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.
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Saturday, April 30, 2016
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Does it Sound Like Complaining?
Our relationship has been changing since we moved up on the mountain. The first and most noticeable change is the labor situation. There is no more up-at-the-crack-of-dawn ranch labor for me. Butch hired two full time guys to help with the labor and a landscaping company to "make the land right" for us.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The brand and tattoos
The brand has healed without complication. It was the third time. This time it should finally scar without fading.
The tattoo is a process like any large piece. It's being done in traditional Japanese technique so it takes longer and it is more painful than modern needles. We're going to Japan in August for five days after the move is completed.
The biggest and most difficult part of the move is transporting the all the animals during the summer heat but we found a mover who can do it in cooled semi-trailers. The furniture is original to the house so that is staying behind.
Nothing is as difficult as we thought it would be. boy and I are taking a weekend trip during the holiday to check the progress of the few changes that we're making then we can start the actual move.
The whole reason for keeping the boy locked in chastity is to keep him frustrated and uncomfortable. It has also done wonders to make him even more submissive and compliant. Don't worry, I check him every time I un-belt him so I can get into his ass.
The tattoo is a process like any large piece. It's being done in traditional Japanese technique so it takes longer and it is more painful than modern needles. We're going to Japan in August for five days after the move is completed.
The biggest and most difficult part of the move is transporting the all the animals during the summer heat but we found a mover who can do it in cooled semi-trailers. The furniture is original to the house so that is staying behind.
Nothing is as difficult as we thought it would be. boy and I are taking a weekend trip during the holiday to check the progress of the few changes that we're making then we can start the actual move.
The whole reason for keeping the boy locked in chastity is to keep him frustrated and uncomfortable. It has also done wonders to make him even more submissive and compliant. Don't worry, I check him every time I un-belt him so I can get into his ass.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
14 Days of Chastity But who is Really Counting
14 days of 128 Days
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Anniversary
It is the anniversary of the day I took Trace as my slave. Two years have flown by at what seems at the speed of light. There have been more changes in our lives than I can keep track of. I began to celebrate my procession of my slave a midnight when we shared a glass of champagne. We drank from a single flute.
I removed the slaves chastity belt and replaced it with "The Punisher" from Mr. S. It is a silicone device with tiny silicone points in the head. I trussed him up in a frog tie with a single length of cord then gagged him with a monkey fist made from rope. His legs were easily spread so that I had access to his ass and already punished genitals. I well and properly fucked him then snapped a pair of Japanese Clovers Clamps on his tits. His lower legs were folded under his upper legs, causing a great deal of discomfort.
I flipped him over several hours later and fucked him again before I fell asleep at his side. He woke me with his moans. He was sound asleep and reacting to the pain that I was causing him. I might have punished him for waking me if it were not for the fact that he was sleeping. I also needed to fuck him again. I unloaded inside him then plugged him, trapping my seed inside of him. He has since been cleaned up and crammed and locked in a small cage awaiting noon when I will refresh the brand on his ass then turn him over to a tattoo artist who is tattooing him.
My slave has no idea of what I am planning for him.
I removed the slaves chastity belt and replaced it with "The Punisher" from Mr. S. It is a silicone device with tiny silicone points in the head. I trussed him up in a frog tie with a single length of cord then gagged him with a monkey fist made from rope. His legs were easily spread so that I had access to his ass and already punished genitals. I well and properly fucked him then snapped a pair of Japanese Clovers Clamps on his tits. His lower legs were folded under his upper legs, causing a great deal of discomfort.
I flipped him over several hours later and fucked him again before I fell asleep at his side. He woke me with his moans. He was sound asleep and reacting to the pain that I was causing him. I might have punished him for waking me if it were not for the fact that he was sleeping. I also needed to fuck him again. I unloaded inside him then plugged him, trapping my seed inside of him. He has since been cleaned up and crammed and locked in a small cage awaiting noon when I will refresh the brand on his ass then turn him over to a tattoo artist who is tattooing him.
My slave has no idea of what I am planning for him.
Friday, June 19, 2015
Chastity Reaction
Day 6 of 128 days in chastity.
I've been locked much longer the 6 days so this should not be a big deal but I think I am in a high testosterone period after my trip to Bhutan. I went for over three weeks without getting off properly. Tweaking my own cock alone in a hotel room was an uninspired attempt at sex.
I'm only complaining a little bit because what this is doing to me is amazing. Seeing Master in a worn out skin tight black t-shirt is almost more than I can handle. His massive upper arms, his forearms that are bigger around than my upper arms and his huge shoulder remind me that if I were to try to escape or refuse him that he could easily overwhelm me. Seeing him is like being slugged in the center of my solar plexus. I think that as much as I belong to him that he belongs to me.
He fucks me at either end, purposefully ignoring my need to cum, I mean really cum with an intense orgasm. I leak as he pounds my prostate gland but it is not the kind of release that I need but in a way, it is completely satisfying because I am as he wishes.
I've been locked much longer the 6 days so this should not be a big deal but I think I am in a high testosterone period after my trip to Bhutan. I went for over three weeks without getting off properly. Tweaking my own cock alone in a hotel room was an uninspired attempt at sex.
I'm only complaining a little bit because what this is doing to me is amazing. Seeing Master in a worn out skin tight black t-shirt is almost more than I can handle. His massive upper arms, his forearms that are bigger around than my upper arms and his huge shoulder remind me that if I were to try to escape or refuse him that he could easily overwhelm me. Seeing him is like being slugged in the center of my solar plexus. I think that as much as I belong to him that he belongs to me.
He fucks me at either end, purposefully ignoring my need to cum, I mean really cum with an intense orgasm. I leak as he pounds my prostate gland but it is not the kind of release that I need but in a way, it is completely satisfying because I am as he wishes.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Th PlaySpace at the Ranch and Games We Play
We have a large post and beam building adjacent to the animal barn. It is our main play space with the larger equipment. The ceilings are high enough so that I can swing a 12 foot whip. The sitting room off our bedroom was converted to a private play space. Boy's uncle built another "party" room off the wine cellar with spaces for tables and chairs. We removed the furniture and added locking steel doors to two spaces and insulated the third space for sound and installed a heavy wooden door. The space in deafening in it's quiet. The insulated room is where boy rides out a migraine. We also play outside among oak trees when weather permits.
Our toy collection grows but I think we have enough for now. At least we have enough big toys.
My boy is all tied up this morning in coils of black rope. I added a silicone plug under his Carrara for his further discomfort..
The following is brazenly stolen from my favorite site metalbondnyc.com
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Part Two, after Prisoner’s bondage is determined with the first roll, prisoner is restrained and then the Captor rolls TWO dice, with the results as follows:
Part Three, interpretation of rules and consequences
Another game that we play
His Spin of the wheel earned him 32 days of lock-up. That added to over a week locked already is a good start toward total frustration.
Our toy collection grows but I think we have enough for now. At least we have enough big toys.
My boy is all tied up this morning in coils of black rope. I added a silicone plug under his Carrara for his further discomfort..
The following is brazenly stolen from my favorite site metalbondnyc.com
Visit his site often!
Idea for a bondage game
Part One: Prisoner rolls one die, with the result of the roll to be as follows:
- Prisoner rolls a 1, his hands are cuffed behind back with a chain running from metal collar to cuffs, and he is locked in a cage or isolation cell.
- Prisoner rolls a 2, his neck is locked to ring in floor with 3 feet of slack.
- Prisoner rolls a 3, his neck is locked to ring in floor with 3 feet of slack and hands are cuffed behind back.
- Prisoner rolls a 4, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor with no slack.
- Prisoner rolls a 5, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor with no slack and his hands are cuffed behind.
- Prisoner rolls a 6, his neck is bolted to ring in the floor and his wrists/ankles are spread eagle, with prisoner on his back.
Part Two, after Prisoner’s bondage is determined with the first roll, prisoner is restrained and then the Captor rolls TWO dice, with the results as follows:
- Total number on both dice equals the number of hours the prisoner stays in the bondage.
- If prisoner rolls a double (i.e. two 2’s or two 5’s) the total number of hours is doubled. For example, if prisoner rolls two 4’s, he spends 16 hours in the bondage (4 plus 4 is 8 hours, which is doubled to 16).
- Prisoner will therefore be subjected to a minimum of three hours (if he rolls a 1 and a 2) to a maximum of 24 hours (if he rolls two 6’s) in bondage.
Part Three, interpretation of rules and consequences
- If prisoner complains or asks for early release, he forfeits all rights to release from the bondage and captors may extend imprisonment time and/or increase the severity of the bondage, at their discretion.
- There is only one way for the prisoner to get out early, and that is for the prisoner to convince the captor or another person to change positions with him and become prisoner.
- If that happens the new captor rolls two dice, which determine the sentence for the new prisoner, which is an additional 3 to 24 hours.
Another game that we play
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Fuck This!
I really don't have much to say.
I get up early and go out to work in the barn with the animals. The Alpaca and Lama are going to sheered tomorrow. I'm going to work with the team that is coming to do the work so that I can learn more about doing it. I also will be there to make sure the fur children aren't treated badly. I'm paying the guys to take time to do it gently.
I work in the studio all afternoon and come in to the house feeling tired instead of energized by my work. I think I really miss Master and feeling a bit depressed. Tommy and Buddha climb onto the bed with me. Tommy lays facing me all night and grumbles when I move. I got up very early Saturday because I wanted a bowl of Butternut Quash soup. I made an entire pot from scratch but I used too much celery or maybe the celery was bitter. The soup tasted bitter instead of creamy and sweet. I cleaned up my mess and went to bed, leaving a note for Tony asking him if he could fix it.
This Chastity belt is killing me. I can't get hard and when my cock tries to shrink, the barbell going through my Apadrahvya keeps me from shrinking. Fuck This! What started as pleasure has become agony. There is nothing to be done.
I get up early and go out to work in the barn with the animals. The Alpaca and Lama are going to sheered tomorrow. I'm going to work with the team that is coming to do the work so that I can learn more about doing it. I also will be there to make sure the fur children aren't treated badly. I'm paying the guys to take time to do it gently.
I work in the studio all afternoon and come in to the house feeling tired instead of energized by my work. I think I really miss Master and feeling a bit depressed. Tommy and Buddha climb onto the bed with me. Tommy lays facing me all night and grumbles when I move. I got up very early Saturday because I wanted a bowl of Butternut Quash soup. I made an entire pot from scratch but I used too much celery or maybe the celery was bitter. The soup tasted bitter instead of creamy and sweet. I cleaned up my mess and went to bed, leaving a note for Tony asking him if he could fix it.
This Chastity belt is killing me. I can't get hard and when my cock tries to shrink, the barbell going through my Apadrahvya keeps me from shrinking. Fuck This! What started as pleasure has become agony. There is nothing to be done.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Chastity
First, an answer to questions. The barbell through the Apadrahvya was enough metal to set off the alarm. Munich is ten hours ahead of California (I think).
Anyone who knows me or who reads my blog knows that I am in some sort of chastity device often.
Sometimes for weeks and sometimes for days or hours. It started as an interest that grew into a full-blown fetish. Now my interest ranges between full-blown fetish, a matter of fact and a dreaded inconvenience. It's like chocolate, a little is good but too much and I loose my taste for it for months.
It is an inconvenience right now to be locked but I have no choice in the matter. Such things and decisions about them were given to Master a long time ago. My greatest pleasure in that I have a Master who ultimately controls my life.
I drove up to Ray's workshop this morning for a fitting and to collect the chastity devices that he modified to utilize my Apadrahvya for anchoring my cock in them. He is always happy to make me suffer and I am eager to protest. It's a relationship of Sado-top and Bad boy that we play at. Except for not being allowed to cuss in our play (Master's Command), we are verbal with each other. I get to complain because unlike Master, Ray enjoys it.
Ray strung me up outside between two trees, in the cold, and flogged my back. I complained even though I was nearly comatose with the pleasure he was giving me. He was under a time constraint so that flogging last just long enough to frustrate me by making me want more.
He measured me for the new toy that he and Master designed. I crawled into a smallish iron box that I struggled to fit in. Rays fiddled with iron straps and an Allen Wrench until I was partially immobilized inside the box. One of the straps had a rounded perpendicular piece that fit into my mouth, holding my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth. That wasn't exactly fun, in fact, I thought it was a bit scary. He made a bunch of marks around me with a magic marker then helped me sit up and crawl out of the box.
From that measuring session he moved over to a work table to get my Carrara chastity device. I started to put it on. Ray stopped me so that he could fit a stainless steel pin through one side of the cock tube. My cock was in it's normal flaccid state, allowing Ray to easily find my Apadrahvya. He treaded the pin through it and out the opposite side of the tube. He placed a small stainless steel lock through a hole in the end of the pin and locked it. I finished fastening the chastity belt and he checked to make sure it was locked. He put the keys in a small box and sealed it with a numbered tag that some people use to lock their plastic devices when the travel. He told me to give it to Christopher when I get home.
I know that all this padlocked piercing shit is sort of my idea. I think bondage is always better when locks are involved. That's why I like locks on straightjacket straps. It all seems redundant sometimes.
Too much bondage is never too much.
Anyone who knows me or who reads my blog knows that I am in some sort of chastity device often.
Sometimes for weeks and sometimes for days or hours. It started as an interest that grew into a full-blown fetish. Now my interest ranges between full-blown fetish, a matter of fact and a dreaded inconvenience. It's like chocolate, a little is good but too much and I loose my taste for it for months.
It is an inconvenience right now to be locked but I have no choice in the matter. Such things and decisions about them were given to Master a long time ago. My greatest pleasure in that I have a Master who ultimately controls my life.
I drove up to Ray's workshop this morning for a fitting and to collect the chastity devices that he modified to utilize my Apadrahvya for anchoring my cock in them. He is always happy to make me suffer and I am eager to protest. It's a relationship of Sado-top and Bad boy that we play at. Except for not being allowed to cuss in our play (Master's Command), we are verbal with each other. I get to complain because unlike Master, Ray enjoys it.
Ray strung me up outside between two trees, in the cold, and flogged my back. I complained even though I was nearly comatose with the pleasure he was giving me. He was under a time constraint so that flogging last just long enough to frustrate me by making me want more.
He measured me for the new toy that he and Master designed. I crawled into a smallish iron box that I struggled to fit in. Rays fiddled with iron straps and an Allen Wrench until I was partially immobilized inside the box. One of the straps had a rounded perpendicular piece that fit into my mouth, holding my tongue flat in the bottom of my mouth. That wasn't exactly fun, in fact, I thought it was a bit scary. He made a bunch of marks around me with a magic marker then helped me sit up and crawl out of the box.
From that measuring session he moved over to a work table to get my Carrara chastity device. I started to put it on. Ray stopped me so that he could fit a stainless steel pin through one side of the cock tube. My cock was in it's normal flaccid state, allowing Ray to easily find my Apadrahvya. He treaded the pin through it and out the opposite side of the tube. He placed a small stainless steel lock through a hole in the end of the pin and locked it. I finished fastening the chastity belt and he checked to make sure it was locked. He put the keys in a small box and sealed it with a numbered tag that some people use to lock their plastic devices when the travel. He told me to give it to Christopher when I get home.
I know that all this padlocked piercing shit is sort of my idea. I think bondage is always better when locks are involved. That's why I like locks on straightjacket straps. It all seems redundant sometimes.
Too much bondage is never too much.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Nearly Home
I am writing from high above the Rocky Mountains. The sun is setting in the west and just about to drop below the horizon. I've had two gin and tonics since Montreal and I am feeling it. I can't wait to be in my own bed even though it will be half empty.
I was stopped in the Montreal airport because my collar set off an alarm as I passed from one concourse to another. They asked me to remove it and of course, I couldn't. It is permanently affixed around my neck. The security guard was a woman and I think she was having a bad day. She eventually cleared me and I began to walk on. Another very attractive woman who witnessed my "duress" (I thought it was funny because the guard was upset when I referred to it as my slave collar).
She asked me where to get a collar like it. She wants to lock one on her husband. I told her to contact Mr. S. Leather in San Francisco but if you want to attach it permanently, make sure you tell them. They might have to special order it.
Anyway, Master ordered me to rest around the ranch tomorrow then drive up to see Ray on Friday. He modified the chastity devices to utilize my apadrahvya. I'm supposed to see how they fit and get my genitals locked up until Master gets home. I am looking forward to getting back to normal.
I was stopped in the Montreal airport because my collar set off an alarm as I passed from one concourse to another. They asked me to remove it and of course, I couldn't. It is permanently affixed around my neck. The security guard was a woman and I think she was having a bad day. She eventually cleared me and I began to walk on. Another very attractive woman who witnessed my "duress" (I thought it was funny because the guard was upset when I referred to it as my slave collar).
She asked me where to get a collar like it. She wants to lock one on her husband. I told her to contact Mr. S. Leather in San Francisco but if you want to attach it permanently, make sure you tell them. They might have to special order it.
Anyway, Master ordered me to rest around the ranch tomorrow then drive up to see Ray on Friday. He modified the chastity devices to utilize my apadrahvya. I'm supposed to see how they fit and get my genitals locked up until Master gets home. I am looking forward to getting back to normal.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
I Wish I Could Do Something With My Cock!
I got a question from a reader: What does your Master do when you disobey him?
People have asked me this question before. I think they want to hear that I am disobedient and that I will be beaten or tortured. My answer is this, why would I disobey him when I consent to having him call the shots and know that I am privileged beyond imagination to be able to say that he consents to own me? Why, in a consensual relationship such as this, would a slave violate the person that they have chosen to submit to? It wouldn't make sense.
It's a matter of choice. To carry over the conversation from yesterday. I am essentially a Toaist/Buddhist. Not by religion, which neither was meant to be but philosophy. I heartily suggest that Dominant and Submissive people at least read some of the basics tenants of these related philosophies as well as Confucius. It all helps me carry on in my entire life but also guides my behavior as a slave. The first task is to control your ego.
I think male to male relationships fail most often because of conflicting egos.
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So I have this piercing in the head of my cock. I WANTED IT and I got it. It has been about two weeks and it is healing as expected. It causes pains and often itches to the point that it makes me very horny. It is not locked up and Master refuses to touch or allow me to touch it until it is completely healed. It is torture by denial.
Ray called to say that he has completed the alterations to all "my" chastity devices and wants to come for the weekend and drop them off. With locks going through the tip of my cock and the devices, I will definitely feel more stuck than ever.
Last night, Master made me sit between his legs while watching television. My arms were held and locked by his legs. He reached over my head to work my tits during commercials. Can you believe that I actually was not in the mood? He knew it which added to the thrill he got out of my moans. My cock hung limp between my legs and I wished more that anything to be able to ask him to leave my tits along. I tortured me for the length of the movie and all of the commercials.
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Today was a studio day. I had the entire day to myself with a break for lunch. I prepared an 8 foot by 6 foot canvass with Butch's help them primed and sanded it several times. I sat and starred at the blank white cloth wondering what it will look like as I work on it. I have nothing in particular in mind except to photograph the animals.
Dinner was a salad with freshly roasted beets with roasted chicken breasts. Tony made bread with cheese, whole grains and setan for protein. We had roasted pineapple with cinnamon crème fraiche for desert. All in all, the day was quiet until Master strung me up in the dungeon and gagged me. He drew his belt out of hiss jeans and I got an erection. He beat my ass and back. I screamed "I'm going to cum". He told me to go ahead but don't expect me to stop just because I shot my wad. I came in short time. I shot straight out in front of myself, no hands. Master gave me a few more whacks then tenderly ran his hands over my body, kissing me from head to foot. He let me down. He held his folded belt in his hands and whacked me on the back with it as we walked into the house.
It was a good after dinner treat.
People have asked me this question before. I think they want to hear that I am disobedient and that I will be beaten or tortured. My answer is this, why would I disobey him when I consent to having him call the shots and know that I am privileged beyond imagination to be able to say that he consents to own me? Why, in a consensual relationship such as this, would a slave violate the person that they have chosen to submit to? It wouldn't make sense.
It's a matter of choice. To carry over the conversation from yesterday. I am essentially a Toaist/Buddhist. Not by religion, which neither was meant to be but philosophy. I heartily suggest that Dominant and Submissive people at least read some of the basics tenants of these related philosophies as well as Confucius. It all helps me carry on in my entire life but also guides my behavior as a slave. The first task is to control your ego.
I think male to male relationships fail most often because of conflicting egos.
______________________________________
So I have this piercing in the head of my cock. I WANTED IT and I got it. It has been about two weeks and it is healing as expected. It causes pains and often itches to the point that it makes me very horny. It is not locked up and Master refuses to touch or allow me to touch it until it is completely healed. It is torture by denial.
Ray called to say that he has completed the alterations to all "my" chastity devices and wants to come for the weekend and drop them off. With locks going through the tip of my cock and the devices, I will definitely feel more stuck than ever.
Last night, Master made me sit between his legs while watching television. My arms were held and locked by his legs. He reached over my head to work my tits during commercials. Can you believe that I actually was not in the mood? He knew it which added to the thrill he got out of my moans. My cock hung limp between my legs and I wished more that anything to be able to ask him to leave my tits along. I tortured me for the length of the movie and all of the commercials.
______________________________________________
Today was a studio day. I had the entire day to myself with a break for lunch. I prepared an 8 foot by 6 foot canvass with Butch's help them primed and sanded it several times. I sat and starred at the blank white cloth wondering what it will look like as I work on it. I have nothing in particular in mind except to photograph the animals.
Dinner was a salad with freshly roasted beets with roasted chicken breasts. Tony made bread with cheese, whole grains and setan for protein. We had roasted pineapple with cinnamon crème fraiche for desert. All in all, the day was quiet until Master strung me up in the dungeon and gagged me. He drew his belt out of hiss jeans and I got an erection. He beat my ass and back. I screamed "I'm going to cum". He told me to go ahead but don't expect me to stop just because I shot my wad. I came in short time. I shot straight out in front of myself, no hands. Master gave me a few more whacks then tenderly ran his hands over my body, kissing me from head to foot. He let me down. He held his folded belt in his hands and whacked me on the back with it as we walked into the house.
It was a good after dinner treat.
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