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.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Still Locked
I got so horny thinking about my slave that I got up and pulled him out of the cage so I could fuck him. First it's ass then his mouth. I shot a load into it twice within 15 minutes. Before I fucked it. It moved it's lips as if it wanted to say something. I switched off it's collar and allowed it to speak.
"Master, if it pleases you, you can hurt me." Then it dropped back down to it's knees and crossed it's hand behind it's back and dropped it's head.
Those words drove my mind into hyper-drive. With all that I've done to it, it tells me to ignore more limits. Pain is one thing but hurting it was a line that I will not cross. But, I can make him think I have. My nuts were on fire. It had just given up everything with nothing held as a taboo. That's why I fucked it's ass first and then shoved my dirty cock in it's throat. It wrapped his hands around my legs and bade me to go deeper into it's throat. It swallowed with my cock deep in it's throat causing a pulsing sensation that I never felt before. It was driving me wild. It sucked my cock hard so I had trouble pulling out of it's mouth.
I snapped a pair of forceps on it's tits and locked it back in it's cage with it's hands cuffed behind him through the bars. I slept on the padded bondage table so as to be close to it. He whimpered from the pain in it's tits so I got up and gave them another click and told it to be quiet or I'd tighten them again. I realized I'd forgotten to turn on the shock setting on the collar.
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I dragged it out of it's cage this morning to use it. He had that strange twisted look on his face that he gets just before a migraine. My first thought though was to quit everything and get him into bed then thought, "fuck no, he can sleep it off in the cage". I removed all the restraints except it's collar and pushed another blanket into the cage. It curled up in a fetal position and closed it's eyes. I shut the shudders over the windows to darken the dungeon then left it alone.
"Master, if it pleases you, you can hurt me." Then it dropped back down to it's knees and crossed it's hand behind it's back and dropped it's head.
Those words drove my mind into hyper-drive. With all that I've done to it, it tells me to ignore more limits. Pain is one thing but hurting it was a line that I will not cross. But, I can make him think I have. My nuts were on fire. It had just given up everything with nothing held as a taboo. That's why I fucked it's ass first and then shoved my dirty cock in it's throat. It wrapped his hands around my legs and bade me to go deeper into it's throat. It swallowed with my cock deep in it's throat causing a pulsing sensation that I never felt before. It was driving me wild. It sucked my cock hard so I had trouble pulling out of it's mouth.
I snapped a pair of forceps on it's tits and locked it back in it's cage with it's hands cuffed behind him through the bars. I slept on the padded bondage table so as to be close to it. He whimpered from the pain in it's tits so I got up and gave them another click and told it to be quiet or I'd tighten them again. I realized I'd forgotten to turn on the shock setting on the collar.
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I dragged it out of it's cage this morning to use it. He had that strange twisted look on his face that he gets just before a migraine. My first thought though was to quit everything and get him into bed then thought, "fuck no, he can sleep it off in the cage". I removed all the restraints except it's collar and pushed another blanket into the cage. It curled up in a fetal position and closed it's eyes. I shut the shudders over the windows to darken the dungeon then left it alone.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Bondage at 40,000 Feet
You might have heard of the Mile High Club. Master has that beat. How about bondage, ass beating, skull fuck and fucking at 40,000 feet.
The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.
We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.
The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.
We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Miho
We went to the mountains to visit the Miho today. The roads leading into the forests were breathtaking. The museum was crowded with western as well as Japanese tourists.
I love Japanese food, now that I've tried a few things that I was afraid of but I still stick to mostly vegetables and noodles. I'm just not a fan of rice unless it's mixed into something. I had Udon noodles with vegetable broth, garlic chive flowers and boiled egg for breakfast this morning, Ramen noodles with chicken and vegetables at mid-day. The ramen cooks make the noodles by hand. They are definitely different than the stuff we have in the U.S. The broth that they make is a matter of pride and the chefs who specialize in ramen compete with each other.
I hate sushi because of the texture of the Nori and rice but I love sashimi.
We're having some bondage fun over the weekend with a doctor who specialized in medical "torture" scenes. We invited him to dine with us in the hotel and then had a drink in our suite. He's an interesting mad who has had body completely covered with tattoo except from the neck up, below the wrists and below the ankles. He is very circumspect about exposing them or showing them off. I wouldn't have seen them either except that he and Master used my holes for a while.
I love Japanese food, now that I've tried a few things that I was afraid of but I still stick to mostly vegetables and noodles. I'm just not a fan of rice unless it's mixed into something. I had Udon noodles with vegetable broth, garlic chive flowers and boiled egg for breakfast this morning, Ramen noodles with chicken and vegetables at mid-day. The ramen cooks make the noodles by hand. They are definitely different than the stuff we have in the U.S. The broth that they make is a matter of pride and the chefs who specialize in ramen compete with each other.
I hate sushi because of the texture of the Nori and rice but I love sashimi.
We're having some bondage fun over the weekend with a doctor who specialized in medical "torture" scenes. We invited him to dine with us in the hotel and then had a drink in our suite. He's an interesting mad who has had body completely covered with tattoo except from the neck up, below the wrists and below the ankles. He is very circumspect about exposing them or showing them off. I wouldn't have seen them either except that he and Master used my holes for a while.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Atlas Shrugged
I just finished reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I had to read it in high school. My thoughts about it are radically different now than they were years ago. We've been watching Continuum on Netflix during the past week. Continuum starts out 50 years in the future in a world run by the Corporate Rights Counsel. It is interesting that my media infusions have been about fighting corporate greed.
Ayn Rand was prophetic in describing a world without shortages of resources and ruled by corporations. It seems as if it was based on the break-up of monopolies and cornered markets of the early 1900s. The prophetic part is that companies are building economic and political influences the barely skirt the definition of monopolies.
I witnessed it in my family. Grand Dad and his brother built a small company that grew rapidly after 1955. They bought a failing competitor in state then another across the country. They bought out a company in the UK and then one of the major supplier of parts. They were a family business that kept growing and buying until another larger corporation bought them. They were ready to sell because there was no family except me to take over and I had no interest. The corporation that purchased them also build jets, helicopters, and they own a huge number of other small and large companies. The Corporation is a quiet company with unbelievable holdings and political influence and many Federal contracts, most of them with the Department of Defense. There are so many corporations like this that in my paranoid thought, seem to rule the world which the average person is defenseless. I wonder if we are delusional in thinking we live in the land of the free. We're all slaves in one way or another.
Ayn Rand was prophetic in describing a world without shortages of resources and ruled by corporations. It seems as if it was based on the break-up of monopolies and cornered markets of the early 1900s. The prophetic part is that companies are building economic and political influences the barely skirt the definition of monopolies.
I witnessed it in my family. Grand Dad and his brother built a small company that grew rapidly after 1955. They bought a failing competitor in state then another across the country. They bought out a company in the UK and then one of the major supplier of parts. They were a family business that kept growing and buying until another larger corporation bought them. They were ready to sell because there was no family except me to take over and I had no interest. The corporation that purchased them also build jets, helicopters, and they own a huge number of other small and large companies. The Corporation is a quiet company with unbelievable holdings and political influence and many Federal contracts, most of them with the Department of Defense. There are so many corporations like this that in my paranoid thought, seem to rule the world which the average person is defenseless. I wonder if we are delusional in thinking we live in the land of the free. We're all slaves in one way or another.
I found this picture on tumblr the other day. I printed it and stood it up on Master's computer keyboard. Dan and I both got to try the position out.
Here's how the person who posted it described it:
"I’ve been tied like that — always with a butt plug crammed in my tight fuckhole — and then my man just uses my mouth and cums on my face. Meanwhile, I’m tied up, horny, and hard, and not able to do a thing about it."
It's exactly how it went for us. Master, Butch, Christopher and Pete all joined in to make Dan and me happy
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Skull fucked, ass Fucked and then do it all over again.
Skull fucked, ass Fucked and then do it all over again.
That is how our day began. Breakfast, work with my growing number of pets and
then a day planned in my studio.
I never made it to the studio. Master hogtied me on the
office floor and gagged me when I made too much noise while trying to free
myself. He eventually made the struggle futile with an extra piece of rope and
tightening the knots. I lay alongside his desk in silence.
He released me from the tie shortly before dinner and told
me to bend over his desk. He slid his belt out of his jeans and “punished” me
for making so much noise earlier that afternoon. His cock was spinning a thread
of pre-cum while he beat me. When he stopped, he sat back in a side chair and
had me straddle him with his cock impaling me. I started to move up and down to
fuck myself, thinking that was what he wanted. He stopped me. He wrapped his
arms around me in a bear hug and kissed me all over my face.
“Trace, I want to marry you.”
The idea never crossed my mind. I thought we were married,
better than married. I already belonged to him. How much closer could we get to
each other but this isn’t a matter of love and closeness. There are practical matters
like citizenship, taxes and defending what we are building as partners. The
first same sex marriages are taking place on March 29, 2014, it seems like a
good day to do it here.
We’re going to be a “young” married couple at the end of
March and then we’re going on a honeymoon to Japan. Our ultimate destiny is the
Miho Museum. We’re going to the U.K. to get married in April.
Is this what Master means by "wedding rings"?
All pictures are from tumblr
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Quiet day around the ranch today.
Sex as usual. I love it when Master makes a noose of his belt to use as a rein while he fucks me.
Pete made individual German Pancakes topped with fresh Blueberries for breakfast. Master and I went out with the horses today. We led them all on a wild charge across the fields. Sancho and Panza led the horses and then tired out and brought up the rear.
We beat the rain so all we had to do was curry the horses and the dogs before going into the house to spend the afternoon in a newly decorated room. It was a room that sat empty, from the time that my great uncle lived in the house. I think he may still roam the property and I don't blame him. I hope that he approves of what we do with the house.
I saw a page in a Pottery Barn Catalogue that gave me the inspiration. I had the room painted gray. It's not an ordinary gray in that it seems to glow in dim light. I put a square over dyed silk carpet in the middle of the floor and set a round glass topped steel table in the middle. I put a leather drunkards chair in each corner of the carpet and hung a huge aged mixed species antler light fixture in the middle of the room. I found the antlers piled in one of the outbuilding and took them to an artisan in town to build the fixture. The room is unadorned except for a huge wood burning fire place, although I found a photograph on Tumblr that I'd like to reproduce in large painting to hang opposite of the fireplace.
(Source: ugottobegentlewithme
Sex as usual. I love it when Master makes a noose of his belt to use as a rein while he fucks me.
Pete made individual German Pancakes topped with fresh Blueberries for breakfast. Master and I went out with the horses today. We led them all on a wild charge across the fields. Sancho and Panza led the horses and then tired out and brought up the rear.
We beat the rain so all we had to do was curry the horses and the dogs before going into the house to spend the afternoon in a newly decorated room. It was a room that sat empty, from the time that my great uncle lived in the house. I think he may still roam the property and I don't blame him. I hope that he approves of what we do with the house.
I saw a page in a Pottery Barn Catalogue that gave me the inspiration. I had the room painted gray. It's not an ordinary gray in that it seems to glow in dim light. I put a square over dyed silk carpet in the middle of the floor and set a round glass topped steel table in the middle. I put a leather drunkards chair in each corner of the carpet and hung a huge aged mixed species antler light fixture in the middle of the room. I found the antlers piled in one of the outbuilding and took them to an artisan in town to build the fixture. The room is unadorned except for a huge wood burning fire place, although I found a photograph on Tumblr that I'd like to reproduce in large painting to hang opposite of the fireplace.
(Source: ugottobegentlewithme
Does anyone know who the artist is?
I'd like to contact him.
I'd like to contact him.
So now I've had my Martha Stewart moment...
Anyway, that room is where we spent our afternoon reading, talking and sipping red wine.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Spanking
So in follow-up to being fucked both ways this morning,
Master came outside to fetch me. He was dressed in an old army green colored
T-shirt, ripped fatigues, elbow length leather gauntlets and his scuffed
Grinders carrying a black wooden paddle. The mischievous glint in his dark
brown eyes gave way to the fact that I was in for hell. He opened my jacket and
pulled up my T-shirt to gain access to my nipples. He clipped a pair of red
plastic coated metal spring clamps with off-set jaws on them.
Master led me along by using the tit clamps chain for a
leash. He took me to the playroom and tied me over a leather covered pummel
with my arms and legs secured to its legs.
He strapped a ball gag in my waiting mouth and pulled my jeans below my
knees. He played with my hole and caged cock then began to warm my ass with his
hand. The sting from his hand can be more painful that a paddle. Having him
spank me with his hands reminds me of my Grandfather and Max. I start to think
I smell the cigar smoke in Grandfather’s clothes when he held me close to him
while he administered the pre-spanking lecture. It’s weird to look back on it
as an erotic activity, especially the cupped slap on the top of my thigh.
Master worked my butt over for a long time. He never hit me
hard but the continued light slaps built a level of stimulation that was
horribly painful. He continued well after I began to moan and tears that I
couldn’t hold back were filling my eyes and then dropping onto the floor. It
was just an ass beating for no particular reason other than to get his jollies
from giving me pain.
I could see his erect cock through his tattered fatigues. It
made me feel that I was being what had drawn me to him in the first place. I
was his object to do with as he pleases.
Master ended the ass beating with a crescendo of rapid
smacks the made me struggle to get free. Master laughed maliciously. He pumped
me full of gobbing lubricant then sunk his cock into me for a long and
well-earned fuck, adding his giz to the filth and lube that ran down the inside
of my legs.
I watched a TV series while on the plane called The Arrow.
The star of the show went from an out of shape dude to a well-muscled stud
during the series. The actor had to have been actually building his body for
the show while in the process of taping it. What a fuckin’ dream boat!
One episode was about an insanely evil drug czar. He
injected his enemies with a drug that mixed from two syringes. The drug made
the victim think they were feeling over powering pain through-out his entire
body. The victims went mad and killed themselves to escape the sense of pain.
Hmmm, to a much lesser extent, it sounds interesting?
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Home Again
We got in late this afternoon. Instead of flying into San Francisco and then spending several more hours driving home, we landed at the Sonoma County Airport and drove 30 minutes to get home. No flight delays, no rude TSA and decent food.
London was difficult at best. It was almost all business and the closet thing to play was 36 hours of darkness. There was the usual early morning service. When we're stressed it almost seems like a habit rather than full blown passion.
And then we got home and everything just melted away. We had a good work out in the hot tub then joined the guys for dinner. We had pasta with vegetables and grilled wild Salmon. We had cappuccino with a shot of 65 year old James Jamison that Pete found in the wine cellar.
My rectum is quite bothersome tonight.
London was difficult at best. It was almost all business and the closet thing to play was 36 hours of darkness. There was the usual early morning service. When we're stressed it almost seems like a habit rather than full blown passion.
And then we got home and everything just melted away. We had a good work out in the hot tub then joined the guys for dinner. We had pasta with vegetables and grilled wild Salmon. We had cappuccino with a shot of 65 year old James Jamison that Pete found in the wine cellar.
My rectum is quite bothersome tonight.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Intense Bondage
Intense Bondage
Okay! I posted this
picture a couple days ago. I commented that I hoped the guy in the picture was
wearing clamps on his man tits and a collar. I don’t do it to intentionally
make a suggestion to Master but he increasing takes my commentary as some that
I’d like to experience. Master reads my
blog everyday so he knows what I am saying in it and often edits the posts if I
say something he doesn’t like.
He read my comments on the picture and decided to try me and see how long I would last.
He read my comments on the picture and decided to try me and see how long I would last.
We finished our business in the office and then Master
pulled a few pieces of rope from his desk drawer. He tied my upper arms just
above the elbows then tightened the binding until my upper arms touched. He tied my wrists and then made a Shibari type
collar with a third piece of rope. He
threw the raw end of the collar rope over the ceiling beam and tied it off so
that I was stuck to struggle in my bindings. I stood in front of his desk so
that he could watch me while he worked.
I’m fairly fit. I run thirties miles a week, work out with
the machines in our gym and do yoga. I do yoga to remain flexible for bondage
and serving Master. Having my arms
tightly bound behind me wasn’t a big deal for the first fifteen minutes but it
became tiring after that. Master upped the pain level by snapping a pair of
clover clamps on my tits. I started to
moan a little sometime later. He fed me a Viagra tablet then tightly tied my
cock and balls with another piece of roped. He went into the bathroom a soaked
a pair of his dirty underwear with piss and gagged me with it, tying it in
place with a monkey fist knot. My cock already felt like it was dribbling. It
was hard before the Viagra, it could only get harder.
Master leaned his chair back and put his hands behind his
head.
“You got yourself in a real fix there you stupid shit”, he laughed.
“You got yourself in a real fix there you stupid shit”, he laughed.
He couldn’t see my smile behind the rope gag.
The pain in my shoulders steadily grew more intense. My cock
grew harder. A steady stream of pre-cum dribbled onto the floor. I clenched my
buttock, stimulating my prostate.
“Don’t you dare come, stupid shit!”
Master rarely calls me names, I liked it.
Master rarely calls me names, I liked it.
I suddenly felt like I wanted him to take his belt off and
work my ass over with it. I was in a dilemma, I could cum without permission to
get him to beat me, but then, after cumming I wouldn’t want him to beat me. I
thought to myself, “I better not”. The funny thing was, as if by mental
telepathy, Master stood up and slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans and
reddened by ass with it. He said, “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it boy”?
I shook my head affirmatively, wondering “can he really read
my thoughts?”
Master sucked my cock after beating me then stud up and
fucked me. He beat my ass again.
My shoulders burned with pain. In fact, my entire body
burned in both pain and from being on the edge of cumming and fighting it back.
Master turned his attention to my tits. I sucked the piss out of my gag while
trying to keep from screaming. He
suddenly stopped everything. My cock was turning colors. Master untied my upper
arms and massaged my shoulders. Having his massive hands work my shoulder
muscles felt like heaven. Master turned his attention to my cock. He messaged
it, insisting that I will not cum. He slapped my cock when I screamed, “I’m
gonna cum!”. He repeated the process over and over again and then whispered,
“Let’s have it boy”. Master clamped my urethra with his fingertips preventing a
free flow of cum. I thought I was going to die.
answers to questions
I was branded the same day I got the GPS tag. The brand is a mark from the chateau. The pain while getting it is bizarre. It hurts like hell for the second or so that the branding iron touches the skin then my body went numb, as if I was in shock. They iced the burn then dressed it to keep it dry. The pain level was high for a few days then gradually faded. The brand healed and has faded so that it is almost unrecognizable. I have a strong fantasy about branding so I sort of got off on it. I like needles too.
The capsule is a GPS tag. The Chateau monitors and makes tracking information available to Masters. It's like being able to track family members on your cell phone. Without going into detail about the reason, I had a surgeon friend remove the first one. We destroyed it. It's somewhere under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We were going to leave it out but after discussing the issue, Master decided to have a new one inserted.
The capsule is a GPS tag. The Chateau monitors and makes tracking information available to Masters. It's like being able to track family members on your cell phone. Without going into detail about the reason, I had a surgeon friend remove the first one. We destroyed it. It's somewhere under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We were going to leave it out but after discussing the issue, Master decided to have a new one inserted.
image from: www.metalbondnyc.com
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Art Days
I worked in my studio yesterday and today. I'm just a naked steel collared slave wielding paint at my canvas. Master does not make demands of me when I am working except to stop long enough to sit with the family for meals.
I don't often spend two days in a row painting. I'm letting the play lists in my IPod play, which changes my cadence from time to time. Master comes in to talk and watch me work. Sancho and Panza lie on the edge of the carpet most of the time that I work. Sancho has some bright green pain on his tail.
I started another project today and I'm thinking of building a gallery/studio where our land touches the road at the bottom of our mountain too. I want to run that past Master, banker and town planner over the next week so I've been thinking of ways that it could make a positive impact on the town's people.
I writing this early today so I can wind down and serve Master with a proper mind set.
I don't often spend two days in a row painting. I'm letting the play lists in my IPod play, which changes my cadence from time to time. Master comes in to talk and watch me work. Sancho and Panza lie on the edge of the carpet most of the time that I work. Sancho has some bright green pain on his tail.
I started another project today and I'm thinking of building a gallery/studio where our land touches the road at the bottom of our mountain too. I want to run that past Master, banker and town planner over the next week so I've been thinking of ways that it could make a positive impact on the town's people.
I writing this early today so I can wind down and serve Master with a proper mind set.
This is not my work. I found it on tumbr and like it.
It reminds me of a movie that we watched on Hulu last week
called "The Man from Earth". It's essentially a commentary on
human development and how we USE religion.
I recommend that you watch it.
It reminds me of a movie that we watched on Hulu last week
called "The Man from Earth". It's essentially a commentary on
human development and how we USE religion.
I recommend that you watch it.
From Tumblr
Great Bondage!
Simple, Effective and Painful.
I like to think the guy wears a collar and
has clamps on his man tits.
I like to think the guy wears a collar and
has clamps on his man tits.
Tumblr picture
I've never been staked out on the ground.
I get my brand renewed in June. I'd love to be
staked outside before and after instead of just laying on a table.
I get my brand renewed in June. I'd love to be
staked outside before and after instead of just laying on a table.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Paris
We woke and I my first drink of the day as usual. Master frog tied me on a cocktails table and stuck his whole engorged cock up my ass. He brutally fucked me while blocking my breath with a hand over my mouth and nose. I came without permission. It escaped from my body like run away cattle breaking through their pen. Master drew his belt from his jeans and tore into my backside before fucking me again. I felt so grateful that I had difficulty expressing myself to Master.
We stopped at Arches this morning. They were kind enough to give us a short tour of the facility where they make watercolor paper and blocks. We took a plant superintendent for lunch before heading for the insanity of the streets of Paris.
We have a room at the Westin-Vendome with a view of the Eifel Tower. It's in the middle of everything. We walked to Le P'tit Troquet for dinner then came back to the hotel.
Its 3AM and I am all jazzed up after the drive and being cooped up in the car. I'd love to go outside for a walk but it's cold and damp. I guess I'll go back to bed.
We stopped at Arches this morning. They were kind enough to give us a short tour of the facility where they make watercolor paper and blocks. We took a plant superintendent for lunch before heading for the insanity of the streets of Paris.
We have a room at the Westin-Vendome with a view of the Eifel Tower. It's in the middle of everything. We walked to Le P'tit Troquet for dinner then came back to the hotel.
Its 3AM and I am all jazzed up after the drive and being cooped up in the car. I'd love to go outside for a walk but it's cold and damp. I guess I'll go back to bed.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Strasbourg
We're in Strasbourg. We found a suite at the Regent Petite. It's been since high school since I've been to Provence during the winter. We dined at a restaurant that seemed to be popular with gay people.
We sat next to a table of four guys. They were skinny guys with leather accoutrements. They were funny because they tried to be butch but they behaved more like raving queens trying to imitate tough masculine guys. They ate like birds. The portions that they shared were already small, yet they managed to leave more of their meal on the plate than they ate. They ordered one slice of cake to share for dessert. Each had a small bite and then they left the rest behind.
We saw them as they stood outside the window trying to light their cigarettes in the wind, as if their lives depended on them.
We had to laugh at their stupidity.
I zonked in the car this afternoon sometime after lunch in Stuttgart. I visited my distant cousin who is a Military Policeman somewhere near by. I just happened to catch him on his day off. He's living in what looks like 1960's military tenement housing with his wife and two kids. I think he could use my help. He wasn't very appreciative when I introduced Master as my partner but considering that he grew up brainwashed by the likes of Baptists, I can't fault him.
I hate falling asleep in the car. I miss too much of the countryside.
We checked into our hotel then Master checked into my ass and throat, relieving his bladder in and over me while we were in the shower. He napped on the sofa for a bit before we went out to eat. I watched French Television while sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa. Master wrapped his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold while nibbling on my ear and kissing me. He was horny again when he woke from his nap.
I crawled out from under him long enough to catch my breath. It's five? in the morning and much too early to stay awake.
I am babbling ?
Hey! If you want to contact me, my email is: notrace734@gmail.com
We sat next to a table of four guys. They were skinny guys with leather accoutrements. They were funny because they tried to be butch but they behaved more like raving queens trying to imitate tough masculine guys. They ate like birds. The portions that they shared were already small, yet they managed to leave more of their meal on the plate than they ate. They ordered one slice of cake to share for dessert. Each had a small bite and then they left the rest behind.
We saw them as they stood outside the window trying to light their cigarettes in the wind, as if their lives depended on them.
We had to laugh at their stupidity.
I zonked in the car this afternoon sometime after lunch in Stuttgart. I visited my distant cousin who is a Military Policeman somewhere near by. I just happened to catch him on his day off. He's living in what looks like 1960's military tenement housing with his wife and two kids. I think he could use my help. He wasn't very appreciative when I introduced Master as my partner but considering that he grew up brainwashed by the likes of Baptists, I can't fault him.
I hate falling asleep in the car. I miss too much of the countryside.
We checked into our hotel then Master checked into my ass and throat, relieving his bladder in and over me while we were in the shower. He napped on the sofa for a bit before we went out to eat. I watched French Television while sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa. Master wrapped his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold while nibbling on my ear and kissing me. He was horny again when he woke from his nap.
I crawled out from under him long enough to catch my breath. It's five? in the morning and much too early to stay awake.
I am babbling ?
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Thursday, December 5, 2013
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.
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.
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