Anniversary

It is the anniversary of the day I took Trace as my slave. Two years have flown by at what seems at the speed of light. There have been more changes in our lives than I can keep track of. I began to celebrate my procession of my slave a midnight when we shared a glass of champagne. We drank from a single flute.

I removed the slaves chastity belt and replaced it with "The Punisher" from Mr. S. It is a silicone device with tiny silicone points in the head. I trussed him up in a frog tie with a single length of cord then gagged him with a monkey fist made from rope. His legs were easily spread so that I had access to his ass and already punished genitals. I well and properly fucked him then snapped a pair of Japanese Clovers Clamps on his tits. His lower legs were folded under his upper legs, causing a great deal of discomfort.

I flipped him over several hours later and fucked him again before I fell asleep at his side. He woke me with his moans. He was sound asleep and reacting to the pain that I was causing him. I might have punished him for waking me if it were not for the fact that he was sleeping. I also needed to fuck him again. I unloaded inside him then plugged him, trapping my seed inside of him. He has since been cleaned up and crammed and locked in a small cage awaiting noon when I will refresh the brand on his ass then turn him over to a tattoo artist who is tattooing him.

My slave has no idea of what I am planning for him.

Free Day

I felt grumpy, oppressed, restless and angry this morning. I went into zombie mode to keep it to myself.

Jason is now handling things like he's an old hand. He's gay of course and he's more of a country-western kind of guy who competes in amateur rodeos from time to time. He's a tall hefty shouldered guy with a butch haircut. He wear western boots and a wide brimmed straw western hat. He, like Master smokes cigars when the work day is done. He has a long upper lips that supports a long blondish mustache. It's kind of a nod to Buffalo Bill Cody without the curls at the side of his lip.

Master declared today to be a free day. He removed all the encumbrances from my body and told me to do what ever I wanted. So I went running. I turned Deep Forest on my phone and plugged the ear buds into my head, stretched and then set out on the road. I wore black running shoes, jock, nylon running shorts and a black skank top so I felt pretty much sexed up for myself.

While running, I filed through the things in my head that have caused me to have nightmares over the past few nights. I thought about feeling oppressed. I thought about being in a situation where I was not free to do exactly what I wanted. I've felt this way so often during my life.

I went to private schools with guards at the gates. I was dropped off inside the gate and picked up in the same place. There were only a few kids who road the school bus. I envied them because for that ride to and from school they were autonomous. They could scream and raise a ruckus if they dared. I was a single kid sitting in the back of a car alone. The cars always embarrassed me because they were big, black and corny looking to me. I wished they would pick me up in a normal car.

I also envied the wild kids who managed to find a way to get out of the school yard to cross the street to smoke cigarettes and act out violent looking rituals with each other. They were the bad kids who were always in the Headmaster's office waiting for angry and frustrated parents to arrive. There were times when I wanted to be one of them.

Now I envy the guys, the kinky tattoo addicts who mark their bodies where ever they want, when ever they want. I want to be a pig with no thought of danger or getting STD's for sucking and fucking anything that moves. All I have is a brand and a small mysterious emblem tattooed where almost no one ever sees it.

What I have instead are people who love and care about me. I have Master fussing over me and a group, a family of guys that I belong too. Once again I reminded myself of my good fortune so there is no reality for my feeling of being oppressed.

My pedometer told me that I ran over 26 miles before I hit the gate for the ranch. It was a short run for me today because I worked out so much in my head. I rinsed off in the pool shower and dropped into the pool to cool down and relax feeling damn fucking good.

Together Again.

Master is with me in the Chateau. I was freed from the Dungeons shortly after he arrived. His touch feels so sweet after being parted at the Munich Airport nine days ago.

The driver from the airport did not cover my head for this trip to the Chateau. I've apparently graduated from being thought of as low life pledge slave meat. The brutal treatment that I had received in the past did not occur although I was restrained once I stepped inside the Chateau and escorted to the dungeons.

They watched me as I stripped. They restrained me in a chair while shaving the hair that I had grown since the beginning of our trip. The guards moved me to a ceramic bathing table and removed my body hair and scanned my ribs to check the signal from the tracking chip that they embedded there. It was a ritual that I have felt several times before so I felt comfortable with the process, including a very hot shower and scrubbing. 

They moved me to my cell. It was a gray stone room with a stainless prison style sink and toilet combination. The bed was a mattress that lay on the bare floor and a tattered woolen blanket. There is a ring embedded in the wall should they decide to chain me. The guards ordered me to lay on the mattress. My hands were restrained behind me and they had blindfolded me. One of the guards pulled me up at the waist. He squirted lubricant in my ass then pressed his hard cock inside of me. I objected, "I am sure that Master did not give permission for you to fuck me". The guard slapped me across the face on ordered me to stop my insolence. The guard continued to fuck me. Then I started to smell the guard and feel the shape of his cock and body as he held me from behind. "Christian?", I yelled. He started to laugh, "yes boy, it's Christian".

I asked, "what are you doing here".
"The same as you, I'm here for annual training."

"I am so happy to feel someone from home. Sir, how I miss home".
Christian is my "body guard", security guard, friend, part of my family and companion. He also acts for Master when he is not with me.

Most of my time in the Chateau is spent locked in solitary confinement with music playing softly in the background. I think but I am not sure that there are subliminal messaged in the background. What ever, Master is aware of it. My only break is to be taken out to be "trained" every day. Christian is usually present but not always active.  Days can be long, boring and monotonous. There are moments when I feel like I will go mad and then I go to sleep, waking up feeling the same monotony.

This is not a slave's life that I would want to live.

I met a slave who was training the first time that I was trained. We were locked hand, foot and neck to a wall in a long hall. He is an American who is owned by a Saudi. He had his teeth removed at the Chateau at his Master's request. He was quite happy when we talked again. He was wearing dentures that changed his facial structure. He smiled when ever he spoke of his Master so the trepidation that I felt about his situation as changed to gladness for him and respect instead of loathing of his Master who once sounded absurdly cruel.

Master came early. That meant that he either consummated the sale of the family business early or that the deal fell through. We haven't talked about that yet. The first and only thing that he was interested in was shoving his cock in my throat and ass while rolling me in his arms. He told me that he is going to renew his brand on my ass tomorrow then take me home.

The Opposite of What I Expected.

We're in the Airport early this morning. It even too early for coffee or Tea.

Master is taking me to Germany and leaving me there for two weeks while he continues on to London to complete the sale of the family business to a Swiss company. This will end the freedom that I've had thus far on our trip. He's been aggressive with me for the past twenty four hours and he tells me that I'm going to have a rough two weeks and that when he comes to get me that he will administer my re-branding. The scar is barely visible now.

So much for a few days of Rest and recuperation in Maui. I was really looking forward to an American meal.