Another Day of Torment

This time, it is intense bondage and it's the slave's choice.

"Something really tight and extremely gagged so I can't indicate pain or pleasure. I want to feel abandoned. Something that will make me regret being bound by you." This is what he asked for. He never asks for anything in particular.

We were sitting out on the terrace around the pool near the fireplace while I enjoyed a cigar. Slave wore jeans and an old leather jacket. I cuffed his hands behind his back. I could see that he had something on his mind and I knew he was afraid to bring it up. I forced it out of him. He asked me to take him down to the punishment room. When I asked why, he said it wasn't for a real punishment but be wanted to be punished just because.

I refused and took him to the dungeon instead. I stretched him out belly down on the work table and beat his ass until he cried.
"Thank you MASTER!"

I laced him into his pin-prick leather corset. I called Chris in to steady him while I pulled the laced and locked the straps. I laced him into his pin-prick jock and then had him climb into the pin-prick body bag. Chris and I laced his pin-prick hood over his head then wound layers of PVC bondage tape over his mouth. We laced him into the body bag, pulling the laces as tight as we could get them the zip the flap over the lacings and locked it. We buckled the wide straps around him then laid him on the work table. We strapped him down on the table and then made a ruckus about leaving although I sat in the leather recliner monitoring him very closely.

Chris came in to the dungeon to give me a break. The slave lets out a whimper and moan now and then but he is handling his torture well. He's been in wraps for a little over three hours. How long he remains is up to him. I'll be able to tell when to let him out by intuition.

Bondage Heaven

I laced, strapped and locked the slave into the leather bondage corset then strapped him up tight in his Mr. S Bondage Vest before breakfast. He is wearing his thigh high loggers with padlocks in the top eyelets. He is slightly short of breath. The tight leather strap just under his adams apple makes it hard for him to swallow. He was wide eyed and very uncomfortable while sitting at the table.

 

Daniel was also bound for breakfast. His hands were cuffed behind him. His Master, Butch made him eat on the floor while smacking his butt with the leather handle from the leash. Daniel had tears in his eyes.

 

My slave is locked up all safe and sound in storage for the rest of the day and Daniel is all strapped up and locked in the shipping crate out in the dungeon. Things have slowed down for the season so the work outside can be handle by Jason and a part time man on some days. There is a lot more time for love and torture now.

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.

Escape to the Legion

We recently watched all four episodes of Bear Gryff's project called Escape to the Legion. If you follow Metalbondnyc, there is a picture of Bear buried up to his neck in sand for stealing food for a hungry fellow recruit. Seeing that picture led to viewing the program.

Escape to the Legion is a documentary that explores the process of becoming a French Legionnaire. The trial and tribulations, the hardships, being broken down and then being built back up, brotherhood, obedience, loyalty, the list goes on. It is a military training that parallels or exceeds top military forces of the world.

The first thing the recruits learn is absolute obedience. Do what you're told to do without thinking for yourself. (sound familiar?) The second thing; life his filled with hardship and disappointment, you can either rise above it or let it drag you down. What you do defines the quality of your manhood.

4 out of twelve made it through the grueling one month of training, Some quit, some left because of injury and one was made to leave because he refused to follow the rules and showed disrespect to the training personnel. The four who lasted to the end were celebrated by the training sergeants. I couldn't help but wish that I could go through real Legion training without obligating myself to warfare.

Time alone last night allowed me to think about Legionnaire training. In the short term, it seemed like slave training if you imagine sex slave training without the sex. Ideally, you allow another person to turn you into what ever they want of you and give up at least a part of yourself to please another person. Most men can't conceive of themselves doing such a thing.

I think that I am often more self-centered than I should be, even though I don't act on it, it creates friction is our relationship, Master and I manage to work through friction in private because we talk about it before it before it surfaces. We quickly solve the cause and move on. The corset (thing) was an exceptional case of disrespect that foolishly grew out of proportion and affected the entire family. I reacted immediately and thoughtlessly and I was sleepless over it. I caused Master to apologize for an action that I had given him the right do when I agreed to be his slave, do what pleases him.

It was very early morning before I went to bed. I slid in beside Master and wrapped my left arm around hid middle. He laid his massive right arm on top of me. I whispered "are you awake"?

"Not really, what do you need?"
"To talk."

"Okay, let's sit up on the sofa." He got up and went to take a piss then sat in the corner of the sofa. I kneeled in front of him, wrapping my arms around his middle.

"I am sorry for disobeying you yesterday. You were right, I am your property so I had no right to do or say anything. I can't expect to be or do anything that you do not consent to. I will do my best to do as you train me and I will never express anger or resentment again.
He replied with a stern voice, "You realize that you will be punished for the problems you caused yesterday and for expressing moodiness after you were directed to stop."

"Master, I expect as much. I am sorry that I am causing you to do something that you don't enjoy doing."

"I will not be administering the punishment. That is Christian's responsibility. By the way, you will no longer address him by name. You will address him as Master and you will also address Butch as Master. Every other person that you meet in your life will be addressed and "Sir" or "Mame". Is that absolutely clear?"

"It is clear Master."

"The corset is hanging in my closet, get it and bring it to me."

I felt unhappy about it but I did as I promised. I said "yes Master" and retrieved it with a smile of surrender. I stopped momentarily at a small framed quote that I printed from a tumblr site. I felt grateful that Master had so easily forgiven me.

 

 

The corset went on. This time, Master inserted metal stays into the vertical pockets and tightening everything so that I found it difficult to breath. He positioned me so that my nose was six inches from the wall while I stood at attention. "You will stand there to contemplate your coming punishment". He went back to bed.

 

I realized that the corset was not intended to feminize me. It is just another form of bondage, another form of submission and something that I started to understand as a way of giving me pleasurable pain.

 

 

Morning came as it always comes. Light poured in through the bedroom window, waking Master who was horny as hell. He got himself off before getting out of bed to shower. He dried himself off then dressed himself. He hadn't recognized me. He went out to breakfast. Christian came to fetch me later. He took me to the punishment room. It all happened without a spoken word until Christian had finished punishing me.

 

"Thank you, Master". He smiled