Loook at Him

Look at at him sitting there bound in a hundred feet of rope. He is sitting as still as death with his eyes half open. The only sign of life is his chest as it expands when he breathes. A slight smile of contentment turns the corners of his mouth toward the sun that pours into the living room window. 

Tommy sits in front of him looking into his face. He wide eyes open and close sleepily. Sancho sits at his back. Is he warning the boy's back or acting as a back rest?

Helping Hand?

I bumped into a woman in town today after we finished playing Santa Claus. She was very depressed and crying. She wanted to see her nine year old son today and give him a Christmas gift but her uncle who cares for her son allowed only a 30 minute visit.

She is an addict. I convinced her to go to a treatment center for help. She wanted to put it off until Monday but I told her that putting it off would only increase the amount of time that she would live with her pain. I drove her to a treatment center and walked in with her. I told the admitting nurse that I would pay for whatever her insurance and government did not pay.

My heart is heavy as I wish her a lasting recovery.

I'm not into drugs and not much into alcohol but sometimes I think that it would be easy to do since it seems to be a predisposition in my family. I found Vodka and Cognac bottles stashed all over my grandfather's office and bedroom when I helped to clean out my grandparents home.

I am thankful to have found Ian and the family that shares the Ranch with me. I am thankful that I found my Great Uncle and that he left me his home and land. I am thankful that I found people that help me achieve my dreams. I am thankful that I have the privilege of getting up every morning to serve Master and then go out to the barn to care for my animal friends. I am thankful that I have found painting and the encouragement to continue in the face of my doubt about my talent. These are the things that keep me sane and warm and nourished. I am thankful.

I wish that everyone understood that Love is everything and that it starts within.

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.

Fun with subliminal hypnotism. It really works.

As I have stated, slave with left in his sleep sack for over 30 hours during which he wore headphones that played music interspersed with messages from me. It played in a loop. Mixed in the loop were almost inaudible suggestions that cause certain behaviors upon command. He was not aware of those commands.

The commands cause him to cross his arms behind his back until the release command is given.
Close his eyes tightly as if blindfolded.
Close his mouth tightly as if he is tightly gagged.
Walk as if his ankles are chained.
Playing these suggestions over and over has definitely worked. We played with him during breakfast this morning. He was about to put food into his mouth when I said the magic word that tied his wrists tightly behind his back. He carefully put his fork down and crossed his wrists behind his back and could not free himself until I gave the command. It works with all four suggestions. The suggestions will eventually fade if not reinforced or I can give a command to ignore those commands in the future. The kid likes it.

Butch and Daniel have been Master and slave for several months. They are getting married in six days to consummate their relationship. There will be a reception to honor the wedding which is taking place among the olive trees. They will be leaving for a two honeymoon in Germany where the two will become members of the Chateau. Chris and I are sponsoring them.

The slaves have an announcement that they will be making late this evening.

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.

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.

Dharamsala

We are making our way to Dharamsala today.
There is no itinerary for this trip, just a general list of places that we want to visit so we're going where we can go, when we can go.

Sharing this trip with Master is amazing!

Another Chaste Day on the Ranch

Sex without relief.
I haven't complained about this before but I am horny as hell today. My nuts are filled to the point that the scrotum is struggling at the edge of the nut cup for space.

 

I've been bound and fucked in every way possible over the last weeks and haven't gotten off in longer than I can remember. Chastity is a great kink but sometimes you really pay for the pleasure of being locked up.  Sometimes I think I am cunning while Master fucks me but I'm never sure.  My whole crotch is a cum filled mess so there is no way to discern whether I've added to it. I'm certainly not feeling any orgasms. 

 

 

 

I spent most of yesterday chained in the wine cellar.

 

Today was a work day. I worked in the office then retired to the studio to work.  I went out to be with my pets after lunch. I feel energized being with them.  I feel like a kid when I'm out playing with them.  The dogs play fetch and the horses kick a big bright blue ball around. The goats, llamas and alpaca just want to be stroked and hand fed. The cows just walk around chewing grass all day.

 

 

 

 

 

More about Tattoos

I found this picture on tumblr. I think the work is beautiful and so is the guy but what will he look like as he ages. I wonder what kind of work he does. Does a facial tattoo make it difficult to find a job? He looks clean cut and tattoos don't have the stigma that they had when I was this kids age but a lot of business decision makers may disqualify him. 


Me and my sore ass.  I wasn't even awake when Master had his cock up my ass this morning. His appetite for sex is relentless. I'd like to see him locked in a chastity belt for just one week to see how crazy it would make him.

I spent a couple hours on the floor in Master's office this afternoon. He locked a Punisher Chastity Device on my cock and put pricker pads under my short rubber cat suit then hog tied me so I was forced to lay on the prickers and spikes. He didn't gag me. I presumed he want to hear me moan from the discomfort he was causing me by stabbing my tits and cock.

I'm not at all organized and don't really care

I feel like my days race by without a sense of accomplishment. I feel like a "dizzy queen". I wake up at 6:am, work outside, eat breakfast the work outside helping to dig holes under the rows wood posts and wires then go to my studio where I work until I'm in a state of total fatigue, except yesterday.

Master locked a chain around my neck and dragged me out to the dungeon. He fastened the chain to a bold near the floor, leaving me a foot leeway to barely move. I was sitting cross legged and bent at the waist. My hands were chained behind my back.

Master left me alone.

My lower back began to feel stressed but I managed to stretch then relax which helped me alleviate the pain. He came back later to leave tiger strips up and down my back.  He unchained my hands and ankles then lifted me up by my hips, leaving my neck chained. He filled my ass with lube and laid into me with his cock.

It was a disconcerting position to be in. I felt the chain tighten as Master moved us back and forth. His jiz filled my hole and dribbled down my leg while he continued fucking me. He came again.

We were at the building center in Colorado last week when I saw a man talking to a clerk at the contractor counter. He looked at me and our eyes locked, our movements were suspended. He was a big man, tall and massively built although muscular and fit. He wore his ball cap backwards. His left arm was heavily tattooed from his wrist, over his shoulder and disappearing under his tank top. Master came up behind me and told me to stop starring.

Oh! Oh! I thought I was in trouble but not so.
He reminded me of it that night when we crawled in to bed. It said it turned him on. He fucked me slowly and told me that I was an absolute slut and that's why I need to have my cock locked up.

Grin!

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 Gratuitous picture or is it an invitation?

 

 

What a healthy relationship looks like

I'm reading Buddhist Boot Camp by Timber Hawkeye for the fourth time. I read it because I need constant reminder about what is important in life. I've sent copies to friends and people that need to break from unhealthy thinking and doing.

You can visit Timber's website at: http://www.buddhistbootcamp.com/

Now that I have been in a relationship with Master for almost two years and we're looking toward marriage this weekend, this chapter is especially important.

"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."                                                              -Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Relationships are often misunderstood to be a simple commitment between two people; a dedication to each other with a sense of belonging to one another. That kind of limited perspective breeds expectations, possessiveness and disappointment, and it reeks of ownership, greed and selfish desire.

A healthy relationship is an agreement between two people to support each other's spiritual practice. It is a vow to encourage each other's dedication, devotion and path, free from attachment or expectations (yet full of caring and compassion). A healthy relationship is based on unconditional love, not one where the need is to possess. Although you put plenty of "heart" into it, you lose nothing by giving it away. If each person is equally dedicated to inspire, create, awaken and enrich the lives of others, then there is no hidden agenda. It is far less important what one receives from the other as what on can give. Intimacy would suddenly surpass warmth and tenderness to also include patience, vulnerability, honesty, active listening, understanding, connection and unwavering trust.

There is a healing power inherent in this kind of union, and it is capable of deep transformation for both people. It is an incredible opportunity to actually practice what we learn (from non-violent communication to meditation, listening, mirroring, authenticity, resolve, radical honesty, appreciation, purpose, equality, celebration, and mutuality).

Healthy relationships are a collaboration of sorts, two peaceful warriors spiritually supporting one another on their individual journeys to spread positivity and light.

May we all close the gap between what we believe and how we act in the world.

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This is who we are. Even when we are deeply involved in activities that reflect a certain kind of violence, it is based on the love we have for each other, trust and above all, the desire to see the other person happy. It extends to our family, employees and the community that benefits from our lives.
We live what seems like complicated lives but try to be as simple as possible. It's as easy as making the first decision to live for other people and letting go of our fear of what we don't understand.

"All the happiness in the world stems from wanting others to be happy,
all the suffering in the world stems from wanting the self to be happy."

-Shantideva