I Wish I Could Do Something With My Cock!

I got a question from a reader: What does your Master do when you disobey him?

People have asked me this question before. I think they want to hear that I am disobedient and that I will be beaten or tortured. My answer is this, why would I disobey him when I consent to having him call the shots and know that I am privileged beyond imagination to be able to say that he consents to own me? Why, in a consensual relationship such as this, would a slave violate the person that they have chosen to submit to? It wouldn't make sense.

It's a matter of choice. To carry over the conversation from yesterday. I am essentially a Toaist/Buddhist. Not by religion, which neither was meant to be but philosophy. I heartily suggest that Dominant and Submissive people at least read some of the basics tenants of these related philosophies as well as Confucius. It all helps me carry on in my entire life but also guides my behavior as a slave. The first task is to control your ego.

I think male to male relationships fail most often because of conflicting egos.

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So I have this piercing in the head of my cock. I WANTED IT and I got it. It has been about two weeks and it is healing as expected. It causes pains and often itches to the point that it makes me very horny. It is not locked up and Master refuses to touch or allow me to touch it until it is completely healed. It is torture by denial.

Ray called to say that he has completed the alterations to all "my" chastity devices and wants to come for the weekend and drop them off. With locks going through the tip of my cock and the devices, I will definitely feel more stuck than ever.

Last night, Master made me sit between his legs while watching television. My arms were held and locked by his legs. He reached over my head to work my tits during commercials. Can you believe that I actually was not in the mood? He knew it which added to the thrill he got out of my moans. My cock hung limp between my legs and I wished more that anything to be able to ask him to leave my tits along. I tortured me for the length of the movie and all of the commercials.

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Today was a studio day. I had the entire day to myself with a break for lunch. I prepared an 8 foot by 6 foot canvass with Butch's help them primed and sanded it several times. I sat and starred at the blank white cloth wondering what it will look like as I work on it. I have nothing in particular in mind except to photograph  the animals.

Dinner was a salad with freshly roasted beets with roasted chicken breasts. Tony made bread with cheese, whole grains and setan for protein. We had roasted pineapple with cinnamon crème fraiche for desert. All in all, the day was quiet until Master strung me up in the dungeon and gagged me. He drew his belt out of hiss jeans and I got an erection. He beat my ass and back. I screamed "I'm going to cum". He told me to go ahead but don't expect me to stop just because I shot my wad. I came in short time. I shot straight out in front of myself, no hands. Master gave me a few more whacks then tenderly ran his hands over my body, kissing me from head to foot. He let me down. He held his folded belt in his hands and whacked me on the back with it as we walked into the house.

It was a good after dinner treat.

Resentment

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.

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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.