I know we sound like I change our rules as fast as the weather changes. Some changes like hiring people to take up the "must do" activities makes sense. My slave and I shouldn't be bogged down with them when we both like to be free to do as we like. Beside that, why not give some blokes a job who need them? Beside that, the boy's studio is ready to work in so if anything, that and just enjoying his animals are enough. He has more time to play with them in stead of shoveling up their shit.
As for sex, slave, owner object, etcetera and etcetera, that has and will change constantly at my whim. Frankly, my whim seems to be in synch with the boy's most of the time. But then, he is malleable and has a deep need and desire to serve my needs.
He has stopped asking me to try different experience and goes on with whatever I come up with. Actually, fuck the rules!
Showing posts with label Master. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Master. Show all posts
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Does it Sound Like Complaining?
Our relationship has been changing since we moved up on the mountain. The first and most noticeable change is the labor situation. There is no more up-at-the-crack-of-dawn ranch labor for me. Butch hired two full time guys to help with the labor and a landscaping company to "make the land right" for us.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Much Happens in Eight Days
Master tied my arms behind my back using jute rope in Bukkake style. The rope wound around my neck then back down to my arms, leaving a long tail of rope to use as a leash. He clamped a wide steel collar around my neck that was chained to a heavy steel ring that was attached to the wall. The bondage forced me to stand, back to the wall, standing flat feet on the cool cement floor. He inserted something into my urethra that was held in place by a ring at the base of my cock and another ring behind the meatus. It was secured by a post threaded through my apadrahvya. He attached wires to the base and the metal apadrahvya insert.
He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out.
It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.
He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out.
It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Fuck on the Wool
The bare living room floor was covered with a twenty foot by thirty foot Royal Sarook carpet yesterday. It deep red lustrous wool is an inch thick and densely knotted. My grandparents bought it in 1939 when they took a trip to the middle east to celebrate their honeymoon. It always looked stately laying over the wavy maple floors in the big parlor. I spent many hours lying on it while reading or studying. I often untwisted the bouillon fringe on the sofa skirt and watch it spin back to it's original shape. No one used that room except me or when my grandparents were entertaining.
It took six men to carry the carpet into the house from the truck. We unrolled a thick pad on the floor then unfolded the carpet and carefully positioning it before arranging the furniture on top of it. It was like having a part of my childhood memories with me again.
The guys all went into town for dinner while I finished bedding the animals for the night. I grabbed a handful of turkey and wrapped it around strips of Swiss cheese and threw a handful of spring greens into a bowl for my dinner then went to shower of the dust and animal hair. I laid on the carpet surrounded by six dogs, intending to turn the television on but fell asleep.
Master tied my hands behind my back while I was sleeping and brought me up to my knees and held me by my hips. While I was still half asleep he slipped his cock inside of me and began to slowly fuck me. He slid in and out deliberately and carefully for a long time before he started to shudder and moan. He slowed his rhythm as his moans grew steadily louder. He dropped one hand from my hip and used it to grab my collar and slowly rammed his cock against my inner sphincter until he came deep into my gut. He hold me by my collar while gaining his breath, shutting off my breath until he slowly pulled out of me. He stuffed his shirt under my pelvis to avoid messing the carpet then collapsed on top of me, pushing me to the floor under him.
Like a newly wed, he picked me up and carried me up to our room and laid me on our bed.
It took six men to carry the carpet into the house from the truck. We unrolled a thick pad on the floor then unfolded the carpet and carefully positioning it before arranging the furniture on top of it. It was like having a part of my childhood memories with me again.
The guys all went into town for dinner while I finished bedding the animals for the night. I grabbed a handful of turkey and wrapped it around strips of Swiss cheese and threw a handful of spring greens into a bowl for my dinner then went to shower of the dust and animal hair. I laid on the carpet surrounded by six dogs, intending to turn the television on but fell asleep.
Master tied my hands behind my back while I was sleeping and brought me up to my knees and held me by my hips. While I was still half asleep he slipped his cock inside of me and began to slowly fuck me. He slid in and out deliberately and carefully for a long time before he started to shudder and moan. He slowed his rhythm as his moans grew steadily louder. He dropped one hand from my hip and used it to grab my collar and slowly rammed his cock against my inner sphincter until he came deep into my gut. He hold me by my collar while gaining his breath, shutting off my breath until he slowly pulled out of me. He stuffed his shirt under my pelvis to avoid messing the carpet then collapsed on top of me, pushing me to the floor under him.
Like a newly wed, he picked me up and carried me up to our room and laid me on our bed.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Full House
Everyone is together again. The house is full and all the animals are safe in their new home. The new arrivals were comforted as we humans are to be together again.
The boy is out playing with the animals, charging and chasing them to get them to exercise and mingle. He takes time to curry each one to let them know that he is there to take care of him. He and I have our hands full because the guys have the day off tomorrow after working like slaves to make sure everything in California got cleared out properly.
The boy is out playing with the animals, charging and chasing them to get them to exercise and mingle. He takes time to curry each one to let them know that he is there to take care of him. He and I have our hands full because the guys have the day off tomorrow after working like slaves to make sure everything in California got cleared out properly.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Shit on the Soles of Our Boots
It seems that we're in a state of semi-controlled turmoil. First came the animals on Friday of last week. It took a lot of TLC to calm them down. Their dog companions were hyper-vigilant and of course, half of the geese made the trip. They kept us awake all night with their barking and squawking. I ended up going out to the barn to sleep once I got all the animals into their stalls. It was the only way that I could help them adjust to their new digs.
I let them out into the corral and cleaned the barn then went in to sleep a few hours. We had a much quieter night on Saturday.
Sunday was very quiet but there was still a sense of turmoil. We went in to town for brunch and then came home to tried to connect the satellite system inside the house. Christian's expertise in electronics made the wired maze in the electronics room fathomable.
The reindeer arrived yesterday along with the horses. The horses shook off the cramped trip by running in circle but the reindeer were jumping and hopping skittishly so that if they were in full rack they most certainly would have damaged each other.
We're all exhausted, animals and humans alike. We have little interest in kink but we manage vanilla sex a couple times each day.
Jason and Tony flew in today after helping to ship the last of the geese and the remaining two dogs. Butch and Daniel come on Saturday after the truck without household junk gets on it's way and the keys are turned over to the new owners.
I think that with all of us working together that we should start to feel settled within a few weeks. I know one thing for sure. It will be good to get a decent meal once Tony has the kitchen set up.
I let them out into the corral and cleaned the barn then went in to sleep a few hours. We had a much quieter night on Saturday.
Sunday was very quiet but there was still a sense of turmoil. We went in to town for brunch and then came home to tried to connect the satellite system inside the house. Christian's expertise in electronics made the wired maze in the electronics room fathomable.
The reindeer arrived yesterday along with the horses. The horses shook off the cramped trip by running in circle but the reindeer were jumping and hopping skittishly so that if they were in full rack they most certainly would have damaged each other.
We're all exhausted, animals and humans alike. We have little interest in kink but we manage vanilla sex a couple times each day.
Jason and Tony flew in today after helping to ship the last of the geese and the remaining two dogs. Butch and Daniel come on Saturday after the truck without household junk gets on it's way and the keys are turned over to the new owners.
I think that with all of us working together that we should start to feel settled within a few weeks. I know one thing for sure. It will be good to get a decent meal once Tony has the kitchen set up.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
It Feels Like a New Chapter
Chapter 2
This feels like a new chapter in our lives. Odd, it seems like such a short time since it began and still, it feels like it always was. I'm finding new music and new places that inspire me. I' enjoying the kitchen and the vast open spaces outside of it as I look out over the valley.
Master is every where that I am. We're talking and silent together with no place in particular to go. Every touch is sex. We spent a long morning of wakefulness in bed together this morning, leaving pools of spunk to dry in the sheets and rope trailing from the side of the bed.
This feels like a new chapter in our lives. Odd, it seems like such a short time since it began and still, it feels like it always was. I'm finding new music and new places that inspire me. I' enjoying the kitchen and the vast open spaces outside of it as I look out over the valley.
Master is every where that I am. We're talking and silent together with no place in particular to go. Every touch is sex. We spent a long morning of wakefulness in bed together this morning, leaving pools of spunk to dry in the sheets and rope trailing from the side of the bed.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
A Change of Plans
I made dinner this evening. I went into town and bought a big enameled cast iron pot, a bag of huge yellow onions, organic vegetable broth, Worcestershire sauce, fresh thyme, dry white wine, baguette and well aged gruyere cheese and made French Onion Soup. My no-longer secret ingredient is to use mushroom demi glaze to give the broth a more intense meaty flavor. I was happily surprised by the selection in the local market when I found mushroom demi glaze and a really nice gruyere.
We were originally planning to fly home today but as usual plans are meant to be flexible. Master and I woke up to a chorus of barking dogs early this morning. They made a huge clatter as they pawed at the door. Christian loaded his SUV with Tommy, Buddha, Sancho, Pancho, Red and the puppy and drove them across a thousand miles of mountains. He also brought a few changes of clothes and my shit kickers.
The dogs knocked me down and kissed me from head to toe then went skittering around the hardwood floors inspecting the house.
We're staying in the new digs while Butch and the guys supervise the move from the ranch. The new owners are already taking over the vineyards and orchards.
To answer the question about acclimating the animals to the new home. There is a barn made of logs and a stable. They both have heating units for emergencies but all of the animals originally came from cold climates. The Lama and Alpaca are native to the Andes. The Cows form the highlands of Scotland. The horses are from Iceland, Reindeer from Nordic Countries. The goats are fluffy and the geese will definitely know where to go in extreme cold and at night. The Great Pyrenees, with their great fluffy coats prefer the cold. One of the reasons we're rushing the move is to allow all of us, people and animals to adjust to the climate as it changes for the winter.
I think you might be noticing that we're not talking about sex or kink these days. Rest assured, we're still getting nasty but we have decided to cool that conversation a little, especially with all that has been going on in our lives. We'll have a big party when all the toys arrive and we'll visit Denver as often as we visited Sam Francisco. We're selling the San Francisco condo and buying a building in Denver. This building is a big unfinished conversion from an industrial building with enough room and privacy to have a playroom.
We were originally planning to fly home today but as usual plans are meant to be flexible. Master and I woke up to a chorus of barking dogs early this morning. They made a huge clatter as they pawed at the door. Christian loaded his SUV with Tommy, Buddha, Sancho, Pancho, Red and the puppy and drove them across a thousand miles of mountains. He also brought a few changes of clothes and my shit kickers.
The dogs knocked me down and kissed me from head to toe then went skittering around the hardwood floors inspecting the house.
We're staying in the new digs while Butch and the guys supervise the move from the ranch. The new owners are already taking over the vineyards and orchards.
To answer the question about acclimating the animals to the new home. There is a barn made of logs and a stable. They both have heating units for emergencies but all of the animals originally came from cold climates. The Lama and Alpaca are native to the Andes. The Cows form the highlands of Scotland. The horses are from Iceland, Reindeer from Nordic Countries. The goats are fluffy and the geese will definitely know where to go in extreme cold and at night. The Great Pyrenees, with their great fluffy coats prefer the cold. One of the reasons we're rushing the move is to allow all of us, people and animals to adjust to the climate as it changes for the winter.
I think you might be noticing that we're not talking about sex or kink these days. Rest assured, we're still getting nasty but we have decided to cool that conversation a little, especially with all that has been going on in our lives. We'll have a big party when all the toys arrive and we'll visit Denver as often as we visited Sam Francisco. We're selling the San Francisco condo and buying a building in Denver. This building is a big unfinished conversion from an industrial building with enough room and privacy to have a playroom.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Traveling, Water and Mountains.
As I said, I grew up on the shore of Lake Michigan. It is one of the Great Lakes. A quick walk down the embankment and a turn of the key brought me to the beach. The sand is like silk and the water is usually very cold. We had a pool outside of the kitchen door so that is where I usually swam. An eight foot high wall surrounded the property.
The sounds of the waves ranged from gentle lapping on the shore to raging waves that were deafening if the windows were open. I grew up drinking and bathing in the water from the lake so until I moved away, it made up a major portion of my body.
Our new house is on a mountain side. Nearly at the top. We face the southwest with eastern exposure. We overlook an isolated valley. I have always loved mountains. I love skiing, climbing and hiking. I went out running yesterday. It was definitely a challenge with the thinner air and the climb back up the road toward home.
The house is almost entirely log construction inside and out except for parts of bathrooms and a large part of the kitchen where the walls are painted and tiled in the food preparation area. The backsplash and counter tops are man made quartz that looks like slate with a honed surface. The cabinets are custom made shaker cabinets without pulls or knobs on them. They open by pressing on the doors and have a hidden ridge on the drawers. We are building a ceiling cabinet with the same materials to increase storage. It will look like a paneled wall. A large harvest table flanked by benches will bring the family together in the kitchen for most meals.
We hired a decorator in Denver to furnish the house. Except for three bedrooms, it is a blank slate. My only direction is to make sure that it has western influence and masculine without being overbearing. I love Pendleton tribal blankets so we're making sure that they are distributed throughout the house.
Art work comes from our collection and we're taking a couple of painting that my uncle did. The rest of what is left of his collection stays with the house.
As far as the animals. It is about an 18 hour drive. They are coming in groups by air conditioned trucks via experienced livestock movers. They will come straight through with stops for gas and food. They will be loaded in the morning and arrive during the daylight hours the next day.
Yes, I got to be the scapegoat the other day. Master gave me a good beating followed by a night of intense sex.
I had a migraine this morning to I crashed in the darkest of the furnished bedrooms. Master officiated while the decorators worked. He even made dinner for me and served me in the bedroom. It was awkward but I truly enjoyed his affection. He made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches and warmed cream of corn soup from a box. He also made a small salad of spring greens.
The sounds of the waves ranged from gentle lapping on the shore to raging waves that were deafening if the windows were open. I grew up drinking and bathing in the water from the lake so until I moved away, it made up a major portion of my body.
Our new house is on a mountain side. Nearly at the top. We face the southwest with eastern exposure. We overlook an isolated valley. I have always loved mountains. I love skiing, climbing and hiking. I went out running yesterday. It was definitely a challenge with the thinner air and the climb back up the road toward home.
The house is almost entirely log construction inside and out except for parts of bathrooms and a large part of the kitchen where the walls are painted and tiled in the food preparation area. The backsplash and counter tops are man made quartz that looks like slate with a honed surface. The cabinets are custom made shaker cabinets without pulls or knobs on them. They open by pressing on the doors and have a hidden ridge on the drawers. We are building a ceiling cabinet with the same materials to increase storage. It will look like a paneled wall. A large harvest table flanked by benches will bring the family together in the kitchen for most meals.
We hired a decorator in Denver to furnish the house. Except for three bedrooms, it is a blank slate. My only direction is to make sure that it has western influence and masculine without being overbearing. I love Pendleton tribal blankets so we're making sure that they are distributed throughout the house.
Art work comes from our collection and we're taking a couple of painting that my uncle did. The rest of what is left of his collection stays with the house.
As far as the animals. It is about an 18 hour drive. They are coming in groups by air conditioned trucks via experienced livestock movers. They will come straight through with stops for gas and food. They will be loaded in the morning and arrive during the daylight hours the next day.
Yes, I got to be the scapegoat the other day. Master gave me a good beating followed by a night of intense sex.
I had a migraine this morning to I crashed in the darkest of the furnished bedrooms. Master officiated while the decorators worked. He even made dinner for me and served me in the bedroom. It was awkward but I truly enjoyed his affection. He made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches and warmed cream of corn soup from a box. He also made a small salad of spring greens.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
21 Days of Chastity
The number of days of having this chastity belt locked on my body slowly grows. My trip through airport security was a minor ordeal. I no longer feel embarrassed by the inspections or rude commentary. It's usually the black women who make the crazy comments, usually involving getting a chastity belt for their boyfriends or husbands. For me, I have mixed feelings about it. It makes and keeps me horny, frustrates me and sometimes, using the toilet can be messy.
Master takes it off from time to time so I can clean and so that he can inspect me for any problems. The other day after my run, he removed it for a couple hours but I had my hands tied behind my back. Besides, he doesn't want me to touch myself. I wouldn't disobey him.
So, we got up early. We were dying for an espresso but of course, there is no machine or cups. (It shows how well this trip was planned.) We drove into town and found a diner then drove to Denver to shop at Crate and Barrel. We bought china, glassware, flatware and a cook set. As we were driving home, it occurred to us that we have all this stuff in California, being boxed for the move. We should have gotten paper plates and plastic cups and flatware to hold us for the few days that we'll be here. Oh well, Tony won't mind the extra gear. Master told me that he was going to take his belt to me when we get home for allowing us to be so foolish. (Any excuse!!!!!!!!!)
Master takes it off from time to time so I can clean and so that he can inspect me for any problems. The other day after my run, he removed it for a couple hours but I had my hands tied behind my back. Besides, he doesn't want me to touch myself. I wouldn't disobey him.
So, we got up early. We were dying for an espresso but of course, there is no machine or cups. (It shows how well this trip was planned.) We drove into town and found a diner then drove to Denver to shop at Crate and Barrel. We bought china, glassware, flatware and a cook set. As we were driving home, it occurred to us that we have all this stuff in California, being boxed for the move. We should have gotten paper plates and plastic cups and flatware to hold us for the few days that we'll be here. Oh well, Tony won't mind the extra gear. Master told me that he was going to take his belt to me when we get home for allowing us to be so foolish. (Any excuse!!!!!!!!!)
Friday, July 3, 2015
Spinning in Circles
We're in for the night. We stopped at a supermarket outside of Denver on our way to our new home then stopped at a restaurant. We bought groceries then realized we can't do anything with them because we have no pots, pans or dishes. So we're going out for breakfast tomorrow.
We snacked on gluten free sunflower seed bread, Brie and Fig or Lingenberry jam. We used our fingers to spread the brie and jam on the bread. It was quite messy. We also forgot to bring towels with us so we have to air dry after our showers. We'll be making a buying trip tomorrow.
Aside from practicality, everything is wonderful and beautiful.
I fell asleep on the plane thinking anxiously about seeing the house and moving. I was half hoping that something would happen that would cause our buyer to ask us to keep our house and return his money. But it's all a done deal. Even though it's too late to bother thinking about it, I regret leaving the vineyard and olive grove behind. More than that, I regret having build my studio and then not getting to use it before abandoning it. Oh well, we can build a new and better work space.
The aroma of cedar was intoxicating the moment we stepped into the house. The air is completely clean having been built entirely of natural materials. It was warm during the day but we'll be able to throw the windows and doors on the second and third floor wide open. We were warned to close the first floor at night to keep marauding wild animals from coming in for a visit.
Master has gone off to bed already. I think I'll go off to be with him. Luckily, the designer made a bed for us.
We snacked on gluten free sunflower seed bread, Brie and Fig or Lingenberry jam. We used our fingers to spread the brie and jam on the bread. It was quite messy. We also forgot to bring towels with us so we have to air dry after our showers. We'll be making a buying trip tomorrow.
Aside from practicality, everything is wonderful and beautiful.
I fell asleep on the plane thinking anxiously about seeing the house and moving. I was half hoping that something would happen that would cause our buyer to ask us to keep our house and return his money. But it's all a done deal. Even though it's too late to bother thinking about it, I regret leaving the vineyard and olive grove behind. More than that, I regret having build my studio and then not getting to use it before abandoning it. Oh well, we can build a new and better work space.
The aroma of cedar was intoxicating the moment we stepped into the house. The air is completely clean having been built entirely of natural materials. It was warm during the day but we'll be able to throw the windows and doors on the second and third floor wide open. We were warned to close the first floor at night to keep marauding wild animals from coming in for a visit.
Master has gone off to bed already. I think I'll go off to be with him. Luckily, the designer made a bed for us.
Happy Independents Day!
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Running
I went for a long run yesterday. I listened to Antony and the Johnsons during my run and got lost in the music.
https://vimeo.com/27741401
As a result, I didn't pay attention to where I was going or how I felt. I ran nearly thirty miles before I started feeling tired. I had my trusty water supply, cell phone and credit card with me to I stopped to rest, had something to drink and started running back, very slowly. Master came to the rescue thanks to GPS.
Food. To answer the question. "Why do you deny yourself food"". I don't deny myself food. I have no aversions to food and there is no apparent reason for not having an appetite. I eat well and the food that I eat is nutrient dense. It's just that I rarely have a sensation of hunger so I eat at regular times so that I know it's time to eat. Sometimes, I get so involved with something that I forget to eat but drink abundant amounts of water or tea and sometime coffee and wine. I'm fussy about tea, coffee and wine so water is my drink of choice. I watch alcohol consumption because my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and it messes with my blood sugar. I love gin and tonic without the gin.
TO PROVE A POINT
I ate a 10 ounce filet of beef, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and French onion soup last night. For lunch today, I had a large turkey sandwich with avocado, field greens, heirloom tomatoes, uncured bacon and a bowl of vegetable soup. This was a very large and untypical amount of meat for me to eat and I watch the kind of carbs that I consume and avoid refined and artificial sweeteners so I rarely eat desert, except dark, dark chocolate.
Yes, the new house already has a small attached greenhouse with raised insulated planting beds. We'll be able to garden about 8 months of the year. Speaking of the new house, we are leaving early tomorrow to spend a few days in house.
https://vimeo.com/27741401
As a result, I didn't pay attention to where I was going or how I felt. I ran nearly thirty miles before I started feeling tired. I had my trusty water supply, cell phone and credit card with me to I stopped to rest, had something to drink and started running back, very slowly. Master came to the rescue thanks to GPS.
Food. To answer the question. "Why do you deny yourself food"". I don't deny myself food. I have no aversions to food and there is no apparent reason for not having an appetite. I eat well and the food that I eat is nutrient dense. It's just that I rarely have a sensation of hunger so I eat at regular times so that I know it's time to eat. Sometimes, I get so involved with something that I forget to eat but drink abundant amounts of water or tea and sometime coffee and wine. I'm fussy about tea, coffee and wine so water is my drink of choice. I watch alcohol consumption because my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and it messes with my blood sugar. I love gin and tonic without the gin.
TO PROVE A POINT
I ate a 10 ounce filet of beef, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and French onion soup last night. For lunch today, I had a large turkey sandwich with avocado, field greens, heirloom tomatoes, uncured bacon and a bowl of vegetable soup. This was a very large and untypical amount of meat for me to eat and I watch the kind of carbs that I consume and avoid refined and artificial sweeteners so I rarely eat desert, except dark, dark chocolate.
Yes, the new house already has a small attached greenhouse with raised insulated planting beds. We'll be able to garden about 8 months of the year. Speaking of the new house, we are leaving early tomorrow to spend a few days in house.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Extreme Punishment!?
My Dad never hit me but the punishment he inflicted was harsh. I spent many long hours sitting in a chair, facing him in his chair while he lectured me about my error and the effect that my behavior had on other people as well as on myself. He never made a disparaging remark about me but concentrated on making a poor decision. Then there were the long hours that I spent sitting in the chair, in silence, thinking about what I had done or how I hated my dad or trying to figure out how to pass the time. (I never hated my Da, he was my hero and I loved him and loved being with him.) Boredom and not being allowed to do anything until Da decided I was well punished was agonizing.
And so that's the approach Christian used except that he didn't lecture the slave. He sat quietly in the corner of the room working while the slave laid on the table anticipating a physical punishment. Christian allowed him to get up to defecate and piss before he came up to bed, leaving the slave to lay face down on the table, waiting. Christian took his breakfast down to the punishment room and ate it there. He did the same at lunch. Finally, when he was done eating, he told the slave that his punishment was complete and that he expected not to have this conversation again. The slave cleared the dishes and brought them up to the kitchen.
He cleaned himself up and went outside to work, having not eaten for twenty-four hours. Butch caught a glimpse and realized that the slave was sluggish and slow and that he was showing signs that he needed to eat to bring his energy up.
It is done and over with.
Yeah, the boy is borderline ADHD he is an adult who has gone through one crisis after another over his lifetime. We talk about it from time to time and he realizes the need to cut those residual negative feelings off and focus on the present and his dreams for the future. He's a bit out of sorts by moving but happy at the same time. We're moving to a new home in a place where there are no family ties or memories. He made a killing on the sale of this property and unloading the fears of living with earthquakes, water shortages and paying high taxes that support the migrants.
He won't need medication, he has me and his entire family working together with him.
And so that's the approach Christian used except that he didn't lecture the slave. He sat quietly in the corner of the room working while the slave laid on the table anticipating a physical punishment. Christian allowed him to get up to defecate and piss before he came up to bed, leaving the slave to lay face down on the table, waiting. Christian took his breakfast down to the punishment room and ate it there. He did the same at lunch. Finally, when he was done eating, he told the slave that his punishment was complete and that he expected not to have this conversation again. The slave cleared the dishes and brought them up to the kitchen.
He cleaned himself up and went outside to work, having not eaten for twenty-four hours. Butch caught a glimpse and realized that the slave was sluggish and slow and that he was showing signs that he needed to eat to bring his energy up.
It is done and over with.
Yeah, the boy is borderline ADHD he is an adult who has gone through one crisis after another over his lifetime. We talk about it from time to time and he realizes the need to cut those residual negative feelings off and focus on the present and his dreams for the future. He's a bit out of sorts by moving but happy at the same time. We're moving to a new home in a place where there are no family ties or memories. He made a killing on the sale of this property and unloading the fears of living with earthquakes, water shortages and paying high taxes that support the migrants.
He won't need medication, he has me and his entire family working together with him.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Punishment
I usually do not talk about this sort of thing.
The slave thoughtlessly began to talk about objectification and being treated more harshly as a slave. Christian stopped the conversation within moments. He looked at me and I shook my head in affirmation. Christian grabbed the slave by his collar and dragged him to the punishment room and ordered him to lay on the bench and remain there until his punishment was carried out. He's been waiting there for several hours.
The subject of objectification and harsher treatment is strictly forbidden because the last time he started that bull shit, it got out of hand and screwed things up around here for a while. Christian stopped him that time when he dragged him down to the punishment in the middle of the night and nearly skinned him alive then tortured him to tears and beyond. Christian warned him then. "You're stepping way out of line and you're hurting everyone, worst of all, your Master".
Christian took the responsibility of punishing the slave at that point simply to separate punishment from play.
Christian likes to torment the kid by making him anticipate what he will do, partially to plan what he will do to him.
Christian can be ruthless and frankly frightening for the boy, especially since slave and I got married. Christian stopped thinking of him as his employer so it removed the skirting's of taboo over punishing a boss.
The slave thoughtlessly began to talk about objectification and being treated more harshly as a slave. Christian stopped the conversation within moments. He looked at me and I shook my head in affirmation. Christian grabbed the slave by his collar and dragged him to the punishment room and ordered him to lay on the bench and remain there until his punishment was carried out. He's been waiting there for several hours.
The subject of objectification and harsher treatment is strictly forbidden because the last time he started that bull shit, it got out of hand and screwed things up around here for a while. Christian stopped him that time when he dragged him down to the punishment in the middle of the night and nearly skinned him alive then tortured him to tears and beyond. Christian warned him then. "You're stepping way out of line and you're hurting everyone, worst of all, your Master".
Christian took the responsibility of punishing the slave at that point simply to separate punishment from play.
Christian likes to torment the kid by making him anticipate what he will do, partially to plan what he will do to him.
Christian can be ruthless and frankly frightening for the boy, especially since slave and I got married. Christian stopped thinking of him as his employer so it removed the skirting's of taboo over punishing a boss.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The Great Wave Off Kanagawa Tattoo
The Great Wave Tattoo was completed and it is healed. It's about ten inches in diameter. Like many people who get a tattoo, one is never enough. The artist talked me (and mostly Master) to allow him to continue his work. He is working from the center (the wave). The rest of the work will be entirely original work designed by him. It's a process and a dream that is coming true, thanks to Master's permission and encouragement (big switch in his attitude).
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Our new home is on a mountainside that overlooks a valley. It snows in the winter and warms during the spring and summer. We own a large portion of the valley, the rest is part of a national forest. The house is a log structure with large windows facing the valley. There is no true swimming pool. That was hard to give up.
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http://www.horimyo.com/
Our new home is on a mountainside that overlooks a valley. It snows in the winter and warms during the spring and summer. We own a large portion of the valley, the rest is part of a national forest. The house is a log structure with large windows facing the valley. There is no true swimming pool. That was hard to give up.
The brand and tattoos
The brand has healed without complication. It was the third time. This time it should finally scar without fading.
The tattoo is a process like any large piece. It's being done in traditional Japanese technique so it takes longer and it is more painful than modern needles. We're going to Japan in August for five days after the move is completed.
The biggest and most difficult part of the move is transporting the all the animals during the summer heat but we found a mover who can do it in cooled semi-trailers. The furniture is original to the house so that is staying behind.
Nothing is as difficult as we thought it would be. boy and I are taking a weekend trip during the holiday to check the progress of the few changes that we're making then we can start the actual move.
The whole reason for keeping the boy locked in chastity is to keep him frustrated and uncomfortable. It has also done wonders to make him even more submissive and compliant. Don't worry, I check him every time I un-belt him so I can get into his ass.
The tattoo is a process like any large piece. It's being done in traditional Japanese technique so it takes longer and it is more painful than modern needles. We're going to Japan in August for five days after the move is completed.
The biggest and most difficult part of the move is transporting the all the animals during the summer heat but we found a mover who can do it in cooled semi-trailers. The furniture is original to the house so that is staying behind.
Nothing is as difficult as we thought it would be. boy and I are taking a weekend trip during the holiday to check the progress of the few changes that we're making then we can start the actual move.
The whole reason for keeping the boy locked in chastity is to keep him frustrated and uncomfortable. It has also done wonders to make him even more submissive and compliant. Don't worry, I check him every time I un-belt him so I can get into his ass.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
14 Days of Chastity But who is Really Counting
14 days of 128 Days
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
A Violent Lad -Revised
A knew a small boy who was a violent young lad. He was smaller than most of the boys in our school and he started out being the smartest of us all. Yes, he wore spectacles and we called him four-eyes. He smelled from not taking a bath and his tattered clothes were often than not, dirty. He was a friendless boy that was teased relentlessly for things that were beyond his control. Then one day he disappeared from our school and from the streets were he suffered ridicule and bullying. The only reason that anyone cared was because we had to find another victim to torment.
Years later he reappeared to me in the halls of the private military school where my parents stuck me to remove me from the bad crowd that I began to run with. He had changed and so had his name. He was Jim Jones and then he became James William Harriman because he was taken in by a relative on his mother's side and adopted. The names "Jones" was never spoken in the Harriman family after James's father murdered his mother. The old man never got tried for the crime because while he was passed out on the lounge floor, little Jimmy bashed his brains in with the very same wood base ball bat that the old man used to kill Jimmy's mother.
James had grown from his pixie sized self to a strong young man who was quiet and brooding. He was no more the boy we picked on in the primary grades. He was taller than most and had grown broad and confident under his cousin's treatments and gym practice. In fact, when James recognized me as one of his tormentors, he throttled me and nearly beat my face in with his fists.
"Hey Jimmy boy, you fuckin' changed yourself into a violent beast! I understand why you hate me and I'm sorry for treating you worse than shit. Good going ! I hope you got your revenge against me out of your way". I truly respected him after he punched me out and wanted to be his mate. It took a while but be warmed up to me and we eventually got close enough to be roomies and fuckmates.
Jimmy and I flipped to see who would fuck whom. I never admitted it then but I liked being his bitch.
James was well endowed (a bit like a horse). His uncut cock seemed to hang half way to his knees and his sack was even longer. It reminded me of a saint surrounded by a soft fleshy halo. James knew exactly how to make that cock work for him and his pleasure while trashing my hole, VIOLENTLY!
And then, James went off to the US to attend MIT. He took his violence and his cock with him but brought it back to the UK for holidays with his family. James an I met for sex when he came home. It wasn't known for years but James had a fantasy that he's been hunting down all of his primary school tormentors and beating them to death with the same baseball bat that he used to kill his father. Both boys and girls, he tied them up, fucked them then beat them until their faces were unrecognizable. Of course, he caught himself in the depth of his anger and need for revenge and talked it away with the psychiatrist who had been treating him ever since the day that his fear and anger caused him to snap and defend himself from the violence that he grew up with.
Jimmy eventually joined my gang. The would be thugs with the shaved heads embraced him and gave him a permanent "band of brothers".
I think that we gave him a family that would support him and keep him safe and sane enough to keep him from acting out his fantasy of revenge.
Years later he reappeared to me in the halls of the private military school where my parents stuck me to remove me from the bad crowd that I began to run with. He had changed and so had his name. He was Jim Jones and then he became James William Harriman because he was taken in by a relative on his mother's side and adopted. The names "Jones" was never spoken in the Harriman family after James's father murdered his mother. The old man never got tried for the crime because while he was passed out on the lounge floor, little Jimmy bashed his brains in with the very same wood base ball bat that the old man used to kill Jimmy's mother.
James had grown from his pixie sized self to a strong young man who was quiet and brooding. He was no more the boy we picked on in the primary grades. He was taller than most and had grown broad and confident under his cousin's treatments and gym practice. In fact, when James recognized me as one of his tormentors, he throttled me and nearly beat my face in with his fists.
"Hey Jimmy boy, you fuckin' changed yourself into a violent beast! I understand why you hate me and I'm sorry for treating you worse than shit. Good going ! I hope you got your revenge against me out of your way". I truly respected him after he punched me out and wanted to be his mate. It took a while but be warmed up to me and we eventually got close enough to be roomies and fuckmates.
Jimmy and I flipped to see who would fuck whom. I never admitted it then but I liked being his bitch.
James was well endowed (a bit like a horse). His uncut cock seemed to hang half way to his knees and his sack was even longer. It reminded me of a saint surrounded by a soft fleshy halo. James knew exactly how to make that cock work for him and his pleasure while trashing my hole, VIOLENTLY!
And then, James went off to the US to attend MIT. He took his violence and his cock with him but brought it back to the UK for holidays with his family. James an I met for sex when he came home. It wasn't known for years but James had a fantasy that he's been hunting down all of his primary school tormentors and beating them to death with the same baseball bat that he used to kill his father. Both boys and girls, he tied them up, fucked them then beat them until their faces were unrecognizable. Of course, he caught himself in the depth of his anger and need for revenge and talked it away with the psychiatrist who had been treating him ever since the day that his fear and anger caused him to snap and defend himself from the violence that he grew up with.
Jimmy eventually joined my gang. The would be thugs with the shaved heads embraced him and gave him a permanent "band of brothers".
I think that we gave him a family that would support him and keep him safe and sane enough to keep him from acting out his fantasy of revenge.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
slave, or is it Slave?
We're in the dungeon. My slave is bound with his arms painfully cinched high at his back. He is forced to stand high on his toes by the noose around his neck. His entire body is shaking from muscle strain. My cum is leaking around the long plug that I brutally shoved up his ass after fucking him. I know that a lessor man would drop to the flat of his feet but my slave is totally focused on my pleasure. He will stand until every ounce of his strength has gone then pass out.
I will grab him just before he drops, lift his body with my left arm the free him with my right. I will lay him down the rip the plug from his ass so that I can fuck him again until he regains consciousness. This is not a game that we play often because it is dangerous.
Butch and Christian will stand watch in case I need their help or see that I am playing too close to the edge. As the slave becomes more alert, he will realize that his family is using him and each other to celebrate their love by giving of themselves.
I will grab him just before he drops, lift his body with my left arm the free him with my right. I will lay him down the rip the plug from his ass so that I can fuck him again until he regains consciousness. This is not a game that we play often because it is dangerous.
Butch and Christian will stand watch in case I need their help or see that I am playing too close to the edge. As the slave becomes more alert, he will realize that his family is using him and each other to celebrate their love by giving of themselves.
Monday, June 22, 2015
Answer to Anonymous
Thanks for your message and you kind words. We're not quitting the blog, we'll just be slowing down while we are busy with other activities.
We are happy here on the ranch but sometimes there are just too many "ghosts" wandering the property. Our decision comes after purchasing the adjacent property then getting a very good offer from a developer. This house is a historic piece of architecture and there is a natural cave under part of the property that is wonderful for anyone wanting to set up wine production.
Also, with the move, we hope that we will spend more time at home.
We are happy here on the ranch but sometimes there are just too many "ghosts" wandering the property. Our decision comes after purchasing the adjacent property then getting a very good offer from a developer. This house is a historic piece of architecture and there is a natural cave under part of the property that is wonderful for anyone wanting to set up wine production.
Also, with the move, we hope that we will spend more time at home.
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