Feeling the Same?

To answer your question. I know he feels the same. Bondage is so much a part of the boy's needs that he probably thinks about it a hundred times a day.

It is amusing to spy on the boy during his day. He and his friend are having a fantastic time together. They are animated and fooling around almost constantly. Sometimes it looks like they are bent over from belly laughter. Boy gets that way sometimes and when he does he sounds a little bit like a little kid. The sad thing is that he will suddenly stop and anxiously look around to see is someone will slap him or tell him to shut up. (His mother did  that to him).

He had a few intense nightmares concerning his family during the week before he left for Bhutan. I both dreams, he was responsible for cleaning up after his family and the mess they main. While sleep walking during his last dream he shouted "I"M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS MESS. I don't have to clean it up!" then he went back to bed and I crawled in beside him. While still sleeping he pulled my leg and arm over him and snuggled his face into my arm pit.

We talked about his dream the next morning.
"Ya know", he said. "I dream these family dreams and always feel guilt. Did I ever tell you that my aunt Marrian told me that it was my fault that my dad killed himself and my older brothers?". He had, I am tell him that he was not responsible and that his aunt was bitter with anger. "Ya know", he said. "Every time I think that I'm going to tell myself "I didn't make the mess and I'm not responsible for it". Somehow or another, he seemed lighter in those last few day before he left and from what I can see he is having a lot of fun.

Ass Whoopin"

boy was laying hal awake on the bed. I was up hanging up my suit and trousers that I wore the day before. The boy heard me draw the belt from the trousers and kicked off the sheets and spread his arms and legs. He wanted the belt and the sting badly. I obliged of course.

I heard a gentle knock at the door and quietly opened it. The Master of the Chateau stood in the hall with a big smaile on his face.

"Good Morning, I trust you are emjoying yourselves".
He came to talk to us while my boy and I were together. It was a casual conversation about life in general, the business of keeping Christian with us at home and the direction that we are taking in our relationship. He added that we should be sure to utilize the staff if we need advice or help and that we should be visiting the Chateau more often since we are paying our membership annually.

I began giving the boy a good welting and invited The Master to join in. He drew his belt from his slacks and joined me. We double teamed the boy, one from each side of the bed. Boy went nuts. He starting humping the bed. I told him not to cum. He howled more and begged us to "do it right", which got him into trouble. We knew his game. We stopped and I ordered him to get on his knees. I forced him to kneel on the studded belt that I wear in my jeans. I forced him to stay while I cleaned up for breakfast. He struggled to hold his tears back.

I beat the boys back with my belt and then sent him to clean himself up and go to the dungeon to begin his day.