That is Exactly What I Did.

object suffered in darkness until after dinner before I brought him upstairs to the shower to wash him then flushed his ass and guts out. Gallons of foam washed his filth down the drain. He was so grateful
for the warmth of the shower and my attention. His little yellow dog Tommy waited impatiently outside of the shower for his boy to give him attention. I brought the boy out to watch a movie with the family. He made a feeble attempt to worship my feet but slipped into deep sleep surrounded by heaps of white canine fur who were all snoring loudly. I covered the boy with a blanket and left him sleep. Tommy lifted his snout to watch me then placed his chin on the boys face and closed his eyes.

Things didn't work out as I planned. I'd been fondling my cock all day thinking of taking the object to bed with me to fuck him and then fall asleep still inside of him. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable laying there amidst his adoring k-9 elite guard puppies that I couldn't bear to disturb them.  I had a great horny day, I'll just finish it off giving pleasure to myself.

Mind Games

Tony,

You are absolutely correct in your thoughts as I read them. We are playing a mind game so it is absolutely essential to monitor the object closely. I have Christian, Butch and the entire family monitoring the boy and me to make sure I do not hurt him or damage our relationship. They are all stakeholders and have vested interest, besides being family. Because of them, Trace and I can push each other beyond what we could without them. I may be the boss but any one of them can step in to stop this if they see something going wrong.

Do I think this will make our relationship stronger? Yes!
Is the boy strong enough to handle himself even as an object? Yes!
Can he be broken? Not easily.  I don't like breaking my toys and thus the safe guards of family are paramount.


Morning update.
Object is sleeping peacefully on his mattress with his blanket covering him. He appeared to be dreaming because he had a gentle smile on his face. He appears to be acquiescing to his extreme bondage as he learns to position himself to find some bit of comfort. As he often does, he has expressed that he would like to have even less freedom. But hasn't spoken directly to anyone since the door of his cell was locked. We monitor sound as well visually.

I'm going to keep him isolated for at least 24 more hours.

Training the Object

Everything is random at this time. I want to keep him off balance for a while. I sat with object while it ate breakfast and we talked. It sat with his back to me and raised my hand to cover his mouth and nose and leaned back into me when I asked it how it felt. I eventually turned it around and face fucked it then left him on his knees.

It is hard to treat the person that you love most in the world as an object. This is training for me as much as it is for him.

Hooded and F83ked

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.

Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.

I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

 

 - Haruki Murakami

 

 

 

Nothing makes sense today.

I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.

 

He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.

 

Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.

 

I am horny and frustrated today. 

Unhappy Prisoner

The prisoner is apparently unhappy today. He is apathetic and not eating. Not eating is common for him so I am not worried about that but being apathetic is. He also asked to be let out of the irons twice, each time Wraith visited him today. He doesn't know this but three separate requests and a counseling and he's out. He would spoil this for himself.

He also told Wraith that he knows I am home and he wants to go home to be with me.

I am driving up to bring him home. I cannot say if he will remain in chains. If he asks to have them removed again, we'll talk and it he still wants out, Wraith will strike the rivets.

We're pushing the event planned for Saturday up to today. Wraith made a branding iron with my initials. My slave is not anticipating this but I know he wants it.

What will it mean to wear my identification for the rest of his life?

Christian returned from Germany this morning. Butch and his slave Daniel have graduated from the Chateau. Christian said that Daniel broke at one point but regained himself after a quick visit from Butch. The two of them are driving through Germany for a week then coming home.

Falling out of bed

I had a nightmare filled night last night. I actually fell out of bed and hit my head on the night stand.
It woke Master and he got out of bed to take care of me. He got me a cold bottle of water from the breakfast bar and sat next to me on the floor while I sipped it.

We went back to bed. Master fell asleep while I lay watching the clock until I finally drifted off to sleep. I dreamed again. It was my great uncle who left this property to me standing at the foot of the bed. I still question whether it was his ghost or a dream. He talked to me and told me he liked everything that I was doing to his house but said that I was missing something that is buried under the ground where we build the deck. He wanted me to get up so he could show me where it is hidden.

I woke, I think. Master was sleeping on his stomach. I lifted his arm and hid my head under his arm pit. He tightened his arm around me.

Master woke me after searching the house for me. The sun was peaking through the cloud in the east. I was in a seated in a fetal position with my arms wrapped around my knees. I was shivering from the cold.

You're sleep walking again.
I'm going find away to keep you in bed at night.

Yeah! Back to Normal

My chastity belt has gotten to be a comfort to me. It takes all responsibility for myself out of my hands but it hasn't been doing much since I'm not able to ejaculate anyway. I asked Master if he had done something to me with all this subliminal suggestion stuff that he has been subjecting me to. He said he had. "Trace, your Master wants you to cum", was his magic word. "Just to inform you slave, you can not release yourself. Only my voice will release you."

"You mean I can cum now?"

He told me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed. He said, "Hands tied" and I involuntarily crossed behind my back. He pulled me forward and gave me a bear hug. He pushed me back to begin torturing my tits with his fingers. I would never do anything to defend myself from him voluntarily anyway but he told me he would continue until I pushed his hands away. I could not free myself no matter the effort I put into it. I put my head against his chest and thanked him for taking greater control of me. He smiled and stopped assaulting my tit. He held me against his chest for the longest time. He said, "what is it that you want to ask me?".

"Master, you haven't plowed into either of my holes for a couple days, have I done something wrong?"

Master grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me into the bedroom to work me over.
Back to normal.
He tied me spread eagle on the bed, face down and drew his heavy old brown leather belt from his jeans and gave me 40 heavy whacks. It was the kind of beating that would have made scream of cry but he had not given me permission to make noise with my mouth. I gave full focus to each stroke, raising my butt to great it. My cock fought its prison and precum drizzled from the tube of the chastity belt into the bed.

He untied my ankles and folded my legs over me to the headboard and tied my ankles to the posts, spreading me open. His cock was already hard and dripping precum that he used to lubricate my hole. He climbed between my legs and looked straight into my eyes. I looked into his. He minded me that I belong to him and that he will do anything he likes to me. His eyes were intense in their gaze. I looked at his face, his hair and his weeks old beard, admiring him. I spoke without permission. Thank You Master.

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?