Reaching Inside

Sometimes, Master reaches deep inside of me and takes my fluttering and trembling heart and holds it gently and takes it inside of him where he protects, calms and nurtures it. It is a place of quiet rest.

I am not the easiest person to live with, at least that is what I think. My mind is noisy and often filled with neurotic thoughts. I can be distrustful but I intentionally make myself vulnerable to show myself that I can trust. I can find love by loving, even when I think I am unlovable. I cry to battle my stoicism and hug when I feel like isolating myself behind arms folded in front of my chest.

Master understands though he is so much my opposite

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We skied every day and then scoured the shops for the fancy to buy. Cowboy hats and boots, hand woven blankets from Native Americans, antique clay pots and a cedar chair for the gallery in the center of our home. My favorite was a walking stick made from the root of a Juniper.

We sat in the Japanese tub every night drinking John Jameson Irish Whisky that has a 1964 tax stamp over the bottle cap. Does whisky age like a great bottle of red wine? I'm not sure but it tasted good enough to slowly sip.

Play was limited to a few pieces of rope and Master's belt, his cock, my mouth and ass. I am wearing the Carrara Chastity Belt and Master said he left the key at home. I am still locked in it.

ASS UP

One of the tables in the play room is made of 8 foot long blanks with half inch spaces between them to allow straps or rope to be threaded through them.

Master ordered me to lay down on the table with my ass on the bottom edge and put a chair their so I had a place to rest my feet. He threaded a leather strap over my chest down between my arms and another strap over my stomach. He continued by restraining my upper arms and wrists to the table then ran a strap around my neck and another over my forehead. From that position, he wrapped a strap around my right ankle and bent my leg, strapping my ankle tightly around my thigh then repeated the process with the left leg. He tightened all the straps the used a long leather strap to pull my knees up against my body, leaving my ass hole extremely exposed.

I waited, expecting to be gagged and blindfolded but le left the playroom with me in a comfortable but very restrictive and vulnerable position.

He planned a small poker party in the playroom, complete with cigars and ice cold beer. They played for poker chips. Each started with fifty chips valued at a dollar a chip. They played until the first person reached $100. That player earned the right to rape me while the others watched. The game went on for several hours and players continued buying at $50.00 a pop for more chips. Each time climbed to another $100, my as was plowed for the reward. Needless to say, I was rapped repeatedly, loving every moment of it.

The players rewarded me at the end of the game with slow and painful tit torture while sucking my cock. They brought me to the edge over and over again until Master gave me permission to cum but not before he unrolled a condom over my cock to collect my cum. My body shuddered and convulsed as I finally came. Ecstatic pain went through my body and head that felt almost unbearable. Master pulled the condom off my cock and held it high in the air. He auctioned it off to the highest bidder who could do what ever he wanted with it. It brought in almost a thousand dollars. The winner wanted Master to suck it down. It wasn't the first time that he had swallowed my giz.

The winnings and the cash that was thrown around the table that night was collected with plans to give it to one of the area food pantries.

They guys decided to make the poker party a monthly event. Straight and Gay men attended the party.

Story of a Past Relationship

It is Wednesday. We will spend part of our afternoon in the office reviewing the financial activity for the week. slave hates this day even though it's about what keeps our lives moving.

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The story was deleted at my slave's request
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Christian escorted slave into town today. I had no idea why.
They were gone for about an hour. slave ran into his studio carrying a large white plastic bag. I never allowed him to spend money without knowing what he was spending it on so I wondered where he got the cash to buy whatever it was that he bought. Christian asked me to leave him to his surprise.

He emerged from his studio a few moments later and asked me to come with to see a painting he had just started and finished earlier today. It is a fairly large canvas. It must measure five feet wide and about eight feet high. The painting is a portrait of him in his heavy chains with me standing in the foreground looking stern and menacing. I am holding a baseball bat and wearing bleachers, which I haven't worn in ages.

In the front of us there are these words painted in transparent letters;

 

THIS IS NOT A ROLE.

THIS REAL!

IT IS NOT A GAME.

THIS IS LIFE!

There are no "Timeouts, "Safe words" or Limits.

I am Master and you are my slave.

You belong to me 24 hours a day.

My word is final, My control absolute.

This is OUR life.

He had black steel hangers attached to the bottom stretchers of the canvas that hold an aluminum baseball bat.

I asked, "Why the baseball bat?"
"You are protecting me and you keep me in line with it."
I understood the metaphor. I got so wound up by it that I didn't know how to respond. My slave dropped to his knees in rigid strict slave posture and said "Thank You, MASTER" until I wrapped my hands around his head, picked him up and hugged him.

Quick Recovery

My slave sunk into a deep regenerative sleep. His determination is admirable.

I give it permission to speak. it requested two things. it asked for a flogging with a heavy bull hide flogger and permission to have an orgasm. Both are therapeutic for it after a migraine. It helps him to relax and it opens the energy blockage from the migraine. It is the only time that it actually requests to have an orgasm.

I gagged it with a ball gag head harness and tied it to the whipping post. I flogged it until it's back was as red as the flogger itself. It gasped and moaned with each stroke. I didn't count the strokes, I kept giving it until it's energy told me it was no longer feeling it. it's eyes were red and filled with tears. I licked it's tears from it's face.

I flipped it over so that it's front side was exposed.

"Please Master."

It stopped talking, I asked it what it wanted.

"Please Master, hurt me." It was the second request to be hurt by me within 24 hours.
"Please Master, I am your object..." I stopped him by covering it's mouth with my gloved hand and pinched it's nose until it dropped off from lack of air.

I will not describe what I did to it other than to say it was the most intense torture that it has ever experienced. He passed out on me several times but I persisted. it didn't scream or cry. it looked at me in terror. It made me wank several times, each time I fed it my cum.

it took it down from the post and let it collapse at my feet. it looked up at me and said, "thank you Master". I cleaned it up and stuffed it back in it's cage to rest and heal. I didn't let it cum.

Coffee, Tea and Me

Bondage and spanking for an hour were on the menu this afternoon. That what I spun on the Wheel of Misfortune for the day. Master tied me over a bench that we use for a coffee table in the TV room. He settled in for a break from his office with a cup of coffee. He watched some old tape of a Rugby match.

He sent me out earlier to pick a bunch of branches from the fields that he tied in a bundle to form a birch. He gagged me with a ball gag on tore into me with the birch during commercial breaks.

My back end was a bloody mess by the time the hour had passed. I wore an adult diaper after the cleaning the would to keep my butt clean and my jeans free from the blood that seeped from the wounds.

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.

 

 

 

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.

The Box and Rubber from Europe

The box was delivered by the cabinet maker this morning and Fed-Ex delivered the rubber that we bought in Europe.  I'm getting excited about the prospect of being shut away in it while at the same time feeling dread about how long Master will decide to keep me in it.  The box it quite nicely made of oak that goes with the architecture throughout the house. The lock is a single puzzle lock that looks like it was crafted in Japan during the Edo Period.  The wood is waxed and polished.  There is no external suggestion of what the box is used for.  It could be a pedestal for a large sculpture. The box stands under the middle gallery sky light.

Master had me strapped into the iron frame in front of the desk in his office for most of the day. I was gagged with a ball gag head harness. Master snapped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on my tits and left them there most of the day.  He removed them occasionally to change directions or roll my tits between his fingers.

 

Not me but this is a picture of the chastity belt that I normally wear.

 

A gratuitous picture of a naked artist.  I like to work in my studio in the nude.
but if this were me you would see my collar all of the time.

 

Pictures were found on Tumblr

Nothing to say

Sleeping in my own bed was wonderful. Sleeping alone wasn't wonderful. Sancho and Panza were both on the bed when I woke up. I got up and went to the bathroom and they didn't stir, not even a little bed. They both snore from time to time so it's like having Master next to me. They both run in their dreams and make puppy yips. I almost forgot that I didn't have to prep myself for Master and that I didn't really have to get up at 5 as I usually do at home. I crawled back under the blankets, closed my eyes and went out like a light.

I worked out as much as I could then went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I spoke to Master on the phone again. He was at the office working when he called. He's flying home on Monday night.

I took a long hot soak in the bath tub this evening and jerked off. There was a lot of spent jiz churning in the water.  I think a really good slow edging and orgasm is a tremendous stress and pain reliever. No one would ever know of my transgression except that I am writing about it.

Pete made me a salad of spinach, avocado, shrimp, heirloom tomatoes and lemon juice for dinner. I gotten to love simple salads with lemon instead of a lot of complicated flavors. I also had a scoop of Mocha ice cream with extremely dark chocolate savings in it.  If Pete hadn't been with me while I ate, I would have scarfed down all the ice cream that he had left in the freezer.  (Maybe he needs to put a lock on the freezer door.)

I watched a sappy Hallmark Christmas movie and not I'm going to crawl into bed.

Someplace in Germany

It's about 6:PM and the first stop is near an end.

I'm writing this while I sip a steaming cup of coffee. I haven't seen daylight for more than a day.  The "Chateau" driver was waiting for us outside of customs.  He restrained my arms behind my back and locked a leather hood over my head before we started the drive. We were greeted at the front door where Master and I were separated. They took Master to his room upstairs and took me down to the dungeon. The dungeon is a labyrinth consisting of a long corridor with rooms branching off at either side. Some are "Work rooms" others are a myriad of cells and locked rooms.

As is customary, I was chained by my neck, wrists and ankles and left with other slaves in the corridor. I slid to the floor and leaned against the wall to sleep until the others started to stir. I continued sleeping while the other slaves ate their breakfast. I could have slept all day after the trip to get here.

The others were taken away and returned during the day. "Training" is one of the reasons we are brought here. I've already gone through this twice. The last and third time was aborted by Master because he heard that I was abused by two of the guards.  They are no longer in contact with guests of the Chateau (what ever that means). I spent the entire day chained.  I socialized with the others when I wasn't sleeping.

I was taken to the showers this morning and then waited in a locked cell until the guards came for me.
Yes, they played with me and teased me while I was in the shower. One of them gave me head until I was on the edge then slapped me around a bit. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

They took me upstairs this afternoon and brought me to the room of ceremonies. I imagined that the induction process is sort of like joining the Masons. It's serious but just a little hooky. Master signed the papers, pledging to care for me and describe how I was too be handled if he died before me and a few other things that I can't talk about. I had to sign what is essentially a contract. Then the fun began. The inserted a GPS tracking chip between the ribs on my left side and renewed the brand that I was marked with over a year ago.

Getting a brand over the ribs hurts like hell!

We're waiting for our ride to Munich where we'll stay a few days before heading toward Berlin.

The MAN of my DREAMS

I saw the man of my dreams today.  He is well over six feet tall. His shoulders are wide and well muscled, his waist narrow with rippling abs and his thighs bulging. He wore black spandex briefs that fit like a second skin over his round ass and bulging basket. He has a fresh tattoo winding from just above his wrists to his elbow. He wore a red wool baseball cap and leather wristband around his un-tattooed wrist. His hair was short with a slight military style cropping.  I gasped at this man's perfection.

It is my Master.

I slept in leather restraints last night. A strap around my chest held my upper arms tightly against my upper body. Another strap around the waist held my arms just below the elbow and thigh straps held my wrists. A strap held my knees together and another strap fastened my ankles together. I wore a blindfold that took my site and sense of time.

Master pinched and pulled my nipples while he was falling asleep.  I woke this morning when he pulled my lower body over the bed so my knees hit the floor. He oh-so-gently pushed his cock into my hole and fucked me for the longest time. I had several orgasms without cumming. Pre-cum spun like a spider's web to the floor. Master came, I felt the weight of his body as he trembled silently. He continued fucking me. He seemed as though he took a massive dose of Viagra because he remained hard for a very long time. He remained inside of me for as long as he was hard. He trembled as if he was being milked and couldn't stand it.

We've already packed for our trip. I decided not to bring any smoking paraphernalia. Master decided to do the same. We're making it a smoke free vacation.

We're staying in the city tonight because we have a very early flight to catch.

 

I'll do my best to keep up with you during my trip.