Panigale?

There is notion that I am sure that he thought of. There is already too much power in the garage as it is. A Panigale is obviously or gorgeous bike but le's show some restraint here Tony. I see that Master didn't tell you about his new Ducati that is bright shiny black. There seems to be some metaphor in his color choices. He gets the black, I get the white.

Master and Ray came up with a proper holding device for me. It is intense, it is restrictive but excruciating to be locked in it. I almost panicked the first time Ray locked my head in place in the helmet. I don't know why but I have never been entirely comfortable with rigid things over my head. I have anxiety when I put a full bike helmet over my head but like most things, I talk myself through it. Now I am thinking that a padded hood with hoses into the nostrils might feel really hot before having my head locked down. I was locked down for a little more than eight hours. I have to admit that near the end, I was wishing for a long soak in the hot tub followed a long rest under crisp linen and down.

We went on an after lunch ride on the new toys and stopped in a secluded patch of trees. Master ripped his fly open and pulled my jeans around my ankles to do the obvious. He nor I ever seem to get enough.

In response to Master's 24/7 bondage comment: I am in 24/7 bondage. The obvious is the steel ring that I wear around my neck. There is no way to get it off but cutting it off. He also keeps a steel belt locked above my hips because he thinks it looks hot when I am naked. It's also a form of appetite suppressant should I ever develop an appetite. I enjoy food but I have never had impulses that tell me to eat. 

Did you read about the Texas lawmaker that wants to make sodomy illegal and proposes that people caught doing sodomy should be shot through the head?  Which head was he thinking about anyway.

Is it true that Ted Cruze will run for President? I hope Americans are smart enough to run from the anomalous excuse for a human. He is a man who ardently chooses ignorance over knowledge.

London and The slave's Life in Chains.

A day of aggravating meetings for me today. I'm thinking that I am selling out my interest in this archaically minded company and putting those interests in something in the US.

The highlight of my day is hearing about my slave. Ray removed the heavy chains this morning. He was blistering around his neck. He's still locked up most of the day and they are giving each other hell. The boy is mocking disobedience to earn Ray's attention (which he gladly gives). Ray tells me his ass is well bruised and welted. He also tells me that if he didn't know the boy was being disobedient for fun that he's lock him up tight and leave him that way with nothing but bread and water.

BTW: Do you know the actual significance of "Bread and Water"?
It was a punishment in historical times. The prisoner is given a meager amount of water and rather dry bread. When the prisoner ate the bread, it was hard to swallow. When he drank water, the bread swelled from the moisture. The whole mass moved slowly through the GI system causing constipation which caused further pain and misery to the already malnourished prisoner.

So there you have it.


An exerpt from the boy's Diary.

Diary

Starting 01.01.2015

The Wish List

Everything important that I wanted for 2014 came to fruition.  The Ranch is in a state of maintenance. The olive trees and the vineyards are in the ground. We have lost one olive tree so I would say that is all perfect.  All the vines look like they survived. All of the animals are healthy and happy. The goats and cows are productive and the Alpaca have great fluffy fleece growing, my horses are eager to run and my big boy nips me when he thinks he is being ignored. They are a mix of species that share a common territory and affection for each other. The deer tolerate the goats being oddly affectionate toward them. The dogs have all made their places on the ranch. Four of them prefer to be outside keeping watch over their herds, three of them follow me at my heals. The geese are as fearless as a squadron of Special Forces soldiers.

The family is as close as ever. Daniel and Butch are husband and husband and Christopher and Jason are very close but remain independent. Tony cooks up a storm and presses the housekeepers into action on their weekly on the messes that we create, Tony’s love is spending more and more time with us and no longer acts like a guest.

Master and I constantly gain better understanding of each other. He is as much my Slave as I am his slave. All of my thoughts and fears of abandonment have been thrown to the winds. He has asked me if I am keeping them secret because I haven’t had a need to talk about them or act out to make sure of my place in his heart. In a way, he is the one who reminds me of them by asking me how I feel.

New Wishes for the New Year

More of the same. Staying home more. Inviting more friends to visit. Losing more inhibitions, loving more, giving more.

Exploring the hidden wild side of myself. For instance: I would like to tattoo more of my body in my own art. Pierce my ears and stretch them a bit. I’d like to get a septum piercing. I’d like to train myself to speak in a lower voice and I’d like to grow some facial hair. I know Master won’t allow that.  I think I want to be more edgy. It goes along with shedding my inhibitions. It all seems so frivolous.

I dream of living in a mountain valley in Colorado. By that I mean night time dreams. It reoccurs often. I don’t know what it means.

 

We already live "edgy" by almost all standards except those than include hard work and creativity. I think that what he is looking for is something like this:  

 

 

Except that he wants big tunnels in his ears. That's not going to happen. I have tattoos so I'll talk to him about that but it's not going to be a bunch of dumb shit. It has to be art, his art.

My Trip to London and a Vacation From Me For The Slave

I took my boy, my slave to get his Apadrvya yesterday. He came though it like a well trained slave. He laid there with barely more than a wince when the needle punched through his Meatus. The slave's cock is very sore. He said it's like cock torture that never ends.

I'm leaving for London to do some business for ten days. I will post if I have the chance. The slave wanted to go with but this is going to be all business and I won't have time to give him attention. Rather than leave him home, I'm took him and his iron up to spend some time doing what the two of them do so well together. This time, the boy won't have me to fall back on for pity. Actually, the last time he was there I missed him to much to leave him.

Slave took all of the chastity devices and the chains that Ray fitted for him so that Ray can make adjustments so that I can further secure his cock (when it heals) in the devices.

Ray treated us to coffee and a simple breakfast then measured the slave for the new device that I'm having built for him. Everything looks great. I stayed long enough to help rivet the slave into his iron and see him locked in Ray's outdoor cell. Even though the slave was a bit disappointment because I wouldn't let him travel with me, he seemed happy with his situation. Before locking the cell door, the slave asked Ray to limit his range of motion more. Ray laughed a bit then pulled the chain, locking the slave's wrists against his body. "Sir? could you please gag me before you leave?" Ray laughed again and then locked his head in a ball gag head harness. The slave closed his eyes and fell silent,



The slave keeps looking at this video. Do you think he wants this done to him?

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There Isn't Much to Say

The slave has been indisposed for five days. I let him out to work and then lock him up again before dinner. I fuck him two or three times a day and whip his ass for nothing but getting a hard on. He's been locked in his belt for two weeks so he's fuckin horny when I want him.

I'm sure and don't care what he thinks of this but I like it.

Tired

Have you ever been tightly bound with no way and suddenly felt so tired that it wasn't fun anymore?

We just escaped from the Chateau today. We generally had a good time, speaking for all of us except the incident when I was chained ankles to genitals with my wrists chained behind to a waist chain and a collar attached to a heavy steel kettle ball. The where caning me. I was tightly gagged and blindfolded.

In an instance, I felt extremely tired and bored. I just wanted out and to be done with being a victim. Yes! I said victim. Not slave but victim. There was nothing to do about it. It felt like having influenza or being hurt in and accident. You want it to end but you know it's not going to end until your body has worked through it and the sick feeling or pain gradually subsides. It made me wonder "Why the hell am I doing this?".

So, we're leaving for London tomorrow. I don't even know what the weather forecast is.