The Real Life Implications of Slavery

I am writing this because I read a question about finding resources for a Master and slave.

http://www.metalbondnyc.com/metalbond-mail-a-question-about-the-real-life-implications-of-slavery/

 

I wanted to comment on The Real Life Implications of Slavery

My slave came to me via my Recon Posting and ad on Craig’s List. I was looking for guys who wanted to objectivized for an undetermined period of time that depended on my interest in that person. A lot of guys answered but few interested me enough to respond with anything other than “thanks but…”, whatever comment I decided to make. Most of them were “do me” guys who had no interest in what I wanted. Believe me when I tell you, this venture was all about what I wanted to do to the object, not what he wanted.

I offered to meet a few guys at an upscale cigar bar for a relaxing drink over a long smoke. A few of them refused outright because they were not into smoke. A few came to the bar, most didn’t show. The ad and profile was like casting a net into an empty sea. I started to realize that my efforts were futile and that I would have to continue with one-night hook-ups to get off. Then this unassuming character sent me a message. “What would you want of me, Sir? I have no time constraints, experience and few limitations. I am interested in learning more about YOU”.

He was under dressed when he came into the bar but walked in looking unimpressed and he appeared nervous but comfortable at the same time. He ordered top shelf and paid with a handful of crumpled up bills from his pocket but accidently dropped his American Express Black Card. He quickly picked it up and hid it while stuffing it back in his pocket. He looked almost embarrassed about it. He apologized, I don’t know why.

The entire conversation was about me and what I wanted. He had very little to say about himself. Then without provocation he started addressing me as “SIR”.

He had four limitations, no scat, no blood, no scars in places visible by the public and no permanent injuries. They were common sense limitations that I impose upon myself. I started to talk about a contract. He said, “Sir, if we enter a contract, I am imposing limitations on you by the very nature of the definition of the word contract. Your ad stated that you were looking for a person to treat as an object for a undefined period of time depending on how interested that person can keep you. My limitations are the only conditions if we mutually decide to enter into this adventure.

He was an intelligent boy who had obviously thought about contractual relationships, sexual fantasies and his role in the Leather Lifestyle. Though not imposing his charisma and sense of self-worth, he impressed me. He was a no bull shit guy who knew what he wanted and that to get it, he had to allow me to take the lead.

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The Day

Don't worry guys, I haven't decided either way about discontinuing the blog.


We had a full table for breakfast this morning. We discussed the up-coming harvest and Butch and Daniel's trip. Daniel's demeanor has changed. He is far more conscious about serving Butch before taking care of himself. He wears the same collar that my slave has fixed permanently around his neck. He pulled his shirt up to show the brand and tattoo on his ribs. slave pulled his shorts down to display his new brand. Daniel looked envious and asked where it was done. Butch told him to wait until the brand on his ribs heals before thinking of getting another one.

 

The Talena Collar is available with or without a lock.
You can request a pin that once inserted it cannot be removed.

 

 

slave is horny as hell. It is a damn good thing that he can't get at his genitals. His chastity is torment today. He is being denied everything except positional bondage until I feel he has had enough of the "vanilla" treatment. He's finding it hard to concentrate in the studio so I sent him outside to work

 

 



Slave into Object

I removed slave from the cage this morning after he was fed a bowl of cold unseasoned Faro that he washed down with my warm piss. Slave was removed from the cage to service me then take a cold shower to wash the stink off. It is one of two times each day that it is allowed to use the toilet. It was cuffed in Hyatt cuffs and it's nips were pegged with wood clothes pegs. It's collar was tightened by one click. I told it that he was demoted to object for the foreseeable future.

The cage is 20 inches by 40 inches by 30 inches in height. it sits on a steel floor, no padding and it has been given an old wool Army blanket.

It looks at me with pathetic eyes that are wet with tears.

I'm horny and need to wank.

A day of celebration!

Butch and Daniel are now fucking in wedded bliss. It does make a difference psychologically even if you've been partners for a while. The rings are platinum and plain. Butch's sisters and nieces attended along with a handful of female friends and old customers from the surrounding towns. The food that Tony orchestrated was wonderful. The chocolate wedding cake arrived from Paris in perfect Shape. The layers were ringed with delicious Macaroons and sprigs of sugar currents that looked so real that they looked like that had been just picked.  Joey had a  caterer do the heavy "lifting" while he created unforgettable goodies. We had a good Country band to dance to and tubs full of iced beers and wines.
They will be leaving for Munich on Tuesday to spend time at the Chateau.

Master brought a new toy home yesterday that drives me wild. A surgical stapler. I never thought of using such a thing for play. In late morning, before the wedding. Master pinched skin from my chest over my nipples to "hide" them. And used the stapler to secure the skin over the nipple. Fuck! It hurt like hell. Then he pushed my cock and balls inside of my body cavity and stapled everything inside. It looked like I had a cunt. It hurt less than my tits. The pressure was intense. It was a little like the aftermath of being slugged in the nuts with a fist. I was unrestrained and laying on the bed when he performed the procedure. I actually enjoyed it so he left me stapled through most of the afternoon.
I'm ready to do it again.

I learned something over the last two mornings. I hate my own morning piss. It is nasty and bitter.

Yes, I am wearing tit clamps as I write this. My nipples are unbearably sensitive after a week of constant abuse. The staples left them untouchable but I am managing so far. I may not blog tomorrow so I have time to let them settle down.

My Birthday is tomorrow. I can't wait to see what Regie made for me.

A vist from my friend and mentor, Regie

Regie is a Ginger skinhead who learned to be a tailor from his uncle. He was a wild mean boy when he was away from home. He was our gang leader and the first to do all the bad boy things that all twelve of us eventually did. He got our gang up because he was gay and wanted all the gay boys to band together to protect ourselves. In private, we called ourselves "bad juju" referencing black magic. We got to be real bad asses by bashing a few guys who once picked on us. We took martial arts and worked at it together. Regie was always in the front leading us and in the back pushing.

I took Regie to my slave the moment I got Regie home. slave was strapped tightly in a bondage chair wearing nothing but his chastity belt, a tall leather neck corset, gag and blindfold. I've taken all of his boots except his work shit kickers and locked them in a closet along with his leathers. It was that I wanted to prepare for his new position here on the ranch. Regie knows slave from the clubhouse in London. The fact is, slave has been fucked  at boths ends from him.

Regie twisted the slaves tits and turned the clamps. Slave cried out. Those things had been on him for hours already. Regie slapped him and gut punched and told him "shut your fuckin' trap and at least try to be man, which you ain't anymore". Regie looked at me as if to ask me if it's okay, like he knew I wouldn't mind. He took the slave gag out of his mouth, stood up the seat of the chair and head raped him, all the while pulling on his tit clamps. I could tell slave wanted it. Regie came down slave's throat and quickly buckled his gag again.

Regie put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I needed that, thanks mate!". We went out to talk, leaving my slave to wait. We undressed at the edge of the pools and jumped into the cool water to swim and float while talking of the old days. Regie brought me to date on my Mates and then we talked about my slave. "He wants more and less from me. I took him as a slave but we became loves, impinging on my ability to make him into the slave I truly wanted I don't know how to proceed so that is why you are here. I need your help and advice. How do keep why happened between you and me from happening between him and me?"

"You do what me and you never got into. Keep him tied in that chair and keep him blindfolded. Take his gag out and take your meanest clamps and put them on his tits. Make him hurt like hell to he's screaming or crying. Sit on a chair in front of him and ask him what he really wants. Interrogate him." That is what I did.

I dressed in my leathers and 20 holers and went to the bedroom dungeon where I was storing my slave. I ungagged him and pulled a chair up facing him. Regie stood quietly in the corner listening to me. "Slave, we need to talk. I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer each question as fully and honestly as you can. Do not hold anything back. What is it that you want from me, keep in mind that I read your latest diaries so I know what you were looking for before we met".

"I answered that recon add advertising for bottoms or slave who wanted to be objectified. You gave me some of what I wanted and you made me fall in love with you. I adore you and I want to be the best person that I can be for you but I have a nagging feeling in my gut that tells me that I want more use and abuse and right now, I want it to come from you. You say that you own me and you do but at the risk of...I guess I am just being self centered".

Regie popped in angrily, "He wants the whole truth and nothing but the truth, faggot!" The slave stammered. Regie stomped across the room and slapped him really hard. My slave started crying.
"I want that!" he said. "I want to get up every morning to service you, If I do not make you happy I want you to let me know, punish me and then make me go out to the field to work like I an nothing but labor or make me work in my studios when there is no work outside. Punish me if I fail. At the end of the day put me into strenuous bondage. I don't care how severe but severe. Use me for a foot stool, a toilet, a servant or store me away when you don't want me in sight. Don't give a shit about how I feel. Keep me quiet unless you want me to talk. Punish me if I talk without being asked to open my mouth. Drag me into bed and fuck me hard, use me, what ever you want but I want...". Tears ran down his cheeks from under his blindfold. I put my finger up to his mouth to stop his rant which grew and spiraled to a near state of anger.

Fed-ex dropped off the package that Regie was waiting for. He had made a birthday surprise for the slave.

I returned to my slave to tighten the straps on the chair. I decided to put a heavily padded hood over his head and let him listen to my recording. He apologized for losing control. I placed a ball in his mouth and tightly strapped the hood over his head. I twisted his the tit clamps to another angle, telling him he would be sorry if he didn't keep quiet while I did it.

I'm not liking this little surprise at all

Fed-Ex dropped off a package for Master this morning. It was shipped from London.

He seemed overwhelmed with excitement. He reminded me of a five year old on Christmas morning.
Master ripped away the wrappings with glee, deviously laughing as he opened the box and pulled the contents into view.

What the hell!!!? I was a black leather corset with all sorts of straps, padlocks and but plug. I knew he wasn't the one who would be wearing it. He pulled out yet another longer corset with more locking straps and padlocks. "Oh SHIT!", I thought, "He's gone completely mad. Where did he get the idea for this shit?"

"Come here slave!"
He unlocked my Groethal chastity belt and told me to fetch the cock lock. He was hasty about locking it in place. I was already naked. He wrapped the shorter corset around my middle and fastened it. It was loose at first. He started lacing it down the back, pulling them tight as he moved down. He pulled the laces very tight then tied them off. He zipped leather lace covering from bottom to top, covering the laces and tightening the corset even more. He wrapped a wide leather strap from front to back then locked that. He locked a flap over the zipper pull. Took the should straps that were fasted them in the front and flipped them over my shoulders, buckled them snugly then locked them.
One last strap remained.

Master spit lubed my hole and then the butt plug and shoved it inside of me. He bulled the remaining strap between my legs, bucked it and locked it in back. There was no way to escape this except to cut it off and I wanted out. I thought he was trying to feminize me and I have never been into to that kink.

I could not bend at the waist. The guys sniggered at me when they came in for breakfast. This was humiliated in a way I did not enjoy. I radiated anger throughout the room. My lower lip protruded in an angry pout. Master stopped my misbehavior cold. "I AM YOUR FUCKING MASTER AND I WILL DO WHAT EVER PLEASES ME! So fucking straighten up and be grateful that I don't take you to the punishment room."

My Slave Is Not In Any Condition To Write

You asked about bring a object slave.

This is what it is all about. The boy has a marker buried in his body that can be used to track him down any where he goes. Yah, he can run but he cannot hide. The thing is, he does not have any reason to run so he can go any where he wants as long as I know where and with whom he goes. Truthfully, the only thing he does alone is run. I can sprint fast, may be some two hundred meters but the boy runs like Mercury kilometer after kilometer until his body suddenly quits.

I played a game without him knowing what I was planning. He was out running and I tracked him down and headed him off. He came running toward me and I stopped him. Christopher jumped out of the truck and we man handled him, talking to each other like we caught a run-away. We ignored the boy, gagged him, hand cuffed and chained him in the back seat of the truck and took him home.

We strung him up in the barn and beat him, telling him he was going to learn to never try to run again. We took turns beating him. He was screaming and crying but there aren't any safe words with us.  He was sore and red as a cherry when we got done with him. We tied the boy to a post in that barn so he couldn't slide down to rest and left him there, standing, naked with nothing but a clothes peg on the end of his wee little shrunken cock. We went back to torture him before we locked him in a cage for the night. We worked his genitals over with a zap stick, violet wand and weights tied around his nuts. We jerked and edged him and told him he could shoot and then told him to stop the second he started shooting, but it was too late. I turned him over my knee and gave him a good hand blistering for cumming after I told him to stop, then took him into my bedroom and locked him in his cage, after I fucked his sore arse.

I dragged his arse out of his cage mid-night and forced him to throat my cock then fucked him again.
By that time, he figured out what I was doing to him but I think he knew all along. He just let me know then.

I just kept busting his arse for the next days until I was tired of it. I took the fucker to bed and wrapped around him like he likes, slid myself into him and held him there.

Master Ian

On The Road to Dharamshala

We debated on whether to drive or fly to Dharamshala. It is about a twenty four hour drive to Himachal, Pradesh which is in Dharamshala India. We decided to keep our driver and make the trip by car. It is the best way to see the country. We're leaving the hotel this afternoon.

My guess is that I won't be writing in my blog for several days.

I am deeply, almost gut-sick with horniness.

Master has been letting his hair and beard grow while we've been traveling. I wanted to do the same but he won't have it.

He doesn't loosen his grip on me at all, even while traveling. He tells me when and what I can have or do. It was a minor thing but I wanted to pick up some goofy beads to bring home. I really wanted them at the time but he stopped me. "You don't need to bring that crap home."  I felt insulted and a little pissed with him.  The little kid in me threw an internal tantrum that I would never dare to express to Master. I think he denied me just because he could.  But then, I saw some tribal silver and coral pieces that I thought would look good in frames. He offered to buy me several pieces. I took one ornate antique piece.