tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15262814621870016512024-03-19T15:35:49.638-07:00Master Ian's SlaveUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger469125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-41413029032192081872021-02-08T18:53:00.000-08:002021-02-08T18:53:03.403-08:00<p> Here's a question for you.</p><p>When you are in bondage: </p><p> Do you struggle the whole time?</p><p><span> Do you struggle to test the bondage them relax once you know you can't get free?</span><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>The question came up the last night when mike gagged me with socks that he had worn all weekend then tied me with my arms pulled up behind my back. He tied my ankles so my legs were crossed and then tied a rope around my neck and pulled that down to my ankles. I struggled like hell but then stopped when I knew for sure that I couldn't escape.</span></p><p><span>Mike wanted to see me struggle more but I sunk into such a submissive state that I was more interested in feeling helpless and the increasing pain caused by my position.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-84057749093681429502021-02-04T19:05:00.001-08:002021-02-04T19:05:12.866-08:00<p> I have lived in Colorado for some time now. It is my home base, so speak. Things have changed over the years. The group that "purchased" the Cloverdale property failed. The intent of running of the property was good but they never attracted enough members so that they could afford to pay the mortgage so the place fell into near ruin before the bank contacted me with an urgent offer to take the over again at a lower cost than I had sold it.</p><p>I had to. My Great Uncle must have been angry as my "home" seemed to terrify every person who considered purchasing it. They were all convinced that the property was very, very haunted. The olive trees were gnarled beyond their age and stopped bearing fruit. The vineyards were also send twisted creepers across the ground from row to row. Rodents and insect infestation nearly whipped out all of the vegetation except the overgrown grass that was brown and suffering from neglect and drought.</p><p>Ian disappeared several years ago while I was in New York at a gallery opening. Not a soul could account for him. He hadn't been seen in London or Germany. His bank accounts and credit cards hadn't been touched. His passport had been left in the center drawer of his desk. I gave up searching after a year. Friends convinced me to move on with my life which I fought until it became obvious that he was gone and never to be found again. I left the locks unchanged, hoping that he would return someday.</p><p>I travel from Colorado to California often to see the progress on the work at Cloverdale. I've hired a caretaker and his wife to manage the property and manage the labor as they reconstruct what had been lost. It was hard to keep help at first but as I found more time to work there myself, the hauntings subsided and help is more apt to stay. One of the Mexican laborer's wife is a Shaman who insists that she has been able to subdue my angry uncle's spirit. Whatever, things are becoming more positive.</p><p>I am more at ease with my own life these days. Mad Mike from Georgia has moved to Colorado to try to take over where Ian left off. We've been friends off and on for years but never got to the state of being lovers. Its been difficult because Ian and I are still officially married. Being tied up by him never approaches the intensity that I felt with Ian but we still get our kicks.</p><p>I'm hoping to find time to write here several times a week.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-88338978127970395742016-04-30T21:18:00.000-07:002016-04-30T21:18:37.521-07:00108 Days an ObjectI hesitate to write about this, not wanting another "slave" who fantasize about being kept as an objectified human thing that is treated with fewer rights than an animal.<br />
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I had talked about wanting to be a slave who had nothing more in life than to spend his entire life serving a Master. Master and I lived the life. To a great extent, I had been living, more voluntarily than by his demand, as his servant. If you read my blog you will see just how we related to each other.<br />
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One of the scenarios that we played out from time to time was to kept as a object, less than a slave with no way out of the situation for what ever time he decided to keep me. He and his friends kept me bound for as long as they thought I was getting off on it. They would push my "limits" (my desire to play) then let me out.<br />
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I'd essentially given up on the idea of being an object and even got turned off to the idea once I learned of people captured by sociopathic criminals. I think that the lines between that behavior and playing out the concept as a kinky activity became blurred. I was becoming sickened by the reality of the violence in the world and wanted to step back from play long enough to sort out my feelings and somehow justify my desires and separate them from the result of violence that truly harms innocent victims. I hadn't talk about objectification or my desire to experience for quite a while, simply because of ambiguous feelings.<br />
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You may know that it is legal to carry a weapon in public in Colorado. I'm not sure what precipitated it but Master bought everyone on the ranch a side arm and holster, expecting them to be worn at all times. I think he got off on the way it looks. I carried one too. We practiced handling them so we all knew how to use them should the need arise.<br />
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New Years Eve<br />
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Snow was falling in our area of the Mountains even though it seemed warm. We had eaten a late meal of aged rib eye steaks and beer from one of the crafters in Denver. The eight men of the household were tipsy when we pushed away from the table. I cleaned the table and kitchen then joined the guys in a game of billiards. As we began to sober up, Master began to rough me up. He locked a heavy collar around my neck and connected by a chain behind my back to wrist irons and then to irons that were locked round my ankles. He walked my down to the dungeon with the other guys following. The seven men raped me ass and mouth until each of them a spent inside of me at lead once. The also pissed on and inside of me both ass and mouth.<br />
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The men locked a chain to one of the ankle irons then locked the free end of the chain to a ring in the wall. Master gagged me then they all went upstairs to uncork bottles of champagne and drank themselves to sleep.<br />
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They came down late the next day. The unchained me then restrained me on a table with leather straps where they spent the next few hours waxing every single hair from my head, face and body. Max held his side arm in my mouth and told me to keep quiet or he would blow my head off. Those were the last words that they spoke to me except to bark orders at me. They beat me with a leather strap when they finished waxing me then all took turns fucking me.<br />
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From that point on, I was an object to be used, tortured, beaten, pissed on and in, cummed in and on and even shit on. They washed me with a powerful jet of cold water from a hose when I was too stinking filthy for them to be able to stand. I saw nothing but bright lights when they used or fed me or tortured me and jet blackness when they me left alone.<br />
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There was no way to count the days. It would have been useless anyway because I did not know how long they would keep me as a prisoner.<br />
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Boredom and fear filled my head. When I wasn't gagged I could yell and scream at them. I demanded release and threatened them. I also begged for release but they simple seemed to ignore me, treating without apparent passion, even when they tormented me. Sometimes, in my most desperate hours, I tried to hold my breath long enough to die. It never worked. I spent many hours crying all to no avail.<br />
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The men released me on April 17th after beating, torturing and fucking me. Master held his gun to my head and told me that if I ever told anyone one they had done to me that they would bury me alive out in the wood.<br />
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I took a long hot shower in the dungeon bath. Master stood watch over me and we talked.<br />
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In the end, life went on as it always has. The guys were as affection as ever. I still haven't wanted to talk to them about my experience but I know why they objectified me and understand that it was a gift that they sometimes were reluctant to give.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-6160823532155375342015-11-03T17:26:00.000-08:002015-11-03T17:26:18.755-08:00Science FictionSilke David,<br />
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The last post sounded like science fiction because it is almost total bullshit. Trace was very sick and spent most of a month in a hospital. He has, in essence, disappeared from daily life around here, <br />
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As we have written about from time to time, he is a sleep walker. There was a night in September when he walked out of the house in the middle of the night, he was stark naked. This time he walked into the pine forest. He caught a cold that escalated into pneumonia that escalated into other things. It was hell for a while but he is home and he is regaining his stamina.<br />
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Anyway, I had a dream about him disappearing completely one night and wrote about it as if the reality of my dream was more than just in my head.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-78693981963390123672015-10-30T18:29:00.000-07:002015-10-30T18:29:42.489-07:00Trace's ReturnTrace woke me up on three consecutive nights. Each time, he asked me if I heard "something" that woke him up. I didn't hear anything but the dogs restlessly moving in their sleep. The Tibetan woke slightly let out a deep partially formed "woof" and then went back to sleep. We're accustomed to them making sleeping dog noises. Tommy lays restlessly at our feet, away of boy's every move.<br />
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We sleep nude in a cool room covered with blankets and comforter.<br />
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The third night was especially odd. Trace was looking out the window when he asked if I heard the noise. He said it was like a very low pitch whirring in the far distance. I didn't hear anything and on top of that none of the dogs seemed alerted by anything.<br />
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Tommy woke me up early the next morning. He was adamant about getting me to follow him to the deck door which was thrown wide open. It's usually the boy who attends to him. I thought that perhaps the boy went outside and accidently left the door. I looked out on the deck for him but he wasn't there. I got myself dressed and went outside to find him. by that time the dogs were outside looking for him. He was no where to be found. He was no where in the house. I woke up the other guys to help me look for him. He is a sleep walk and sometimes sleep runner. I called up the GPS monitor to track him but it could not locate him. He was no where to be found.<br />
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We called the Sherriff. We looked for him for two days before calling in the Federal Authorities. There was an all out search. The Feds eventually told us to keep looking but keep our search quiet. (odd?) We kept up our search with the help of authorities. We wanted to publicize the search and get locals to help comb the mountains and forests. A few people went out but the authorities called them in.<br />
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It could have been a high profile case but his disappearance was kept quiet except for telling close friends who came to help us.<br />
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Yesterday:<br />
It was a bout 6:am when the dogs started clamoring. The went outside via the dog door in the lower level. They ran out toward the fields where there are no fences. Trace was walking up the side of the mountain toward the house. He was naked and cold. He walked briskly surrounded by the dogs. I ran out to get him and bring him inside. He was cheerful and lucid, as if he had just stepped outside. He was unaware that he had gone missing for nearly a month.<br />
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To all concerned, Trace is home and healthy.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-45682470026080118562015-09-29T18:10:00.000-07:002015-09-29T18:10:11.190-07:00Not SureI'm not in the mood to write much these days. We hired people to do the grunt work around the ranch but there is so much more to do here that I find myself outside working more. Time flies and the day is gone before I realize the sun is dropping below the mountains. It has been very warm and sunny almost every day and cool at night. It's been overcast and cool today so I decided to stay in the studio where it is warm.<br />
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We have been playing out breath control fantasies lately. I keep those activities private because playing with breath control is so fucking dangerous. Suffice to say that it is extremely satisfying when done with Master because I know that he will satisfy my wildest fantasies while keeping me safe.<br />
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To answer Anonymous: Neither of us willanswer questions from people who can't identify themselves, even with a pseudonym. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-90403205195594140882015-09-26T16:45:00.000-07:002015-09-26T16:45:04.802-07:00Quiet SaturdaySilke David: The Denver loft turned into a condo for our friends and family when they stay in Denver. It has a small playroom behind a moveable bookcase. It is a bit of James Bond or should I say "Bound".<br />
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The studio is going to be attached through a long glassed in hallway to the house with a lounge area/sunroom. The boy can stay natural, even when he works.<br />
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Speaking of the boy, I took him to the dungeon last night and tortured the hell out of him to hours before I got tired. He's fuckin marked and bruised. I left him tightly hogtied for the night and so far today. I figured out a new way of getting him all torture tight without cutting off circulation. I can tell he hates it although he never complains except to egg me on. I stood over him last night and came all over him instead of fucking him. He hates that too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-42292044729475314172015-09-06T12:54:00.001-07:002015-09-06T12:54:40.654-07:00ImaginationI thought I would spin a great story about where I have been and what I have been doing over the past month but there is nothing much to say. The new home in a new state has taken our time. We've added new species to the menagerie and changed the fencing from wire to composite material that has a twenty year guarantee. Other than a few day trips we are home bodies living very private lives.<br />
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We drove south to Colorado Springs for a long weekend. We hiked in The Garden of the Gods, hiked up a couple thousand steps on an old cog way from Manitou Springs, dove up Pikes Peak and also took the cog railway up. I never thought much about Pikes Peak until I saw how pervasive it is on the sky line. No matter what direction you view it from, it seems front and center.<br />
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We drove down to Canon City on our last day to visit the Royal Gorge. Everything is crowded with tourists, as it should be. We took the train from Canon City through the Gorge then walked the bridge and took the cable cars across and back, I took the Zip Line across but Ian couldn't handle it. I have to admit that it was terrifying at first but eventually, awe and excitement took over my emotions. I'll do it again some day.<br />
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There were forest fires some where in Colorado that made the air gray and hazy for a few days. It affected all of us, including the animals. Here we are acclimatizing to the altitude and breathing smoke at the same time.<br />
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We have decided to build a studio separate from the house. I feel like I need a place to "go to work".<br />
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Play is about pare for the two perverts that we are. Lots of rope work and extended stays in the dungeon. It's not like me to cramp up but it has happened here a few times. We talked to a doctor about it and he said it probably is the altitude again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-26516652085315878642015-08-02T15:16:00.001-07:002015-08-02T15:16:53.202-07:00Some Things in Our Lives Constantly ChangeI know we sound like I change our rules as fast as the weather changes. Some changes like hiring people to take up the "must do" activities makes sense. My slave and I shouldn't be bogged down with them when we both like to be free to do as we like. Beside that, why not give some blokes a job who need them? Beside that, the boy's studio is ready to work in so if anything, that and just enjoying his animals are enough. He has more time to play with them in stead of shoveling up their shit.<br />
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As for sex, slave, owner object, etcetera and etcetera, that has and will change constantly at my whim. Frankly, my whim seems to be in synch with the boy's most of the time. But then, he is malleable and has a deep need and desire to serve my needs.<br />
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He has stopped asking me to try different experience and goes on with whatever I come up with. Actually, fuck the rules!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-3540285293713150272015-08-01T17:55:00.000-07:002015-08-01T17:55:34.393-07:00Does it Sound Like Complaining?Our relationship has been changing since we moved up on the mountain. The first and most noticeable change is the labor situation. There is no more up-at-the-crack-of-dawn ranch labor for me. Butch hired two full time guys to help with the labor and a landscaping company to "make the land right" for us. <br /><br />My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.<br />
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I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.<br />
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He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.<br />
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I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.<br />
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The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-70416311890752326382015-07-28T18:02:00.000-07:002015-07-28T18:02:50.220-07:00Much Happens in Eight DaysMaster tied my arms behind my back using jute rope in Bukkake style. The rope wound around my neck then back down to my arms, leaving a long tail of rope to use as a leash. He clamped a wide steel collar around my neck that was chained to a heavy steel ring that was attached to the wall. The bondage forced me to stand, back to the wall, standing flat feet on the cool cement floor. He inserted something into my urethra that was held in place by a ring at the base of my cock and another ring behind the meatus. It was secured by a post threaded through my apadrahvya. He attached wires to the base and the metal apadrahvya insert.<br />
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He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out. <br />
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It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-15902711081695185062015-07-20T21:39:00.000-07:002015-07-20T21:39:08.595-07:00The Absolute EndWe are sorry. We are absolutely ending this blog as of this posting.<br />
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We have been writing here for more than two years. It is not growing because we don't have time or the inclination to publicize the blog. Besides, we're getting bored with it and the need to chronicle our lives is well over.<br />
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Thanks for reading and we wish you well in your lives!<br />
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IanUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-12822498756301392402015-07-19T22:22:00.000-07:002015-07-19T22:22:11.291-07:00Fuck on the WoolThe bare living room floor was covered with a twenty foot by thirty foot Royal Sarook carpet yesterday. It deep red lustrous wool is an inch thick and densely knotted. My grandparents bought it in 1939 when they took a trip to the middle east to celebrate their honeymoon. It always looked stately laying over the wavy maple floors in the big parlor. I spent many hours lying on it while reading or studying. I often untwisted the bouillon fringe on the sofa skirt and watch it spin back to it's original shape. No one used that room except me or when my grandparents were entertaining. <br />
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It took six men to carry the carpet into the house from the truck. We unrolled a thick pad on the floor then unfolded the carpet and carefully positioning it before arranging the furniture on top of it. It was like having a part of my childhood memories with me again.<br />
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The guys all went into town for dinner while I finished bedding the animals for the night. I grabbed a handful of turkey and wrapped it around strips of Swiss cheese and threw a handful of spring greens into a bowl for my dinner then went to shower of the dust and animal hair. I laid on the carpet surrounded by six dogs, intending to turn the television on but fell asleep.<br />
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Master tied my hands behind my back while I was sleeping and brought me up to my knees and held me by my hips. While I was still half asleep he slipped his cock inside of me and began to slowly fuck me. He slid in and out deliberately and carefully for a long time before he started to shudder and moan. He slowed his rhythm as his moans grew steadily louder. He dropped one hand from my hip and used it to grab my collar and slowly rammed his cock against my inner sphincter until he came deep into my gut. He hold me by my collar while gaining his breath, shutting off my breath until he slowly pulled out of me. He stuffed his shirt under my pelvis to avoid messing the carpet then collapsed on top of me, pushing me to the floor under him.<br />
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Like a newly wed, he picked me up and carried me up to our room and laid me on our bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-32250317788181681532015-07-18T17:01:00.000-07:002015-07-18T17:01:31.829-07:00Full HouseEveryone is together again. The house is full and all the animals are safe in their new home. The new arrivals were comforted as we humans are to be together again.<br />
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The boy is out playing with the animals, charging and chasing them to get them to exercise and mingle. He takes time to curry each one to let them know that he is there to take care of him. He and I have our hands full because the guys have the day off tomorrow after working like slaves to make sure everything in California got cleared out properly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-29823305102024357732015-07-16T17:05:00.001-07:002015-07-16T17:05:28.949-07:00Shit on the Soles of Our BootsIt seems that we're in a state of semi-controlled turmoil. First came the animals on Friday of last week. It took a lot of TLC to calm them down. Their dog companions were hyper-vigilant and of course, half of the geese made the trip. They kept us awake all night with their barking and squawking. I ended up going out to the barn to sleep once I got all the animals into their stalls. It was the only way that I could help them adjust to their new digs. <br />
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I let them out into the corral and cleaned the barn then went in to sleep a few hours. We had a much quieter night on Saturday. <br />
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Sunday was very quiet but there was still a sense of turmoil. We went in to town for brunch and then came home to tried to connect the satellite system inside the house. Christian's expertise in electronics made the wired maze in the electronics room fathomable.<br />
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The reindeer arrived yesterday along with the horses. The horses shook off the cramped trip by running in circle but the reindeer were jumping and hopping skittishly so that if they were in full rack they most certainly would have damaged each other.<br />
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We're all exhausted, animals and humans alike. We have little interest in kink but we manage vanilla sex a couple times each day.<br />
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Jason and Tony flew in today after helping to ship the last of the geese and the remaining two dogs. Butch and Daniel come on Saturday after the truck without household junk gets on it's way and the keys are turned over to the new owners.<br />
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I think that with all of us working together that we should start to feel settled within a few weeks. I know one thing for sure. It will be good to get a decent meal once Tony has the kitchen set up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-82929373433720049012015-07-09T20:04:00.000-07:002015-07-09T20:04:26.344-07:00The boy is Down TodayThe boy is down today. He is just plain tired. He's spending his day in bed sleeping. He wants me to be with him so I go in from time-to-time to hold him. His Tommy lays on the foot of the bed looking up at him and then as I leave, he crawls up and leans against the object of his adoration.<br />
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I'd like to tie him up and gag him for the evening and I think I might, just because I can and because I know he would enjoy it. His tastes have changed so much recently. He loved crazy heavy bondage and now he gets off on my rope work.<br />
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Except for brief moments, he has been locked in his chastity belt for 24 four days. He came "by accident" while I was playing with his nipples last night. I could see that he was on the edge, for the third or fourth time. His eyes were full of tears from fighting against the uncontrollable need to cum. He begged me to stop but I told him to hold it if he knew what was good for him. Finally, his back arched and he screamed "I can't hold it!". He came while screaming. It looked like his entire body was cramping in a violent spasm. He pumped like I've never seen him cum before. He was screaming in agony. Even after the lost drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock, he screamed. His gut was still in the midst of spasm. He cried out "I think something is wrong, the pain is in the wrong place and it's getting more intense". His toes curled and I saw him trying to pull cramps from his legs by pointing and stretching his toes toward his head. He gradually relaxed and the cramping stopped.<br />
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We talked to our Urologist who said it was inflammation of the prostate caused by sexual stimulation and then no ejaculating. He told me to leave the chastity belt off for a while. If it happens again, come to see him. He also suggested that if we're having sex to let the boy ejaculate before locking the belt back on the boy.<br />
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So there you have it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-60388599229799747202015-07-08T17:47:00.000-07:002015-07-08T17:47:14.702-07:00It Feels Like a New ChapterChapter 2<br />
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This feels like a new chapter in our lives. Odd, it seems like such a short time since it began and still, it feels like it always was. I'm finding new music and new places that inspire me. I' enjoying the kitchen and the vast open spaces outside of it as I look out over the valley.<br />
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Master is every where that I am. We're talking and silent together with no place in particular to go. Every touch is sex. We spent a long morning of wakefulness in bed together this morning, leaving pools of spunk to dry in the sheets and rope trailing from the side of the bed.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-35435644096630527392015-07-07T21:23:00.001-07:002015-07-07T21:23:45.067-07:00A Change of PlansI made dinner this evening. I went into town and bought a big enameled cast iron pot, a bag of huge yellow onions, organic vegetable broth, Worcestershire sauce, fresh thyme, dry white wine, baguette and well aged gruyere cheese and made French Onion Soup. My no-longer secret ingredient is to use mushroom demi glaze to give the broth a more intense meaty flavor. I was happily surprised by the selection in the local market when I found mushroom demi glaze and a really nice gruyere.<br />
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We were originally planning to fly home today but as usual plans are meant to be flexible. Master and I woke up to a chorus of barking dogs early this morning. They made a huge clatter as they pawed at the door. Christian loaded his SUV with Tommy, Buddha, Sancho, Pancho, Red and the puppy and drove them across a thousand miles of mountains. He also brought a few changes of clothes and my shit kickers.<br />
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The dogs knocked me down and kissed me from head to toe then went skittering around the hardwood floors inspecting the house.<br />
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We're staying in the new digs while Butch and the guys supervise the move from the ranch. The new owners are already taking over the vineyards and orchards.<br />
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To answer the question about acclimating the animals to the new home. There is a barn made of logs and a stable. They both have heating units for emergencies but all of the animals originally came from cold climates. The Lama and Alpaca are native to the Andes. The Cows form the highlands of Scotland. The horses are from Iceland, Reindeer from Nordic Countries. The goats are fluffy and the geese will definitely know where to go in extreme cold and at night. The Great Pyrenees, with their great fluffy coats prefer the cold. One of the reasons we're rushing the move is to allow all of us, people and animals to adjust to the climate as it changes for the winter.<br />
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I think you might be noticing that we're not talking about sex or kink these days. Rest assured, we're still getting nasty but we have decided to cool that conversation a little, especially with all that has been going on in our lives. We'll have a big party when all the toys arrive and we'll visit Denver as often as we visited Sam Francisco. We're selling the San Francisco condo and buying a building in Denver. This building is a big unfinished conversion from an industrial building with enough room and privacy to have a playroom.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-17563013951320611862015-07-06T21:08:00.000-07:002015-07-06T21:08:34.882-07:00Traveling, Water and Mountains.As I said, I grew up on the shore of Lake Michigan. It is one of the Great Lakes. A quick walk down the embankment and a turn of the key brought me to the beach. The sand is like silk and the water is usually very cold. We had a pool outside of the kitchen door so that is where I usually swam. An eight foot high wall surrounded the property.<br />
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The sounds of the waves ranged from gentle lapping on the shore to raging waves that were deafening if the windows were open. I grew up drinking and bathing in the water from the lake so until I moved away, it made up a major portion of my body.<br />
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Our new house is on a mountain side. Nearly at the top. We face the southwest with eastern exposure. We overlook an isolated valley. I have always loved mountains. I love skiing, climbing and hiking. I went out running yesterday. It was definitely a challenge with the thinner air and the climb back up the road toward home.<br />
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The house is almost entirely log construction inside and out except for parts of bathrooms and a large part of the kitchen where the walls are painted and tiled in the food preparation area. The backsplash and counter tops are man made quartz that looks like slate with a honed surface. The cabinets are custom made shaker cabinets without pulls or knobs on them. They open by pressing on the doors and have a hidden ridge on the drawers. We are building a ceiling cabinet with the same materials to increase storage. It will look like a paneled wall. A large harvest table flanked by benches will bring the family together in the kitchen for most meals.<br />
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We hired a decorator in Denver to furnish the house. Except for three bedrooms, it is a blank slate. My only direction is to make sure that it has western influence and masculine without being overbearing. I love Pendleton tribal blankets so we're making sure that they are distributed throughout the house.<br />
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Art work comes from our collection and we're taking a couple of painting that my uncle did. The rest of what is left of his collection stays with the house.<br />
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As far as the animals. It is about an 18 hour drive. They are coming in groups by air conditioned trucks via experienced livestock movers. They will come straight through with stops for gas and food. They will be loaded in the morning and arrive during the daylight hours the next day.<br />
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Yes, I got to be the scapegoat the other day. Master gave me a good beating followed by a night of intense sex.<br />
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I had a migraine this morning to I crashed in the darkest of the furnished bedrooms. Master officiated while the decorators worked. He even made dinner for me and served me in the bedroom. It was awkward but I truly enjoyed his affection. He made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches and warmed cream of corn soup from a box. He also made a small salad of spring greens.<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-34858453634266412552015-07-04T16:54:00.002-07:002015-07-04T16:54:44.668-07:0021 Days of ChastityThe number of days of having this chastity belt locked on my body slowly grows. My trip through airport security was a minor ordeal. I no longer feel embarrassed by the inspections or rude commentary. It's usually the black women who make the crazy comments, usually involving getting a chastity belt for their boyfriends or husbands. For me, I have mixed feelings about it. It makes and keeps me horny, frustrates me and sometimes, using the toilet can be messy.<br />
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Master takes it off from time to time so I can clean and so that he can inspect me for any problems. The other day after my run, he removed it for a couple hours but I had my hands tied behind my back. Besides, he doesn't want me to touch myself. I wouldn't disobey him.<br />
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So, we got up early. We were dying for an espresso but of course, there is no machine or cups. (It shows how well this trip was planned.) We drove into town and found a diner then drove to Denver to shop at Crate and Barrel. We bought china, glassware, flatware and a cook set. As we were driving home, it occurred to us that we have all this stuff in California, being boxed for the move. We should have gotten paper plates and plastic cups and flatware to hold us for the few days that we'll be here. Oh well, Tony won't mind the extra gear. Master told me that he was going to take his belt to me when we get home for allowing us to be so foolish. (Any excuse!!!!!!!!!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-50509381440037371252015-07-03T20:14:00.000-07:002015-07-03T20:14:50.934-07:00Spinning in CirclesWe're in for the night. We stopped at a supermarket outside of Denver on our way to our new home then stopped at a restaurant. We bought groceries then realized we can't do anything with them because we have no pots, pans or dishes. So we're going out for breakfast tomorrow. <br />
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We snacked on gluten free sunflower seed bread, Brie and Fig or Lingenberry jam. We used our fingers to spread the brie and jam on the bread. It was quite messy. We also forgot to bring towels with us so we have to air dry after our showers. We'll be making a buying trip tomorrow. <br />
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Aside from practicality, everything is wonderful and beautiful.<br />
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I fell asleep on the plane thinking anxiously about seeing the house and moving. I was half hoping that something would happen that would cause our buyer to ask us to keep our house and return his money. But it's all a done deal. Even though it's too late to bother thinking about it, I regret leaving the vineyard and olive grove behind. More than that, I regret having build my studio and then not getting to use it before abandoning it. Oh well, we can build a new and better work space.<br />
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The aroma of cedar was intoxicating the moment we stepped into the house. The air is completely clean having been built entirely of natural materials. It was warm during the day but we'll be able to throw the windows and doors on the second and third floor wide open. We were warned to close the first floor at night to keep marauding wild animals from coming in for a visit.<br />
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Master has gone off to bed already. I think I'll go off to be with him. Luckily, the designer made a bed for us.<br />
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As a result, I didn't pay attention to where I was going or how I felt. I ran nearly thirty miles before I started feeling tired. I had my trusty water supply, cell phone and credit card with me to I stopped to rest, had something to drink and started running back, very slowly. Master came to the rescue thanks to GPS.<br />
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Food. To answer the question. "Why do you deny yourself food"". I don't deny myself food. I have no aversions to food and there is no apparent reason for not having an appetite. I eat well and the food that I eat is nutrient dense. It's just that I rarely have a sensation of hunger so I eat at regular times so that I know it's time to eat. Sometimes, I get so involved with something that I forget to eat but drink abundant amounts of water or tea and sometime coffee and wine. I'm fussy about tea, coffee and wine so water is my drink of choice. I watch alcohol consumption because my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and it messes with my blood sugar. I love gin and tonic without the gin.<br />
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I ate a 10 ounce filet of beef, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and French onion soup last night. For lunch today, I had a large turkey sandwich with avocado, field greens, heirloom tomatoes, uncured bacon and a bowl of vegetable soup. This was a very large and untypical amount of meat for me to eat and I watch the kind of carbs that I consume and avoid refined and artificial sweeteners so I rarely eat desert, except dark, dark chocolate.<br />
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Yes, the new house already has a small attached greenhouse with raised insulated planting beds. We'll be able to garden about 8 months of the year. Speaking of the new house, we are leaving early tomorrow to spend a few days in house.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-87856228778321499672015-07-01T17:42:00.000-07:002015-07-01T17:42:07.926-07:00Extreme Punishment!?My Dad never hit me but the punishment he inflicted was harsh. I spent many long hours sitting in a chair, facing him in his chair while he lectured me about my error and the effect that my behavior had on other people as well as on myself. He never made a disparaging remark about me but concentrated on making a poor decision. Then there were the long hours that I spent sitting in the chair, in silence, thinking about what I had done or how I hated my dad or trying to figure out how to pass the time. (I never hated my Da, he was my hero and I loved him and loved being with him.) Boredom and not being allowed to do anything until Da decided I was well punished was agonizing.<br />
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And so that's the approach Christian used except that he didn't lecture the slave. He sat quietly in the corner of the room working while the slave laid on the table anticipating a physical punishment. Christian allowed him to get up to defecate and piss before he came up to bed, leaving the slave to lay face down on the table, waiting. Christian took his breakfast down to the punishment room and ate it there. He did the same at lunch. Finally, when he was done eating, he told the slave that his punishment was complete and that he expected not to have this conversation again. The slave cleared the dishes and brought them up to the kitchen.<br />
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He cleaned himself up and went outside to work, having not eaten for twenty-four hours. Butch caught a glimpse and realized that the slave was sluggish and slow and that he was showing signs that he needed to eat to bring his energy up.<br />
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It is done and over with.<br />
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Yeah, the boy is borderline ADHD he is an adult who has gone through one crisis after another over his lifetime. We talk about it from time to time and he realizes the need to cut those residual negative feelings off and focus on the present and his dreams for the future. He's a bit out of sorts by moving but happy at the same time. We're moving to a new home in a place where there are no family ties or memories. He made a killing on the sale of this property and unloading the fears of living with earthquakes, water shortages and paying high taxes that support the migrants.<br />
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He won't need medication, he has me and his entire family working together with him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-12689488733751597752015-06-29T15:22:00.000-07:002015-06-29T15:22:27.102-07:00PunishmentI usually do not talk about this sort of thing.<br />
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The slave thoughtlessly began to talk about objectification and being treated more harshly as a slave. Christian stopped the conversation within moments. He looked at me and I shook my head in affirmation. Christian grabbed the slave by his collar and dragged him to the punishment room and ordered him to lay on the bench and remain there until his punishment was carried out. He's been waiting there for several hours.<br />
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The subject of objectification and harsher treatment is strictly forbidden because the last time he started that bull shit, it got out of hand and screwed things up around here for a while. Christian stopped him that time when he dragged him down to the punishment in the middle of the night and nearly skinned him alive then tortured him to tears and beyond. Christian warned him then. "You're stepping way out of line and you're hurting everyone, worst of all, your Master".<br />
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Christian took the responsibility of punishing the slave at that point simply to separate punishment from play.<br />
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Christian likes to torment the kid by making him anticipate what he will do, partially to plan what he will do to him. <br />
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Christian can be ruthless and frankly frightening for the boy, especially since slave and I got married. Christian stopped thinking of him as his employer so it removed the skirting's of taboo over punishing a boss.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1526281462187001651.post-35944795268426506162015-06-28T18:04:00.000-07:002015-06-28T18:04:13.002-07:00The Great Wave Off Kanagawa TattooThe Great Wave Tattoo was completed and it is healed. It's about ten inches in diameter. Like many people who get a tattoo, one is never enough. The artist talked me (and mostly Master) to allow him to continue his work. He is working from the center (the wave). The rest of the work will be entirely original work designed by him. It's a process and a dream that is coming true, thanks to Master's permission and encouragement (big switch in his attitude).<br />
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Our new home is on a mountainside that overlooks a valley. It snows in the winter and warms during the spring and summer. We own a large portion of the valley, the rest is part of a national forest. The house is a log structure with large windows facing the valley. There is no true swimming pool. That was hard to give up. <br />
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