24 Hours of Torment So Far

It was his day to relax yesterday. He could do anything that he wanted with encumbrance or obligation. He wanted a long term bondage session! He couldn't decide what he wanted so I decided for him. "The Storage Box, Boy. out to the dungeon".

We got him rubbered up. Fist a tight cat suit then the heavy rubber bondage suit with attached hood, feet and mitts. If he pisses or messes himself it is collected in the suit. I gagged him with ball gag head harness and wrapped wide duct tape over that before zipping up the hood and locking it. I slipped his leather straight jacket over his rubber wrapped body, strapped it over him and locked the buckles. I pushed silicone tubes into his nostrils and played with his breath for a few minutes then started working him into the box. I strapped his torso against the back of the box then bent his legs up against his chest and strapped them to the sides of the box. I threaded the tubes out the holes in the top of the box and plugged them into a CPAP machine that forces air into lungs and allows him to breath out into the inside of the box. I closed the box around him leaving immobile restrained within it. The padding in the box seals against air and sound. He will heat up and sweat in the prison. A small infrared camera is attached to the inside of the box so I can visually monitor him and he has a monitor attached to his chest that will alarm me in case of stress.

He has spend many days in his storage box. He reacts different each time but he is generally relaxed. He tells me that he copes with the long hours by fantasizing and counting breaths or heart beats. I can tell that he is Zen. He quietly endures, not knowing when I will let him out.

Tight, Tight, Tight!

New hood?

Master had a hood that I have never seen before. It smelled like new leather. He pulled it over my head. It was already a tight fit. Master slowly laced it, pulling each lace tightly and pulling the zipper over the laces. He had to re-tighten the laces at times to get the zipper closed. The hood was tight. It felt like something that had shrunken over my head. There were holes at the nostrils that were my only possibility for breath but as Master demonstrated, they could easily be blocked. The entire hood was coated with a rubber material that sealed all the seams. I might have panicked if it was anyone but Master using it to torture me.

He tied me in a chair that he set in the Greatroom. I was next to the television where he could watch me while reading a book that enthralled him.

Tight Tie

My slave and I discussed his "story" this morning while waking up. He said it was a "confession" that was meant for me an no one else. I decided to abide by his request not to publish it. It's too bad, it makes for good fantasy.

He wondered if he was a sex/and BDSM addict. I'm the wrong person to discuss sex addiction because my libido is constantly super charged. I think that we're healthy. We both manage to live a constructive life and have fun.

Slave is tied, gagged, plugged, and blindfolded into a very tight and unforgiving package this morning. He is listening to recordings, reinforcing the hypnotic suggestions that we worked on about the time Reggie came from London to visit. He actually requested to be in the tightest hogtie that I could get him into and leave him alone for the morning. I think he started regretting his request about the time I turned the lights out on him.

We're taking our BMW's out this afternoon for a ride then coming home after dinner.

If I Were In Your Shoes

I heard the boy give out a loud exasperated sigh and then a scream through the monitor that I keep on my desk while I am working. I rushed out to see why he made the noises but once inside the dungeon I slowed myself down to appear unconcerned. He was fine, the predicament that he was in had finally sunk in. He was exasperated.

I reached through the bars to tighten his collar another notch. I can still get my full index finger between the collar and his neck. I should be two more days before it fits snugly.

I think he was anticipating that I would change his position or at least take the angle iron the presses into his crotch out but I did something that absolutely shock him instead. I took my shirt and boots off and pulled a heavy chair in front of his cage so that he had to look at me. I locked my own ankles to the chair in leg irons. Clamped tongue clamps on my nipples and then told him that I wanted to help him out but couldn't. I strapped a gag in my mouth just like the one he was wearing then threw my keys on the floor between us. I locked handcuffs around my wrists and behind the chair.

I instructed Tony to come to free me in three hours. The boy was shocked. He never imagined me, much less saw me in bondage.

The truth is that Reggie was my Master for months before I had to move to New York. He was a ruthless ass whole who kept me in bondage from the moment I got home from work until I had to get ready to leave in the morning. I was his cum hole and whipping boy. He'd even sewn my mouth shut over a five day holiday. He was hell to serve. We never fell in love and I hated him at times. I even threatened to kill him and meant it. I lost my taste and need for being bound and disciplined after that.

It has been a long time since I've had clamps on my tits. I wished I hadn't given Tony three hours before releasing me. I had a very hard time keeping myself from screaming.

Tony finally came to release me but as instructed released the boy first. The boy kneeled in front of me, opened my zipper and sucked me dry. He stood and starred at the keys. He has such an aversion to touching his Master's keys that he could not pick them up. Tony knew this was a test and stood by watching him. The boy's internal fight went on for a good five minutes before Tony removed the clamps and the gag then unlocked the restraints. The boy dropped to slave kneeling position as I stood up.

I grabbed him by his collar and told him to stand. I walked him into the house and gave him a bottle of cold water then took him into the shower with me. I washed him the stood him facing the wall while I washed myself. I turned him around and held him tight while kissing the back of his throat with my tongue. He dried me then himself.

We walked out to the kitchen butt naked. I sat in my place then invited the boy to sit in a chair. Tony made Chateau Briand for the three of us. The boy ate very slowly, reluctantly eating his slab of rare meat. He would have greedily gobbled it down before watching the movie about how farm animals are treated. I encouraged him because he needed the nutrients. He ate broccolini and mashed sweet potato with total abandon. Tony made white chocolate cream filled tarts with fresh fruit. The boy ate the fruit and a bit of the cream then pushed the rest aside, asking Tony to save it for him.

We launched ourselves into the great room to watch a movie. Boy instinctively sat at my feet until I told him to climb on the sofa and put his head on my thigh. I covered him with a throw and let him fall asleep while I enjoyed a cigar and red wine that Tony brought home last week.

I carried the boy into my bed and that's where he will stay the night. I will wrap my arms around him and plant my cock in his ass where it belongs.

No reason for confusion

Take something away one day, give it back two days later. Good boy one minute then "punishment" the next.

My feelings are that slaves should not have anything outside of what keeps them alive and healthy so when Master took my pipes away, it resolved some conflict that I felt about smoking. I've gotten to enjoy it but it didn't really matter.

He ordered a really interesting pipe from Italy that came today. He gave it to me as a gift of sorts. I felt confused but never the less, grateful for the gift. He unlocked the cabinet where things like that are stored and told me to try it out. I was hesitant considering my headspace. I loaded the pipe and lit it. We sat outside by the pool enjoying our smoke and a cool drink. We talked freely and then took a swim.

We cleaned ourselves up and got ready to go out for the day. While giving Master head, he told me I am a good boy and that he loved my devotion to him. He said he completely and absolutely trusts me then removed my Carrara belt and slipped the spiked punisher on my cock.

Again, it was one thing one moment and the opposite the next.

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.

A Day to Myself

First, this is a question.
It been over a month since my appetite for food has taken a real dive. I am never hungry except if I have a small amount of food or water in my stomach. I never think about eating and peck around at my food during meals until someone at the table reminds me to eat. Then I eat very slowly, enjoying all the flavors and textures in my mind. I also find that if I am not eating that I am hornier. Does anyone else have this experience?

I was supposed to go to San Francisco with Master and Regie today. I was looking forward to the day in the city. I wanted to shop for a wedding gift for Master Butch and Daniel. The alarm rang and I popped out of bed to wait for Master to crawl out of bed so I could service him. He wasn't in bed and he wasn't anywhere in the house to be found. The Panemara was gone. Joey told me they left before breakfast. I went back to Master's bedroom to get dressed to work outside with Master Butch and Daniel but found a note and a liter size water bottle filled with Master's piss and directions for my day under it.

It is a day off for you. Relax and enjoy it. Do what ever pleases you. Masturbate and cum all you want. You woke with the first alarm this morning and looked screwed up so I put you back in bed. You have permission to stay there all day if you want. Before you get going;

1. Drink every drop of piss that I left in this bottle for you.

2. Piss into the bottle and drink every drop.

We're starting a new routine for you.  You will drink a one liter bottle of water every night before you go to bed. You may not piss or get out of bed to piss. You will service me when I wake up then empty yourself in the water bottle and drink it. Any failure will lead to punishment.

3. From now on you will wear the tit clamps that are alongside your computer when ever you are on the internet or using email.

Enjoy you free day, you will not have many of them.

Beginning tomorrow morning, you will start wearing a leather collar on it's loosest setting. It will be tightened a notch each day until it is as tight as it will go. I have a new collar on order with many more holes in the strap.

I was fucking myself horny as a barnyard full of pigs.

I put a jock on and my Irish Setter work boots and then went outside to work. It was exactly what I wanted. Master was making new rules and harsher, more kinky demands. The collar came straight out of the story, Another Bondage Fantasy World Client.

Master Butch ordered me to stop working and go relax somewhere. Joey called everyone in for breakfast and badgered me into eating. He made a late' for me and I took it out on the patio, stopping to pick out a pipe to smoke while relaxing. I rarely inhale but I did this morning. I took a long slow draw, filling my lungs then jetted it out through my nose. I got light headed and grabbed my unleashed cock and nearly came but then I thought, if I deny myself, I will have a bigger orgasm later.  I relaxed with my pipe and Late' until both were done then sat in the morning sun.

I sat in front of my computer to answer email and comments from my blogs. I had forgotten to clamp my nipples. Master's left the tongue forceps that have rubber tips. They cause pain quickly. I read a story call The Drum on MetalbondNYC while jerking myself off. I stopped short of coming.

So I went back to bed still wearing the clamps, imagining that I was tied spread eagle. I wanted to jack off again but stopped short of orgasm again. I wanted to cum so badly that I was writhing almost without control. I had permission to cum but something kept me from completing my act. I did not want to cum without Master. I was fighting my urge with all my might.  I moaned "why did my Master leave me free today, I can't handle this, I don't want to handle this. I'm going to beg one of the Masters to bind me. After all, it is my day of freedom and Master told me to do anything I wanted. I could also choose how I want to be bound.  My balls were swollen and deep red and I wanted to keep them that way for Master..

Master Christopher agreed to do anything I wanted to do except that he wanted to add one thing but he would not tell me what it was.

Master saw this picture and immediately sent the picture along with his ideas to a blacksmith to have similar restraints made. He ordered a collar and two sets of ankle restraints. One set for the front and the other for the sides of the  posts. We've never gotten around to using them.

 

 

Master Christopher wasted no time in locking me into the restraints. He used the restraints at the side of the post to restrain my ankles. I was so fucked ! and loved it.

 

"Now what?" Blind fold and the really big gag, headphones with one of the music and static tapes, the Punisher chastity thingy. And these clamps. I tried to point to the clamps that I attached to the waist band of my jock.

 

 

 The punisher has 17 spikes inside.

Just before he slipped the gag in, he asked me "How Long?".
"Until Master comes home tonight".
"What if he doesn't come home tonight?"
"When ever you decide Master."
"Slave, you're an idiot". He shoved the gag in my mouth then added duck tape over it with a multitude of wrappings. I was fucked even more. He added more tape that also went around the post to keep my head from moving then he added a flap over the nose, pressing it onto the other tape so that I couldn't breath. I struggled and almost came before he removed the nose coverings.

Master Christopher  said, "this is what I wanted to add". He had made a bundle of stinging nettle to flog every exposed area of my body. It was like fire. I struggled to keep from screaming.

He left me alone. As far as I knew, I was completely alone. I was alone in pain for hours with no one to call out to and no way to call out. My cock tried to engorge only to be punished. It happened over and over again. When I managed to relax, the affects from the Stinging Nettle came alive again. I was so fucked and wanted to be fucked even more. It's what a slave wants when his head is full of his cock. I also wanted to be fucked by Master's cock.

I suddenly smelled cigar smoke. It was Master Ian, the choking intensity of the smoke told me that someone was with him. It was Regie.

 I knew release would come soon, relatively speaking. Master put his mouth over my nose and blew a long slow stream of smoke into my lungs then covered my nostrils with tape. He did it several times more and then gave Regie a try at it.

Master removed the nipple clamps to play with my tits. He pinched and pulled, twisted and nibbled and the rubbed them harshly with some sort of cloth. He put the clamps back on the slowly tightened them. I felt like I would scream at any moment but remembered the consequences of screaming and managed to clench my teeth as tightly as possible while I rode the storm of pain that he gave. Regie, who is more sadistic, joined Master, tormenting me. It was more that I thought I could handle.

Then all of the sudden, Master removed the punisher and worked my cock free and erect. I was too sore and in too much pain to cum. He handled my swollen balls and asked me if I had played with myself today. I confessed that I had. He asked "so that's why they are swollen and blue? How many times did you cum?".
"I edged myself several time but at the last moment, something in my head said that only Master could make me cum".
"Do you want me to take care of that for you".
"Master, I cannot cum unless it pleases you".
"Do you want me to torture your tits more before I make you cum"?
"Master, if it pleases you".
He did, he twisted the clamps, took them off, put then on again and tightened them to the last click.
He started working on my cock, "Master Ian gives you permission to cum".
I couldn't. Master tried to encourage me to cum by torturing my tits more. I could feel myself on the edge but I just couldn't come. He handed the tit torture over to Regie to continue.

"Boy, Master Ian commands you to cum on the count of five. 1,2,3,4,5"
My body went screaming mad. I shuddered and clenched my teeth against a scream. "Cum boy Cum". I felt him take my cock into his mouth. I felt like I would faint and then let go in agonizing ecstasy that took my breath away. A blacked out for a moment and came to, still wearing nipple clamps and still with my cock in Master's mouth.

Master Ian slowly removed the bondage and walked me over to the work table and made me bend over it. He and Regie took turns fucking me.

Master and Regie slept together in Master's bed and I, I spend the night locked in the cage that I am getting very familiar with.

I woke to an open cage door.

Note: I was in intense bondage. A situation that should always be and was monitored closely by Master Christian through his various electronic toys.

I was reluctant to edit this story this morning because my nipple are very sore. I didn't but did want the clamps on them. I am done on the computer for the day.

We are celebrating Master Butch's and Daniels marriage today! I'm excited and happy for them.

 



 

 

Fun with subliminal hypnotism. It really works.

As I have stated, slave with left in his sleep sack for over 30 hours during which he wore headphones that played music interspersed with messages from me. It played in a loop. Mixed in the loop were almost inaudible suggestions that cause certain behaviors upon command. He was not aware of those commands.

The commands cause him to cross his arms behind his back until the release command is given.
Close his eyes tightly as if blindfolded.
Close his mouth tightly as if he is tightly gagged.
Walk as if his ankles are chained.
Playing these suggestions over and over has definitely worked. We played with him during breakfast this morning. He was about to put food into his mouth when I said the magic word that tied his wrists tightly behind his back. He carefully put his fork down and crossed his wrists behind his back and could not free himself until I gave the command. It works with all four suggestions. The suggestions will eventually fade if not reinforced or I can give a command to ignore those commands in the future. The kid likes it.

Butch and Daniel have been Master and slave for several months. They are getting married in six days to consummate their relationship. There will be a reception to honor the wedding which is taking place among the olive trees. They will be leaving for a two honeymoon in Germany where the two will become members of the Chateau. Chris and I are sponsoring them.

The slaves have an announcement that they will be making late this evening.

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

I'm not liking this little surprise at all

Fed-Ex dropped off a package for Master this morning. It was shipped from London.

He seemed overwhelmed with excitement. He reminded me of a five year old on Christmas morning.
Master ripped away the wrappings with glee, deviously laughing as he opened the box and pulled the contents into view.

What the hell!!!? I was a black leather corset with all sorts of straps, padlocks and but plug. I knew he wasn't the one who would be wearing it. He pulled out yet another longer corset with more locking straps and padlocks. "Oh SHIT!", I thought, "He's gone completely mad. Where did he get the idea for this shit?"

"Come here slave!"
He unlocked my Groethal chastity belt and told me to fetch the cock lock. He was hasty about locking it in place. I was already naked. He wrapped the shorter corset around my middle and fastened it. It was loose at first. He started lacing it down the back, pulling them tight as he moved down. He pulled the laces very tight then tied them off. He zipped leather lace covering from bottom to top, covering the laces and tightening the corset even more. He wrapped a wide leather strap from front to back then locked that. He locked a flap over the zipper pull. Took the should straps that were fasted them in the front and flipped them over my shoulders, buckled them snugly then locked them.
One last strap remained.

Master spit lubed my hole and then the butt plug and shoved it inside of me. He bulled the remaining strap between my legs, bucked it and locked it in back. There was no way to escape this except to cut it off and I wanted out. I thought he was trying to feminize me and I have never been into to that kink.

I could not bend at the waist. The guys sniggered at me when they came in for breakfast. This was humiliated in a way I did not enjoy. I radiated anger throughout the room. My lower lip protruded in an angry pout. Master stopped my misbehavior cold. "I AM YOUR FUCKING MASTER AND I WILL DO WHAT EVER PLEASES ME! So fucking straighten up and be grateful that I don't take you to the punishment room."

Cock Soup and a Day on our Bikes

 

This is a shaky photo of a soup mix that I found at a local Market.

We laughed when we saw it.

Leave it to the Jamaicans!

 

After a week or two of rigorous activity, Master and I took our BMWs out on the

road for the day. I lost a lot of weight recently so Master tried to stuff me all day. My breakfast was
a bagel with wild salmon cream cheese, a sausage and cheese omelet and hash browns. He further stuffed me with a French dip sandwich and a scotch egg for lunch.  We just got in after dining at the French Laundry. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight because I'm too full to lay down.

 

I'm really tired. I hate too admit that sometimes we just have too much fun.

 

Without going into too much detail right now he said a couple things that were like getting hit in the head with a brick.  "I own you so I will do what pleases ME!" and  "Don't want you accidently kill yourself until I'm done having fun torturing you!".

A Little Tied Up Recently

Master played Objectivize the slave with me for several days. He let me go last night just before bed. It's 5:56 am here and I haven't fallen asleep yet so I thought I'd write a little. But now I am falling asleep at the keyboard.

 

Here's two of my dogs

Sancho is standing, Panza is lying down.

They are technically still puppies but

when they stand on their hind legs
they are nearly as tall as I am.

Our Planet from the Air

Slave sent me a link to a movie on BBC. I couldn't view it through that link but I found it on YouTube:  http://youtu.be/LyFDL_skre8.

It is artistically beautiful and a very distressing look at how humans are destroying the Global Environment but ends on a positive note. It suggests ways of changing the course we're on.

Please watch it and make a pledge to do just one thing to change the path we are on. I am changing a few things that will help. I am lousy at recycling, I'll make choices that are less fuel consuming when I travel and I'm going to eat less meat. You might too when you see how our meat is raised and the global cost. These are choices that are simple and most obvious for me to make. I hope that I can do more.

Now onto something kinky. The idea came from something Master saw on a Tumblr page.
He trapped my balls behind me between two long bamboo logs that he stole from a planter on the pool patio. He forced me to kneel then he tied my ankles to my thighs, spreading my legs as far as possible. He tied my wrists behind my back, made a monkey fist from rope and gagged me with it. He tied a rope collar and lead around my neck and let me that way. The pain in my balls grew as did the stress of kneeling on tile and being unable to do anything to relief the growing discomfort. I came back about a half hour later (it felt like hours) and pushed my forehead to the floor. He mounted my behind and fucked me. His movement stretched my balls further causing a sick feeling pain in my groin. My knees felt like they were being pierced by the tile corners. The worst thing was that I had oatmeal for breakfast so I had gas. (Very unsexy to fart while being fucked.)

Boys of Abu ghraib

We watched BOYS OF ABU GHRAIB last night.

It was about a young soldier who volunteered for a shift as a prison guard to escape the boredom of his post in the motor pool. It depicted how he was a truly good person who had been damaged by attempts on his life, death of his friends and the horrors and atrocities of war.  It was a story about how he lost part of his humanity and became abusive. It was based on real life fact of Abu Ghraib guards tormenting and humiliating prisoners during the Bush presidency.

I became saddened by the way the media attacked the prison guards without compassion and by the way the government caused the perversion of otherwise good people. I became saddened by the constant warfare and tribal disputes that are historically endless.

Boys of Abu Ghraib is definitely worth watching.

Speaking of feel down. I went to bed before Master. I usually sleep on the left side of the bed facing the center of the bed. Master sleeps facing me.  I apparently unconsciously turned away from him when he came to bed. I was awakened when he said "This isn't happening". He grabbed me by my balls and turned me toward him, suffocating me in his arm pit. He pulled the blanket up over us and wrapped his right arm around me and then kissed me "Goodnight Boy". I was mostly asleep.

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.

Punishment Scenario and a Visit to the Japanese Kinbaku Master

We made a night long visit to a Kinbaku Master near Kyoto in which I was the subject of his art and kink. He was a very kinky man indeed. Master stopped one of the activities as it started.

I was first tied by the shoulders arms and wrists then hoisted into the air. The Master tied my ankles tightly to my thighs then started swinging back and forth. I was blindfolded and gagged with cloth wrappings. He started mouthing my cock and then after a while started almost fucking his own throat, allowing my cock to plunge into his mouth. He sucked the meatus as it exited his wet opening.

He stopped swinging me then lowered me. He folded my still hanging body forward from the waste and tight my knees as closely to my chest as he could force them. He left me hang for a few moments while he massaged and manipulated the muscle in the back of my waste, buttocks and thighs the came to the front again and forced my knees against my chest. I hung, feeling relaxed except that my weight was beginning to strain my arms and shoulders. He hoisted me higher into the air and began manipulating my ass before dropping me slowly on to a dildo that he placed beneath me, impaling me deeply.  He reached between my legs from the front and started to work my cock until I nearly came then he let go.

He raised me into the air again, removed the dildo and untied me, massaged and manipulating muscle and joints with each stage. He massaged and pinched my shoulders. It was sheer torture but it relieved the effects of muscle strain immediately.

He moved me into the next position on a table. I was bound and immobilized face up. He removed the gag and set and from about my head and then climbed up and sat on it. I could feel the heat from his buttocks. He wanted me to rim him. He started contracted his gut as if he was going to shit on my mouth. Master, MY MASTER, said something in Japanese and the Kinbaku Master immediately got up, jumped from the table and left the room for a while.

Thus, the session ended. The Kinbaku Master untied me very slowly and removed the blindfold. He was naked except for his complete body suit of ink. Master reached into his pocket and brought out a condom, offering it to the Kinbaku Master. I bent over the side of his table. He finished and Master fucked me as well.

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I found this on a tumbler site. I can't remember what video it is from but it is the basis for any punishment that I receive from Master. This is called the Naval Barracks Routine and it was historically done in either or both the British or Early US Navies as a punishment.

The video shows the victim being loosely restrained. In real life they would be stretched so they could not wiggle or squirm away from the lash.

The routine goes:
10 strokes then a moment of rest, ten strokes and the rest, ten strokes then rest and finished with twenty strokes. The punishment could be double or worse, tripled. It go, 20,20,20,40.

I have received one punishment from Master. My punishment was worse. Master did not restrain me. He ordered me to curl my toes over the edge of the table and grab the edged with my hands. I am to lay without squirming, verbalizing or crying. I am to remain without expressing emotion or reacting to pain. If I fail, punishment starts over and it is doubled.

It sounds impossible but If you knew Master or saw his expression when he gave me direction, you would be too terrified not to do exactly as you are directed.

I had done something that violated absolute rule and the punishment was harsh. I received the double routine, 20,20,20,40. It was done with a heavy leather strap with a wood handle. I took the entire beating without moving, except from the force generated from and I did not make sound. I held me tears.

 The strap was exactly like the one in this picture. It was made by the now defunct Hanson Paddle Company. The strokes are full armed, very forcrful and given without mercy.

Master was so angry about punishing me that he locked a heavy iron collar around my neck and chained it to the wall in the punishment room. He left me alone for several days with nothing but water and ensure at meal times.

It was once that he locked me up that I started to cry.
I would never to anything to hurt him or invoke punishment again.

Gagged

Master and I went to a Chipotle Mexican Grill last night. The line for service wrapped around the entire inside of the dining room but we were waited on fairly quickly. Once we sat down to eat, I watched people placing their orders. Most of the customer were guys on their way home from the gym that is across the street. Before long, I noticed how many guys were grabbing themselves by the their balls, seeming to rearrange them inside their shorts. I started to do a mental survey, laughing about it with Master. By my count, two thirds of the men standing in line consciously or unconsciously grabbed themselves.

I wonder how often the average male grabs their balls during the day with or without realizing it.
Were these particular guys doing it because they just got done working out and that made their hormone levels higher. I know I'm horny as hell after running or spending the evening at the Dojo.

 Hmmm.

We stopped by a bar down the street for a beer after eating the heat at Chipotle.  We bumped into a couple straight business men that we know. I got a little too honest when one of them asked me about our relationship. Master reached over and grabbed me by face, covering my mouth and nose.  What a fucking turn-on to have him do that in the middle of a straight bar.

 

I found these pictures on Tumblr. The bottom one made my cock hard.
It is my very favorite gag. Sometimes Master duct tapes over it.
Enough is never enough. Master's version has lockable buckles.

 

We're going to Japan instead of Germany in June