108 Days an Object

I hesitate to write about this, not wanting another "slave" who fantasize about being kept as an objectified human thing that is treated with fewer rights than an animal.

I had talked about wanting to be a slave who had nothing more in life than to spend his entire life serving a Master. Master and I lived the life. To a great extent, I had been living, more voluntarily than by his demand, as his servant. If you read my blog you will see just how we related to each other.

One of the scenarios that we played out from time to time was to kept as a object, less than a slave with no way out of the situation for what ever time he decided to keep me. He and his friends kept me bound for as long as they thought I was getting off on it. They would push my "limits" (my desire to play) then let me out.

I'd essentially given up on the idea of being an object and even got turned off to the idea once I learned of people captured by sociopathic criminals. I think that the lines between that behavior and playing out the concept as a kinky activity became blurred. I was becoming sickened by the reality of the violence in the world and wanted to step back from play long enough to sort out my feelings and somehow justify my desires and separate them from the result of violence that truly harms innocent victims.  I hadn't talk about objectification or my desire to experience for quite a while, simply because of ambiguous feelings.

You may know that it is legal to carry a weapon in public in Colorado. I'm not sure what precipitated it but Master bought everyone on the ranch a side arm and holster, expecting them to be worn at all times. I think he got off on the way it looks. I carried one too. We practiced handling them so we all knew how to use them should the need arise.

New Years Eve

Snow was falling in our area of the Mountains even though it seemed warm.  We had eaten a late meal of aged rib eye steaks and beer from one of the crafters in Denver. The eight men of the household were tipsy when we pushed away from the table. I cleaned the table and kitchen then joined the guys in a game of billiards. As we began to sober up, Master began to rough me up. He locked a heavy collar around my neck and connected by a chain behind my back to wrist irons and then to irons that were locked round my ankles. He walked my down to the dungeon with the other guys following.  The seven men raped me ass and mouth until each of them a spent inside of me at lead once. The also pissed on and inside of me both ass and mouth.

The men locked a chain to one of the ankle irons then locked the free end of the chain to a ring in the wall.  Master gagged me then they all went upstairs to uncork bottles of champagne and drank themselves to sleep.

They came down late the next day. The unchained me then restrained me on a table with leather straps where they spent the next few hours waxing every single hair from my head, face and body. Max held his side arm in my mouth and told me to keep quiet or he would blow my head off. Those were the last words that they spoke to me except to bark orders at me. They beat me with a leather strap when they finished waxing me then all took turns fucking me.

From that point on, I was an object to be used, tortured, beaten, pissed on and in, cummed in and on and even shit on. They washed me with a powerful jet of cold water from a hose when I was too stinking filthy for them to be able to stand.  I saw nothing but bright lights when they used or fed me or tortured me and jet blackness when they me left alone.

There was no way to count the days. It would have been useless anyway because I did not know how long they would keep me as a prisoner.

Boredom and fear filled my head. When I wasn't gagged I could yell and scream at them. I demanded release and threatened them. I also begged for release but they simple seemed to ignore me, treating without apparent passion, even when they tormented me. Sometimes, in my most desperate hours, I tried to hold my breath long enough to die. It never worked. I spent many hours crying all to no avail.

The men released me on April 17th after beating, torturing and fucking me.  Master held his gun to my head and told me that if I ever told anyone one they had done to me that they would bury me alive out in the wood.

I took a long hot shower in the dungeon bath.  Master stood watch over me and we talked.

In the end, life went on as it always has.  The guys were as affection as ever. I still haven't wanted to talk to them about my experience but I know why they objectified me and understand that it was a gift that they sometimes were reluctant to give.

Six Days

Master will be home on the 21st. I am excited about that!

I am writing s story. Each time I begin, I feel like it begins to feel trite because it's just a variation of something that I've read over and over again. Carl Jung's theory of the Collective Unconscious becomes more and more obvious as I read erotic stories. We all seem to share  versions of a finite set of fantasies. I think it's worth diving into his writings again now that I don't have academic deadlines.  There are also finite numbers of Archetypes within our kinky community even though we try to think of ourselves as out side of a norm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....

Speaking of fantasies?  Christian took it upon himself to cuff my hands behind my back and lock irons around my ankles and stuff me into a small cage for the night. Except for the Carrara, I have not had bondage since my visit to Ray last week. It felt good to be confined.

I wonder if Christian knows he is becoming our direct employee instead of being supplied to us by the Chateau. That means that he is free to do as he likes, like pursuing his relationship with Jason.

 

The guy in this picture looks isolated.

 

 

Now For the Fun Stuff!

The slave is playing the waiting game. They took him out of rope bondage when the wardens touch him and realized that he was very cold. He sat still far too long and began shivering once a warm hand touched his back. They warmed him up by giving him a long hot shower complete with yellow streams of briny piss. They fed him, almost forcefully when he said he wasn't hungry. It was probably true. He never feels hunger and will go hypoglycemic before he realized he needs to eat. (Some times I think I married a baby bird).

He's been sitting in a long stone dungeon, chain neck, hands and feet and fastened to the wall alongside several other slaves. They tell me that he has comforted one slave who was terrified of his circumstance and wonders what he has gotten into. He was in the same position not so very long ago. Other than that, nothing has happened except a few whacks on the ass for being to boisterous.

I have one meeting yet this morning then I will drive to the Chateau in a rented car. I'm getting itchy to get a hold on my slave's ass. I can't even begin to count the cum filled towels that I've thrown on the bathroom floor for the butler to pick up. I've arranged to have my slave sleep with me at night then go to the dungeon for a day of activities that I plan to be part of.

 

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Dissapointment

My slave, my boy, my husband, my love, got an email signed by a couple of his oldest friends from NYC.

"We can't wait until you get tired of that asshole "Master" of yours or he gets gets tired of you so you can get back to being the normal fun guy that you used to be".

FUCKERS! You are going to be waiting a long bloody fucking time so pull up a comfortable chair because you're going to waiting an eternity. Before I opened this email you were welcome anytime but I just rolled up the welcome mat where you're concerned.

Get the guts to use your real email instead of your alias.  Fucking cowards!


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My boy is hobbled while we works. I just wanted to up his discomfort level. He slept in his cage with his hands cuffed behind his back after eating his dinner doggy style with the cuffs attached to the top of his cage.

The Path We're On.

Answers to your questions.

I don't care if he comes or not. The time is not right for him to receive pleasure of any kind except to know that I take care of him and want him to pleasure me. That is why I take him into the shower twice a day, give him my piss and use his body. I supervise him and time him while he eats and take his food away when the allotted time is up. He is so high on this trip that when he crashes it's going to be a long fall and I will be there to catch him. He knows and that is why he is so at peace, probably for the first time in his life.

Our path has changed irrevocably. Our relationship of the past is the cornerstone of where we are right at this moment. He has me where he wants me.

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I took him out of the crate. He had tear stains on his face. He stood straight and threw his arms around my chest and kissed me then dropped to his knees to service me. I pushed him away and ordered him to do yoga to stretch.

"Fuck the shower this morning and you're not eating".
I removed his diaper. It was clean and dry. I let him use the toilet then locked him in the vertical cage. I used a long piece of angle wire under his crotch and above the lowest bar to keep him standing erect. He either rested at the peak of the angle, which causes considerable pain or stands on his toes to avoid it. He will stay there until I feed and bath him tonight.

I'm Not Sure That I want to Finnish This

It is hard to tell what goes on in that boys head. He's been in constant bondage and pain for a week now. I moved him from his larger cage to the punishment cage where he is unable to move. He doesn't make a sound. There are no moans or sighs of exasperation. He gives no indication that pain is getting to him. He takes everything I give him and seems happier for it. I can't work him over anymore. His scrotum has sores on it. His tits are swollen, his ass and back are fucked up, there is nothing left but his smile whenever I take his gag out.

I asked our surgeon friend to come to check his scrotum and cock out and talk to the boy. He's one of my boys best and oldest friend. He told me to keep the wounds clean and don't touch them for a while.

"What about his head? Has he gone off the deep end? No matter how I treat him, he is happy. He only smiles and thanks me for it."

"He is happy, he's high. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep his wounds clean, if they start to look more inflamed, call me. I'll come out to visit you guys on Saturday. I'd be honored if you would fuck me over for the weekend. I'm not on call".

I've been taking the boy out of his cage twice a day. His hands are always restrained behind his back. I take him into the shower and wash him with Tea Tree Oil soap and dry him. I remove his gag and feed him Tony's special "object diet" in a dog bowl then take his cuffs off so he can brush his teeth and clean his mouth. I give him a chance to make one request, hoping that he will tell me he doesn't like the objectification "game" and wants to crawl back in my bed. He doesn't.

One day he walked over to the wall where the straps and paddles hang and brings me a six layer leather strap with a flogger type handle and asked me to beat him with it. One morning, yesterday in fact, he asked for a cup of hot coffee. Last night he asked me to restrain his upper arms with his elbows together with a wide leather strap. He asked me to tighten it after I buckled it the first time.
He never begs me for the one thing I want to hear. "Please Master stop treating me like an object.

I know I would say "NO FUCKER!" at least for a day or two but I would know he's not enjoying this trip that we're on.

The thing that comes from this is that he is like clay in my hands and he is absolutely affectionate without the sense of preoccupation that I sometimes get from him.

Still Locked

I got so horny thinking about my slave that I got up and pulled him out of the cage so I could fuck him. First it's ass then his mouth. I shot a load into it twice within 15 minutes. Before I fucked it. It moved it's lips as if it wanted to say something. I switched off it's collar and allowed it to speak.

"Master, if it pleases you, you can hurt me." Then it dropped back down to it's knees and crossed it's hand behind it's back and dropped it's head.

Those words drove my mind into hyper-drive. With all that I've done to it, it tells me to ignore more limits. Pain is one thing but hurting it was a line that I will not cross. But, I can make him think I have. My nuts were on fire. It had just given up everything with nothing held as a taboo. That's why I fucked it's ass first and then shoved my dirty cock in it's throat. It wrapped his hands around my legs and bade me to go deeper into it's throat. It swallowed with my cock deep in it's throat causing a pulsing sensation that I never felt before. It was driving me wild. It sucked my cock hard so I had trouble pulling out of it's mouth.

I snapped a pair of forceps on it's tits and locked it back in it's cage with it's hands cuffed behind him through the bars. I slept on the padded bondage table so as to be close to it. He whimpered from the pain in it's tits so I got up and gave them another click and told it to be quiet or I'd tighten them again. I realized I'd forgotten to turn on the shock setting on the collar.

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I dragged it out of it's cage this morning to use it. He had that strange twisted look on his face that he gets just before a migraine. My first thought though was to quit everything and get him into bed then thought, "fuck no, he can sleep it off in the cage". I removed all the restraints except it's collar and pushed another blanket into the cage. It curled up in a fetal position and closed it's eyes. I shut the shudders over the windows to darken the dungeon then left it alone.

It knew it would happen someday.

The whole reason that it met me back east was to be an object. "I may throw you out after ten minutes or keep you for months, depending how long I find you interesting."It is my turn on. I was never looking for a slave much less a partner and a husband or someone to love so intensely that I knew I wanted to own his heart and soul forever.

The truth is, I've taken boys before and used them as objects. It's what I do. I'm  sadistic by nature and I know all sorts of ways to get off on giving pain and keeping objects where I want them. Most of these would be objects start whining and trying to bugger out within a day or two but then my slave came along and took everything I dished out without one thought of getting away. I would have kept it longer but I had to get back to London fast. I kicked it out, believing I was done with it after tormenting and keeping him chained for a month. I ignored it for days at a time but it never lost it's eagerness to try to make me happy.

So now I have the time to fuck him over good. I started in on it without warning. That torture collar that I locked around it's neck turned me nuts in an uproar so I told myself this is the time to start in on it.

It has been caged for a day. I took it for a second time today so it could relieve itself then fed it the same bland Faro with egg white powder mixed into it. I strung it up by it's wrists and took my 12 footer to it's back. It went like it was comatose to focus in on the pain. I gave it 30 before it started struggling and then jumped up and screaming "No! No! No!" and whimpering from the shocks the collar gave it. I stopped to see if it was alright. I give it pain, I don't want to hurt it.

Jesus Fucking Christ, he came. The cum was dripping out of it's chastity belt onto it's bound feet. I finished whipping it then took it down and laid it on the work table with his feet hanging over the end. I took a small tawse and punished it by beating the soles of it's feet. It started heavy breathing like it was going to cum again. I pulled it's as over the edge of the table and fucked it. It is locked back in the cage with it's hands free to pull the ratty blanket up over it's self. Our eyes locked, I slapped it for looking in the Master's face.

Strangely enough, it looked happy.

Slave,
The collar is steel that can be tightened by 1/8 inch each day. It is wired to react to sound emanating from the boy with a shock that is sharp. I can also shock him with a remote. It won't more long before he intentionally shocks himself. He's like that.

He is taken out of the cage twice each day. I will make him wear a diaper if he makes a mistake. He would hate that more than anything I could think of so he'll hold. His food and water are limited to avoid mistakes.

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.

 



 

 

Too much for slave boi

MY slave is completely exhausted today after a week of his birthday gift and his afternoon with Daniel creating their respective slave contracts. They were both excited and nervous about the contracts because of what the future had in store for them and because they want the contracts to be air tight in a judicial sense, even though not legally enforceable.

I gave my slave a taste of how his treatment will change if I choose it. Our bed is a large iron dungeon bed with many bondage features included. I made slave stand at the foot of the bed with his arms shackled behind him and feet shackled. I trussed him up in a suspension harness, forcing him to stand and ball gagged him. I gave him a fucking rough caning on his legs as a warning and told him that if he disturbed my sleep that he would get that at least doubled. He was forced to stand and watch me sleep all night. I promised him another caning if I caught him sleeping.

I fucked the hell out of him this morning and forced him to lick me clean.

He's locked in five way heavy metal inside of a small cage for the day, resting before the arrival of my mate Regie who is going to work him over for 24 hours. My slave is in for hell and some nasty abuse.

Rings

We picked wedding rings today. We've commissioned a Goldsmith to come up with something different with sapphires and white metal. He came up with several designs for us to choose from.

I slept in a cage last night after being ordered to rim Master. My wrists and ankle were in police cuffs, forcing me to remain kneeling until I figured out how to lower myself to my stomach without banging myself up. Sleeping hogtied in police cuffs is miserable.

We're leaving for a weekend in Seattle. Friends are celebrating their wedding anniversary with a dungeon party. 

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.

Hot and Sweaty

I was feeling real good this morning. In fact I was hot and sweaty. Master was already out doing my chores before I woke up. I turned music on then went back to bed.

Pete laid out a spread for Thanksgiving dinner last night that was worthy of Gourmet Magazine's cover. Fresh herbs under the crackling skin of the turkey, mashed white beans instead of potatoes, roasted vegetables, dressing made of sprouted grain bread that he baked, wild rice and onion dinner rolls, pumpkin pie with praline topping that crackled like a brulet and sauces and gravy that was unbelievably delicious. I barely touched any of it.  Master took a look at me picking at my plate and reached over to touch me then sent me off to bed with a cup of hot chicken stock. I didn't even brush my teeth.

I went to a walk-in clinic this morning. I have the flu.

I want to post this picture for you guys. A friend on my Facebook page sent it.

 

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I wish I was doing this instead of being stuck in bed

 

 

 

Cage

It's hard to know where to begin but I am determined to leave psychology and reason out of this post.

After my difficulty the other night, Master took me to the playroom and ordered me to bend over the cage.  He used handcuffs and leg iron to restrain me to the bars.  He took his belt out of his worn leather jeans and wrapped it around my neck. He slowly tightened it while reaching through the bars to yank the steel that continuously traps my genitals. My cock painfully strained at it's chamber more and more as the belt dug deeper into my neck.

Master stepped behind me a used a glob of his spit to lubricate my hole before he fucked me. He was forceful and undisturbed by my cries and grunts.  He used the belt as a cowboy holds the reigns to control his horse.  He stopped short of dumping his seed in my ass and removed the belt from my neck.

He began to beat my entire backside with his belt.  He yelled "Scream! Scream at the top of your lungs boy!  I'm not stopping until you wear yourself out."  He continued to beat me until I slipped out of my endorphin high and began to feel all of the pain that he intended to inflict on me.  I cried tears although sobs at long turned to screams.

He stopped beating me and starting fucking me.  His pre-cum lubricated my hole. He pinched and pulled on my tits until he seemed to stiffen, pushing deeper inside of me. He came, roaring like a bear.

Master released me from the irons and told me to go clean up and then get my ass inside the cage. He locked it then literally flew into bed without stopping to turn off the lights.

Being beaten forced every spark of anxiety from my body.  It sounds like punishment but punishment is given with a prison strap and no bondage and I am not allowed to visually respond to the beating in any way.  This beating was for pleasure.

Wheel of Misfortune

We played wheel of misfortune today.  You can find it here: http://www.time2cum.com/wheel.html
It was originally written for Chastity "play" but it can be modified for other activities.  Master made several versions of it.  Bondage Time, Bondage Devices, Head Gear and Tortures.

Bondage can last between 2 hours and 3 days.  Bondage devices are rope, steel, leather harnesses, sleep sack, straight jacket, Bondage chair, etc.  Head Gear is Ball Gag and Blind fold, None, Isolation Hood, Breath Control Hood, Piss Hood. Duct Tape, Duct tape with piss pail & tube, Rubber lined tight hood, steel ball, etc.  Tortures includes tit clamps, leather Prison Strap, Master's belt, etc.

I spun 5 hours, steel bondage, piss pail & tube and Prison strap, tit clamps and none.  The torture wheel has 24 slots and 3 spins.

Master chained me inside of a cage with a steel plug in my ass. I was unable to move. He locked a three inch steel collar around my neck and chained it around two vertical bars.  He placed the piss bucket on a board that he laid on the top bars.  The pail has a drain hole that has a plastic tube connected to it. He placed the free end of the tube in my mouth and taped it in place with a duct tape gag.  He took a piss into the pail and asked the other guys to piss in the pail when ever they had to relieve themselves.  Master attached clamps to my tits then hung several other pairs over the cage bars. The guys attached which ever clamps that they chose, alternating with none.

My day was interesting. Piss dripped into my mouth all day and leaked from my body through a catheter into another pail, when the catheter was not clamped off, forcing me to retain my own piss in my sometime painfully distended bladder.  When my time was up in the cage, Master took me out of the cage and chained me on top of it.  He gave me twenty punishing full arm  strokes with the prison strap.

I like the wheel of misfortune game. I thought of variation that we can use. I'm surprised at how vicious I can be toward myself.

Running until Empty

The boy is indisposed today. I sent him to bed with a hot cup of chicken soup and a rap on the ass.

He went out running today. He plugged his IPod into his head and ran until he was thirty miles from home. I had to go rescue him. The boy gets lost inside himself sometimes.

Hey guys!  I notice none of you comment on his writing.

Master Ian

Long term life in a cage.

I love small places like cages, locked boxes and trunks, small dark closets and everything else that's locked bondage.  It's weird that I sweat in a stall in a public restroom or in my water closet at home.  I keep the door when I'm on the toilet ajar or open because I feel claustrophobic.  We were at Whole Foods today when it was extremely crowded.  So crowded that all the carts were in use. People were cutting other people off, carts were banging together and the general atmosphere was a panicked sense of rudeness that made me feel anxiety that caused me to feel like bolting from the store.  I used the bathroom, because my cock is locked in a chastity belt, I always have to use a toilet rather that urinal.  I usually use the handicap stall because it is larger than regular stalls.  I was forced by urgency to use a small stall.  The anxiety that I already felt combined with being in a small space made me feel as if I was suffocating.  It was a good feeling suffocation like having Master put a plastic bag over my head or covering my mouth and pinching my nostril shut. It was a horrible feeling that felt like death.

I finished in the bathroom then rushed out of the nearest store exit.  I called Master using my cell phone to let him know where and why I was outside. I waited for him on a patch of grass in the middle of the parking lot. He left his cart and came out to rescue me from myself. He talked me back into the store and carefully watched me as we finished our shopping.

So, I wondered how I could be locked in small places and love it but feel anxiety in larger places like bathrooms and toilet stalls. Does anyone have a reason?

Next. I have had times, especially with Master when I am locked in small spaces. I've been caged for as long as two weeks.  I mentioned a time when I first met Master when he was using me as an "object". He locked me in a cage for over seven days without letting me out. My friend Metal wanted me to tell him about it.

Here goes; It was a caging, nothing else. Master, who was not my Master at the time ordered me to crawl into a "puppy" cage. It had a steel floor, heavy metal bars on the sides and top. It was placed in the center of the room over a drain in the floor. He locked the door with a massive lock and told me to enjoy my stay.  He said I would remain caged until he got tired of knowing I was locked in it.  He didn't give me a time line. He left me in a completely dark space.  The only light was a red beam that emanated from a far off corner that did nothing to light the room.

I felt excited and horny for a while.  I wasn't restrained so I had access to my genitals and ass. I stimulated myself and almost came but I feared repercussions for doing self stimulation without permission.  Excitement fell away as did the feeling of being horny.  I became bored with the passing of time. It was a mistake for me to think it would be a matter of hours before Master came to release me. I became more bored, to the point of feeling agitated. Then I decided to try to meditate. I climbed through my Chakra but could not reach the top.  I was blocked. I eventually fell asleep with no way of judging how long.  I eventually had to urinate.  I held it until it became urgent and started to call out to be allowed to uses the toilet. My pleas were never answered,  I eventually pissed, trying not to get in the cage.

Master eventually came.  He made his way through the room guided by the light that illuminated it from outside in the hallway. He slide a plastic try and a plastic fork through the slot at the bottom of the door and set a gallon of drinking water inside the cage.  I told my captor that I had to take a shit.  He replied "oh? ok". and left again, leaving me to try to eat in the pitch blackness of the room.  I eventually reached the point at which I could not keep my bowels from moving.  I yelled for release but it seemed no one heard me.  I relieved myself into the disposable plastic tray and pushed it out of the slot at the bottom of the door. It smelled and filled the space with it's overwhelming odor, making me feel nauseous.

Master came in to tend to me. He used a hose and cold water to shower me and wet the floor of the cage. He handed me a soapy sponge and told me to clean myself and the floor of the cage.  He rinsed me off with cold water then sprayed the soapy water down the drain.  He slid another tray of now cold food under the slot in the cage door and closed the door to the room, once more leaving me in the dark.

This treatment seemed endless.  My brain cried out for stimulation and sunlight. My body begged for exercise and food. I constantly felt hungry even though I was inactive. The monotony of nothingness and inability to move my body was driving me crazy but I still felt a weird sense of comfort that I can't explain or understand.

Finally, after days of isolation, Master came to release me. I could finally stand and feebly exercise.  I took a long hot sudsy shower and dried myself with a towel rather that air drying in a chilly room.  Master fed me a meal that I ate sitting in the sunlight that spilled across the kitchen floor. I cleaned the dishes and the went back to the room containing the cage to clean away the stench I left in the cage and the floor around and under it.. 

Master was not finished using me.