up by it that I didn't know how to respond. My slave dropped to his knees in rigid strict slave posture and said "Thank You, MASTER" until I wrapped my hands around his head, picked him up and hugged him.
The boy is locked up in the Groethal Chastity Belt again after having use of his cock when he could reach it. I've got to muscle him up again after the last ten days laying around (laughing to myself), if you lugging over a hundred pound of steel that is an unrelenting companion.
Speaking of steel, Ray made up some pins to go through the rivet holes so we done have to go through the somewhat dangerous process of installing hot rivets. Ray wondered if soft amalgam rivets would hold with all the weight that would cause stress on them. I did a little decorating with the restraints. We have a canopy bed from Dungeon Beds. I hung the Irons of the corner post near his head. He not so oddly approved.
It's 7:54pm here. The boy is already in bed with his dog Tommy at his feet.
He worked in his studio after we played earlier. He had a lot of pent up energy to take out on his paintings.
Master was careful with me today. There was little stress on my arms and shoulders. He cuffed my hands behind my back and tied a rope between the cuffs and my balls and walked me up to the oak trees where he had thrown a rope over one of the heavier high branches. He coiled roped around my ankles then tied the rope that was hanging in the tree to that. He pulled me up using his brute strength so that I was hanging inverted with my face at his crotch height.
He fed me his piss. It's almost impossible to swallow when you're upside down but I got some of it down (I mean up). It didn't matter, my face and head were dripping with it. Once he had emptied himself he started stuffing his cock in my throat, got wood and shot a load in my mouth. Some of it dripped out of my nose and over my forehead.
Master had a signal whip curled and hanging from his belt. He started working on me with that until I begged him to stop. I asked him to use the body of the whip instead of the tail end. (Sorry for being demanding, Master! but you probably planned on doing that anyway. It's just that I had a vision of myself with tiger strips when all was done.
When he had completely obliterated my from side he began to pay attention to his rigid meat again and shoved it in my mouth and skull fucked my until I started gagging on his cum again. He lowered me to the ground and bent me over the fallen tree and scooped up my cum and spit to lubricate my ass. He plunged into that, fucking me for what seemed like hours before he let out a scream and came inside of me again.
He untied me and we rolled in the grass wondering if anyone with binoculars happened to be watching us. Master's scream must have alerted someone.
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.
My slave was up before dawn and ready to go out to work.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK IN BED, BITCH! Doc told you to rest for a few days." He laughed at me, it was a seizure of laughter. "Master, did you really call be bitch?" He continued laughing. "You have never called me that before. You must be really angry".
He jumped back in bed beside me and dug his face into my arm pit until he couldn't breath. I wrapped my arm around him until he began to struggle. He ejaculated on my leg. "NOW LICK IT UP, BITCH! Then go back to sleep until I'm ready to get up." He fell into a deep sleep. I left him in bed.
Suddenly I heard my Slave groan loudly and all the weight of the chains that bind seemed to crash on the cement floor. Christian hear it the same moment. We made a mad dash down the boys cell and open the door. Boy was laying on the floor afraid to move.
"i'm just tired Master, I am sorry to alarm you."
His face was red and the shoulder was welted where the collar pressed into his flesh. His pulse was rapid and he was breathing slowly in through his nose and in burst from his mouth.
"Call his doctor and I'll get the tools to get him out of this metal."
Butch and Daniel joined the others. Christian returned with a drill and Butch took over the boys extraction. The boy's doctor was on his way. Butch drilled the shaft of the rivets and Daniel completed the work, cleaning out the last bits and metal the prying the irons open. The boy closed his eyes while the work continued.
The dogs were raising a ruckus. The doc was inside the house looking for us as I fetched him. The guys stopped working while the doc examined the boy.
"His body is worn out from all the weight he's been carrying. Has he been complaining about pain any where"?
"Geez, you know this boy, he'd be dying from pain and he wouldn't let on. The only thing that gets him is migraine pain".
"Has he had migraines lately"?
He hasn't complained of any but again, he was in restraints so he likely could have turned even that into something erotic."
He was out of restraints and we got him onto his mattress. Doc continued his examination and said that the left shoulder was dislocated. It was the weight. The Doc pulled and massaged until the boy arched his back and cried out. "Do you have any strong pain medications in the house?"
The boy is sleeping in my bed where he belongs. Our adventure ended abruptly and I'm glad of it although not glad of the cause. I think we're done with this exercise.
I guess his isolation will not be complete isolation. I went down to remove his gag and loosen his hands so that he can feed and take care of himself. Tony, made pumpkin croissants, scramble eggs and sausages. Object ate well this morning. I loosened his collar chain so that he can move around his cell but he is solidly attached to the rock wall.
Object had little to say other than "thank you, Master". I think he is oblivious to his situation and happy that I came to be with him, however short the time.
The last of the vineyard is being harvest beginning Monday. It paid for itself and that is what we expected for our first year. Some of our olives went to bottlers to become part of a mix. Some went into private label bottles for samples, gifts and home use. I think the boy is happy about his first year in production. Everyone in the family feels good that we've managed a good first year.
The ranch will add sheep to the menagerie in the coming year. We're researching different breeds.
Object is in his cell again. He is chained to the wall. A ball gag is keeping him occupied. I sat with him, filling the cell with a thick cloud of cigar smoke. Object is turned on sexually by it and wants to fuck his hand. He knows it is useless unless I demand that he cum but I allowed him to pleasure himself for a while before I tightened up his chains.
I'm going to a record four days of isolation for the object beginning this evening.
object suffered in darkness until after dinner before I brought him upstairs to the shower to wash him then flushed his ass and guts out. Gallons of foam washed his filth down the drain. He was so grateful
for the warmth of the shower and my attention. His little yellow dog Tommy waited impatiently outside of the shower for his boy to give him attention. I brought the boy out to watch a movie with the family. He made a feeble attempt to worship my feet but slipped into deep sleep surrounded by heaps of white canine fur who were all snoring loudly. I covered the boy with a blanket and left him sleep. Tommy lifted his snout to watch me then placed his chin on the boys face and closed his eyes.
Things didn't work out as I planned. I'd been fondling my cock all day thinking of taking the object to bed with me to fuck him and then fall asleep still inside of him. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable laying there amidst his adoring k-9 elite guard puppies that I couldn't bear to disturb them. I had a great horny day, I'll just finish it off giving pleasure to myself.
Object started working with the sunrise this morning. He beat Daniel and Josh out to the barn. Then the least expected happened. Daniel ordered object to his climb on to a table to present his ass for a work out. object obeyed him but with true concern asked Daniel if he would get in trouble with the Masters for taking liberties. Daniel told him that he wanted to fuck him since the moment he saw him in his chains and said it was worth getting in trouble now that he had the opportunity. He also told object that he trusted object not to say anything to the Masters.
The full truth of the matter was that Butch and I were watching them on a cctv link. I was just like the object to express his concern for another before himself. Daniel fucked the object and then invited Josh to join the fun. object was going nuts with pleasure. When they filled his gut with cum he got on his knees and offered to clean their cocks with his tongue. I was at that moment that Butch and I 'surprised" them.
Butch grabbed Daniel by the ear and pulled him out of the barn. Josh stood looking dumbfounded as I grabbed the object and pushed him around in my very best mock anger. I dragged the boy outside and put a rimming seat over his head and sat, making noises as if I was going to crap in the boys face. I told him to open his mouth and he obeyed without and inkling of protest. I let go of a long stream of piss instead of shit.
At that moment, the boy was truly an object. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for me. Nothing! There are no more taboos between us.
I told my boy that I was proud of him for showing concern for Daniel before himself. I told him how pleased I was with his obedience and willingness to please me no matter what it took and then I took him down to his cell and chained him by the chain in the back of the collar to through rock wall and told him to have a good day. He thanked me and told me to be horny thinking about your imprisoned object.
Master is sitting on the sofa arm. He is wearing nothing but an old red t-shirt. His balls and cock hang freely, teasing me. He is wearing a cockeyed smile as he watches me struggle with the keyboard.
Affection? I know it is there not matter what he does or what he choses to express.
What am I learning? I can be an object but only within the confines of existing relationships and how they affect our attitudes toward our actions. Remember that every relationship must remain fluid to stay alive. I don't know what the future holds, not even 5 minutes from now.
Iron is heavy and unforgiving. I have to adjust my body to accept it's weight and relieve the pain it inflicts. Sometimes I actually feel annoyed that something can be so heavy and yet not restrictive enough. I am ceaselessly horny. I think the frustration that I feel causes that.
It was stubble removal day so out came the laser hair removal toll. I boldly removed his eye brows, (with a razor). Object tells me that he enjoys being smooth as a baby's ass and didn't even mind having his eyebrows shaved.
He has kept his head shaved because it reminds him to be humble and now, because he is submissive and slave. This is a fact to him that no longer needs reinforcement.
He has found a way to work out without the use of the gym. To keep boredom to a minimum he does various forms of sit-ups, crunches, planks, push-ups and deep knee bends. We added ranch labor to his physical activities. Butch has gotten into the spirit of the boys objectification by making do hard labor and smacking his ass when he slows down. Daniel is the object's alpha as well. The object loves his situation, you can see it in his eyes. I love it too. He drops to his knees when I am near. I use him and then walk away feeling satisfied and happy that his objectification is working out well.
My slave gets physical affection as he normally would. I could never deny him that. He responds to every touch in his normal way even when he is bound. His personal energy is so strong that you can't miss his intention or affection. He is almost magical.
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.
I didn't make it for another 24 hours. I went down this evening in a fit of horniness to use him. That's what an object is for, right?
I got him up on his mattress and forced his knees under his gut so his ass was sticking up in the air. I spit lubed his hole and slowly slid my cock inside of him. He gasped and sighed as I penetrated him then pushed back to get me deeper inside of him. I set a pace to fuck him slowly and as gently as I could but ended up grasping the chain at the back of his collar for leverage as I lost control of myself. I fucked him long and hard before I shot my seed into him. I collapsed on top of him to recover. I heard him sniffle and quietly cry.
I turned him over to straddle his chest and buckled a dental gag into his mouth and spread it as wide as his mouth would open. I stuck my tongue in his mouth then spit inside of him several times before I face fucked him until I came a second time. The object was frustrated at not being able to suck me clean but I used my fingers to skim the cum from my cock into his mouth.
I thought of sitting with him for a while but I want him to know what it is to be an object.
I pulled the chains tightly through the side hasps of the waist restraints and locked them in place then pulled his legs up behind him so that he is hogtied. The weight of his leg irons added stress to the hogtie. I removed the dental gag and replaced it with a ball gag head harness and left him laying face down. I stood in the door opening and watched him, waiting to see how he reacted. He managed to force a muffled "thank you Master" through his gag. I locked the door and went upstairs to go to bed.
I thought about what I had done to my object and honestly loved the way I felt about it. I now think I can handle this part of our lifestyle.
His greatest source of trauma was his mother after his father died. She was loony and spoiled and a stupid very intelligent woman. He is indifferent toward his half siblings except when the second brother tries to bully him for money but he's in prison now. His first "lover" as he admits was his misguided at keeping his Manny in his life after his grandparents died.
He has a big hurdle to jump now. His father died in January at the age Trace is now.
I think he is settled with everything from his past although he is shocked by the kind of grasp I have on him. He was unconditionally loved by his grandparents, as he now knows, but the people of his ancestry rarely displayed warmth through touching. They were stoic to say the least. With me and my big arms wrapped around him every chance I get, he knows the warmth he has always needed is right here for him. He has all of us at the ranch and his leather family as it expands.
We're not looking for any revelations in this game that we're playing other than greater respect for each other. How many slaves or submissive men or women dream of an opportunity, although fantasy, to experience what my object is living at the moment? And how many dream of a slave situation that they can never escape from? If I choose, I have ways to keep him slave for the rest of his life even if he wants to end the relationship.
I think, being able to show I can objectifying my slave is a good for both of us, given our chosen lifestyle and the depth of our love for each other.
He was fed his green liquid shit. Before I shut the peep hole door he managed to say "tighter?".
I just shook my head at his impetuousness.
You are absolutely correct in your thoughts as I read them. We are playing a mind game so it is absolutely essential to monitor the object closely. I have Christian, Butch and the entire family monitoring the boy and me to make sure I do not hurt him or damage our relationship. They are all stakeholders and have vested interest, besides being family. Because of them, Trace and I can push each other beyond what we could without them. I may be the boss but any one of them can step in to stop this if they see something going wrong.
Do I think this will make our relationship stronger? Yes! Is the boy strong enough to handle himself even as an object? Yes! Can he be broken? Not easily. I don't like breaking my toys and thus the safe guards of family are paramount.
Object is sleeping peacefully on his mattress with his blanket covering him. He appeared to be dreaming because he had a gentle smile on his face. He appears to be acquiescing to his extreme bondage as he learns to position himself to find some bit of comfort. As he often does, he has expressed that he would like to have even less freedom. But hasn't spoken directly to anyone since the door of his cell was locked. We monitor sound as well visually.
I'm going to keep him isolated for at least 24 more hours.
It was daylight for the object. He was huddled on the floor in the corner of his cell. His wrist were still voluntarily held at his sides. He wrapped his ankles in the chain between the irons so that his feet appeared to be chained together. His neck was bent as far forward as the collar would allow. He appeared content and wide awake.
Content may be a wrong word, resigned to his imprisonment is a better way to describe.
It was feeding time. The boy stepped up to the peep hole in the door and took the funnel gag in his mouth and I began to slowly pour the green liquid. He grimaced as the liquid hit his taste buds. When he stepped back from the gag, he said "I wish I could smell you and your cigar smoke". I snickered and slammed the peep hole door in his face and locked it. His five minutes of fleeting sight of my face ended abruptly. The crazy kid is in isolation and all he wanted was to smell me and cigar smoke. It's a wonder what make him tick.
I whacked off with my right hand three times today. Thinking about keeping the fucker locked up in a hundred pounds of steel keeps me constantly on the edge.
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.
To answer your question. There is a very big difference between leaving my slave with Ray and having him at home. I monitor him and I can go down to his cell and torment him or sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor beneath me. I can take him outside and I can take him to the dungeon to work on him. He was an hour drive from home when he was with Ray. Also, I can force him to eat. If he doesn't do as he his told, I will beat him and he expects it. Ray would never treat him as I do, with either love or punishment.
slave has not been given solid food for almost forty eight hours. Tony whips up a drink that sells like vitamins and freshly mown grass. It is terrible tasting but has all the nutrients that he needs with consideration of being in the pitch black most of the time. I feed him through a tunnel gag that is usually used for toilet training.
When I checked in on him this morning he had pulled the chains for the wrist restraints back through the side hasps of the waist restrain. He is limiting his own movement. He was laying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Laying on his stomach is the most comfortable position because the hasps press into softer muscle instead of against his side or spine. I get the feeling that he would like me to make him more uncomfortable by locking his wrists to his sides and gagging and blindfolding him. Intuition is strong in these situations. He is not seeing anyone for at least another 24 hours, although I want to go down and bury my wood in his ass.
I can monitor his sounds constantly. He has only sighed so far.
Everything is random at this time. I want to keep him off balance for a while. I sat with object while it ate breakfast and we talked. It sat with his back to me and raised my hand to cover his mouth and nose and leaned back into me when I asked it how it felt. I eventually turned it around and face fucked it then left him on his knees.
It is hard to treat the person that you love most in the world as an object. This is training for me as much as it is for him.
I packed the chains in the back of the truck without the slave knowing. We hopped in the truck for a leisurely ride, or so he thought. We stopped for lunch at a little diner then continued the drive. He knew exactly what was happening as I turned off the "main" road.
"This isn't just a leisurely drive, is it."
I smiled and reminded him that he knew he would end up riveted in the chains again. He was silent for the rest of the trip. I knew that he would. He was unhappy but tried his best not to let it show. This was exactly what he wanted. He wants me to take merciless physical control of him as well as psychological control. Wearing the heavy chains long term will fill the bill on both accounts. I was getting hard just thinking about him having to negotiate almost a hundred pounds of steel whenever he moves.
Ray was ready for us. We three talked over a beer and Ray went to work setting the red hot rivets in place. His skill kept him from injuring the slave although the slave was wide-eyed with fear during the entire procedure.
The slave is wearing a heavy steel collar that is nearly as wide as a posture collar. A chain connects the from of the collar to the heavy steel waist restraint then down to the chain connecting the ankle restraints. The wrist restraints also have a chain on each side the connects through a ring in the sides of the waist restraint. Those chains can be pulled tight, locking the wrist snug against the waist. A chain connected to the back of the collar is clipped to the back of the waist. It can be unclipped and locked to a stationary object, such as the ring in the wall that it is connected to now.
Ray took such beautiful care in the design that there are no corners or edges on the irons so bruising and abrasions are minimal. My slave is confined to the wine cellar cell where he goes to escape noises, light and sound that might disturb him during a migraine.
Once the boy was secured in irons, we stowed him in the back seat of the truck where the dark glass obscures sight of him. He was not happy but again, he would not complain, he knew he had asked to be an object again at the end of his month with me in my New Your house. I never managed long term imprisonment for him until now. He is far better off in the cell than he was the first time. He can reach the toilet, sink and water faucet.
I am thinking about making feeding time hard on him sometimes by locking his wrists to his sides. He will only see me at feeding time or when I decide to torture or "punish" him. He is doing nothing but hard time isolation until I think he has had enough.
A member of the Chateau, the one from the Emerits who pulled his slave's teeth, contacted me through the Chateau. He gave me a very handsome offer for the rent or purchase of my slave. I had to laugh and obviously said, "NO!" I told the boy once I got him all settled in his cell. He wasn't phased by the offer because he knows it happens all the time. He laughed and hugged my legs. "This is life long".
My slave totally shocked me last night. We were watching a program about prison life in Arizona. The focus of the program was gangs and gang violence in the prison. He said and he meant it, violence in prison could be ended by chaining people the way you chain me, so they can't do anything but sit there bored out of their minds. Give them minimal nutrition, don't give them any privileges and let them rot in the hell that they create for themselves. If they committed violent acts, let then let them rot without possibility of release.
Then he recanted by saying that he thought non-violent and prisoners who can be reformed should be separated from prisoners who committed violent crimes. If they become a threat then they should be chained with the violent prisoners.
Slave is so humanistic in most things that it was a shock to hear him.
Things like this amuse me. Serendipitous coincidence always amuses me. Watching the program about prisons and our conversation come as I finished a deal with and architectural re-use store for
six prison cells from a 19th century jail that was torn down and my plan to bring slave north this afternoon to be riveted in his heavy chains again. slave doesn't know about my plans and I am sure he will not like being in the heavy chains again but he won't protest. I'm bringing him home in the chains this time so I have direct control of him.
"Everything you have ever wanted is on the other side of fear." - George Addair
slave was up early today. He was sitting on the deck waiting for the sunrise over the valley. He had a cup of coffee on the deck floor alongside of his chair. He wore a checked shirt, jeans, his shit kickers, cowboy hat and tan leather gloves. He held a lit cigar in his teeth while he pleasured his tits. It was such a beautiful site that I stood inside the door and watched him.
"Find the courage to ask questions and express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can
to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama"
- Miguel Ruiz
The boy bounces from wanting me to take complete control of our relationship to frustration over unexpressed desire. Confusion lies in it's wake. Having said this, my boy is my partner and husband first, slave and fleetingly, an object. In his mind the priorities are different. He is slave, object, partner and husband. My thoughts were that I wanted to re-order his priorities but then I came to understand how much he loves, worships and trusts me to allow me to have so great an influence that he so insistent upon being my slave. How is it that I have found such a partner and husband?
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.
I worked outside today then took my horses out for a charge up and down the mountainside. I brushed them all down then headed into the house. Master was home from his trip to S.F. and he was waiting for me.
He was sitting outside on the steps wearing his bleachers, Navy Blue Nat Sherman Polo and his 20 hole Rangers. He held a heavy iron collar in his hands and a frown on his face.
“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.
Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.
I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”
- Haruki Murakami
Nothing makes sense today.
I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.
He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.
Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.
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.
Daniel seems more secure than ever. Like a lot of us gay men, Daniel went threw several relationships that fell apart. Having Butch claim him and Butch's patience has allowed Daniel to trust in life. The marriage and the fact that he is care of by the entire family that he constantly invests himself in is making for a happy boy. It seems he uses my slave for a role model. Butch is always happy but he is high as a kite with Daniel at his side.
Josh's guy is sleeping at the house most nights but keeps his home and job closer to San Francisco.
Tony is Tony. He works longer hours than he should. He's a magician in the kitchen and keeps the Merry Men on their toes when they come to clean. He plays once in a while. He's a bit of a sadist and loves to work my slave over when he gets the chance to edge in.
Christian does what ever needs to be done and plays. He watches the boys and corrects them when they are being "unslavely".
We're all happy working and more settled than ever.
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.
We’re heading into the fourth quarter so it’s time to gather
documents from everywhere to get our finances together for taxes. We actually
have people who do that sort of thing for us but we watch the watchers. Well,
Master watches, being the “tycoon” that he is. Wednesday is office day and
today was even more intense as Mr. Jenson and our local attorney got together
to hash out the annual re-write of my Last Will and Testaments. Death planning
isn’t my favorite thing today. We also worked out our contribution to the
Annual Halloween Festival. We’re bringing animals to town for the petting zoo.
We lunched together over Salads of bright green romaine,
heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese from the cheese lady who buys our goats milk.
Tony topped the salads with beef roast that he cooked in the sous vide with
salt and crushed pepper. It was intensely flavorful and tenderer than Kobe Beef
that we had in Japan.
Everyone cleared out of the office by 4:30,
Master fucked me and we went to soak outside in the hot tub. Giving head under
water is a trip. Talk about playing with breathe control! I think the interrogators
in Gitmo should employ this torture method. The hell with water boarding.