Bondage Heaven

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.

Second Trip in the Box

We're a day or two behind on our game schedule but life can't be all play and no work.

I spent 18 hours in The Bondage Box after Master tenderized my ass and upper legs with a flogger.
It made for an interesting feeling when the leather started to dampen with my salty sweat. I was restrained in the box wearing just my birthday suit and a gas mask. A catheter drained away piss.

Large body movement was impossible but I could wiggle my finger and toes.

I think I slept through most of the 18 hours because it seemed to pass quickly and I feel energetic today.

I'm going to be work out od doors today with Butch, Daniel and a Vigneron who is checking the ranch for places to best grow grapes. I'm not totally convinced that I want to do it. At one point, I thought there are too many wineries but I'm reading that the demand is constantly rising. We have an existing cave in which to store wine. We'll see.

The following are pictures that I found on tumbler except the 3rd picture that is from Metalbondnyc.com

 This is actually an art installation in a gallery.

 

 

 

Ten Penny Nails and Darby Handcuffs

The day started as usual. I woke very early because It was one of those nights when I couldn't wait until morning. I meditated for a while after doing yoga then sat in the living room to read. I went out to take care of the animals and went for a sunrise ride on the stallion. I rode bareback, that seemed ironic consider that I was ridden bareback later that morning.

I cleaned up then crawled back under Master's arms for a few more hours of sleep. He grumbled something about me being cold and then fell back to sleep. 

We played in the barn early in the afternoon. It was simple but eventually painful. Master locked a pair of Darby cuffs on my wrists then nailed the to a wood post with a ten penny nail so that I was forced to stand on the balls of me feet. Before leaving me, Master opened the door to the corral where the Alpaca spend their day. They wandered in and out of the barn. Sometimes they licked me or nibbled at me.  They do this weird nibble that sort of pinches without breaking the skin. I think that groom each other by doing that.  I was covered with Alpaca and Lama saliva in no time. Weird!

Master came out to play with me. He gagged me with a ball gag and snapped tiny black plastic clothespins over my body. The clothes pins are not much wider than an eight inch and they have tiny sharp points that feel like needles poking the skin without actually breaking through the skin. They cause the skin to protest with almost unbearable pain.

Master kneeled in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. He stimulated me until I nearly cum then started to backhand and slap the clips of my body, while laughing at my screams. He placed the clips around the edge of my corona and nibbled at my tits. My cock grew, causing the clips to dig deeper into my cock. He slapped the clips off my cock while I fought back tears. He kneeled in front of me again to take my cock in his mouth. He sucked until I came, then stood up and spit the cum into my face.

Master pulled the nail out of the post and walked me into the house.

One of my Mares is pregnant, as I expected.

Daniel emerged from The Box after nearly two days of isolation. He was as high as a kite and exhausted. His smile started from deep within his psyche. It was the longest bondage that he's experienced since escaping his ass of a Master in S.F. It was good to see him comfortable with bondage again.

Musing

I saw a young man, perhaps in his early twenty, who was sitting in a chair outside of Barns and Noble. I was intrigued and amused by him. He was tall and thin; he wore brown chukka boots, jeans, striped shirt and tie with a corduroy sports coat. He wore Rayban sunglasses and smoked an expensive looking pipe, it sort of a blond color. His hair was swept back into a pompadour with the sides shaved. It seemed as if he was posing for GQ Magazine. He took delight in the fact that I took time to notice him. What is the word, Metrosexual? I couldn’t help but wonder if he was cruising.

 

He looked sort of like this guy – Tumblr Essence of Man

Daniel spent two days strapped in The Box. Butch, his “Daddy”, nervously did the bondage. Daniel came to me some months ago when his Master battered him. I took him in to take care of him when he got out of the hospital. I gave him a job working with Butch. He eventually moved into the Caretakers Cabin and they’ve been together since. Butch has been taking Daniel into BDSM in baby steps while he builds up his trust again.

Daniel was naked when he went into the box. Butch opens the lid every few hours to check on him. He’s a lucky boy to find such a person to take care of him. Butch is perpetually happy and smiling where Dan’s previous abusive master was sullen, cynical and abusive to everyone. What a change.

I know it’s ridiculous but I feel jealous and possessive about someone else being locked in “my” box.

I know this is just a matter of preference but I get turned off when I see pictures of guys with cigarettes and massively large cigars sticking out in front of the faces like proboscis. I also get turned off by guys flipping a bird at the camera. Is it supposed to be hot looking? So why do I think it’s kind of hot when guys smoke decent size cigars and pipes? It seems sort of hypocritical to me.

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I’ve actually sold my first piece of art yesterday. It’s going into a friend’s houseboat in Lake Washington in Seattle. I don’t even have a picture of it and I had no idea of what to ask for it. I blurted out a price in fun before I realized that he was serious about buying it and he paid it. I just finished it the night before he came to visit.

 

 

 Tumblr pictures

 

I like the feeling of being handcuffed.

It's a simple way of stripping a man of his power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bindings inside The Box

Slave asked me to describe the bindings inside The Box.

Answer to your first question: No, Master did not choose to use a straight jacket although we own six of them between the two of us, including a step in heavy rubber model with an attached hood. My favorite is my black leather jacket with the red lining and quilting. It's clingy when it gets sweaty.
I never bother to guess what Master intends. I'm usually wrong.

The restraints inside The Box are comprised of a muzzle that can be attached to the wall of The Box, a two inch wide collar, two inch strap across the upper chest just under the arms, a strap just under the pectorals and one at the waist. The arms are strapped to the sides of The Box; at the upper arm, just below the elbow and at the wrist. The legs restraints are on the thigh, jest below the knee and at the ankles. There is also a metal ring in the bottom or the box, dead center, in case the bottom is naked and cbt is intended. Most of the straps are two inches wide and all of the straps have locking buckles. I'm a big fan of locks even though they are not really needed.

I found this posting on tumblr and wanted to comment on it. If you are interested in REAL POWER EXCHANGE RELATIONSHIPS  type realpowerexchange in you tumblr search bar.

 

Top two images and text are from:  http://straghtjacket.tumblr.com/post/72008948008/realpowerexchange-one-seldom-sees-chastity

 

One seldom sees chastity belts today. It’s design, while visually hot, is cumbersome and impractical for long-term use. Those into “controlling the seed” know cages and tubes are comfortable, very secure and far more practical. But those of us with a sadistic streak know first-hand how effective the belt design is in not only controlling but in wearing down a potential slave.

Many years ago, a young submissive and I were auditioning each other for a potential Master-slave relationship. (While the concept doesn’t work well in porn stories, it works brilliantly in real life and most lasting Master-slave relationships begin this way.)  It was southern California, midsummer and hot. My young buck had been locked into a device similar to those shown above for several days and its restrictive, claustrophobic nature was clearly taking its toll on him. His tugging, fidgeting, whining and complaining escalated. One afternoon while driving, he got the best of me. I pulled into secluded corner of the Fry’s Electronics parking lot in the San Fernando Valley. He pulled down his jeans, I produced the key and the belt was removed. One might say the belt proved to be stronger than both of us and it won! But it’s not a win/lose type of thing; the belt simply provided a fairly accurate reading as to how well my potential slave could deal with consistent confinement.

In my book, the real beauty of a chastity belt has nothing to do with prevent ing an orgasm and everything to do with producing the consistent restrictive, confining, controlled environment required to determine how a prospective slave can deal with the stress. The young buck did not become my slave but I’ve no doubt he eventually found the right Master for him and I’m pretty sure that Master is one hard-ass son-of-a-bitch.
(via heknowshisplace)

Comment: The chastity belt is cumbersome and often uncomfortable but it is practical for long term use except when a slave has a bowel issue. I carry a small packet of wet tissues with to aid in clean up. It's hard to take crap when you wear it full time.

 

I loved the idea of being locked up so I have tried a number of belts, tubes, etc.  I usually wear the belt in the third image. It is the newest. I wear it 24/7 unless I travel or I develop a problem like a rash or other hotspot. I wear it when I run with a jock and tight spandex over to keep from chaffing.

 

The top in the post did the right thing when he removed because it does take time to "acclimatize" the body to wear them. Tubes take less time.

 

I would never fuss over discomfort unless I felt there was something happening that shouldn't happen, in that case I would be honest rather than fussing. The belt that I wear is there because my Master wants it there or I'd just wear them for play. He is "one hard-ass son-of-a-bitch" but he also concerns himself with my wellbeing. It seems to me that more spontaneous I am in showing my adulation to him, the more he takes me to places that I could never imagine on my own.

 

If you want to be a slave, you have to practice being one just as you would practice a religion. And concern yourself with making other people happy rather than yourself. Your own happiness will follow naturally. Being a "do-it-to-me" guy is making the Dom the slave.

New years in the Box

This may be poorly written but I hope you enjoy it any way.

The Box

New Year’s Eve felt like a day that was all about me. I woke up earlier than all the other guys on the ranch and finished the morning chores well before anyone began to stir.  The chores never feel like a chore for me. I love slipping into my dirty Wellies and shoveling out the barns.  I like the smell of the animals and I like the way they mill around impatiently waiting to be let outside. They give me slobbering kisses when I fill their feed troughs.

I went into cleanup and prepare myself for Master who was still in bed snoring. I slipped in bed beside him and he wrapped his arms and legs around then falls silent again. I fell asleep myself to be wakened by his demand for service and to be his cum receptacle as he sometimes calls me. We showered together so that I could scrub and massage his back and legs then dressed to meet the others for breakfast. Master told me to eat very lightly.

I lay on a massage table, my extremities bound to the corners. Master used a straight blade to remove the little body hair that I’ve grown and then skinned my scalp smooth as a baby’s behind. He keeps me bare most of the time. The first time that he took is blade to me was terrifying. I was sure that he would cut me. That was just another experience that taught me not to anticipate what Master can and will do.
He shaved every hair from my body without a nick or cut. Needless to say, I no longer fear his razor.

I remained nude throughout the day. I had Kefir with extra protein for lunch and dinner while the guys ate salads at steaks.

It was 10: pm when Master called me into the bedroom playroom.  He spread lubricant all over my body then helped me get into a rubber cat suit with a zippered crotch. He pulled my cock through the zipper.
After lubing rubber the cat suit, he started to help me get into a second covering, which was entered from the shoulder. I was shaking with fear and excitement. Once in the suit with the shoulders zipped, I lay on the table again while Master inserted a catheter.  The suit has integrated feet, gloves and hood. The hood has mouth and nose tubes. Once properly locked in two layers of rubber, Master lead me to the Gallery. 

Master guided me into the box so that my back touched the back of the box. Master knelt in front of me and began fastening the straps around my body. I was so excited and frightened that I can’t begin to describe the process of being bound in the box; I only know that I could not move anything except my fingers and toes. I don’t recall everything that had happened up to that point. It was weird to be in such a mental state. I’m sure my entire body was flooded with endorphins that confused my senses. Before closing the box, Master connected tubes to the catheter, nose and mouth. Once the box was closed, I felt a rush of warm air being pumped rhythmically through my nose into my lungs. I imagined in was a respirator. Eventually, cool drops of water entered my mouth through the mouth tube. 

Master had locked me into my box. A fantasy generated by a story that I read on www.metalbondnyc.com was coming true for me.

I eventually started to calm down to the point that I could feel and sense what I had gotten myself into.
The sounds that filled my head were my heart beating and the breathing machine that sent a constant stream of air into my nose and then the return of air into the box as I expelled the air. The cushioning in the box was soft and enveloping but at the same time, supportive. It was true; I was bound so that I was immobile but comfortable. Nothing was overly tight and nothing pinched. I wasn’t gagged. I could move the tube in my mouth with my tongue and I could suck on it to get more water if I wanted it. I felt no need to relieve myself; the catheter had prevented the need for that. I could feel nothing in my groin except a sense that I might occasionally have an erection that deflated itself, depending on what I was thinking.

Boredom set in, the thrill of bondage in the box turned into a feeling of “been there, done that, now let’s move on to something new”.  I had no choice so there was no use in even thinking about it. I was in my box for as Master wanted me there. I felt good about that. I am lucky to have such a person take control of my life and do things that other boys like me will never experience.

I sometimes thought of things that I’ve experienced and sometimes thought of new things that I’d like to try. I thought of ways to my current situation more intense. I remembered the guy in the story on Metalbond and how he was slowly fucked via a metal butt plug and electro magnet. I suddenly felt that I was missing that experience and wanted to somehow communicate that to Master. But, I wouldn’t even if I could.

I slept and woke, slept and woke. Listened to my heart beat and my forced breathe. I fantasized and criticized my behavior and thought of ways I could better serve Master. I smiled a lot because of my sense of contentment with my life. I even cried when my emotions became too much to bare.  Much happens in isolation, not to mention that it opens the mind up to let feelings and thoughts flow without judgment.

The box opened. The rush of room temperature air chilled me. I didn’t really want to get out at that moment. I asked “longer?” Master said “NO! You’ve been in there long enough for the first try”. He removed the mask and unzipped the hood then stood above while I was still restrained. He opened his old leather jeans and shoved his hard cock down my throat and almost immediately discharged himself. Master immediately released me from the straps and helped me to my feet. Out of curiosity, I looked at the clock that hung near the door. It said 4:10. I felt disappointed at being in the box for only six hours.
Master corrected me; he said it had been nearly 30 hours. As I said earlier, all of my senses deceived me during my imprisonment. I laughed at myself but still felt like I would be more than glad to spend more time in the box. I can only hope that I am this eager next time, especially if it is a longer session. Sometimes we use the thrill after the first time.

Assault and Battery & THE BOX

This guy came up our mountain today who was dressed in a chef jacket. It's the second time this has happened, as far as I knew. He wanted to buy one of my Alpaca to slaughter for his restaurant. I told him to get off the property but he said, "name your price, I'll make worth your while". I slugged the fucker with my right and knocked him on the ground. The killer geese were already raising hell.  Once he hit the ground they started biting him.  The dogs came barking, Christian came racing out the door with Master in hot pursuit. Christian pulled out his cell phone and called the sheriff.  The fucker wants to have me charged for assault and battery and for harboring vicious animals. I told the sheriff deputy that I wanted to charge the chef for trespassing and threatening to kill my Alpaca.

I haven't slugged a person since 7th grade when I finally had enough of Ronnie and Donnie for picking on me all of the time. I was extremely skinny and small for my age so I was an easy target.
I finally picked up a chuck of ice from the edge of the school yard and hit one of them in the face with it and jumped on top of the other and beat him in his face.

There was a big investigation about it because I really messed the guys up. Their mother wanted me kicked out of school for being violent and beating her boys up on the playground.  A bunch of ninth grade girls ended the investigation when they told the principal and police that those boys picked on me constantly and it was about time that I fought back. One of the girls was a "bad girl" who smoked and dated a high school drop out who worked in a donut factory.

Butch came from town while the sheriff deputies were "interviewing" us and looked at the Chef, he said "I know you, you've been up here twice before". He turned to me and asked, "was he trying to get you to slaughter one of your animals again?". With that, a deputy cuffed the guy and took him into custody. Christian and Master stood at my side while the sheriff deputy asked me questions. They usually take over when they think I'm stressed. They smiled while I took control of the situation and then applauded me afterward.

The guy has bite marks from the geese all over his lower arms, hands, ears and face. I don't know if all geese have teeth in their bill but my African Greys have crenulations that leave what looks like tooth marks. Funny.

I got to try The Box for fit for a few minutes today.  All the sides are heavily padded inside. The foam is beveled so they fit seamlessly. The foam is upholstered with garment leather. The bottom and three sides are rigid so I crawled in from the front and sat against the back wall. Master had a sheet explaining the best ways to strap me into the box so that I am cramped and immobile. I would have gotten a woody but the pain caused by the chastity belt ended that quickly.  He closed the front panel then locked it to the adjacent sides with cam locks before he dropped the top over head. I heard him fiddle with the lock. It was entirely dark inside. I could feel it when Master played with the lock but couldn't hear anything.

 

I'm scared. Master "asked" me this morning if wanted this done to me.

I was speechless, I hope he is just fucking with my head

- both 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.

Nose against the wall and a box of rubber

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

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

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

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

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

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