Slave in the Dark

Tony (slave),
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.

CHANGE

Change is good.

A note on my desk; "I am in the wine cellar cell".
He was standing at attention facing the corner.  He is able to enter the cell but cannot
get out if he closes the door from inside the cell.

His face was red from the choke collar. It was dangerous for him to continue wearing it
so I removed it. I replaced it with a heavy iron collar that is chained to a ring near the floor.
I left him in the dark.

My Property Is Where He Belongs

My slave went to the shower to wash the dirt an sweat down the drain. Tommy followed him around like his nose was stuck to back of the boys knees and actually climbed into the shower with him. The boy hadn't shave in weeks so his stubble was almost a beard. I asked him to keep it but I shaved his head.

A shaved head means two things to the boy. He is a slave and it is a sign of humility (a Buddhist attribute). I enforce his status by shaving his head myself. His beard remains in tenuous status. We'll see how that goes.

The slave came out to the family rather than going to bed to rest. He was carrying his Carrera chastity belt and handed it to me. He stood silently while I decided to leave him free or lock him up. His eyes pleaded. He needed it. I locked him up on the tightest setting. There was little holding it in place because of weight and muscle loss. He needed to muscle up again.

He laid on the floor so that his dogs could crowd around him. He placed his head on one of them then fell asleep until Tony woke him for dinner. He said he wasn't hungry but thanks. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and lifted him off the floor.

"You're Fucking Eating!"
I played with his food an ate a little until I slapped him on the side of his head, "You're Eating Everything on your Plate!" I was so fucking pissed at the moment.

We watched a movie together. I made him sit on the sofa next to me where he snuggle up against me. I've been denying myself this feeling for weeks.

Running My Ass

Butch and Daniel came home in time for dinner this evening. I'm taking a break before going out to tend to my heard of beasts.

Master got his trusty ass lock out for some serious play this afternoon. I know this thing is modeled after an historical torture device the was used to inflict injury that eventually led to death. A lot of what we do is a modified version of horrible reality.

So just because he saw a picture of a guy chained by an ass lock to a wall, Master thought it would be funny to do a version of that and lead me around the outside of the house by a chain attached to the ass lock.

It feels like having a giant turd in your ass that your too constipated to get rid off. Then, to have someone pull on it from the outside causing even more miserable pressure. I'm not sure I like it.

We had a visitor come to play last night. I had a migraine so I fell asleep on the floor while Master turned the guys world upside down. I didn't even realize that I was sleeping. I stole a pillow from the sofa and lay naked with a Great White Pyrenees on each side of me and Tommy at my head. He growled at our visit when Master brought him into the room. I pretended to be asleep while they talked. He asked Master a lot of personal questions about me. It was a probing question that made me blow my sleepy cover. One of those stupid questions, "do you or have you ever abused him?"

I sat up, disturbing the dogs, "NO FUCKING WAY"!
Thomas, my little yellow dog growled and showed a very nasty tooth full threat to the guy.
I asked Master to excuse me and went to our bedroom. The dogs followed. Tommy growled again.
What kind of asinine question was that after asking a guy to tie him and whip him?

High Kick to the Back of The Head

Master and Christopher were sparring up on the hill under the Oak trees today. I was hot to see the two nearly naked men go at each other. For big guys, Master is what you might call huge, they are swift and nimble. I watched them from a distance. I leaned against the fence with Alpaca nosing me for attention. I saw Christopher fly with a roundhouse movement and catch Master in the back of the head.

I'm sitting with Master trying to keep him awake in case he has a concussion. (Doctors orders) We watched a move about two guys in small town Texas trying to find love amidst their crumbling love lives. They hook up and the movie ends with the guys driving to work feeling good about their new loves. Strictly a vanilla feel good movie but we looked at each other at the very same time and told each other that we're lucky we don't have to deal with that anymore.

Butch and Dan are going to a rodeo someplace for the weekend. I'm going to be getting up before the sun and putting all the animals into shelter for the night. We have the four dogs who spend almost their entire lives outside but they're still puppies. We can depend on them to bark and threaten intruders but they are not mature enough to fight anything off. Anyway, I'll be outside being a rancher all weekend. I'm looking forward to it.

Master has time to play around the ranch more since we got home. He's not playing absentee CEO anymore since the sale of his family's business. His brother took on a leadership role but Master took the money and ran off to America. He's watching what the money watchers do on our estate so he keeps busy part of the time.

Together Again.

Master is with me in the Chateau. I was freed from the Dungeons shortly after he arrived. His touch feels so sweet after being parted at the Munich Airport nine days ago.

The driver from the airport did not cover my head for this trip to the Chateau. I've apparently graduated from being thought of as low life pledge slave meat. The brutal treatment that I had received in the past did not occur although I was restrained once I stepped inside the Chateau and escorted to the dungeons.

They watched me as I stripped. They restrained me in a chair while shaving the hair that I had grown since the beginning of our trip. The guards moved me to a ceramic bathing table and removed my body hair and scanned my ribs to check the signal from the tracking chip that they embedded there. It was a ritual that I have felt several times before so I felt comfortable with the process, including a very hot shower and scrubbing. 

They moved me to my cell. It was a gray stone room with a stainless prison style sink and toilet combination. The bed was a mattress that lay on the bare floor and a tattered woolen blanket. There is a ring embedded in the wall should they decide to chain me. The guards ordered me to lay on the mattress. My hands were restrained behind me and they had blindfolded me. One of the guards pulled me up at the waist. He squirted lubricant in my ass then pressed his hard cock inside of me. I objected, "I am sure that Master did not give permission for you to fuck me". The guard slapped me across the face on ordered me to stop my insolence. The guard continued to fuck me. Then I started to smell the guard and feel the shape of his cock and body as he held me from behind. "Christian?", I yelled. He started to laugh, "yes boy, it's Christian".

I asked, "what are you doing here".
"The same as you, I'm here for annual training."

"I am so happy to feel someone from home. Sir, how I miss home".
Christian is my "body guard", security guard, friend, part of my family and companion. He also acts for Master when he is not with me.

Most of my time in the Chateau is spent locked in solitary confinement with music playing softly in the background. I think but I am not sure that there are subliminal messaged in the background. What ever, Master is aware of it. My only break is to be taken out to be "trained" every day. Christian is usually present but not always active.  Days can be long, boring and monotonous. There are moments when I feel like I will go mad and then I go to sleep, waking up feeling the same monotony.

This is not a slave's life that I would want to live.

I met a slave who was training the first time that I was trained. We were locked hand, foot and neck to a wall in a long hall. He is an American who is owned by a Saudi. He had his teeth removed at the Chateau at his Master's request. He was quite happy when we talked again. He was wearing dentures that changed his facial structure. He smiled when ever he spoke of his Master so the trepidation that I felt about his situation as changed to gladness for him and respect instead of loathing of his Master who once sounded absurdly cruel.

Master came early. That meant that he either consummated the sale of the family business early or that the deal fell through. We haven't talked about that yet. The first and only thing that he was interested in was shoving his cock in my throat and ass while rolling me in his arms. He told me that he is going to renew his brand on my ass tomorrow then take me home.

An Evening in Front of the TV - Confusious

Master and I were watching TV. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa along side Master's legs. The Dogs surrounded me. Our little yellow dog came charging into the room from the hallway with his tennis ball and threw it at me. Time to play! Master asked me to be quiet so he could hear the dialogue in the movie. It was in Chinese with English subtitles. I was talkative, maybe a little too talkative. I commented on the Chinese landscape and said I would like to see it someday.

Master grunted, hit the pause button a left the room. He came back with a new leather stuff gag and a pair of handcuffs.

He cuffed my hands behind my back and stuffed the gag in my mouth. The gag forced my mouth open wide and filled my entire mouth, touching the back of my throat. It is big sucker, possibly the largest gag I've ever seen. My cock pushed at the walls of the tube of my chastity belt in response to being gagged and unable to do anything about it.  Master dug his thumb and forefinger into my neck, blocking my carotid arteries and said, "may this keep you quiet". I felt light headed. He let go of his grip and slid back into the sofa and hit the play button.

Quiet day around the ranch today.

Sex as usual. I love it when Master makes a noose of his belt to use as a rein while he fucks me.

Pete made individual German Pancakes topped with fresh Blueberries for breakfast. Master and I went out with the horses today. We led them all on a wild charge across the fields. Sancho and Panza led the horses and then tired out and brought up the rear.

We beat the rain so all we had to do was curry the horses and the dogs before going into the house to spend the afternoon in a newly decorated room. It was a room that sat empty, from the time that my great uncle lived in the house. I think he may still roam the property and I don't blame him. I hope that he approves of what we do with the house.

I saw a page in a Pottery Barn Catalogue that gave me the inspiration. I had the room painted gray. It's not an ordinary gray in that it seems to glow in dim light.  I put a square over dyed silk carpet in the middle of the floor and set a round glass topped steel table in the middle. I put a leather drunkards chair in each corner of the carpet and hung a huge aged mixed species antler light fixture in the middle of the room. I found the antlers piled in one of the outbuilding and took them to an artisan in town to build the fixture.  The room is unadorned except for a huge wood burning fire place, although I found a photograph on Tumblr that I'd like to reproduce in large painting to hang opposite of the fireplace.

 (Source: ugottobegentlewithme

 

Does anyone know who the artist is?
I'd like to contact him.

 

So now I've had my Martha Stewart moment...

 

 

Anyway, that room is where we spent our afternoon reading, talking and sipping red wine.

 

 



An afternoon on the Saddle

It was a cloudy and rainy afternoon. There are no complaints coming from here. We haven't had enough precipitation this winter. I had to get out of the house so I put on some rain gear and went riding. I towel dried my horse and then brushed him down. He has a ticklish spot at the base of his mane. It was funny to see him stop his left read hoof when I brushed it. He seemed to enjoy it.

Master went out early this morning. He hasn't returned yet so I've spent most of my day in the studio painting on canvas.

I decided after watching The Arrow on Netflix that I want to concentrate more on self defense and martial arts. I think that part of why I am submissive is that I don't have a sense of confidence in my physical prowess. It might come from being "taken care of" all my life. I want to feel a little of what I see in this Netflix series, like being muscular instead of skinny and have the ability to do pull-ups while jumping the pull-up bar to the next higher level. It seems dangerous and sexy to me.

Christian had some of the qualities hat I admire. He's quiet, confident and he can tear up just about any one who crosses him or threatens his client.

I like the idea of Archery as a Martial Art. I practice Akido but haven't connected it to self defense as I should. The whole practice is based on care for the attacker.

I took Archery to fill a P.E. requirement in college. It was taught by a Japanese man. I really enjoyed the class which is why I find The Arrow so interesting aside from the obvious hunks in it.

It is really early but I think I'm going to have a glass of red wine, soak in the hot tub and go to bed.

Spanking

So in follow-up to being fucked both ways this morning, Master came outside to fetch me. He was dressed in an old army green colored T-shirt, ripped fatigues, elbow length leather gauntlets and his scuffed Grinders carrying a black wooden paddle. The mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes gave way to the fact that I was in for hell. He opened my jacket and pulled up my T-shirt to gain access to my nipples. He clipped a pair of red plastic coated metal spring clamps with off-set jaws on them.

Master led me along by using the tit clamps chain for a leash. He took me to the playroom and tied me over a leather covered pummel with my arms and legs secured to its legs.  He strapped a ball gag in my waiting mouth and pulled my jeans below my knees. He played with my hole and caged cock then began to warm my ass with his hand. The sting from his hand can be more painful that a paddle. Having him spank me with his hands reminds me of my Grandfather and Max. I start to think I smell the cigar smoke in Grandfather’s clothes when he held me close to him while he administered the pre-spanking lecture. It’s weird to look back on it as an erotic activity, especially the cupped slap on the top of my thigh.

Master worked my butt over for a long time. He never hit me hard but the continued light slaps built a level of stimulation that was horribly painful. He continued well after I began to moan and tears that I couldn’t hold back were filling my eyes and then dropping onto the floor. It was just an ass beating for no particular reason other than to get his jollies from giving me pain.

I could see his erect cock through his tattered fatigues. It made me feel that I was being what had drawn me to him in the first place. I was his object to do with as he pleases.

Master ended the ass beating with a crescendo of rapid smacks the made me struggle to get free. Master laughed maliciously. He pumped me full of gobbing lubricant then sunk his cock into me for a long and well-earned fuck, adding his giz to the filth and lube that ran down the inside of my legs. 

I watched a TV series while on the plane called The Arrow. The star of the show went from an out of shape dude to a well-muscled stud during the series. The actor had to have been actually building his body for the show while in the process of taping it. What a fuckin’ dream boat!

One episode was about an insanely evil drug czar. He injected his enemies with a drug that mixed from two syringes. The drug made the victim think they were feeling over powering pain through-out his entire body. The victims went mad and killed themselves to escape the sense of pain.

Hmmm, to a much lesser extent, it sounds interesting?

 

Tripping

I'm up a bit early this morning. I barely slept last night. The feeling that I have is that it is Monday. My sense of time is so fucking screwed up. If someone were to ask me what day it is as a measure of my sanity, I would certainly fail.

I saw a video early today on x-tube of a guy who was having a Lori Chastity Cage permanently attached by gluing the locks and filling the key holes with Locktite Red epoxy glue. I looked the glue up on line. The only way to get it to release is to heat with a blow torch and the use a long handled wrench to loosen the bolt.  The way I see it, the guy is screwed unless he want to cut the chastity cage to pieces to get it off.

I wish I had the link to the video some where so I could post.

Master teases me about getting me a reverse P.A. at the base of my cock and a transverse scrotal piercing to do this to me:

 

 

I think it looks hot but it is entire disabling. My experience with my P.A. is the piercings never close again unless you have a surgeon close it. I've expressed that I don't want it done but I have a feeling that Master could "talk" me into it.

 

We're leaving for home today. I'm excited about getting back to work and caring for my fury family. I miss them all.



Leaving for London Tomorrow.

We're leaving for London tomorrow morning.  There will likely be days without posts during the coming week.

 

I want to eat you up Master!

 

Just some random pictures from my internet piracy.

I like the picture of the Army guys because even if they are not gay,

they share a close physical bond that many men refuse to interpret as intimacy.

 

 

All tied up

I've been all tied up for the past bunch of hours. Other than that, normal rarely exists. Master is sweating over something back home so he's leaving for London on Monday. I might make the trip with him.

I'm trying to get as much studio time in as possible but it always get put on the back burner with Dan and Butch off on a short vacation. The "might" in making the trip to London depends on the guys coming back on time.

 Metalbondnyc.com

 Tumblr

 

 

Home Coming

The attack geese greeted us at the drive. I brief moment of my attention satisfied them and caused the dogs to some running. Tommy got to me first, his tale stood straight in the air while wagging. I gave him a pet on the head, a kiss on his snot and he reciprocated with a lick on my face and then he let the others edge in. Sancho and Panza are getting big enough to knock me on the ground when they are excited and that is exactly what they did. Tommy joined in with a growl and more tongue action on my face.

The rest of the animals were in their stalls. I disturbed the peace in the barn when I walked in. It's like having children. They expected my attention and I gladly gave it to them along with apples. They all bring tremendous joy to my life.


We went to our room to clean up and get comfortable then had a late supper with the guys.


We spent today catching up with the work the built up while we were gone. I had a few hundred emails to go through. One of them was a request for a commissioned work in a guy's New York home. I quickly and excitedly let him know that I do not do commissioned work and never will. I never want to work for money when doing art.

Jabber, Jabber, Crash and Burn

Master locked Steven an me in the dungeon behind the wine cellar. It is constantly sixty degrees and well hidden behind oak walls. The other walls are sealed rock so the rooms are arid. My great uncle played there with his lover and friends. Now it contains a low table that is used for punishment and two cage-like cells with chains sunken into the rocks.

Master chained us in pre-nineteenth century irons and locked us in separate cages. Master gave us permission to talk quietly for a short time then go to sleep. He closed the door, leaving us in sound proofed isolation. I’ve slept in this dungeon often, sometimes for days at a time, so I almost relish the quiet that it enforces upon me.

Steven had many questions that I began to answer before I grew tired of him. “Listen Steven, I’m going to give you an outline of life around here and the chain of command. I own everything here. Master and I are partners in a Master and slave relationship. He runs my ass, runs the business as well as his family business interests. Christian, the guy you met on your way in is our security man and my body guard. Butch, the blonde guy outside is the caretaker; he makes sure everything physical about the place is taken care of. Daniel, the tall thin guy takes care of the animals. He answers to Butch. They are Daddy and boy. Pete is the Chef and trainer. He is gay and has a boyfriend who visits on some weekends. That leaves me. I have my hands in everything. I work in the office with Master and I work outside with Butch and Daniel. I also wake up before everyone and tend to the animals then get ready to serve Master when he wakes up. I work in my studio as much as possible. Even though I own everything, I am low man on the totem pole much of the time. I answer to Butch for things outside, Christian, Pete and above all Master. If you stick close to me and Daniel, you will know what you are expected to do and how to behave. Do not invoke punishment thinking it is role play. You will not enjoy it and you do not want to give Master reason to think you are disrespectful. He’ll throw out. Respond to everyone with deep respect. Think of all others before yourself and you will be golden around here. Master confers with me about people who come to live here. Address everyone as “Sir” unless Master tells you otherwise. All of your questions will be answered by your experiences.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, covering myself with an old wool army blanket. I arranged myself and the chains and then fell to sleep.

I had a restless night after an initial snooze. I sat at the back of the cage imagining images in the jet black room. It was probably nerve signals searching for stimulation. I wasn’t wearing my chastity belt so I could play with my cock and balls. I didn’t want to cum; I wanted to feel myself grow in response to gentle stimulus. The skin was soft as I slid it over my partially erect shaft. I focused my attention on my scrotum and testis. The skin felt like elastic tissue paper. It was relaxed and extended in length instead of tight and wrinkled against my crotch. My nipples were dense and erect, standing proudly away from my cold chest. I fell asleep again, only to wake again. My mind would not stop. I tried to meditate through my chakra. It worked and then my thoughts danced off in another direction. The usual peace that I seek in the dark was out of grasp.

Master came to release us. We walk outside in the cold because the wine cellar is a cave in a hillside outside of the house. The sunlight burned my eyes and my vision was distorted by an aura that signaled that I was going to have a migraine. I get them occasionally when I have several consecutive sleepless nights. Master saw what I was feeling in one glance. He gave me medicine and took a warm shower with me then sent me to bed.

Steven was turned over to Christian for the day. I’m sure that he was feeling things that rocked his world.

Power of Symbols

 

Simple suggestions like an iron manacle around a wrist can seem a greater sexual turn-on than pictures of complicated Bondage, “torture”, fucking and sucking. They are symbolic of a thousand possibilities. This picture conjures long term bondage for me. It brings back memories of the thirty days in Master’s dark attic dungeon before I earned the right to call him Master. I had no access to time or light except a tiny red spot in a far corner. Scraps of food were brought to me sporadically. Punishment for nothing that I did was harsh. Screaming or moaning invited greater agony and longer hours of absolute boredom. He said he would throw me out when he grew tired of me. He said I had no choice in the matter once we began. I was testing him, as I was testing my own resolve to learn how far my fantasies would take me.

Thirty days with an abrupt end. He apologized for throwing me out before he intended then disappeared, completely.

 Picture from Tumblr

 

More symbolic than real bondage?

 

 

 

Art Days

I worked in my studio yesterday and today. I'm just a naked steel collared slave wielding paint at my canvas. Master does not make demands of me when I am working except to stop long enough to sit with the family for meals.

I don't often spend two days in a row painting. I'm letting the play lists in my IPod play, which changes my cadence from time to time. Master comes in to talk and watch me work. Sancho and Panza lie on the edge of the carpet most of the time that I work. Sancho has some bright green pain on his tail.

I started another project today and I'm thinking of building a gallery/studio where our land touches the road at the bottom of our mountain too. I want to run that past Master, banker and town planner over the next week so I've been thinking of ways that it could make a positive impact on the town's people.

I writing this early today so I can wind down and serve Master with a proper mind set.

 

This is not my work. I found it on tumbr and like it.
It reminds me of a movie that we watched on Hulu last week
called "The Man from Earth". It's essentially a commentary on
human development and how we USE religion.
I recommend that you watch it.

 

http://www.hulu.com/search?q=The+Man+From+Earth

 

 

 

From Tumblr

 

Great Bondage!

Simple, Effective and Painful.
I like to think the guy wears a collar and
has clamps on his man tits.

 

 

Tumblr picture

 

 

I've never been staked out on the ground.
I get my brand renewed in June. I'd love to be
staked outside before and after instead of just laying on a table.

 

 

Don't you be very long

 

 

Do you ever wish someone would leave you like this?

 

 

 

I found this on tumblr, I think. In real life, this sort of thing happens to me a lot. My relationship with Master started this way. A month of being an object.  Before we started he said that he would keep me for as long as he felt like using me. He said he'd throw me out on the street when he got tired of me. He said it might be and hour or it might be the rest of my fucking life.  He left me for days when I was completely isolated and bound. (I didn't know he was watching me on a camera that he had access to on all of his electronic devices.)

 

He threw me out one day without an explanation. He simply vanished, sold his New York house, terminated his phone service, sold his cars and cycle and left no word. It was like he never existed. I did the same and moved to the ranch that my Great Uncle Clarence left me. Months later he called and said he was in the city and wanted to take me out for dinner.

 

"Sorry Dude, not unless you're in Northern California."

 

He came driving up the road the next afternoon.

 

 

 

The following is just a fun fantasy from
one of my favorite people on the web.

 

 

 



The Box and Rubber from Europe

The box was delivered by the cabinet maker this morning and Fed-Ex delivered the rubber that we bought in Europe.  I'm getting excited about the prospect of being shut away in it while at the same time feeling dread about how long Master will decide to keep me in it.  The box it quite nicely made of oak that goes with the architecture throughout the house. The lock is a single puzzle lock that looks like it was crafted in Japan during the Edo Period.  The wood is waxed and polished.  There is no external suggestion of what the box is used for.  It could be a pedestal for a large sculpture. The box stands under the middle gallery sky light.

Master had me strapped into the iron frame in front of the desk in his office for most of the day. I was gagged with a ball gag head harness. Master snapped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on my tits and left them there most of the day.  He removed them occasionally to change directions or roll my tits between his fingers.

 

Not me but this is a picture of the chastity belt that I normally wear.

 

A gratuitous picture of a naked artist.  I like to work in my studio in the nude.
but if this were me you would see my collar all of the time.

 

Pictures were found on Tumblr

The Debate

I have a few things on my plate this weekend. One is a creative decision that exposes a little more of my personal life than I feel comfortable with. I'm thinking my time may be better spent working on a site exposing my art rather than my sex life. I might keep this blog and places pictures from my collection of porn with less narrative.

It's a debate that I have with myself from time to time.

 

I have fantasized about being bound and gagged while having a huge snake wrap itself around my body. It would tighten itself around me with every exhalation.  I could hardly control myself when I saw this picture.