Profoundly Cold

I can't be sure when Master bound me in the sleep sack yesterday. I doubt that he could have made it any tighter. Tiny pricks pierced or pressed into my body from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. It was agonizing at first then it seemed that pricking sensation was replaced by the intensity of the bondage and restlessness from being unable to move.  As perspiration began to dampen the ling of the bag, I felt a burning sensation that lasted for the duration of my bondage. Still, I wished for greater sensation.

Master let me out of the bag, taking his time. Release was as erotic as the bondage process. As he loosened each area, pain increased. Movement of the leather abraded my skin and the coolness of the dungeon caused my skin to reticulate. Finally, Master actually picked me up out of the bag with leather sheaved arms and hands at sat me in a nearby chair until I gained enough mental and body presence to stand.  I helped turn the bag inside out and sprayed a powdered disinfectant over the entire surface that turns residue into dust so it can be shaken or vacuumed from the surface.

We went into the house and took a long warm shower together. Master washed me then used H2Ocean to help heal my skin. We slept in clean white linen. I tried to sleep away from him to avoid the pain from what feels like a sunburn but I woke up, my body wrapped in his.

I am profoundly cold today. I cannot seem to warm up. I am tired (I wonder why). I woke to take care of Master then went outside to work until being called into brunch. 

Fucking Out of My Mind Horny

This fucking chastity belt has been driving me crazy these last few days. I'm constantly aware of my cock and my ass, most of the day when Master keeps it plugged. I don't know why the change, but I want to get out of it.

With Butch and Daniel gone, I'm getting up to make sure the new help is doing everything as expected. He's just about nailed it. When the morning work is done I go into the house to serve Master then shower. Joey makes breakfast of vegetarian food for me and a separate breakfast for the guys, including Jason, the day help. I've been drinking more coffee during the last few days than usual and feeling the desire to smoke my pipe along along side of it. Master would not allow me to have my pipe this morning so I am even more horny. He took all the smoking paraphernalia and locked it in a cabinet. I guess that is just another point of control.

We received a new toy from a friend today. I binds the hand below the wrist, forcing them palm to palm. There are four locking straps. He used the restraint to bind my hands behind my back then ordered me to stand with my nose to the wall. I looked at him wondering why, "have I done something to displease you Master?" in words unspoken.

Master knew exactly what I thinking, "No", he said, "you haven't done anything wrong. I want you to stand there and breath deeply. I want you to slow your breath and lower your pulse rate".

It was an unusual command in this situation.

I stood next to the brackets that Masters use to force Daniel and me to face the wall by locking our balls in the attached ball stretcher.

The last time they used these things, Butch connected Daniel to it then Master attached a dildo to the front of my chastity belt. They forced the dildo into Daniels ass then used a long leather strap around our chests to keep us attached to each other. Daniel took the brunt of the action.



Master left me stand, ordering not to move until told to do so while he read The Times and drank another cup of coffee and smoked a large Maduro cigar. Finally, he walked up behind me and stood there, breathing in time to my breathe.

After a long period of silence, he reach around me an began to work my tits. He massaged them and gently rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. He was angelic. My cock engorged in it's steel trap but even that felt good. Then, he snapped a pair of Japanese clover clamps on them and whispered "two hours, not a moment less".

Master had gone off to do something else, leaving me alone, standing, facing the wall with nothing more than my imagination and pain.

When he returned. He stood behind me again, doing nothing but breathing on the back of my neck then kissing my neck, shoulder and bound hands. He started torturing my tits with all the strength in his fingers. I tried to bend forward to avoid his hands and then, in the middle of the pain remembered by resolve and promise to never avoid his touch. It was written in the now burned slave contract but in my mind was still contractual. I stood straight and backed toward him.

"Good boy."

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I slept in the Sleep Sack with the Pin Pricks that night. Master started putting me in at 8:30pm. He helped me figure out how to get into with the least amount of unwanted pain. I lay in it, breathing deeply as he laced. He closed the zippers and locking them. He buckled the straps. And the moment that he stepped back to look at his work, he must have sensed my thoughts.

"You want those straps tighter. Is that what you are saying?" I looked into his eyes and he tightened all the straps then padlocked them. He did not put the hood on me for sleep. I was disappointed but he knows best.

I lay there feeling the enclosure. It was warm and it was stinging me from neck to the soles of my feet. Sweat got into some of the stings. My cock swelled and ebbed constantly. Sometimes, when the edge of my meatus touched the pins it woke me with a jolt. At times during the night, Master threw his arm over me as usual. Pushing pins deeper. I slept and woke all through the night wishing that I was any where but in the sack or wishing that Master would flip me over and open the ass zipper and fuck me. I lay silently, enjoying my agony, enjoying the fact that I had someone that I love and trust to do this sort of thing to me. I love the very fact that it keeps him happy, hard and horny.

Sleep Sack on Steroids

Pin Prick Sleep Sack

As my regular readers know, my birthday present this year was a pin prick lined sleep sack that Regie made in his London workroom. I’ve had requests for more information about it.

Master and my family and friends spared no expense on my present. It is a work of art. If not intended for more sinister purposes it is worthy of being in a museum. It weighs about forty pounds with all the straps and pin prick studs. More weight is added by the stainless steel padlocks.

The sack looks like a leather sack made by Mr.S or Fetters on steroids on the outside. It is made of heavy black cowhide on the outside and very soft thick leather on the inside. The pin pricks are attached to the soft internal lining. There is almost no space in most places that are not covered in sharp tiny protrusions. Initially, the pin pricks are not visible but the smallest amount of pressure will give the secret away. Placing a hand or smaller part of the body directly on the pin pricks will drive them deeper that when the entire body weight is spread out over them. Climbing in and out is a real pain but once enveloped, it feels like I am itching all over and that my skin is working overtime to translate all of the sensations. One moving the body, there is the same sensation as rubbing very coarse sandpaper over the skin. It is a big challenge to get the arms inside the internal sleeves because the scraping of the skin but once in, the worst of the sensations subsides until the enclosure process begins.

First, the bag is pulled up around the body while laces are pulled tightly. The pin pricks pull into the body and arms. It feels frightening. Once tightly laced outer flaps of leather lay over the laces and zippers are pulled down from the neckline to the groin and from the ankles up to the groin, tightening the bag more and also pulling the pin pricks tighter against the skin. Sixteen two inch straps are pulled tightly around the sack causing more compression. (Keep in mind that the pin pricks are an eight in long before they are driven into the leather so about 1/16^th at most is pushed in the skin. Less in most places.)

The hood went on before the descent into the sack. It is made of cowhide that matches the sack and lined with the same soft leather. There are only holes for breathing through which stiff silicon tubes are inserted to keep the nostrils open. Pin pricks cover the surface of the gag that makes contact with the tongue. The gag touches the uvula and fills the mouth. Three straps keep the pressure around the head. One goes from under the chin to the crown of the head, one over eye padding and one around the head to keep the gag from being pushed out (or to drive the gag deeper into the mouth. The hood fits under the sack collar which is locked snuggly.

I’ve only been in the sack for an hour. Once I was all in an buckled tightly, most of the feeling of sharpness was replaced by what I interpreted as a slow burn. Any attempt to move caused a new onslaught of pricking. I managed to turn onto my stomach. Holy Hell is all that I can say about that but it soon passed. The masochist in me made me try to hump the floor when I found out how (good?) it felt to drive the pricks into my cock.

Crawling out of the sack was horrible. Regie ended up opening the sack as far as it would go then flipping me on to my front side. He peeled the sack from me and then removed the hood.

The Sensations of the hood were lost. The pricks against my tongue were an irritation but nothing compared to the intensity and tightness of the hood itself. Having the silicon tubes in my nostrils blocked some of the odors around me. Someone was smoking a cigar. I could get a faint odor but I felt some of the smoke being inhaled directly into my lungs. I could actually taste it when the tubes were removed. I might be crazy but I liked it. The hood is now my favorite because it is tighter and robs the senses most of all of Master’s collection.

An important thing to remember is that I showered with something called H2Ocean. It is a product that is used to care for new piercing and tattoos. It has natural bacterial-static agents in it as well as agents that promote fast healing. I also brushed my teeth and used mouthwash (Biotene) to fight any possible bacterial invasion. 

I also used a concoction of mushroom that I get from my acupuncturist every day to help keep my natural immune system in full force.

We sprayed H2Ocean inside the sack the day after and left it open until the sweat dried.

In Pain and Exhausted

Regie is the BDSM marathon man. He moved from one torment to another without a rest. I will try to give you snippets over time. The activity that I enjoyed above all others is his fetish for sticking people with sharp objects

He had two boxes of acupuncture needles with him. He used both on me so that was two hundred needles. He played with my feet, hitting a couple spots that caused the feeling of incredible orgasms into my genitalia. It was amazing! I begged him "again please, again please until stimulation didn't work anymore. The other place that caused extreme arousal was when he turned my nipples and surrounding tissue into pin cushions. He left those in until the end of that session. He also nailed my ball sack, cock and then finally loaded my meatus. He took pictures of his work that he said he will email them to me.

I reached a plateau around mid-afternoon when first I felt completely overloaded. I suddenly wanted everything done and over. Regie continued pushing. I felt nothing but pain from the top of my head to the souls of my feet. I apparently stopped reacting, almost as if I went comatose. Regie decided I was done in and pulled everything. He let me lay on the rack making constant physical contact with me. I lay center my attention on controlling my breath, pulse and blood pressure while stroked and gently fondle me. He gave me sips of electrolyte water until I could respond again. He reached up, wanting him to tighten the restraints again but he removed them.

"Go clean up and meet me in the hot tub". I showered then walked across the drive to the pool patio. He was already sitting in the deep hot water unwinding. The hot tub is actually a large Japanese bath with effervescent bubbles instead of swirling water. I climbed in a slowly sat on the tub seat. I felt I should do something to show my appreciation for his attention. He pushed me away and told me to relax.

My entire body is sore, some places pain, others a miserable rash. I am completely spent. The plans to have me spend the night in the new sleep sack foiled. Master told me that I am taking a few days to relax, unwind and recuperate.

Lets Explain this Shit!

My slave is having a birthday coming up next Saturday. The only thing the slave wants is to go through his ultimate fantasy slave hell for an (unknown to him) period of time. In addition, he has asked for a trial period of a fantasy that he wrote about some time in the last few months. I will paste the fantasy into this document.

You will see bits about what we have done over the last five days. They are a script, that we have been following, to some extent. The dreaded corset a kink that he is exploring. He saw guys bound in corsets at a leather event before we met. One was wearing shoulder to below corset that enclosed everything, including his arms. The bloke could hardly walk. His Domme was shocking him remotely for not keeping pace with her. He got up the nerve to ask who made the bondage gear. The woman asked him if he wanted to try it but he couldn't stand the thought of having a woman touch him.
He actually loves the corset. He likes the restriction and having to struggle to breath.

Telling the whole story would kill the drama.

The slave has until the 25th before his birthday present ends.

Here's the fantasy.

Master and I have endlessly kinky minds and almost unlimited funds to buy or have things made to satisfy our kinky ideas. We also have friends who are construction contractors who find our ideas entertaining so they are always willing to work with us.

I am very sore and very horny today. The punishment was like a catharsis although intensely painful.
I am not allowed to struggle or cry out during punishment. If I were to break that rule, punishment would be extended. I can barely handle what was given. Christian administered two separate Navel Barracks Routines. One set for disobeying Master, the other for disrupting family harmony. Read about the Naval Barracks Routine.

We have a lot of discussions about “what if”, “If only, “I wonder” and so on when Master and I discuss kinky lifestyles and occurrences in our daily life. That is how he joined the Chateau. In our beginning conversations before I submitted to him for a month, I mentioned my fantasy about being taken to a location in some unknown location to be turned into a slave and then sold to a Master, never to be seen again. He told me that he actually knew of a place. It excited me but he refused to discuss the particulars. I thought he was wanking my head to excite me. It never left my memory but I didn’t think anything like that existed. Unfortunately, places like that do exist and they are rarely for pleasure. He arranged to take me there for training after he declared to me that I was his slave.

The Chateau is an on-going “what if” that I don’t enjoy but it is an important aspect of our relationship. It has taught me that some men and their slaves have strict relationships that do not share the sense of equality that exists in my relationship with Master. Some of these men are bound and stored until their owners want to entertain themselves with them. It’s frightening but also intriguing. I’ve had a taste of being objectivized. It was fun, horrifying and damn boring.

My life was horribly boring and restrictive as a child. I never went anywhere without a chaperone. Sometimes I felt like a dog on the end of a choke chain. It was for my protection from my evil and sinister mother who tried on occasion to steal me from my grandparents. On one hand, I had everything; on the other hand, I had to earn everything that I wanted. Then all of the sudden, there was no one left to take care of me. Everyone died. It’s odd that I grew up feeling overly responsible for everything in life. I wondered what it would feel like if I had to do as I was told without thinking. I wondered what it would be like to refer to other people with obviously terms of respect that would take away my stature as “Boss” or “Head of the Family”. How could I rid myself of authority and daily control over my life?  My discussions with Master were truly regarded even though we didn’t discuss possible realities.

I also wondered how long I could take frequent long term bondage. I asked Master if he thought he could do that too someone and be happy and turned on by it. I knew he could do it for hours or days and I knew the depth of his conviction when he said “NO!” but I wondered how we could live as some of the Master’s and their slaves the Chateau.

We had a long discussion out on the deck after dinner. He smoked a long black Maduro cigar and told me that he would enjoy it if I would smoke my pipe. We smoke infrequently these days. I fidgeted in the corset and Carrara belt. Master told me to stand and said he would fix that for me. He unlocked the corset, tightened the laces and then relocked it. He tightened the out strap and told me that if I was uncomfortable sitting that I should stand. I pulled my jeans up and buttoned my flannel shirt. I packed my pipe and lit it and re-lit Master’s cigar and I stood in front of him while he talked.

“I have decided to make you a true slave. As of the conversation, you will no longer have the freedom to do what you want when you want. You will experience constant bondage of a greater magnitude than what your collar and chastity devices provide. You endure frequent long term incarcerations.  Butch, Christopher and I will carry dog whips with which to punish you for anything we feel is cause.” He took a folded paper from the back pocket of his worn leather jeans. He told me that if I wanted this life change that I should sign the very statement that he had just made. He told me to think about it while he called Butch and Christopher out to witness and sign the document explaining what their duties and rights are.

I took the pen from Master and asked, “and what is the duration of this agreement?”
Master said, “there is no termination date”.
I shrugged my shoulder and touched the pen to the paper.
Butch asked me if I was sure that I wanted this. I signed the document. Master Ian signed the document followed by Master Christopher and then Master Butch.

Master reached into a canvas bag to pull out three dog whips to distribute to the other Masters. The whips look like 3 foot long signal whips. The Masters each gave me ten lashes to teach me what to expect for any infraction of rules. I do not know exactly that the rules are. Master Ian told me that if I protested, talked back disrespectfully or overtly disobeyed a direct order that I would be punished by the usual method, implying the Naval Barracks Routine. I am at their mercy. May be I am insane but I like exactly what I signed up for. I have trusted each one of the Masters with my life from the first day I met each of them.

Master Ian is taking me to the city (SF) tomorrow. He wants my P.A. to be turned into an Apadravya so there is more meat involved in the piercing. He also wants my nipples pierced. (I wonder how that will affect my love of tit torture). Master is bringing restraints and a gag with because he wants the event to be memorable. The piercer, a longtime friend is an expert at turning a piercing session into torture. We’re going to his house to have this done because if he was caught doing something the way Master wants him to do it in the shop, he could get into trouble.

I am told that I will not be writing this blog for quite some time and that Master Ian may take on the responsibility. I hope that he will allow me to write from time to time. I’d like you to know how I am doing.

He's not going to be available until the middle of week. He'll be a pierced man then, except for the tits. I like to play with them too much.

Enjoy the read.

Thursday Bondage Session

 

Steven is chained in the wine cellar dungeon. He’s been there for nearly two days, alone except for food delivery. He’s not able to move much so he’s struggling to eat and drink from a piss filled dog bowl. He thought it was going to make him horny to be chained and ignored for days. I know he was thinking. I’ve been there myself. I wonder how HE would like to go for thirty long days in the dark with limited mobility and occasional torture and hard punishment. You can tell my sadistic side is coming through because I want him to suffer.

Things have been fun for me too. Master forced me to go to a doctor to find some help getting to sleep at night so I don’t crash and burn with migraines.

I woke up later than usual today. I worked with Dan to get the animals fed and ready for their day outside instead of trying to get it all done before anyone else got up. I have to say, it was more fun doing it with another person. I cleaned up after Master woke instead of being in bed. He still filled me his piss and used me for his morning cum receptacle so I didn’t lose anything there either. We sat down for breakfast. I ate a little more because the doctor told me that I was far too underweight. Butch asked me help outside after breakfast. I was more than happy to work with him.

My afternoon was spent in a severely tight frog tie. Master gagged me with a stuff gag that filled my mouth so full that I couldn’t drool so I had to continuously struggle to swallow it. He placed me on the tile floor at the edge of the office carpet. Any time that I tried to move, my flesh rubbed the edges of the tiles so that I was further stimulated. I was wearing my new chastity belt with the large conical steel butt plug that was further jammed in my ass by the rope bindings. I would call my afternoon predicament excruciating paradise. To torment me even more, every time that Christian came in to the office, he kicked me in my crotch, driving the butt plug against my prostate gland.

Master untied me just before the dinner hour. He removed the chastity belt and fucked me. He came then started to torment my tit while telling me that it wouldn’t stop until I made myself cum. I was tired, too tired, I thought, too cum. My tits burned with pain from Master manipulating them with his fingers. I finally began to edge as he nearly ripped my tits from my chest. He began to lick my face and spit into my mouth then started to rub my pre-pubis penis as I continued to stroke myself. My cum began to boil up, I squeezed my muscles, trying to hold the fire inside then stroked slowly, shooting back over my head and hitting Master in his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Almost Christmas Eve

The guys bought a potted cedar tree into the family room and strung clear sparkling lights around it.  There is also a smattering of silver glass balls hanging from the branches.  Butch tied a garland of cedar, redwood and silver dollar eucalyptus trimmings from around the ranch. It smells wonderful throughout the house.

Master left Heathrow at 10:30 AM today and should arrive at San Francisco tomorrow after noon at 1:30 PM. He should be home for dinner. I'm very excited about having him walk through the door. 

I went to my studio to work until dinner after answering email today then plunked my ass down on the floor to watch a movie for a bit before hitting the computer again. I can't sit still for long periods of time to day. I feel like I'm on speed. Maybe it's because I can't wait for Master to remind me what his cock feels like.

In case I don't get around to it tomorrow...I wish

 Photo by Tony Preese

 

 

Hairy Christmas to All                                       

Busy relaxing and enjoying being at home

I got up early this morning as I usually do when I'm home (and when I can). I go out to mind meld with the animals and clean out the stalls before everyone else wakes up.  Shoveling out the crap helps me shovel out the crap in my head that keeps it constantly spinning. Being out with all the animal milling around me is enjoyable, by enjoyable I mean fun.  I think they know how much I enjoy them because they clamor to get near me and intentional get in my way as if they are playing.

I did something daring with the horses yesterday. I rode the stallion bareback with just a halter and let the others run after us. I felt a little edgy at first because I thought they might wander off. Sancho and Panza are always present. I think they might heard the horses a bit.

Other than being outside a lot, I work in my studio while the daylight coming through the windows and skylight is good. There is nothing to disrupt me or keep me from work with Master still in England. I do miss him.

Christian had security equipment installed around the house while we were gone. Lights go on and off and random in some places and remain on in others. Cameras were installed at the gate and drive. I feel like I am living in Fort Knox.

I'm getting horny. Master ordered to put the Groethal Chastity Belt on so there is no getting myself off. Christian has the key for that on a chain around his neck. I could ask him for a good session but it's not the same as having Master rip into me. That will happen soon and anticipating it is half the fun. Still, I can do the other slave things like keeping off furniture since I don't really have permission anyway. HERE'S TO MASTER BEING HOME ON TUESDAY!

Dreaming in Bondage

Have you ever fallen into a sound sleep while in intense bondage?

I bought a really nice straightjacket and sleep sack while visiting London a few years ago.  They are both made of heavy black leather with quilting and padding is all the essential areas.  The straps and buckles are extra wide with locking buckles. They're both lined with blood red buttery-soft calf skin that absorbs my sweat and starts to sling deliciously to my body.   No one has ever been in them beside me.

Master laid the body bag out on the bed and opened it up.  He laced a snug leather hood over my head with nostril openings and a grommet over the mouth. I crawled into the body bag. He tickled me for a few moments then began lacing the bag closed. He buckled the collar.  There is a flap that covers the laces that zips with a heavy black metal zipper. The zipper pull locks into the collar.  Once zipped, Master began to buckle the straps snugly but not too tightly. Master wanted me to sleep in the sack all night. Once strapped in with all the padlocks secured, he crawled into bed beside me and laid his arm across me.

I was too excited to fall asleep. I clearly didn't want to risk waking Master by testing my bonds. I lay quiet listening to him breathe and smelling cigar and the mint from his toothpaste on his breath.

I dozed in and out of sleep. At one point I was having a pleasant dream that caused me to laugh out loud. Master slapped me across the gut and told me to be quiet.  I dozed in and out of sleep a few times then fell into a deep sleep. I had no concept of the time when I sudden awoke from a stressful dream. I didn't know where I was or why everything was so black and why I couldn't move. I felt like I was dreaming a dream from which I couldn't wake. I felt panicked until I finally realized where I was.

It was interesting to be so completely disoriented and so completely bound. I laid awake listening to my heart race and then slowly fall to a slow steady thump that resonated though out my senses until I fell into dreamless sleep.