A Breif Interlude

By my GPS calculation, the boy is at the top of the world in the monastery above Paro, Bhutan. He will stay there for two days then begin his 3 week trek with his friend and spiritual guide.

Reggie is giving me hell and I am enjoying every moment of it. We're taking a break to relax and catch up with business in the office then we're going back at it.

Some Tumblr pics for your amusement:

Chastity

First, an answer to questions. The barbell through the Apadrahvya was enough metal to set off the alarm.  Munich is ten hours ahead of California (I think).

Anyone who knows me or who reads my blog knows that I am in some sort of chastity device often.
Sometimes for weeks and sometimes for days or hours. It started as an interest that grew into a full-blown fetish. Now my interest ranges between full-blown fetish, a matter of fact and a dreaded inconvenience. It's like chocolate, a little is good but too much and I loose my taste for it for months.
It is an inconvenience right now to be locked but I have no choice in the matter. Such things and decisions about them were given to Master a long time ago. My greatest pleasure in that I have a Master who ultimately controls my life.

I drove up to Ray's workshop this morning for a fitting and to collect the chastity devices that he modified to utilize my Apadrahvya for anchoring my cock in them. He is always happy to make me suffer and I am eager to protest. It's a relationship of Sado-top and Bad boy that we play at. Except for not being allowed to cuss in our play (Master's Command), we are verbal with each other. I get to complain because unlike Master, Ray enjoys it.

Ray strung me up outside between two trees, in the cold, and flogged my back. I complained even though I was nearly comatose with the pleasure he was giving me. He was under a time constraint so that flogging last just long enough to frustrate me by making me want more.

He measured me for the new toy that he and Master designed. I crawled into a smallish iron box that I struggled to fit in. Rays fiddled with iron straps and an Allen Wrench until I was partially immobilized inside the box. One of the straps had a rounded perpendicular piece that fit into my mouth, holding my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth. That wasn't exactly fun, in fact, I thought it was a bit scary. He made a bunch of marks around me with a magic marker then helped me sit up and crawl out of the box.

From that measuring session he moved over to a work table to get my Carrara chastity device. I started to put it on. Ray stopped me so that he could fit a stainless steel pin through one side of the cock tube. My cock was in it's normal flaccid state, allowing Ray to easily find my Apadrahvya. He treaded the pin through it and out the opposite side of the tube. He placed a small stainless steel lock through a hole in the end of the pin and locked it. I finished fastening the chastity belt and he checked to make sure it was locked. He put the keys in a small box and sealed it with a numbered tag that some people use to lock their plastic devices when the travel. He told me to give it to Christopher when I get home.

I know that all this padlocked piercing shit is sort of my idea. I think bondage is always better when locks are involved. That's why I like locks on straightjacket straps. It all seems redundant sometimes.
Too much bondage is never too much.

Very Diobedient and Well Punished

The boys managed to get themselves in trouble down in the dungeon yesterday.

Much of the time, slaves are held in a long hallway-like room, usually with no restraints except a heavy steel collar locked around their necks that is connected to the wall. There is usually enough length to allow the slaves to lay down (unless they are being mildly punished). Our slaves were chained next to each other with enough leeway make almost full body contact with each other. On one hand, it was nice for them to be close to each other, on the other hand, it allowed room for them fill each other's holes with cum, repeatedly!

The boys don't have much opportunity to fuck each other at home except when they are targets of family gang bangs because they are both locked in chastity belts almost 24/7. The belts were removed for their stay in the Chateau dungeon so as far as they were concerned there was no reason not to take advantage of the situation.

The guards walked in on them while they were fucking and promptly separated them and then reported the incident to the Chateau Master. Butch and I thought it was funny although slightly embarrassing for our slaves to tumble with each other. They had to be punished so this is what happened.

They boys came in front of the Chateau Master, Butch and me for an inquiry. The Chateau Master found through a very willing confession that they had been having sex when ever the guards were not directly observing them. So what to do?

They boys were sentenced to 30 lashings with a leather flogger that were to be administered by each other. They were warned that holding back and not giving a proper punishment would result in another 30 lashings by their owners. The punishments were given this morning.

The boys made a pact. Apparently, Trace told Daniel try to draw blood, Daniel agreed and told Trace to do the same. They have done this in play. It's a contest to see who can get the other to give in and ask the other to stop. They have gotten horribly vicious with each other. That was before Butch and I came into their lives.

Trace took his lashings first. Dan immediately tore into him, back, legs, chest and the crack of Trace's ass. Butch had no idea what to expect, especially from Dan who appears to be docile. My slave very quickly turned into a mass of welts and bloody hash marks. Trace did the same to Dan except that he stopped to give Dan a sloppy kiss and a swat to Dan's balls, which earned Trace an additional punishment consisting of ten swats to the balls given with small leather strap by one of the guards.

It was great to know that the slaves get into each other as much as they do,