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.

Resentment

I was standing a the kitchen counter eating an apple and talking to Tony when Master quietly walked up behind me and grabbed me. He began walking me out of the room toward the hallway that leads to our bedroom. I felt overwhelming resentment at that moment, wanting to resist him but he held tight. My feeling of resentment became confused by the realization that I also felt excited by the fact that he is much stronger than I am and that he was overpowering me. I felt myself fussing into his hand and his body. I quickly put my in above my head, breaking his hold and then threw myself into him. He took me to the floor and we never made it to the bedroom. He took me right there, on the floor.

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Master unlocked my chastity belt and hung it over the bed canopy rail some weeks a go. He read and article in Men's Health called "Use it or lose it". It stated that men's penises shrunk when not used regularly. It talked about the fact that most men got erections during the Rem Cycle of sleep.  The article and the fact that I am/was prevented from getting an erection most of the time concerned him. His goal was never to negate my sexuality but to keep me continuously frustrated.

That being said and done, he decided to modify my penis instead. I already had a P.A. that was useless because wearing jewelry in it was irritating because the tissue there never toughened up after healing. Jewelry or padlocks worn in conjunction of a chastity tube was okay because the jewelry had the support of the tube. So, he had my penis pierced with an Apadravya. OUCH!  He hasn't played with my cock since but it's nearly time.

We are in Wisconsin. Rather than rent a trailer, we bought a cargo van for the ranch from a dealer in Milwaukee and a pile of cargo blankets and gym mats to give our new pets a comfortable place to spend the days  traveling home. I'm excited about going to pick them up tomorrow morning and the adventure of getting the deer to know and trust us.

Horny Mind

I'm taking a horny mind break before lunch. I'll be switching from animal mode to artist.

I keep thinking of having my hands restrained behind my back, gagged and blindfolded with a tight fitting leather blindfold. I need to get off but it's unlikely Master is not in the mood to let me orgasm much less allow me to cum.

I'm a little confused by his thoughts about chastity. I likes to lead me to orgasm and loves it when I cum but lately, he's been talking about permanent chastity that requires a urethral reroute and a large ring that travels the length of the urethra. The scary thing is that he knows a urologist who would love to do it when we go to Europe in December.

I'm not voicing a desire on this. It is his choice to make

The Coversation

Jeff has been with us for a few days now. His hands are getting calloused and he is at last, going to bed and staying asleep most of the night. The sun and work is putting color back in his cheeks and he is eating full meals. This is like bringing Tommy home. I takes constant love, training, praise and a soft voice to build his confidence in us.

He has known for sometime that I belong to Master although he didn't understand that it was possible to live this lifestyle full time of everyday. He is thinking about, hoping about Christian taking him in. He asked "how do you know when", he wasn't given time to complete his question.

Master said "I knew the first time, the first day that he came to me. He was scarred, eager to please and a little beguiling. He seemed more interested in giving me what I wanted instead of the usual "do me" attitude that most boys that I played with displayed. He was immediately submissive while showing strength of character. He took what I gave him and he turned it to ecstasy someplace in his disturbed perverted mind." Master went on, describing me on the day I became his "object" for thirty days.

Christian sat at a far-away end of the dining table with a gentle smile on his face. I doubt that he will take Jeff beyond straightening his life out but I hope I am wrong.

Joe makes sunflower seed bread for us. It's a soft ancient grain bread that is loaded with sunflower seeds then finished by being rolled in sunflower seed before being baked. He made one of my favorite things for lunch today. His sunflower seed bread topped with turkey breast, romaine leaves, avocado spread and tomatoes with baked waffle fries mad or real potatoes. It's simple but I really love the flavors because everything is truly farm fresh. I always want more bread but I am most often denied.

I took my horses out early this morning. We went for a wild charge across the field to the gully at the far west of the property. I found wild raspberries. I took my t-shirt off and used it to collect the berries. This is my second July here and the first that I discovered the berries.