The prisoner is apparently unhappy today. He is apathetic and not eating. Not eating is common for him so I am not worried about that but being apathetic is. He also asked to be let out of the irons twice, each time Wraith visited him today. He doesn't know this but three separate requests and a counseling and he's out. He would spoil this for himself.
He also told Wraith that he knows I am home and he wants to go home to be with me.
I am driving up to bring him home. I cannot say if he will remain in chains. If he asks to have them removed again, we'll talk and it he still wants out, Wraith will strike the rivets.
We're pushing the event planned for Saturday up to today. Wraith made a branding iron with my initials. My slave is not anticipating this but I know he wants it.
What will it mean to wear my identification for the rest of his life?
Christian returned from Germany this morning. Butch and his slave Daniel have graduated from the Chateau. Christian said that Daniel broke at one point but regained himself after a quick visit from Butch. The two of them are driving through Germany for a week then coming home.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 15, 2014
Prisoner
The event came as a complete shock to the boy He never in his life thought it would happen. I is a fantasy that he thought would be fun but I am sure the reality of it was beyond his psychological reach. He is so far away from being a criminal besides what he wants, he wants to be safe. Then I read the story that he drew me to and realized that I can easily make him my prisoner. I had two ways to do it. I could bring him to the Chateau. They would keep him for the rest of his life if I wanted that. The better way was to keep him prisoner myself. I have everything I need. I could never live without him in my life. He is my most precious and I am obsessed with him.
The chains are very permanent, if I want them to be. Hot riveting them in place was risky business because he could have been burned. If anyone could do it, it was Rich. Rich can also remove them without damaging the boy or the irons when the time comes.
The collar weighs between 3 and 5 pounds. It is connected to an Iron belt that rests on the hips. A chain goes from the belt and hangs just below the knees before it separates and connects to ankle irons. Chains connected to the sides of the belt connect to wrist irons. His hands can be restrained front of back or shortened so that they are secured at his sides. A chain hangs down from the back of the collar this is padlocked to the back, a wall, the floor, what have you. He can be mobile but restricted. He can feed himself and tend to his bodily functions or he can be heavily restricted.
His psychological state determines the length of imprisonment but he will be done on December 14th so that we can make our trip to Europe. (I have not explained anything to him.)
His cock was raging when he was riveted in the chains but his head dropped when I left him in Rich's hands. When I gave him permission to speak, he asked me why. I told him, "because I want to". I told him to behave for his new warden as he would for me.
I, of course, get updates on his condition.
The chains are very permanent, if I want them to be. Hot riveting them in place was risky business because he could have been burned. If anyone could do it, it was Rich. Rich can also remove them without damaging the boy or the irons when the time comes.
The collar weighs between 3 and 5 pounds. It is connected to an Iron belt that rests on the hips. A chain goes from the belt and hangs just below the knees before it separates and connects to ankle irons. Chains connected to the sides of the belt connect to wrist irons. His hands can be restrained front of back or shortened so that they are secured at his sides. A chain hangs down from the back of the collar this is padlocked to the back, a wall, the floor, what have you. He can be mobile but restricted. He can feed himself and tend to his bodily functions or he can be heavily restricted.
His psychological state determines the length of imprisonment but he will be done on December 14th so that we can make our trip to Europe. (I have not explained anything to him.)
His cock was raging when he was riveted in the chains but his head dropped when I left him in Rich's hands. When I gave him permission to speak, he asked me why. I told him, "because I want to". I told him to behave for his new warden as he would for me.
I, of course, get updates on his condition.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Iron
“Almost like the good times before you talked me into giving you a lifetime lease on my body. In those old days, you’d often put me into make – believe bondage. Great fun it was, but somehow fake and frivolous – even silly. Both of us hungered for the real thing. We got it now, by god. Every time I wake during the night, I feel the aggravating weight on my neck, and know where I am, and who I am. You got my ass for good, buddy.”
From: The Collar by Lars
Read it at: Metalbondnyc.com
I read this story weeks ago after reading the above quote in boys diary. I have tried to make his bondage real but somehow or another, no matter how long, how painful or secure, it seemed fake and frivolous. After all, we referred to it as play. I don't know if his limited speech in the last few weeks is truly because of hypnotic suggestion or a real desire to give his self to me without conversation or commentary. I'd like to think it is a combination of the two.
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The boy slept well last night and serviced me with perfection when we woke. I fucked him twice. One of the times he raised my hands to his neck and strangled him as I came into his gut. His cock and balls were swollen and purple from being edged constantly. I told him to cum. It took a lot of rubbing to get him to explode. He rolled his eyes back in his head as if he was overdosing on some powerful drug. He lay gasping and clutching my forearms for several minutes after he came.
We showered together and then I dressed for breakfast. Boy attended naked as required. We sat on the patio by the pool sipping our second cup of coffee. He got out of hid chair and sat on the patio between my legs and threw his head back to look into my eyes. He smiled.
I put the boy in a leather mail sack and locked it to make it escape proof. I "tossed" him in the back of his pick-up and drove him to a friends studio. I fastened to rail in the back with a chain so he wouldn't role and tumble around and get hurt. It was a good hour drive, part of it on rough private road.
Our friend is a blacksmith and artist who makes beautiful fence gate, hand rail an other ornamental architectural art for homes and offices. I went into his studio to let him know I had the boy with me.
We talked about the boy and the head trip he was going on and just how we wanted to play him. We returned to the stand near the truck bed and started our play so that he was sure to hear it.
"Rich, I can't thank you enough for taking him off my hands. I have to fly to London for a few weeks and all the guys are gone. I can't leave the fucker alone and I can't take him with looking a beat up like this".
"Ian, it no problem. I'll chain him up in the shed out back and maybe work him over when I have the time. Let's get him out of there and fixed up".
Richard carried him into the studio near his forge. He dumped the boy out onto the concrete floor.
The whole Idea is to get him restrained in chains and leave him alone with very little contact.
Rich custom made a set of six point irons for the boy.
The entire rig was permanently arranged to cramp the boy. Rich threw large rivets into a pan in the forge Then lifted the boy onto a worn wooden table with a heavy iron pounding block held in one end. He arranged the restraints on the table along the boys body length. I removed his choking collar and gave rich free rein of the boy. Rich fit the heavy round stock collar around the boys head. He removed the collar then coved boys head with a heavy insulated fire proof bad. He place the collar on boys neck and put the two wings that formed the closure the held in in place on his striking block. He inserted a red hot rivet into the locking holed and struck it with a heavy hammer until the rivet flattened out. The collar became a permanent fixture on the boys body. He continued working top to bottom until the boy was permanently bound in iron and chains.
I read the above quote to the boy. He cried. I turned and left in his truck. Leaving the boy in Rich's devious clutch's,
From: The Collar by Lars
Read it at: Metalbondnyc.com
I read this story weeks ago after reading the above quote in boys diary. I have tried to make his bondage real but somehow or another, no matter how long, how painful or secure, it seemed fake and frivolous. After all, we referred to it as play. I don't know if his limited speech in the last few weeks is truly because of hypnotic suggestion or a real desire to give his self to me without conversation or commentary. I'd like to think it is a combination of the two.
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The boy slept well last night and serviced me with perfection when we woke. I fucked him twice. One of the times he raised my hands to his neck and strangled him as I came into his gut. His cock and balls were swollen and purple from being edged constantly. I told him to cum. It took a lot of rubbing to get him to explode. He rolled his eyes back in his head as if he was overdosing on some powerful drug. He lay gasping and clutching my forearms for several minutes after he came.
We showered together and then I dressed for breakfast. Boy attended naked as required. We sat on the patio by the pool sipping our second cup of coffee. He got out of hid chair and sat on the patio between my legs and threw his head back to look into my eyes. He smiled.
I put the boy in a leather mail sack and locked it to make it escape proof. I "tossed" him in the back of his pick-up and drove him to a friends studio. I fastened to rail in the back with a chain so he wouldn't role and tumble around and get hurt. It was a good hour drive, part of it on rough private road.
Our friend is a blacksmith and artist who makes beautiful fence gate, hand rail an other ornamental architectural art for homes and offices. I went into his studio to let him know I had the boy with me.
We talked about the boy and the head trip he was going on and just how we wanted to play him. We returned to the stand near the truck bed and started our play so that he was sure to hear it.
"Rich, I can't thank you enough for taking him off my hands. I have to fly to London for a few weeks and all the guys are gone. I can't leave the fucker alone and I can't take him with looking a beat up like this".
"Ian, it no problem. I'll chain him up in the shed out back and maybe work him over when I have the time. Let's get him out of there and fixed up".
Richard carried him into the studio near his forge. He dumped the boy out onto the concrete floor.
The whole Idea is to get him restrained in chains and leave him alone with very little contact.
Rich custom made a set of six point irons for the boy.
The entire rig was permanently arranged to cramp the boy. Rich threw large rivets into a pan in the forge Then lifted the boy onto a worn wooden table with a heavy iron pounding block held in one end. He arranged the restraints on the table along the boys body length. I removed his choking collar and gave rich free rein of the boy. Rich fit the heavy round stock collar around the boys head. He removed the collar then coved boys head with a heavy insulated fire proof bad. He place the collar on boys neck and put the two wings that formed the closure the held in in place on his striking block. He inserted a red hot rivet into the locking holed and struck it with a heavy hammer until the rivet flattened out. The collar became a permanent fixture on the boys body. He continued working top to bottom until the boy was permanently bound in iron and chains.
I read the above quote to the boy. He cried. I turned and left in his truck. Leaving the boy in Rich's devious clutch's,
Sunday, August 24, 2014
My Birthday
It was one of my three hard limits when I first met Ian. NO SHIT, NO BLOOD, NO SPIT. He agree. I, as most people do, know that these substances above all others are were we expose other people to disease.
Master tied my wrist high above my waist, combining it into a sort of shoulder harness. He carefully laid me back on the bed so that I was laying on my bound arms. He tied another length of rope just above my knees and another tie at my ankles. He reached into a black plastic bag and produced a dental gag that forces the mouth open. He strapped it tightly around my head and the slowly forced my moth open. I lay looking up at him. He stood above jacking himself to near ejaculation then stopped. He stood over me, clearing his throat. "Do you want this?"
I shook my head "No".
He snapped the gag open a bit further. I felt my cock harden.
He cleared his throat again, "you're Master wants you to take his spit, do you want it"?
I stared up at him and slowly shook my head "Yes".
He cleared his throat again, bent his head a few inches from mine and let go of a long string of phlegm.
"You liked that boy, didn't you."
I was fighting an orgasm.
"Do you want more?"
I closed my eyes and shook my head indicating that I wanted it.
He let go of another glob. I had an orgasm and shot cum over both of us. He squeegeed my cum with his finger and dripped it into my mouth. He stood up and stroked himself, shooting his entire load directly into my gapping fluid hole.
I found that I liked the humiliation of being used but liked Master's cum in my mouth more.
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I won't call the text above bullshit. I think it was meant for his kinky notes diary. It's true. There are those limits. I won't cross them. I read his comments and find he thinks about a lot of things. I think the boy might be giving in on that one before long.
The boy has a migraine this morning. Jesus fucking shit! Of all days! He's locked himself in the migraine cave. His doctor wants him to try oxygen when he has a migraine. Always keeping it kinky, the door has a spring latch and no way to open it once he closes it. I installed a chain hooked to a leather restraint that he buckles and locks to his right ankle. He flips a switch, it turns a light on upstairs so we know where he is and crawls under a padded blanket to try to sleep it off. Being in a locked room tells him he is stuck and not doing anything cause the room is jet dark inside.
Master tied my wrist high above my waist, combining it into a sort of shoulder harness. He carefully laid me back on the bed so that I was laying on my bound arms. He tied another length of rope just above my knees and another tie at my ankles. He reached into a black plastic bag and produced a dental gag that forces the mouth open. He strapped it tightly around my head and the slowly forced my moth open. I lay looking up at him. He stood above jacking himself to near ejaculation then stopped. He stood over me, clearing his throat. "Do you want this?"
I shook my head "No".
He snapped the gag open a bit further. I felt my cock harden.
He cleared his throat again, "you're Master wants you to take his spit, do you want it"?
I stared up at him and slowly shook my head "Yes".
He cleared his throat again, bent his head a few inches from mine and let go of a long string of phlegm.
"You liked that boy, didn't you."
I was fighting an orgasm.
"Do you want more?"
I closed my eyes and shook my head indicating that I wanted it.
He let go of another glob. I had an orgasm and shot cum over both of us. He squeegeed my cum with his finger and dripped it into my mouth. He stood up and stroked himself, shooting his entire load directly into my gapping fluid hole.
I found that I liked the humiliation of being used but liked Master's cum in my mouth more.
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I won't call the text above bullshit. I think it was meant for his kinky notes diary. It's true. There are those limits. I won't cross them. I read his comments and find he thinks about a lot of things. I think the boy might be giving in on that one before long.
The boy has a migraine this morning. Jesus fucking shit! Of all days! He's locked himself in the migraine cave. His doctor wants him to try oxygen when he has a migraine. Always keeping it kinky, the door has a spring latch and no way to open it once he closes it. I installed a chain hooked to a leather restraint that he buckles and locks to his right ankle. He flips a switch, it turns a light on upstairs so we know where he is and crawls under a padded blanket to try to sleep it off. Being in a locked room tells him he is stuck and not doing anything cause the room is jet dark inside.
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