Slave

My slave is okay. He arrived in Paro, Bhutan safely. He's taking time to acclimate to the altitude before hiking to the monastery to meet his friend. I can actually track his movements to the square meter when he is not in a plane as well as call him via GPS.

Most or all of the seismic activity is west of Bhutan in Nepal. boy flew in from the east via Japan and Thailand.

As for me, I am entertaining Reggie for a few days as I assume my old role as slave to him. I don't do that when my slave is around. If I am any good at all at being the boy's Master it is because Reggie was a damn good Master to me.

This picture is from Tumblr, it's not me but I spent the better part of my life as Reggie's slave sleeping this way. I was locked to a ring in the floor with about a half meter of chain. It was hard at first because it made feel like a very hungry whore. I felt content and happy after I got used to it and the position became so common that it didn't make me horny any more.

Restrained in a Chair

I restrained my slave in a chair yesterday afternoon and left him there until midnight, my usual bed time. His ankles and wrists were chained form under the chair using:

 

http://www.blacksteel.com/hcs/index.cgi?section=Collection&start=18&mode=1

 

His feet went from the front under the chair, his hands were cuffed, palms facing out, behind the chair. He was restrained in the chair with a locking Humane Restraint belt across his chest and waist.

 

I strapped a ball gag head harness on his head and locked it then wrapped his neck with a three to four inch, very stiff leather collar made by Humane Restraints for a toy company in Pennsylvania. I blindfolded him with blacked-out Army goggles.

 

He was bound in the Television area of the great room. I hung a pair of Japanese Clover clamps over the back of the chair and told the guys to use them to torture him throughout the afternoon and evening. His tits were well tortured.

 

I wore a pair of black Diesel briefs that he repeated came in during his session.

 

I released him and we took a shower together where he blew me and I fucked him then we went to bed.

 

This morning, before breakfast, I hauled the slaves sleepy ass out to the dungeon and strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his lovely round ass with a Tawse. His cries turned to screams. 

 

 

 

Being my slave, I can use him anyway I want, when I want, nothing needs to make sense for him and nothing needs explanation. I am going to take him on a wild ride.

 

 

 

Training the Object

Everything is random at this time. I want to keep him off balance for a while. I sat with object while it ate breakfast and we talked. It sat with his back to me and raised my hand to cover his mouth and nose and leaned back into me when I asked it how it felt. I eventually turned it around and face fucked it then left him on his knees.

It is hard to treat the person that you love most in the world as an object. This is training for me as much as it is for him.

Heavy Chains

I packed the chains in the back of the truck without the slave knowing. We hopped in the truck for a leisurely ride, or so he thought. We stopped for lunch at a little diner then continued the drive. He knew exactly what was happening as I turned off the "main" road.

"This isn't just a leisurely drive, is it."

I smiled and reminded him that he knew he would end up riveted in the chains again. He was silent for the rest of the trip. I knew that he would. He was unhappy but tried his best not to let it show. This was exactly what he wanted. He wants me to take merciless physical control of him as well as psychological control. Wearing the heavy chains long term will fill the bill on both accounts. I was getting hard just thinking about him having to negotiate almost a hundred pounds of steel whenever he moves.

Ray was ready for us. We three talked over a beer and Ray went to work setting the red hot rivets in place. His skill kept him from injuring the slave although the slave was wide-eyed with fear during the entire procedure.

The slave is wearing a heavy steel collar that is nearly as wide as a posture collar. A chain connects the from of the collar to the heavy steel waist restraint then down to the chain connecting the ankle restraints. The wrist restraints also have a chain on each side the connects through a ring in the sides of the waist restraint. Those chains can be pulled tight, locking the wrist snug against the waist. A chain connected to the back of the collar is clipped to the back of the waist. It can be unclipped and locked to a stationary object, such as the ring in the wall that it is connected to now.

Ray took such beautiful care in the design that there are no corners or edges on the irons so bruising and abrasions are minimal. My slave is confined to the wine cellar cell where he goes to escape noises, light and sound that might disturb him during a migraine.

Once the boy was secured in irons, we stowed him in the back seat of the truck where the dark glass obscures sight of him. He was not happy but again, he would not complain, he knew he had asked to be an object again at the end of his month with me in my New Your house. I never managed long term imprisonment for him until now. He is far better off in the cell than he was the first time. He can reach the toilet, sink and water faucet.

I am thinking about making feeding time hard on him sometimes by locking his wrists to his sides. He will only see me at feeding time or when I decide to torture or "punish" him. He is doing nothing but hard time isolation until I think he has had enough.

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A member of the Chateau, the one from the Emerits who pulled his slave's teeth, contacted me through the Chateau. He gave me a very handsome offer for the rent or purchase of my slave. I had to laugh and obviously said, "NO!" I told the boy once I got him all settled in his cell. He wasn't  phased by the offer because he knows it happens all the time. He laughed and hugged my legs. "This is life long".

Hooded and F83ked

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.

Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.

I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

 

 - Haruki Murakami

 

 

 

Nothing makes sense today.

I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.

 

He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.

 

Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.

 

I am horny and frustrated today. 

Home Slave, Home

The prisoner was chained to the Oak tree on the side of the shed. Wraith walked me out to talk to him as I had invited him to join the conversation.

"Warden Wraith tells me that you asked to stop this treatment. Do you want us to end this?"

"Master, I will do what you want."

"What do YOU want boy!"

"I want to go home and be with you, I don't care about the chains, but I wish we could go home and live more vanilla for a while. I'm just feeling that I'm running on empty. I need to work. I need to walk in animal shit in my work boots and I need to work in my studio."

I gave Wraith a nod and he unlocked the chain that held the boy prisoner under the tree. I helped the boy to his feet and held him under his arm as he struggled to follow Wraith to his studio. The chains and restraints were very heavy, restrictive and cumbersome. We helped the boy climb onto the work table. Wraith told him that he had to drill the shaft of the rivets and that there would be a lot of uncomfortable vibration and hammering. He also told the boy to let him know if the heat from drilling got too hot for him.

"Before we start we have two other things to discuss. Master Ian, do the chains go with you or stay here with me?" He handed the branding Iron to me for me to inspect. "When do we take care of this?"
I paused and held the iron in front of the boy. His eyes opened wide with fear. "Do you want this boy?" He stuttered "that is something that I cannot say. I would be honored if that is what you want, Master, SIR! I do not presume to know your intention".

Wraith laid the iron in the brazier until it glowed a sinister red then waved it in the air for several minutes to let it cool. The boy laid still as if he was restrained directly to the table. Wraith position the iron above the boys buttock and looked at me to approve the positioning. I nodded and Wraith set the hot iron to mark the boy indelibly with my initials. He winced and tightened then relaxed. He cried silently.

Wraith removed the irons from the boys body. He reached up and hugged Wraith and thanked him for everything. He asked him to come down to stay at the house whenever he wanted. He hugged me and apologized for falling short of living through my plans and hugged me like he never hugged me before.

We invited Wraith for dinner out with us but he said he had a job to finish by the end of the week.
He dressed the boys wound and we climbed into the truck and headed for home.  We stopped for a late lunch. The boy was so tired that he ate very little.  While in the truck, he put his hand on my thigh and leaned back in his seat and fell asleep.

The chains rattled in the bed of the truck.

Prisoner's Life

He did not sleep so comfortable last night. His arms were pulled behind him and locked to the ring in the floor. The chain leading to the ankle manacles was shortened.  Wraith gagged him then gave him a stiff paddling for no other reason than wanting to so he was forced to sit on his sore ass all night.

I am not in London, I'm home languishing in the slaves absence but I want him to get a better idea of what real imprisonment might feel like, including being sexually abused by a stranger. The only thing that I cannot take away from the slave is that he knows I would not put him in a situation that is not safe. He's missing the fear factor. I have arranged for just a glimpse of it for him the morning before I come to pick him up. (I will be there but he won't know it.)

T: email is good.

Prisoner's Progress

Rich or Wraith as he is known and I had a conversation about my boy and prisoner earlier today.

Wraith laid down his rules for his prisoner. They were the usual;
Never look him above his knees unless told to do so.
Never speak unless required by Wraith.
Always begin and end a sentence with Sir.
Attempts to escape will be met with more pain than he has ever felt.
Eat and Drink everything he is given. Failure to do so will result in skipped meals for two days.

To demonstrate punishment, Wraith produced his antique sjambok from South Africa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sjambok  . He placed a pillow on his work bench and gave it a whack. It split the pillow, sending stuffing every where. The foolish boy requested that he receive a sample. Wraith bent him over the edge of the table and gave him a whack on his buttocks. Mind you, it was not a full arm swing. That would have cut into the boys ass. Wraith made the boy clean up the mess from the pillow then brought him out to the shed behind the Studio and chained the boy to the floor using the chain that hung from the back of the collar. He could reach a plastic covered mattress and a bucket to relieve himself.

Wraith told me that his prisoner slept soundly. A picture that Wraith sent me showed the prisoner seeming to sink through his mattress. His fingers grasped his left nipple and he stretched out as long as the chains allowed. Wraith chained him under an Oak tree during the day. He looked completely at ease as if he was sprawled out in a poolside chaise. He held the iron belt as if to relieve himself of it's weight. Even in restrictive bondage he has far more freedom than he had in the dungeon.

Finding a privat diary on my slaves external drive.

My slave has given me absolute irrevocable power of his life, "past, present and future". He had turned his keys for everything so that nothing can be hidden. I'm learning trust from him.

I found a external storage device labeled Diaries and writings. I plugged it in and started reading. There are years worth of diaries dating back to high school and early writings about everything you can imagine.

I found references to suicide over the years that saddened me. He had even worked some plans out in detail. He was desperate for something he never felt he had. Someone to hold him tight. He wrote about feeling like a burden to his grand parents and being taken care of by housekeepers and chaperone who never quite filled his need for love.

Here is an excerpt that I feel safe in adding here

6 May 2011

I had a night with a “Top” named Alan. I was frustrated by his lack of experience. I was infuriated by wasting my time. Why do I bother? Do you think I want too much?

I’ give almost anything to find a real Master to take over my life, sort of like Max does without the history we share that keeps him from going all the way with me. It’s never going to happen. He’s been by surrogate father since I was 5.

So what do I want?

Someone bigger and stronger than me.
Someone masculine who cares little about what people think of him.
Tough and a little street wise.
Driven by a high testosterone level.
A little unwashed.
Someone who wants to turn me into his pig.
Tattoo/pierced

Someone who cares about me but has a dispassionate and sadistic side.
Someone to keep me unbalanced.
Someone to keep me balanced.
Someone who can say No to me.
Someone who won’t put up with my moody shit.
Someone who will slap the crap out of me if I say something mean or sarcastic

Someone to love me for good and bad but strong enough to eliminate the bad.

Someone who has the same wealth or has an ability to ignore mine.
Wealth can make happiness hard to find.

Someone to keep me captive and bound and torture me without hurting me.

Someone, most of all, someone that I can love, worship and respect so much that I can forget myself.

 A man who can change as our reality changes.
A man who can be Master, friend and big brother but mostly be my Master.His list went on.
 

Now for some fucking fun. My Mate Regie. He is an Irish Ginger that is fucking fun to be with. He trained me in a lot of stuff. He's here to help record some more hypnotic shit and work the slave over in ways he never felt before. Slave is in his cage except to piss and stretch and of course be fucked. Been that way for over a day. He'll stay there longer until he's good and tired of it.

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.

Just thinking

I'm guessing that most bottoms and slaves fantasize about someone slightly older, definitely stronger and larger, as well as ruthlessly demanding to dominate them. I know that is what I fantasized about when I went out on the prowl. I never dismissed someone because they were smaller or younger because it did nothing for me but limit my experiences.

I once bumped into a guy that I would consider tiny. I'm 6'1" and he was less that 5'6". His fantasies were opposite of mine. He like to dominate bigger guys, especially guys my height of taller. I wondered if it was because he had some sort of size envy or was teased for being a small guy. He talked me into going home with him one night. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and enforced his commands with an electric baton that he bought at The Spy Store. One brush with that toy told me that he wasn't messing around. He was not afraid of causing another guy pain and as it turned out, he was ruthlessly creative.

As I got to know him, I learned that he had a black belt in several martial art forms. Not only that, he could move like a monkey to dominate his opponents. We got to be close and he referred to me as "his boy", especially at parties or bars.

When I answered Master's ad looking for men to treat as objects, I gave no credence for to my fantasies concerning age or strength. I answered it because unless he was a bull shitter, he was ruthlessly demanding. He was looking for a pain pig to keep in bondage. I was emotionally at a loss in my life and looking for someone to give me a thrill. I definitely wasn't looking for what I found.
He is slightly older, much larger and stronger and frighteningly (at times) demanding.

Sometimes I wonder at my good fortune, especially now that we've gotten to know and trust each other. We've come a long way since the days in his dungeon when I was left alone on the floor wrapped in a straightjacket, blindfolded and gagged with duct tape with a three foot chain attaching my collar to the floor. I lay, seemingly ignored for days, in the mess that I had no choice in making.
He beat my ass brutally for making the mess after I had been forced to clean it. Oddly enough, it was never enough. The longer he kept me prisoner, the more I could see into his heart and like what I
knew of him.

Master encourages me in everything that I do unless it is pure folly. He keeps hold of my leash which is often too long and he is endlessly kind but still, his ownership is obvious in the way that he controls me. "Das Es" as Freud called it, sometimes longs for more of what happened in our first thirty days of being Owner and object. The problem is that I think we passed our ability to more than entertain it in play for more than a few days. It would not be possible to function as a useful member of society without exploring a more constructive purpose, especially given the dreams that we are building on together.

 

This photo is from ropestopbay. It is not me.
Master loves this position. He keeps me in it for long periods of time.
He can actually carry me around when I am frog tied.
It becomes painful.

Who knows, maybe he will put me in a straightjacket and chain me to the floor again sometime in the future and maybe he will find strength to leave me there longer. It would be more demoralizing for me now that I have so much that I love doing everyday. Maybe I am just full of egotistical bull shit.

Chastity

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Waiting Slave

Sitting on a cold stone floor.
Wrists handcuffed to a bolt above the head.
Ankles weighted with leg irons.
Blindfold.
Silence except for the jingling of chain
and a clock measuring the minutes that turn to hours.
No one hears the beating heart.

I'm not at all organized and don't really care

I feel like my days race by without a sense of accomplishment. I feel like a "dizzy queen". I wake up at 6:am, work outside, eat breakfast the work outside helping to dig holes under the rows wood posts and wires then go to my studio where I work until I'm in a state of total fatigue, except yesterday.

Master locked a chain around my neck and dragged me out to the dungeon. He fastened the chain to a bold near the floor, leaving me a foot leeway to barely move. I was sitting cross legged and bent at the waist. My hands were chained behind my back.

Master left me alone.

My lower back began to feel stressed but I managed to stretch then relax which helped me alleviate the pain. He came back later to leave tiger strips up and down my back.  He unchained my hands and ankles then lifted me up by my hips, leaving my neck chained. He filled my ass with lube and laid into me with his cock.

It was a disconcerting position to be in. I felt the chain tighten as Master moved us back and forth. His jiz filled my hole and dribbled down my leg while he continued fucking me. He came again.

We were at the building center in Colorado last week when I saw a man talking to a clerk at the contractor counter. He looked at me and our eyes locked, our movements were suspended. He was a big man, tall and massively built although muscular and fit. He wore his ball cap backwards. His left arm was heavily tattooed from his wrist, over his shoulder and disappearing under his tank top. Master came up behind me and told me to stop starring.

Oh! Oh! I thought I was in trouble but not so.
He reminded me of it that night when we crawled in to bed. It said it turned him on. He fucked me slowly and told me that I was an absolute slut and that's why I need to have my cock locked up.

Grin!

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 Gratuitous picture or is it an invitation?

 

 

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. 

Cold Steel in a Cold Cell

Master is still at the office with his brother and staff. I bowed out on Friday and went back to the Clubhouse to hibernate. A lot of the guys were there so there was no peace to be had up in the living quarters so I went down to the calls in the dungeon and fell asleep on a plastic covered mattress that is laid on a cement "bed". The cell is in a cold corner of the hallway so I robbed a few of the other cells of the wool army blankets that are neatly folded on the bare mattresses

My head was throbbing from a migraine. The cold darkness was soothing. A good long sleep in absolute darkness usually helps me get rid of them. I don't take drugs for them.

I woke with a chain locked around my ankles. The cell door had been locked. I was stuck, a prisoner of my own design. Master came to release me this past evening. I slept so much over the past couple of days that I am unable to sleep tonight. That is why I am awake and writing this.

 

We're flying home on Wednesday on a chartered jet after taking a couple days to relax and take in a few galleries. I have not indulged in such luxury before but I am grateful to be able to afford it. You still have to go through customs but most of the security hassles that we deal with on commercial flights are circumvented.

As Martha Stewart used to say, "It's a good thing".

Home Depot?

I was shopping at a home depot today. A guy helped me that I wanted to take home with me. He was tall, like Master but very thin. He had a buzzed head and huge brown eyes. I'd guess by his complexion that he worked outside quite a bit when not at Home Depot. He was such a turn-on that I couldn't stop starring at him. I could tell that he felt my attraction because he started to shy away from me while remaining quite friendly.

I gave him my card.

Master was in the store looking at padlocks and chains.

"Master, I know I shouldn't be looking at other guys but this guy turned me on almost as much as you do.
He replied "You're not dead just because you're my slave/ Looking is healthy".

"I gave him our card."

"Hmmm", was all he said.

We stopped at a farmer's Market on the way home and bought a bag of Blood Oranges, fresh purple beets and Swiss chard. We didn't tell Pete about the chocolate bar that we shared.

 MetalbondNYC

 

 

 

Lock Down

My slave is in lock down tonight. He's chained to the wall by his left ankle in a cool pitch black room. He's gotten nothing to do but curl up and sleep.

answers to questions

I was branded the same day I got the GPS tag.  The brand is a mark from the chateau. The pain while getting it is bizarre. It hurts like hell for the second or so that the branding iron touches the skin then my body went numb, as if I was in shock. They iced the burn then dressed it to keep it dry. The pain level was high for a few days then gradually faded. The brand healed and has faded so that it is almost unrecognizable. I have a strong fantasy about branding so I sort of got off on it. I like needles too.

The capsule is a GPS tag. The Chateau monitors and makes tracking information available to Masters. It's like being able to track family members on your cell phone.  Without going into detail about the reason, I had a surgeon friend remove the first one. We destroyed it. It's somewhere under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We were going to leave it out but after discussing the issue, Master decided to have a new one inserted.

 

image from:  www.metalbondnyc.com

Someplace in Germany

It's about 6:PM and the first stop is near an end.

I'm writing this while I sip a steaming cup of coffee. I haven't seen daylight for more than a day.  The "Chateau" driver was waiting for us outside of customs.  He restrained my arms behind my back and locked a leather hood over my head before we started the drive. We were greeted at the front door where Master and I were separated. They took Master to his room upstairs and took me down to the dungeon. The dungeon is a labyrinth consisting of a long corridor with rooms branching off at either side. Some are "Work rooms" others are a myriad of cells and locked rooms.

As is customary, I was chained by my neck, wrists and ankles and left with other slaves in the corridor. I slid to the floor and leaned against the wall to sleep until the others started to stir. I continued sleeping while the other slaves ate their breakfast. I could have slept all day after the trip to get here.

The others were taken away and returned during the day. "Training" is one of the reasons we are brought here. I've already gone through this twice. The last and third time was aborted by Master because he heard that I was abused by two of the guards.  They are no longer in contact with guests of the Chateau (what ever that means). I spent the entire day chained.  I socialized with the others when I wasn't sleeping.

I was taken to the showers this morning and then waited in a locked cell until the guards came for me.
Yes, they played with me and teased me while I was in the shower. One of them gave me head until I was on the edge then slapped me around a bit. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

They took me upstairs this afternoon and brought me to the room of ceremonies. I imagined that the induction process is sort of like joining the Masons. It's serious but just a little hooky. Master signed the papers, pledging to care for me and describe how I was too be handled if he died before me and a few other things that I can't talk about. I had to sign what is essentially a contract. Then the fun began. The inserted a GPS tracking chip between the ribs on my left side and renewed the brand that I was marked with over a year ago.

Getting a brand over the ribs hurts like hell!

We're waiting for our ride to Munich where we'll stay a few days before heading toward Berlin.