Leaving Him Alone

Another notch tighter on his collar and he responds by getting painfully hard-on. His nuts are purple from erections that have been denied. I can't let him cum. He has access and he is allowed to play with himself when his hands are not cuffed behind his back but he cannot cum. The suggestion is either planted so deeply in his head or he won't cum with a specific demand from me.

I let him out of his cage to stretch and do some yoga then fed him. I took him into the bathroom for his daily cleaning and then took him into the shower me. I fucked his ass then head fucked him until I cam down his throat.

I decided to make his night hell for him. I folded him into an oak packing box with his hands cuffed behind his back. Of course, we've drilled holes in it for ventilation. Before I screwed the cover down I gagged him. "I'm leaving you alone so you can make all the noise you want. I'm not monitoring you tonight, you're on your own". Sixteen long wood screws hold the cover down. 

I turned the monitor on and left, turning the lights off as I left the dungeon.

I will have the monitor receiver on his pillow so that I will hear him if something goes wrong. His faithful and sometimes vicious guardian Tommy, is laying against the crate. The boy is wearing a diaper to soak up any mess.  In any other situation he would have fussed like a baby over the humiliation. I've never diapered him before.

He will have a long tortuous night crammed in that box.

My Slave Is Not In Any Condition To Write

You asked about bring a object slave.

This is what it is all about. The boy has a marker buried in his body that can be used to track him down any where he goes. Yah, he can run but he cannot hide. The thing is, he does not have any reason to run so he can go any where he wants as long as I know where and with whom he goes. Truthfully, the only thing he does alone is run. I can sprint fast, may be some two hundred meters but the boy runs like Mercury kilometer after kilometer until his body suddenly quits.

I played a game without him knowing what I was planning. He was out running and I tracked him down and headed him off. He came running toward me and I stopped him. Christopher jumped out of the truck and we man handled him, talking to each other like we caught a run-away. We ignored the boy, gagged him, hand cuffed and chained him in the back seat of the truck and took him home.

We strung him up in the barn and beat him, telling him he was going to learn to never try to run again. We took turns beating him. He was screaming and crying but there aren't any safe words with us.  He was sore and red as a cherry when we got done with him. We tied the boy to a post in that barn so he couldn't slide down to rest and left him there, standing, naked with nothing but a clothes peg on the end of his wee little shrunken cock. We went back to torture him before we locked him in a cage for the night. We worked his genitals over with a zap stick, violet wand and weights tied around his nuts. We jerked and edged him and told him he could shoot and then told him to stop the second he started shooting, but it was too late. I turned him over my knee and gave him a good hand blistering for cumming after I told him to stop, then took him into my bedroom and locked him in his cage, after I fucked his sore arse.

I dragged his arse out of his cage mid-night and forced him to throat my cock then fucked him again.
By that time, he figured out what I was doing to him but I think he knew all along. He just let me know then.

I just kept busting his arse for the next days until I was tired of it. I took the fucker to bed and wrapped around him like he likes, slid myself into him and held him there.

Master Ian

Jeff

Christian drove down to pick up Jeff and bring him home. It certainly wasn't Christian's job but he went through the condo with Jeff and took out things that were of value, that he truly did not want to part with. The rest was a lot of clutter. Dirty food dishes were piled on bedroom dressers, empty and partly empties bottles drinks, papers, clothing hanging out od drawers, clothing piled on closet floors instead of hung on hangers and dirty dishes piled on counter tops. Christian said the mess was mind boggling. He also said that he nearly came to blows with Jeff simply because Jeff had let his life fall apart. He lived in a slick high-rise decorated by on of the top designers in the city.

We hired a gay de-cluttering specialist to clean and remove the clutter in Jeff's condo while he spent time with us and get the original designer in to set things right again.

Christian has taken Jeff under his wing but not to his bed.

I gave Jeff a behavioral "drop-kick" this morning when he started second guessing his stay with us. I think I was the right person to do it. I have similar attributes to Jeff's, Abandonment issues, hyperactivity and anxiety.  The big difference is that I have learned to let things go and move on instead of dwelling on things that are done or threaten me. He has to learn to open himself and figure out how to give. He has to learn to fix or walk away from things that are failing. And, I told him, "If you don't love and care for yourself, you can't expect anyone else to".

Christian woke Jeff at 5:30 am this morning and sent him out to help Daniel. There is no arguing with Christian. He had breakfast with us but fiddled with his food. He wanted to go outside for a cigarette. Christian told him he was off cigarettes while he was with us and told him he'd better fill his gut or he was going to get hungry before lunch. Christian sent Jeff to the kitchen to help Joe clean up then sent him out to work with Butch an Daniel. Jeff knew he could not complain or act out. He had a choice to leave or stay.

Boxes of Alpaca and Lama roving's we delivered today. It is my first from my pets. I'm learning to spin and weave from a woman in Mendocino. I took classes while in school but really need an expert to train me.

I thought and worried about our sex life cooling off but Master did something (I presume in his sleep) that he's never done before. I was sleeping facing away from him. He pushed too fingers into my ass with his left hand and threw his right arm over my body. It seemed as if he was restraining me. I woke up again later with his hard cock replacing his fingers. He fucked me while still sleeping (I think). He fucked me again this morning while waking. It was intensely erotic.

High Kick to the Back of The Head

Master and Christopher were sparring up on the hill under the Oak trees today. I was hot to see the two nearly naked men go at each other. For big guys, Master is what you might call huge, they are swift and nimble. I watched them from a distance. I leaned against the fence with Alpaca nosing me for attention. I saw Christopher fly with a roundhouse movement and catch Master in the back of the head.

I'm sitting with Master trying to keep him awake in case he has a concussion. (Doctors orders) We watched a move about two guys in small town Texas trying to find love amidst their crumbling love lives. They hook up and the movie ends with the guys driving to work feeling good about their new loves. Strictly a vanilla feel good movie but we looked at each other at the very same time and told each other that we're lucky we don't have to deal with that anymore.

Butch and Dan are going to a rodeo someplace for the weekend. I'm going to be getting up before the sun and putting all the animals into shelter for the night. We have the four dogs who spend almost their entire lives outside but they're still puppies. We can depend on them to bark and threaten intruders but they are not mature enough to fight anything off. Anyway, I'll be outside being a rancher all weekend. I'm looking forward to it.

Master has time to play around the ranch more since we got home. He's not playing absentee CEO anymore since the sale of his family's business. His brother took on a leadership role but Master took the money and ran off to America. He's watching what the money watchers do on our estate so he keeps busy part of the time.

Security

I rely on my dogs and Llamas to keep more vulnerable animals like Alpaca and Pigmy Goats safe. I didn't realize how formidable Llamas are. They first let out a warning then spit at and bite intruders. They are almost fearless.

A worker in the vineyard climbed the fence near the goats.  The Llama let out a horrible screech and then charged the guy. They alarmed the dogs who were laying in the shade surrounded by Alpaca. They responded to the Llama at the same time that I ran out of the barn to see what the ruckus was about. The guy was pinned against the fence being attacked by our big male, the dogs were charging across the field barking with some of the geese in hot pursuit.

It was hilarious, except that the guy had gobs of grassy green spit on his face.  Llamas instinctively aim for the eyes.  We cleaned him up, flushed his eyes with water and had the crew foreman  drive him into the emergency room. He was okay but Chris had the foreman lay him off the job for leaving the vineyard.

It amuses me to see how the animals respond to each other. Sometimes I think I have a "Charlottes Web" thing going on. I fully expect they all speak English when no humans are around to hear them.

Middle aged bigot

While out today, I heard two middle aged me making jokes about homosexuality after one of the accidently brushed up against the other. They were obviously friends, the kind of guys who's wives follow behind them as if they are being lead by an invisible leash.

Master and I make a formidable looking couple. I'm 6'1" with a slightly unruly stache and goatee balancing my shining shaved head. Master is 6'7" man who is now completely shaved. We're rarely antagonistic but for some reason, we snapped at the same time and verbally assaulted the two men who aren't worth the shit from our asses. We both felt like beating the crap out of them.

Why bother, except that we were both offended by their jokes.

We're heading home tomorrow. We decided to drive and take time to relax and be alone together

Jabber, Jabber, Crash and Burn

Master locked Steven an me in the dungeon behind the wine cellar. It is constantly sixty degrees and well hidden behind oak walls. The other walls are sealed rock so the rooms are arid. My great uncle played there with his lover and friends. Now it contains a low table that is used for punishment and two cage-like cells with chains sunken into the rocks.

Master chained us in pre-nineteenth century irons and locked us in separate cages. Master gave us permission to talk quietly for a short time then go to sleep. He closed the door, leaving us in sound proofed isolation. I’ve slept in this dungeon often, sometimes for days at a time, so I almost relish the quiet that it enforces upon me.

Steven had many questions that I began to answer before I grew tired of him. “Listen Steven, I’m going to give you an outline of life around here and the chain of command. I own everything here. Master and I are partners in a Master and slave relationship. He runs my ass, runs the business as well as his family business interests. Christian, the guy you met on your way in is our security man and my body guard. Butch, the blonde guy outside is the caretaker; he makes sure everything physical about the place is taken care of. Daniel, the tall thin guy takes care of the animals. He answers to Butch. They are Daddy and boy. Pete is the Chef and trainer. He is gay and has a boyfriend who visits on some weekends. That leaves me. I have my hands in everything. I work in the office with Master and I work outside with Butch and Daniel. I also wake up before everyone and tend to the animals then get ready to serve Master when he wakes up. I work in my studio as much as possible. Even though I own everything, I am low man on the totem pole much of the time. I answer to Butch for things outside, Christian, Pete and above all Master. If you stick close to me and Daniel, you will know what you are expected to do and how to behave. Do not invoke punishment thinking it is role play. You will not enjoy it and you do not want to give Master reason to think you are disrespectful. He’ll throw out. Respond to everyone with deep respect. Think of all others before yourself and you will be golden around here. Master confers with me about people who come to live here. Address everyone as “Sir” unless Master tells you otherwise. All of your questions will be answered by your experiences.”

I closed my eyes and turned away, covering myself with an old wool army blanket. I arranged myself and the chains and then fell to sleep.

I had a restless night after an initial snooze. I sat at the back of the cage imagining images in the jet black room. It was probably nerve signals searching for stimulation. I wasn’t wearing my chastity belt so I could play with my cock and balls. I didn’t want to cum; I wanted to feel myself grow in response to gentle stimulus. The skin was soft as I slid it over my partially erect shaft. I focused my attention on my scrotum and testis. The skin felt like elastic tissue paper. It was relaxed and extended in length instead of tight and wrinkled against my crotch. My nipples were dense and erect, standing proudly away from my cold chest. I fell asleep again, only to wake again. My mind would not stop. I tried to meditate through my chakra. It worked and then my thoughts danced off in another direction. The usual peace that I seek in the dark was out of grasp.

Master came to release us. We walk outside in the cold because the wine cellar is a cave in a hillside outside of the house. The sunlight burned my eyes and my vision was distorted by an aura that signaled that I was going to have a migraine. I get them occasionally when I have several consecutive sleepless nights. Master saw what I was feeling in one glance. He gave me medicine and took a warm shower with me then sent me to bed.

Steven was turned over to Christian for the day. I’m sure that he was feeling things that rocked his world.

Everyone is home

Everyone is home. Dinner is being served in a in the next hour. The dining table is set for the holidays. Pete made Chateau Briand and a Buche de Noel among other wonderful smelling goodies.
I surprised that he has made such rich foods since he is a healthy organic cook. He's the dietician so he knows what he is doing.

It is so good to have a family dinner for six that I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. Yeah, four of them are employees but we are family in every sense of the word.

Master came racing through the door late yesterday, grabbing me by the sleeve as he ran to the bathroom to relieve himself.
"Suck it all down slave and don't you dare miss a drop!  I've been holding this all afternoon for you." And so, things were already back to normal. I was on my knees serving him while he held my face fast to his groin. He ripped his belt open, pulled my jeans down and squirted a heavy dose of lube up my ass. He laid into while I settled on the floor, head touching the floor with my ass in the air.

Pete made us a light dinner and then we went out in the winter air for a walk.  He'd been sitting for over 30 hours so he was bonkers with unspent energy.

We watched TV for a bit. He sat in his favorite corner of the sofa while I laid with my head in his lap. We went to bed, he plugged his cock into my ass and fell asleep.

Nothing to say

Sleeping in my own bed was wonderful. Sleeping alone wasn't wonderful. Sancho and Panza were both on the bed when I woke up. I got up and went to the bathroom and they didn't stir, not even a little bed. They both snore from time to time so it's like having Master next to me. They both run in their dreams and make puppy yips. I almost forgot that I didn't have to prep myself for Master and that I didn't really have to get up at 5 as I usually do at home. I crawled back under the blankets, closed my eyes and went out like a light.

I worked out as much as I could then went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I spoke to Master on the phone again. He was at the office working when he called. He's flying home on Monday night.

I took a long hot soak in the bath tub this evening and jerked off. There was a lot of spent jiz churning in the water.  I think a really good slow edging and orgasm is a tremendous stress and pain reliever. No one would ever know of my transgression except that I am writing about it.

Pete made me a salad of spinach, avocado, shrimp, heirloom tomatoes and lemon juice for dinner. I gotten to love simple salads with lemon instead of a lot of complicated flavors. I also had a scoop of Mocha ice cream with extremely dark chocolate savings in it.  If Pete hadn't been with me while I ate, I would have scarfed down all the ice cream that he had left in the freezer.  (Maybe he needs to put a lock on the freezer door.)

I watched a sappy Hallmark Christmas movie and not I'm going to crawl into bed.

I am HOME

I opened the truck door to be greeted by the Killer Geese Brigade, a pack of barking dogs, bright blue skies, Butch, Dan, and Pete. The dogs knocked me over as they climbed on top of me.  The dogs followed me as I took a tour of the Alpaca, Cows, Horses and Lamas. The geese confronted me as I returned to the house, demanding the secret code to get near the front door.

Pete opened his massage table and gave me a great massage before I climbed into the hot tub. Sancho and Panza sat at the edge of the tub to keep me company. Chris joined me and I told him about the Dominatrix. Just as one of my blog readers commented, Chris said, "women!".

I think I'll go outside to watch the sun set over the valley and maybe stoke up a pipe while I call Master. So what if it's 2:am in London. He! He!

Everything sucks today and a story about self-bondage

Our plane was late leaving from San Francisco, late leaving from Atlanta and we're still over the ocean. I'm about to kick back and fall asleep for the rest of the trip.  We're in seats that are like cubicles so there is a fair amount of room to lay back, work or whatever.

I'm glad I bought a new tablet with a keyboard. I like it a lot better than my IPad. I was getting sick of Apples proprietary systems.

Anyway, I wrote about an incident that happened several years ago.  I hope you enjoy it.

Self-Bondage for Max

Max had been my chaperone from the time that I was a kindergartener.  My grandparents hired him to keep my mother from abducting me and because I was the kind of kid who wandered whenever the grown-ups weren’t watching me.  Max took care of me while I went to college and he was my companion after my grandparents passed away.  Max was like a father, older brother and best friend to me as well as a mentor in many ways. By the time I was in high school, I knew that Max was gay and I started to feel that I was too. At least I was ambiguous about sex. I loved seeing Max nude whenever I could catch a glimpse of him but always hid my excitement.  We shared the third floor of my grandparent’s house where there was two bedrooms, a large bathroom with a sauna and a game room where I spent much of my childhood playing.

After sharing a house in New York for a while, I started to become sexually aggressive, in terms of experimentation and exploration. Max was always circumspect and hid his sex if he had any at all besides a porn video and his right hand. He never approached or touched me sexually during my entire life with him until I approached him.

I studying for my Masters and had group project meetings on Thursday evening. This was one of the evenings that I was supposed to be on campus but the meeting was cancelled just before the Holidays. I decided to go out bar hopping, hoping to find someone to fuck and fuck me.  I ran into Max in a leather bar. He was astonished and embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Ahhhh, probably the same thing that you’re doing”.
He said that he never knew I had any leather. He’d never seen me wear it. I told him it was new and said that I had seen him in his jacket and thought it was hot.

The rest is history but we became lovers of a sort. He felt awkward about it because everything he had was earned working for my family, more specifically because of me.

We were lovers and fuck buddies from that point on and began a collection of BDSM toys that he used on me. I grew up taking his directions so it seemed normal to have him dominate me sexually.

He worked outside of the house five days a week as a trainer at a nearby gym. I was always home well before he got home. One day I decided to do a little self-bondage to surprise him. I tied my ankles to an old library chair. Tied my ass to the chair with a plug stuck in it and tied my chest to the back of the chair with another hunk of rope. I gagged myself with penis gag.  I waited until the moment near the time he usually gets home to snap a pair of clamps on my tits and lock the free end from the two sets that I double locked around my wrists to the back chair legs, just below that seat.  I was well stuck with no way of freeing myself.

Max came though the kitchen door to find me in the middle of the room. He laughed at my predicament. He tweaked the clamps on my tits and rotated them so they were clamped vertically instead of horizontally. The intensity of the pain made my cock go from half-mast to granite hard. He picked the keys up from the floor where I dropped them and put them in his pocket then popped a cap from a cold bear and went into the living room sit relax in front of the TV. I was frustrated and somehow grateful that he left me there until he decided it was time to go to bed. I think the clamps were on my tits from about 6:PM until after 11:PM. That was the worst part. I could swear the clamps were piercing me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I have always fantasized about being trussed up like a turkey and used for a Thanksgiving centerpiece  on the dining table surrounded by room full of tops.

Christian found me asleep on the Cottage porch last night. When he woke me I felt like I was on the bottom of a deep well looking up at the light. "Hey! Wake up! Wake up! Hey! Wake up.  We've been looking for you.  Wake up!

"I'll just sleep here."
"You can't, it's too damn cold. Get up on your feet!"

I reluctantly walked as Christian guided me up to the house. He walked me to me room, undressed me and covered me with a pile of comforters once I crawled into bed.

I woke early, as I usually do but found a chain on my left ankle and wrist, making it impossible to get out of bed. I laid back down.  Master had been in bed during the night with me but had gotten up before I woke. I called out for Master and Christian because I had to take a piss. Christian came in to release me then watched me as I relieved myself.  "Your Master wants you to stay in bed this morning".

"Dan and Butch aren't here, I have to take of the livestock".
"Master is taking care of everything this morning. Get back in bed."

So, I lounged in bed all morning, falling in and out of sleep.  Master came in to wake me around noon. He felt my forehead then told me to take a shower and come out to the kitchen when I felt like getting up.  I got up immediately and stood under the warm waterfall in the shower. I went out to greet everyone then went into the kitchen to see if I could help Pete. He threw me out and told me to go relax. I went out to spend time with the animals then came in to relax. Master told me to sit in the chair by the fire.

I'm writing now because everyone is outside for a before sitting down for a Tradition American Thanksgiving meal.

Important News

You guys are finally commenting on my blog.  Thank You!  Every author needs his readers to let them know how he is impacting his readers.

I'm still alone except for Christian who is always present, whether or not I am aware of him.  He' gotten to be a good friend.  I spoke to Master on the phone this morning. He's been monitoring my blog.  We're thinking that I will continue blogging, although postings may sporadic during December.

My day started earlier than usual because I am so horny that I can't sleep.
I am the only animal caretaker again today so I cleaned the barn and corral as usual then fed and checked each animal for any external sign of special need. The new boy and girl started mingling with the rest of their new family. 

The Geese Militia went into attack mode while I was in the barns working, signaling that someone or something was invading their territory.  Sancho turned with a sudden start and ran out of the barn barking, alarming the rest of the puppies.  Pete had driven in without announcing himself.  He sat in the seat of his beat up jeep pilot waiting to be rescued. What a relief! Thanksgiving dinner is covered! He said his boss told him to leave when he gave notice. 

I helped Pete empty his jeep and carry his belongings to his room. He had only a big green duffel bag, two cardboard boxes, suitcase and a small silver case that contained his kitchen tools. I used to travel light myself and felt a little envious that he hadn't bothered accumulate "stuff".  I gave Pete the grand tour of the property, keys and American Express card for expenses.

He was very intrigued by the play spaces and wondered if he could take advantage of them.  He's another pervert, he should fit in perfectly.

I feel almost sick with horniness. I took a long warm show and upped the pressure on the shower shot to work my ass over.  I hoped to milk myself and hoped it would relieve my libido a bit. It didn't work because I knew Master wouldn't approve.  I hope Master comes home today.  I hate being left alone.

Another slow but busy day

Master decided to stay in San Francisco another day or two.  He's having a great time showing his buddies around.  He warned me that they will be coming up for a good old American Thanksgiving so I better figure out how to roast a turkey.  I hope I can find a caterer.

I am alone with Christian today.  Butch and Dan look off for the mountains today.  I've cleaned up after all of my pets, curried them and fed them.  I milked the cows.  I don't see why I can't use the milking machine on myself except that we don't want cum in the milk.  I sell the milk to a woman who makes cheese with it.  Besides.  I've been locked in the Groethal for so many days that I've lost count. Not having Master around to pound my prostate is causing my balls to hurt a bit.

Christian holds a key for the belt but he's of the mind that slaves should never have the right to cum. I'm glad he's not my Master.

We went into down for dinner.  We sat at the bar to wait for a table.  I had a glass of Pinot Noire but wished I could have had a Gin and Tonic.  As it was, I barely tasted my wine before we were called to our table.  Christian ordered duck with some sort of pear sauce and baked pear.  I went rustic.  I had a green salad with pearrs and blue cheese and Cannellini beans cooked in olive oil, rosemary and shallot with shaved black truffle.  Talk about elevating the simple white kidney bean!

I went out to check the animals before turning in for the night. I smelled wood smoke and noticed a fire down the hill by the Eucalypti.  I dialed 911 and then rushed in the house to get Christian. We hopped into the ATV and rode down the hill toward the fire. We saw several people milling around the fire.  Christian drew his gun as we moved closer.  The fire Department and Sheriff's car came barreling across the field toward the fire just moments after we arrived on the scene. 

A bunch of drunks started the fire. They said they thought it was public land. The fire department put the fire out and the sheriff hauled the drunks to jail.  The whole incident was over with a half hour.
So much for a calm evening.

Slow day on the hill

Life isn't all fun up here on the mountain sometimes it's just plain exciting. A Icelandic Horse breeder sent a couple of horses with a family from Canada that was making a trip to Southern California.  It was a convenience that I was glad to pay. We have a new mare and gelding in the corral now.  The girl is white and tan and the boy is almost all black with a deep brown mane and tail.

The newcomers were nervous and tired when they arrived.  I worked with by walking them around the fence and taking time to feed them apples that I made them bite into while I held them.  I talked to them in the softest sweet voice possible while we got to know each other. The big stallion came over to check the young female out and nuzzled her.  He greeted the boy and snorted at him, as if to let him know who was boss.  It was like a Master meeting a new slave.

This whole ranch "thing" has rapidly grown to be one of the best experiences of my life. It helps me calm down and makes me want to stay home. We're leaving for Europe in nine days. I love to travel but I wish we were going for a week instead of a month.

Master went to San Francisco today to spend the day with friends from London. I'm relishing the down time.

Toilet, suck and fuck as usual

Woke up to the morning routine. Went out to clean the stable and barns then went inside to clean myself off and out.  Master was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me when I emerged. He hugged me and stuck his tongue in my mouth then put his hand on the stop, signally what to do next. He let his piss stream slowly into my mouth and then held the back of my head for leverage as he forced his cock into my throat. He nearly came but turned me around to ram his cock into my ass to finish himself off.  I had a little fun of my own when I clamped my sphincters around his cock so that he couldn't pull out.  He slapped me on my back and the back of my neck, playing at making demands to release him.  We wrestled on the floor after I let him go until he pinned me helplessly under his powerful body.

Butch, Master and I interviewed a string of guys who applied to our ads for a chef/Dietician/Trainer. We lined up eleven guys and told them to shop for and prepare a meal for us.  We narrowed the field to three guys that we sent outside to have a casual meet with Daniel while the three of us deliberated. Christian had already used his connections to check backgrounds of every person we invited to interview.

We called the three men in and offered them a drink while Daniel gave us his take on the applicants.

Butch, being our Care Taker announced, "We all work seven days a week here. Our days off are flexible but irregular. The chosen one, will have room and board provided beside a handsome salary and benefits. It all leaves very little time for social life outside of our family. If any of you have a problem with our demands, we ask you to leave now."

The three men sat quietly.

Master, Butch, Christian, Daniel and I went to the office to prepare a job offer.  We hired a man named Peter, Pete is what he prefers to be called.  Pete is about 5'8", stringy and heavily tattooed. He has a Marine style hair cut and wears a large ring in his septum. He's truly freaky looking with a Cheshire Cat smile.

We offered Pete two weeks to quit his current job and move in.

"You dudes, are you like Masters and slaves?  I noticed that two of you wear awesome looking collars. I always wanted to be some dudes slave". Pete was a bold guy with no inhibitions about letting people know what lies under his skin.

Working Day

I worked out in the grove with Butch this morning after helping Dan clean out the barn.  Butch lined up a few guys to interview for a personal chef.  He found one who is a Dietician/Chef/Trainer that comes complete with a smile that competes with Butch's.  He's also kinky so he won't get scared of activities around the house.

I had my Groethal chastity belt on until I started to feel something was going wrong.  Master removed it and saw some signs of breakdown on my cock so he left it off.

We're all wiped out after the past view days so we went into town for dinner together then crashed in the family room.  I had sofa time so I laid down with my head resting on Master's knee.  Butch and Dan went to the cottage after a few tormenting yawns to call it a night.  Master and I fell asleep on the sofa and Christian left us alone and went to lock up and go to bed. The dogs slept in a pile in the middle of the room.  They were all snoring when we woke up to go to bed.

Bare Chest and a death in the family

I worked outside during the afternoon.  We were planting olive trees in the heat of the sun.  My poor muscles are not used to labor like digging holes and filling them again.  We were all sweating.  I was the first to peal off my shirt.  It was the first day that was warm enough so far this spring. Dan commented on the red welts that showed above my belt.  "Your Master is really hard on you"!
"He can be, but he's never hurt me".  There is a difference between pain and hurt in my mind that I've defined in several ways.  Pain is what I consent to. Hurt is done without consent like domestic abuse or rape.

We finished planting all that we could. I went to my studio to work until Master called for me to come get ready to go out for dinner. The five of us piled into my truck and drove into town to have dinner together.  We would normally dine at home but there was nothing thawed and no fresh produce in the kitchen. We went to an Italian Restaurant.  I generally hate Italian restaurants because nothing seems as good as the food I had when in Italy. Americans made thick pasty sauces and over dress the pasta. I opted for a Filet Mignon, with Master's permission. I have beef when he orders it, otherwise it's not on my menu. I eat what he allows me to eat.  It's another element of control over me.

We bumped into our local attorney when we walked from the truck to the restaurant.
"Hi guys!  I just tried calling you Trace".  I reached for my phone and realized I left it in the studio.  I asked "What's up"?

"I'm guessing you already got the news from someone in the family but I want to make sure you know. I got a call from the Sheriff in your home town that your brother"...

"He's my half brother".
"It was Paul, the one we have the restraining order against. He died last night. A bunch of Mexicans from his work crew went to his house with baseball bats last night and beat him to death".

I felt has if a thousand pounds fell off my shoulders. The fucker is a hateful religious maniac and bigot.  He's been told by the company that he works for to stop preaching and calling people nigger and sweat backs. He said he would kill me for being gay because god hates gays. His threats were the primary reasons that Master hired an armed body guard.

I ordered a bottle of Champaign to celebrate after a great dinner together.

Master handcuffed me as we walked back toward the truck. This whole little town is going to know all about us if the secret isn't already out. He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and around my neck and held me aggressively yet tenderly.  He whispered "you're mine" in my ear as he put pressure on my neck".

"Thank you Master".

Hard Real Punishment

Up at 5: AM.  I took my coffee out on the deck to wait until it was time to take care of the animals.  I was already burning with energy, the strong coffee had me climbing the walls.  I was naked when I walked up to the crest of the mountain to wait for light to peak at the edge of the Eastern horizon. Christian came up the hill to fetch me, thinking that I was walking in my sleep again.  He stood with me to watch for the sun to show itself. I went back to the house to get dressed for work.  Master was already sitting at the edge of the bed stretching.

"Come here boy. On your knees, I need to piss and then I need to leave a deposit in your ass."
"Master, I haven't cleaned myself".
"A little ass dirt isn't going to hurt anything".
I got dressed with spunk dripping down my legs and went outside to work.  Full of shit - cleaning up shit.

I showered outside after working and walked in the house through the laundry room. Master was waiting in the bedroom for when I went to get dressed. He admonished me for running so far yesterday that I needed a ride back.  I knew the consequences for it.  He slide his belt out of his jeans and told me to lay on the bed with my leg and arms stretched out spread eagle.  He threw his belt on the bed next to me, then went into the closet to get the punishment strap.  He called Christian into the room.

He addressed Christian. "The slave has not been punished for a long time but he's made a grave error that was reckless, time consuming and dangerous to his self. I truly hate doing this but he's been warned and punished for running to far.  I have to bust him.  This is how it is done.  I called you in because you have my permission to punish him when I am not around to do it". I want you to know the protocol.  He will remain stretched out on his own and make no sound or we will double the punishment.  Tears leaked from my eyes, knowing how horrible punishment would be.

Master touched my butt with the strap and then pulled it back over his shoulder.  He sent it roaring through the air toward my shaking body. Ten rapid full armed strokes, a moment to catch his breath and then ten more, another moment of rest and then ten more strokes. He handed the strap to Christian and told him to finish. It was hard to believe but Christian had a way of making each smack sting even more that Master brute forced strokes.  Christian laid twenty rapid strokes on my butt, focusing at the fold between my butt and upper leg.  I lay, waiting for Master's direction.  "On your knees slave! Punishment done! You're a good slave, boy! Let's go have breakfast".  Tears ran from my eyes.  Master ignored them. There would be no more mention of the punishment.

The cook took exception to my punishment and walked out.  He told Butch that he quit because of the brutality that he heard as the sound from the strapping traveled thought the house. He said he wouldn't be a party to it.

Lake Como

We stayed at the Albergo Le Due Corti in Como last night.  It's a funky hotel with a little age in the rooms.  It was fairly private.  At least no one complained when Master reddened my back and ass with his belt.  Being beaten without being bound seems harder to take than with bondage.

There was no reason for it other than belated road rage.  I love the feel of his worn leather belt. It wraps around, catching both sides of my hips.  It stings and feel wrong but I've felt it so many times that I am completely comfortable (mentally) with it, not that it matters.  He fucked me several times before we went to sleep. I was raw before he finished.  It took him a very long time to climax the third time. He actually seemed to pass out.

I slept underneath him most of the night and woke up in bedding stained with blood and giz.

I read something on the net called the Nine Levels of Submission. You can find it at: http://ecstasytradingco.com/Lessons/Nine%20Levels%20of%20Submission.htm

I figured out that I was at level 8;
Full-Time live-in consensual slave
Within no more than a few broad limits/requirements, the slave regards herself/himself as existing solely for the Dom(me)'s pleasure/well being. Slave in turn expects to be regarded as a prized possession. Not much different from the situation of the traditional housewife, except that within the S/M world the slave's position is more likely to be fully consensual, especially of the slave is male. Within the S/M world, a full time "slave" arrangement is entered into with an explicit awareness of the magnitude carefully, with more awareness of the magnitude of power that is being given up, and hence is usually entered into much more carefully, with more awareness of the possible dangers, and with much clearer and more specific agreements than usually precede the traditional marriage.

As I face entering The Chateau, I feel I am at Level 9 at time.  I'd describe it as Consensual Total Slave. I often feel that the goal there is to totally remove my sense of self.  Master takes me there too but then we return to Level 8 where my goal is to please and pleasure him. Apprehension is making me feel queasy.