Reaching Inside

Sometimes, Master reaches deep inside of me and takes my fluttering and trembling heart and holds it gently and takes it inside of him where he protects, calms and nurtures it. It is a place of quiet rest.

I am not the easiest person to live with, at least that is what I think. My mind is noisy and often filled with neurotic thoughts. I can be distrustful but I intentionally make myself vulnerable to show myself that I can trust. I can find love by loving, even when I think I am unlovable. I cry to battle my stoicism and hug when I feel like isolating myself behind arms folded in front of my chest.

Master understands though he is so much my opposite

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We skied every day and then scoured the shops for the fancy to buy. Cowboy hats and boots, hand woven blankets from Native Americans, antique clay pots and a cedar chair for the gallery in the center of our home. My favorite was a walking stick made from the root of a Juniper.

We sat in the Japanese tub every night drinking John Jameson Irish Whisky that has a 1964 tax stamp over the bottle cap. Does whisky age like a great bottle of red wine? I'm not sure but it tasted good enough to slowly sip.

Play was limited to a few pieces of rope and Master's belt, his cock, my mouth and ass. I am wearing the Carrara Chastity Belt and Master said he left the key at home. I am still locked in it.

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.

Yeah! Back to Normal

My chastity belt has gotten to be a comfort to me. It takes all responsibility for myself out of my hands but it hasn't been doing much since I'm not able to ejaculate anyway. I asked Master if he had done something to me with all this subliminal suggestion stuff that he has been subjecting me to. He said he had. "Trace, your Master wants you to cum", was his magic word. "Just to inform you slave, you can not release yourself. Only my voice will release you."

"You mean I can cum now?"

He told me to kneel in front of him. I obeyed. He said, "Hands tied" and I involuntarily crossed behind my back. He pulled me forward and gave me a bear hug. He pushed me back to begin torturing my tits with his fingers. I would never do anything to defend myself from him voluntarily anyway but he told me he would continue until I pushed his hands away. I could not free myself no matter the effort I put into it. I put my head against his chest and thanked him for taking greater control of me. He smiled and stopped assaulting my tit. He held me against his chest for the longest time. He said, "what is it that you want to ask me?".

"Master, you haven't plowed into either of my holes for a couple days, have I done something wrong?"

Master grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me into the bedroom to work me over.
Back to normal.
He tied me spread eagle on the bed, face down and drew his heavy old brown leather belt from his jeans and gave me 40 heavy whacks. It was the kind of beating that would have made scream of cry but he had not given me permission to make noise with my mouth. I gave full focus to each stroke, raising my butt to great it. My cock fought its prison and precum drizzled from the tube of the chastity belt into the bed.

He untied my ankles and folded my legs over me to the headboard and tied my ankles to the posts, spreading me open. His cock was already hard and dripping precum that he used to lubricate my hole. He climbed between my legs and looked straight into my eyes. I looked into his. He minded me that I belong to him and that he will do anything he likes to me. His eyes were intense in their gaze. I looked at his face, his hair and his weeks old beard, admiring him. I spoke without permission. Thank You Master.

Swinging in the breeze

I saw this scene in a murder intrigue movie. We've played at the scene once or twice. Each time that we get involved in replaying it, it gets more exciting, although it is almost exactly the same.

We played in the barn. There is a large pulley attached high up from a horizontal beam. A thick soft rope hangs from the pulley that is tied off at vertical beam.  The cool thing about this barn is that my Great Uncle purchased an old post and beam barn from the east and had it rebuilt on the land. I thought of using it for a studio when I first moved in..  We use this barn for play now and for a bunk house, although we haven't had anyone stay in it yet.

Master tied my wrists together in a thick coil of rope and did the same to my ankles and knees. He wrapped a long narrow strip of linen cloth around my head to blindfold me. He threaded the rope from the pulley through the wrist bindings the pulled me up so that I was forced to stand tall, barely reaching the floor with my bare feet. I was wearing a pair of white jockey briefs. It was how the victim in the movie was dressed. I already had a wet spot from precum that Master found entertaining. He slapped me across the gut as if to punish me.

I tell the last detail of the bondage with the caveat that it is dangerous and urge that you never leave a slave unattended when doing it. I could easily lead to a joking death.

Master used a large linen bandana to gag me. He pushed a corner of the bandana deep into my mouth, almost in the throat itself. He continued stuffing and packing it into my mouth until all but a small corner protruded between my lips. The dry bandana absorbs all the moisture in the mouth and feels as if it is swelling in size. It feels impossible to yell or cry out. It is a frightening feeling. If it were not Master administering this gagging, I might panic.

Master raised me into the air so that I swung freely in the air. It became stressful fairly quickly. Breathing was a chore after a while because of the tension in my chest.

In the movie, the murderer left the victim hanging while he went off to kill another person. He was unrealistically unstressed by the situation. Master never left me. He swung me around in circles and stroked my body with his hands. He lowered me when he thought I had near enough and pulled my briefs down to my knees. They were soaked with precum. My cock was painfully rigid. Master sucked my cock into his mouth and throat. It is a rare pleasure. He worked my cock until I came into his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking focusing on my urethral opening, driving me out of my mind.

Master lowered me to the ground and gently pulled the gag out of my mouth then lowered me to my knees. I gratefully worked his cock with my mouth until he was nearly ready to cum.  He grabbed me by my ears and forcefully face fucked me until he blasted his load into my throat. I choked and some how managed to get a load of his cum into my nose. His cum dripped from my nose along with snot from my irritated throat and sinuses.

He untied me and we hugged then I ran into the house, as Master suggested, and rinsed my sinuses with saline until I cleared the mess out. We tumbled into bed for a while and laid there talking and...

My Slave Is Not In Any Condition To Write

You asked about bring a object slave.

This is what it is all about. The boy has a marker buried in his body that can be used to track him down any where he goes. Yah, he can run but he cannot hide. The thing is, he does not have any reason to run so he can go any where he wants as long as I know where and with whom he goes. Truthfully, the only thing he does alone is run. I can sprint fast, may be some two hundred meters but the boy runs like Mercury kilometer after kilometer until his body suddenly quits.

I played a game without him knowing what I was planning. He was out running and I tracked him down and headed him off. He came running toward me and I stopped him. Christopher jumped out of the truck and we man handled him, talking to each other like we caught a run-away. We ignored the boy, gagged him, hand cuffed and chained him in the back seat of the truck and took him home.

We strung him up in the barn and beat him, telling him he was going to learn to never try to run again. We took turns beating him. He was screaming and crying but there aren't any safe words with us.  He was sore and red as a cherry when we got done with him. We tied the boy to a post in that barn so he couldn't slide down to rest and left him there, standing, naked with nothing but a clothes peg on the end of his wee little shrunken cock. We went back to torture him before we locked him in a cage for the night. We worked his genitals over with a zap stick, violet wand and weights tied around his nuts. We jerked and edged him and told him he could shoot and then told him to stop the second he started shooting, but it was too late. I turned him over my knee and gave him a good hand blistering for cumming after I told him to stop, then took him into my bedroom and locked him in his cage, after I fucked his sore arse.

I dragged his arse out of his cage mid-night and forced him to throat my cock then fucked him again.
By that time, he figured out what I was doing to him but I think he knew all along. He just let me know then.

I just kept busting his arse for the next days until I was tired of it. I took the fucker to bed and wrapped around him like he likes, slid myself into him and held him there.

Master Ian

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.)

Not a Sunny Day.

We had breakfast around the pool this morning. Well, Master had breakfast. He frog tied me while we were still in bed this morning. He carried me outside an put me down on the tile and left me there while he and the guys ate. Daniel said, "if that were me there, I'd think it would be nice to be gang banged to get the day started".

After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.

Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.

Together Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Opposite of What I Expected.

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

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

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

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.

Miho

We went to the mountains to visit the Miho today. The roads leading into the forests were breathtaking. The museum was crowded with western as well as Japanese tourists.

I love Japanese food, now that I've tried a few things that I was afraid of but I still stick to mostly vegetables and noodles. I'm just not a fan of rice unless it's mixed into something.  I had Udon noodles with vegetable broth, garlic chive flowers and boiled egg for breakfast this morning, Ramen noodles with chicken and vegetables at mid-day.  The ramen cooks make the noodles by hand. They are definitely different than the stuff we have in the U.S. The broth that they make is a matter of pride and the chefs who specialize in ramen compete with each other.

I hate sushi because of the texture of the Nori and rice but I love sashimi.

We're having some bondage fun over the weekend with a doctor who specialized in medical "torture" scenes. We invited him to dine with us in the hotel and then had a drink in our suite. He's an interesting mad who has had body completely covered with tattoo except from the neck up, below the wrists and below the ankles. He is very circumspect about exposing them or showing them off. I wouldn't have seen them either except that he and Master used my holes for a while.

The Slap the Stinky Slut Game

This was a new game.

I'd finished my morning duties. Master filled my gut with his piss then used my hole for his first fuck of the day.  He laid down on me, pinning me down with his weight and strength then slipped the loops of rope that are allows attached to the corner posts of the bed around my wrists. His cock was still stiff inside me. He was grinning and his eyes sparkled.

"YOU FILTHY STINKY SLUT! YEAH! YOU'RE A STINKING FILTHY SLUT."  He slapped me across the face twice then called me names again. I felt panic and anger well up inside of me.  This treatment harkened memories of my mother and the way she slapped me around from the time I was a toddler. (It was the reason my grandparents took me away from her.) It was an ugly feeling. I fought my tears and looked up into Master's face. It wasn't the crazed angry face that I remembered the last time that I was slapped. It was Master, the person who loves and owns me.

My mind sort of flipped. I no longer felt terror. I started to laugh at the absurdity of the names Master called me. "Yeah sir, you certainly seem to love having this slut around to fuck any time you get the urge. You're the one who turned me into your slut. I was a good little Christian boy before you forced me into the life of perversion that I always dreamed of". And we laughed, I struggled and he slapped me a few times more.

His cock was still hard and he started to fuck me again.

He licked my ears and face, then my neck and tits. He took my cock in his mouth and head fucked his self. He ordered me to cum and then told me not to cum when I got close. He edged me over and over again until I absolutely lost control and shot my load into his mouth. He crawled over me again and forced his tongue into my mouth and spit my load in my mouth.

I learned to control my reactions to a bad memory.
Someone that I recently heard or read said, "You can't control which door people come into your life but you can control which window you throw them out".  Sometimes, Master forces me to look inside of myself to find old demons and throw them out. He gives me a safe perch to stand on.

 

This is just a picture that I found on Pinterest. It's a picture of an Egret in the midst of a mating ritual.

I've been searching for Heron pictures for a tattoo.

What do you think of this?

PURPLE SOUP

Joe had the day off so I decided to make lunch.  I made Avgolemono (Greek Egg Lemon Soup) with chicken and BLT sandwiches with avocado spread instead of mayonnaise. It was all very good tasting but the soup was purple.  We never have white rice in the house so I decided to use Chinese Black rice, which is actually extremely dark purple. Dark purple is okay. Dark red, blue and purple food is high in antioxidants, right?  This soup was a lovely shade of Easter lavender.  The guys fussed about the color but all asked for a second serving.

It was an easy day. All of our work was done by lunch time. The vineyard labor is done for now.  Irrigation is in and everything is planted. We all took the afternoon off.

I had been thinking that Master hadn't given a good beating since before we got married. I wondered if we were becoming old married people that I've heard sad stories about. They have a heated relationship then gradually lose interest in what brought them together. I've also heard about Masters who say they love their slaves too much to "hurt them" or they just get tired of playing because it's no longer unpredictable.

It is a wonder how two people can be so close but stop communicating. In my case, I never want to be pushy, I have always hoped for the unexpected but that doesn't always work. Just as I chanced to start a discussion about it, Master took me out to the barn that we've fitted out for a dungeon. He ordered me to strip completely and told me to put my shit kickers back on. He coiled rope around my wrists and slipped a hook through the coil. He tied my ankles together and then above and below my knees. He pulled my wrists high above me by a rope that hung over the beam above.

"You're not going to like this but I think we both need this". He tortured my tits and cock and balls. It wasn't the usual play torture. He was intense and very sadistic. I screamed and broke in to tears but it only egged him on. He turned his attention to my back side. Using a cane and strap, he beat me and then beat me more until I stopped reacting. He turned his attention to my front side. He beat me from neck to toe using a long narrow ruler shaped paddle.

He was right, Master pushed me beyond my limits. He pushed me after I begged him to stop. He said "no" to every plea and every time he said "no" my cock seemed to grow harder. I felt wonderful once he dropped me to the ground and picked me up again. He held me for the longest time.

Areas of my body were dark purple, like the color of Chinese Black Rice.

 

 

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.

More about Tattoos

I found this picture on tumblr. I think the work is beautiful and so is the guy but what will he look like as he ages. I wonder what kind of work he does. Does a facial tattoo make it difficult to find a job? He looks clean cut and tattoos don't have the stigma that they had when I was this kids age but a lot of business decision makers may disqualify him. 


Me and my sore ass.  I wasn't even awake when Master had his cock up my ass this morning. His appetite for sex is relentless. I'd like to see him locked in a chastity belt for just one week to see how crazy it would make him.

I spent a couple hours on the floor in Master's office this afternoon. He locked a Punisher Chastity Device on my cock and put pricker pads under my short rubber cat suit then hog tied me so I was forced to lay on the prickers and spikes. He didn't gag me. I presumed he want to hear me moan from the discomfort he was causing me by stabbing my tits and cock.

Zeitgeist

I watched a movie called "Zeitgeist" yesterday afternoon. I was confined to bed by the family because they were sick of me being sick. They loaded me up with homeopathic anti-virals, hot liquids and a vaporizer with sinus clearing herbs.

I'm not much of a conspiracy nut but I found my self agreeing with much of what was said during the movie, especially religion and it's use to numb the minds of the populace to gain political and economic control.  I'm a sworn and true capitalist but I see where individuals and companies use their money for political agendas rather than good.

 

There is a point a which a very few people have so much wealth that it becomes useless for any practical purpose. There are many of those few who start wars to protect what they have and profit by those wars through funding, building materials to perpetuate wars and destroying the sanctity of life.

Watch Zeitgeist. You can find it on Netflix. Tell me what you think.

Speaking of wealth. How hypocritical!  The last remnants of my grandparents material processions are being sold off at auction soon. I chose to have my grandmother's Steinway and some of the art sent to me.  It arrived while we were in Aspen. I learned to play stringed instruments but I never felt interested in piano.  When I was growing up, I would sit at the piano and pluck out the melody lines of simple songs. Some times I altered the timing. I'd get lost in it. I'm looking forward to doing that again.

We haven't had sex for a few days so I am looking forward to crawling into bed with Master tonight.
I tried to work outside today just to get some vitamin D pumping through my body. I still feel pretty good so I think the infection is past.

 

 This picture turns me on. I found it on Tumbler

 

 

 

The Wedding

Everything went perfectly as planned, even the weather cooperated. We didn’t get the rain that was in the forecast but everything was still held in the house with quests spilling outside to wander around the property.

Master and I wrote our own vows in secret so neither of us knew what was being said. We dressed in new leather and shiny new boots. We exchanges custom designed rings. The house was decorated in Silver Dollar Eucalyptus, Western Cedar, moss with preserved field and forest flowers.

Domaine Carneros was the sparkling wine of the day along with other Sonoma Valley wines. There was a variety of micro-brewery beers from around the world including a Heffeweis from Florida called Funky Buddha. Hard beverages were kept locked away. Dinner was perfect, the cake was decorated to look like studded leather and the party rocked on for hours. Some of the guys got together to play after the hetero people left.

Master, MY HUSBAND, and I went to our room after things started to settle down and cuddled in bed with a new state of mind about who and what we have become to each other.  The dogs cried at our door until we opened the door for them and then we all went to sleep.

It’s Thursday. We’re in Aspen, alone. It was an unexpected trip that we made on impulse. The house was left completely furnished by the previous owners and the realtors and property manager arranged to have it cleaned from top to bottom. It must have been a token of prestige for the owner. It appears that they rarely, if ever, used it.

We've been staying home at night after dinner to watch "Lost" on Netflix.

 

 

Soft and Fluffy

Has anyone owned or touched the fur of a Great Pyrenees? Their fur is like cotton candy without the stickiness. The Pygmy Goats are either curly and wiry or silky. Alpaca are soft and fluffy, their cousins, the llama are fluffy and slightly coarse to the touch. The Horses are silky but when you ride them bareback  while naked, the hair can stab you in all your tender tender places.

I used most of the day outside grooming the animals. My naked and waxed body was covered with hair, fur, sweat and dirt by the end of the day. I rinsed off in a cold outdoor shower before going into the house.

Master had a treat for me when I went into the bedroom to change. He purchased what seems to be science fiction headgear. It consists of a steel posture collar with a lot of bolts, turnbuckles and a padlock on each side of the neck. An extension goes down back of the neck and another down the chest. When everything is fitted, it is impossible to move the head. A muzzle contraption fits from the neck, just below the chin to the back of the collar and another steel band wraps around the head at eye level to form a loose fitting eye shield that partially blocks vision. A steel tube fits in the mouth and curves up the front of the face and attaches to the harness strap at the forehead. The head is completely imprisoned. An optional funnel fits into the top of the tube.

Master tied me so that I was stuck in a seated position. We were in the TV room watching soccer games. I was the urinal for the evening. Five beer guzzling guys made use of me. My gut filled, my bladder felt like it would burst and there was no way to get relief except to soak an antique oriental carpet.

hmmm...

Last Night

So we were staying in a hotel in San Francisco last night. Master had me tied quite inescapable, in fact, uncomfortably inescapable. He had stuffed a wash cloth into my mouth, tied it in place with a dirty sock then wrapped duct tape around it several times.

I'd been that way since lunch.

He slipped into his 20 hole grinders and laced then snuggly over his tightest leather jeans. His words were muffled a bit by a cigar that he held in his mouth. "I'm going out for a few hours but don't worry, I'll tighten your bondage and wrap more tape around your gag before I leave and so you won't get bored, I'll clamp you tits and the tip of your cock".

He turned the lights out just before leaving. "Don't forget", he said, "You're in a hotel room and you don't want to disturb the other guests", he laughed as he closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the hallway.

So, wherever you are, that's were you are.

Pain set in quickly as the teeth from the clamp on the tip of my cock started to work into my flesh.

Master, soon to be husband, warned me that we were to spend our "honeymoon" as husband and object. It seems to me that the knots in my harness are tightening and I plan on enjoying it.