I weakened

I didn't make it for another 24 hours. I went down this evening in a fit of horniness to use him. That's what an object is for, right?

I got him up on his mattress and forced his knees under his gut so his ass was sticking up in the air. I spit lubed his hole and slowly slid my cock inside of him. He gasped and sighed as I penetrated him then pushed back to get me deeper inside of him. I set a pace to fuck him slowly and as gently as I could but ended up grasping the chain at the back of his collar for leverage as I lost control of myself. I fucked him long and hard before I shot my seed into him. I collapsed on top of him to recover. I heard him sniffle and quietly cry.

I turned him over to straddle his chest and buckled a dental gag into his mouth and spread it as wide as his mouth would open. I stuck my tongue in his mouth then spit inside of him several times before I face fucked him until I came a second time. The object was frustrated at not being able to suck me clean but I used my fingers to skim the cum from my cock into his mouth.

I thought of sitting with him for a while but I want him to know what it is to be an object.

I pulled the chains tightly through the side hasps of the waist restraints and locked them in place then pulled his legs up behind him so that he is hogtied. The weight of his leg irons added stress to the hogtie. I removed the dental gag and replaced it with a ball gag head harness and left him laying face down. I stood in the door opening and watched him, waiting to see how he reacted. He managed to force a muffled "thank you Master" through his gag. I locked the door and went upstairs to go to bed.

I thought about what I had done to my object and honestly loved the way I felt about it. I now think I can handle this part of our lifestyle.

A Day to Myself.

I woke to an empty house this morning. Everyone is gone. Every one has left me except for the dogs. They are wildly wagging their tails, competing for attention. They are eagerly starring at me and trying to heard me to the kitchen. Its breakfast, yummy! Its breakfast. Cold chicken in the microwave, three cups of chow in each bowl, one in Tommy's and we're in the middle of a feeding frenzy with tails wagging.

I went out to make sure our day man has started working with my menagerie. I worked with him to clean out their houses and feed them. I groomed a few of the guys and played with the dogs and horses. The cattle need to be cared for and the cheese maker lady is came to collect milk It was pure enjoyment, especially after rarely working for a couple weeks. I want to work for the rest of the day just to be outside with the animals but I am tired, truly tired.

I checked my blood sugar. 76, I better get some carbs. I made oatmeal and stirred in some Lingberries to sweeten it and cooked an egg to soft boil. I drank a  glass of Oolong Tea with ice and then went out to the deck with cup of coffee, my pipe and watched everything and nothing in the mountains that surround me.

I felt horny. Smoking my pipe can do that. I was free, the chastity belts are not in use. I crawled in bed to masturbate. I edged myself over and over but I couldn't cum. Edging in itself was blissful Oh how I wanted wanted to cum so badly that I arched my back involuntarily as each attempt failed. I wondered if Master has planted a subliminal something or other in the recordings that he makes me listen to while bound. Is that why I'm not wearing any chastity devices. Is he torturing me?

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.