Harvest Time is Nearly Over

The last of the vineyard is being harvest beginning Monday. It paid for itself and that is what we expected for our first year. Some of our olives went to bottlers to become part of a mix. Some went into private label bottles for samples, gifts and home use. I think the boy is happy about his first year in production.  Everyone in the family feels good that we've managed a good first year.

The ranch will add sheep to the menagerie in the coming year. We're researching different breeds.

Object is in his cell again. He is chained to the wall. A ball gag is keeping him occupied. I sat with him, filling the cell with a thick cloud of cigar smoke. Object is turned on sexually by it and wants to fuck his hand. He knows it is useless unless I demand that he cum but I allowed him to pleasure himself for a while before I tightened up his chains.

I'm going to a record four days of isolation for the object beginning this evening.

The Implications of Slavery – Part Five

The Implications of Slavery – Part Five

Set up a time at regular intervals to discuss the business and financial aspects of your relationship. Unless you have a truly unequal relationship in which the Master takes complete financial responsibility for the slave, it is important to know what and where financials are set in place and the contributions of each person in the relationship. Remove the guess work and understand planning for the financial survival of the relationship.

 

We involved ourselves in Financial Planning, primarily focusing on the slave’s assets and income. This took most of the day this past Wednesday. I laid out my finances for the slave yesterday. The sale of my portion of the family business and continued income from investments needed to diagramed for his understanding so that we both understood what complications could ensnare us and affect our family and employees. We do this every three months besides running a brief statement each week. In other words, we run part of our lives as a business.

Today was a play day. The slave had his wrists restrained in leather cuffs to his balls all day with a large ball gag head harness locked around his head. I changed other features of his bondage though out the day and tormented his tits constantly. He was my cum dump, dripping, drooling pig all day and his own clean-up crew early this evening. The crazy boy asked me to beat him with my belt and I was happy to oblige him. Then asked me to beat him again while he crawled around cleaning up the mess he made.

I fucked him again while in the shower and then we got dressed and joined the family for dinner and a movie in the family room. The boy leaned against the sofa between my legs. Daniel did the same at Butch’s knees. The room was crowded with men, slaves and dogs. Cigar smoke drifted above our heads.

Fucking Out of My Mind Horny

This fucking chastity belt has been driving me crazy these last few days. I'm constantly aware of my cock and my ass, most of the day when Master keeps it plugged. I don't know why the change, but I want to get out of it.

With Butch and Daniel gone, I'm getting up to make sure the new help is doing everything as expected. He's just about nailed it. When the morning work is done I go into the house to serve Master then shower. Joey makes breakfast of vegetarian food for me and a separate breakfast for the guys, including Jason, the day help. I've been drinking more coffee during the last few days than usual and feeling the desire to smoke my pipe along along side of it. Master would not allow me to have my pipe this morning so I am even more horny. He took all the smoking paraphernalia and locked it in a cabinet. I guess that is just another point of control.

We received a new toy from a friend today. I binds the hand below the wrist, forcing them palm to palm. There are four locking straps. He used the restraint to bind my hands behind my back then ordered me to stand with my nose to the wall. I looked at him wondering why, "have I done something to displease you Master?" in words unspoken.

Master knew exactly what I thinking, "No", he said, "you haven't done anything wrong. I want you to stand there and breath deeply. I want you to slow your breath and lower your pulse rate".

It was an unusual command in this situation.

I stood next to the brackets that Masters use to force Daniel and me to face the wall by locking our balls in the attached ball stretcher.

The last time they used these things, Butch connected Daniel to it then Master attached a dildo to the front of my chastity belt. They forced the dildo into Daniels ass then used a long leather strap around our chests to keep us attached to each other. Daniel took the brunt of the action.



Master left me stand, ordering not to move until told to do so while he read The Times and drank another cup of coffee and smoked a large Maduro cigar. Finally, he walked up behind me and stood there, breathing in time to my breathe.

After a long period of silence, he reach around me an began to work my tits. He massaged them and gently rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. He was angelic. My cock engorged in it's steel trap but even that felt good. Then, he snapped a pair of Japanese clover clamps on them and whispered "two hours, not a moment less".

Master had gone off to do something else, leaving me alone, standing, facing the wall with nothing more than my imagination and pain.

When he returned. He stood behind me again, doing nothing but breathing on the back of my neck then kissing my neck, shoulder and bound hands. He started torturing my tits with all the strength in his fingers. I tried to bend forward to avoid his hands and then, in the middle of the pain remembered by resolve and promise to never avoid his touch. It was written in the now burned slave contract but in my mind was still contractual. I stood straight and backed toward him.

"Good boy."

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I slept in the Sleep Sack with the Pin Pricks that night. Master started putting me in at 8:30pm. He helped me figure out how to get into with the least amount of unwanted pain. I lay in it, breathing deeply as he laced. He closed the zippers and locking them. He buckled the straps. And the moment that he stepped back to look at his work, he must have sensed my thoughts.

"You want those straps tighter. Is that what you are saying?" I looked into his eyes and he tightened all the straps then padlocked them. He did not put the hood on me for sleep. I was disappointed but he knows best.

I lay there feeling the enclosure. It was warm and it was stinging me from neck to the soles of my feet. Sweat got into some of the stings. My cock swelled and ebbed constantly. Sometimes, when the edge of my meatus touched the pins it woke me with a jolt. At times during the night, Master threw his arm over me as usual. Pushing pins deeper. I slept and woke all through the night wishing that I was any where but in the sack or wishing that Master would flip me over and open the ass zipper and fuck me. I lay silently, enjoying my agony, enjoying the fact that I had someone that I love and trust to do this sort of thing to me. I love the very fact that it keeps him happy, hard and horny.

A Day to Myself.

I woke to an empty house this morning. Everyone is gone. Every one has left me except for the dogs. They are wildly wagging their tails, competing for attention. They are eagerly starring at me and trying to heard me to the kitchen. Its breakfast, yummy! Its breakfast. Cold chicken in the microwave, three cups of chow in each bowl, one in Tommy's and we're in the middle of a feeding frenzy with tails wagging.

I went out to make sure our day man has started working with my menagerie. I worked with him to clean out their houses and feed them. I groomed a few of the guys and played with the dogs and horses. The cattle need to be cared for and the cheese maker lady is came to collect milk It was pure enjoyment, especially after rarely working for a couple weeks. I want to work for the rest of the day just to be outside with the animals but I am tired, truly tired.

I checked my blood sugar. 76, I better get some carbs. I made oatmeal and stirred in some Lingberries to sweeten it and cooked an egg to soft boil. I drank a  glass of Oolong Tea with ice and then went out to the deck with cup of coffee, my pipe and watched everything and nothing in the mountains that surround me.

I felt horny. Smoking my pipe can do that. I was free, the chastity belts are not in use. I crawled in bed to masturbate. I edged myself over and over but I couldn't cum. Edging in itself was blissful Oh how I wanted wanted to cum so badly that I arched my back involuntarily as each attempt failed. I wondered if Master has planted a subliminal something or other in the recordings that he makes me listen to while bound. Is that why I'm not wearing any chastity devices. Is he torturing me?

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.

Musing

I saw a young man, perhaps in his early twenty, who was sitting in a chair outside of Barns and Noble. I was intrigued and amused by him. He was tall and thin; he wore brown chukka boots, jeans, striped shirt and tie with a corduroy sports coat. He wore Rayban sunglasses and smoked an expensive looking pipe, it sort of a blond color. His hair was swept back into a pompadour with the sides shaved. It seemed as if he was posing for GQ Magazine. He took delight in the fact that I took time to notice him. What is the word, Metrosexual? I couldn’t help but wonder if he was cruising.

 

He looked sort of like this guy – Tumblr Essence of Man

Daniel spent two days strapped in The Box. Butch, his “Daddy”, nervously did the bondage. Daniel came to me some months ago when his Master battered him. I took him in to take care of him when he got out of the hospital. I gave him a job working with Butch. He eventually moved into the Caretakers Cabin and they’ve been together since. Butch has been taking Daniel into BDSM in baby steps while he builds up his trust again.

Daniel was naked when he went into the box. Butch opens the lid every few hours to check on him. He’s a lucky boy to find such a person to take care of him. Butch is perpetually happy and smiling where Dan’s previous abusive master was sullen, cynical and abusive to everyone. What a change.

I know it’s ridiculous but I feel jealous and possessive about someone else being locked in “my” box.

I know this is just a matter of preference but I get turned off when I see pictures of guys with cigarettes and massively large cigars sticking out in front of the faces like proboscis. I also get turned off by guys flipping a bird at the camera. Is it supposed to be hot looking? So why do I think it’s kind of hot when guys smoke decent size cigars and pipes? It seems sort of hypocritical to me.

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I’ve actually sold my first piece of art yesterday. It’s going into a friend’s houseboat in Lake Washington in Seattle. I don’t even have a picture of it and I had no idea of what to ask for it. I blurted out a price in fun before I realized that he was serious about buying it and he paid it. I just finished it the night before he came to visit.

 

 

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I like the feeling of being handcuffed.

It's a simple way of stripping a man of his power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They Do Have Normalcy in Their Lives

Well, normal is a matter of perspective. If a mouth full of piss and cum every morning seems normal to you.

I got up early, as usual and went outside to care for the livestock (my pets). It is the best time of the day because they are just waking and starting to move around. They are usually very affectionate before their morning feeding. I'm probably crazy but Greta, one of the horses looks like her belly is swelling a bit. I called the vet out to look at her. He'll be here tomorrow. I think she might be carrying a baby, I hope.

We had sprouted wheat and rice pancakes for breakfast with Maple syrup. They were really dense and tasted good but they settled like bricks in my stomach. It seems a shame to measure Maple syrup in tablespoons instead of pouring it freely so there is a lot around the edge of the plate to sop up with a pancake. Sometimes I think we're a little too health nutty.

I read through a couple art supply catalogues then placed orders before going to my studio. Master was at his desk and on the phone. That's all that we did all day. I went out to call the animals in before cleaning up for dinner. I milked my girl. I've been wasting her milk. I wonder what it would take to make small batches of cheese from it.  There's a woman who makes goat milk cheese near by. I should talk to her about using the milk.

I know this blog is supposed to be about sex so:

 

All images are from Tumblr sites

 

I love kilted men and men wearing skirt-type garments but only

when they are hunky, muscular and masculine.

 

I also like guys in blue collar work clothing. I never legitimately

wore work ware until I moved onto the ranch. It felt like fetish dress
at first because I grew up wearing suits and dress clothes. I never owned
a pair of jeans until my freshman year in college. Can you believe that?

 

This guy is so fucking hot! Almost as hot as Master!

This picture caused me to go to a Western Store to buy a hat.
I even took the picture with me to show the clerks what I wanted.

 

It's so good to be fucked up. It feels so normal to me.

I am HOME

I opened the truck door to be greeted by the Killer Geese Brigade, a pack of barking dogs, bright blue skies, Butch, Dan, and Pete. The dogs knocked me over as they climbed on top of me.  The dogs followed me as I took a tour of the Alpaca, Cows, Horses and Lamas. The geese confronted me as I returned to the house, demanding the secret code to get near the front door.

Pete opened his massage table and gave me a great massage before I climbed into the hot tub. Sancho and Panza sat at the edge of the tub to keep me company. Chris joined me and I told him about the Dominatrix. Just as one of my blog readers commented, Chris said, "women!".

I think I'll go outside to watch the sun set over the valley and maybe stoke up a pipe while I call Master. So what if it's 2:am in London. He! He!

A day in Strassbourg

I never fell asleep after my last entry. I climbed back under Master's arm, facing him. I could feel his breath on my forehead. The smell of cigar on his breath is gone. Sometimes it feels unbelievable to have a man who is so able to control me in so many ways that make me soar.

The sun woke Master. He squeezed me like I was his Teddy Bear. He climbed on top me and sat on my chest, pinning my arms to my side. He sent a controlled stream of piss into my mouth. I sucked on his cock as if it was a long nipple.

We had brunch out and visit a museum then walked the rest of the afternoon. Strasbourg is a very old city filled with beautiful architecture. Walking is always the best way to get the real feel of a city. Getting lost can help you find the most interesting places. If you want a refreshing, beautiful and historic destination in Europe, put Strasbourg on your list of places to get lost in. I'd like to have a home here.

We dined at Aux Mille Pates. It's owned by British people.  All I can say is YUM! I want to go again.

It's bed time in Alsace. 

Stupid

I should have learned months ago not to comment on kinks that I think are stupid.  It's personal choice more than judgment anyway.

Master forced me to wear a diaper yesterday.  I felt about as sexy as a fish filet. I followed Master's instructions to put myself in inescapable self bondage.  I happen to like self-bondage, especially with people around to rescue me when I can't get out, which is my intent in the first place.

I started by standing in front of a full length mirror.  My genitals were already locked in chastity along with a large plug stuffed deep in my ass so there was nothing to be done there.  I took a red bandana to start gagging myself as Master does.  Feed a point of the square into the back of the mouth.  Careful fold the bandana in layers as you continue to stuff you mouth with. Take another bandana and tie a tight knot in the middle. Push it between your teeth and tie it tightly at the base of you skull.  It is already nearly impossible to make a sound.  If your try to scream the gag seems to expand.  Now take three six inch lengths of good sticky duct tape and a length that will wrap entirely around your head. Wrap the long piece around your head, making sure that you press the adhesive firmly onto your face while pulling the length as tightly as possible.  Take the first six inch piece and place horizontally across the mouth just under the nose. Over lap that with the second piece. The third piece should be under your chin over lapping the second piece.

Doe you think that is enough?

Rip four more eight inch pieces of tape from the role. Take one strip and place it vertically along side the nose.  The top should start just below the orbit of your eye and extend under the chin. Over lap the second piece, making sure everything is firmly adhered to the lower strip.  Do the same to the other side. To finish, take a long piece of tape from the role. About three feet. Start under the chin, tightly pull the tape over the head just behind the crown.  Remember to pull it tightly as if you're trying to stretch the tape. Is everything tight and is all the tape stuck firmly with bunching or gaps?

Gagging yourself slowly with intention can be very erotic.  Don't do this unless someone is around to rescue you from your cock brain.

At this point, I pinioned my legs by locking heavy iron restraints on them with no chain between them.  I used a padlock to connect the two cuffs.  Before I locked my wrists in the irons hanging above my head, I laced a tight fitting leather hood over my head with only a half inch diameter hole over the mouth. The hood was made for me when I played forced cigar smoking with a stogie chomping daddy that I know. Once I screwed the irons around my wrists, I dropped the key to the floor. It hit my foot as it bounced.

I was stuck. I could easily lose my balanced and totally fucked, waiting for Master to do whatever he wanted to do.

I've done this bondage to myself without a spotter but I didn't gag myself under the hood and I held the key to the irons by a leather loop so that I had a way out.

I like being bound this way because my chest, genitals, back and ass are usually exposed. I one did it in the great room while Master was in the office working.  I clamped my tits with Japanese Clover Clamps that are weighted with a half pound lead fishing weight on each side.  He was too busy to play so he felt me.  The tit clamps causes pain until My tits when endorphin numb.  They woke up again when I started getting bored.  I moaned through my ball gag to get Master's attention.  He yelled "quiet down out there"!  The pain became more and more unbearable with the passing hours. Tears ran from my eyes then I started to beg shrilly, "Master! Please I can't take this anymore".  He looked at my tits then told me there was nothing wrong and to quiet down until he was finished for the day".

It was after dark before he released me. He smacked me on both tits with his hand the locked me in the bedroom cage until the next day because he was in the mood to be by himself with a good book and a cigar.

I enjoy it when he says "NO"! Being denied makes me hungry as hell to be his.

John Cena

I saw a movie that had a big brother character played by John Cena.  My hear throbbed along with one of my appendages. Cena wasn't very good in the movie but he reminded me of Master except in height.  I think Master is taller but they have the same monster build.  It's no wonder that I was smitten with Master the first time that I saw him in that cigar bar in New York.



We went out to the bars last night.  A huge shiny really black man was there with his pale white boy on a steel chain lease  The slave was held on his knees for more of the time we were in the bar.  His Master held him by his hair.  Master held me by my neck as if he was threatening to strangle me.  I was in agony while feeling privileged to be at his side.  I think the two Masters were holding a silent competition while they talked about their slaves.  Master opened my jeans and pulled my stainless steel wrapped cock out for display.  My cock was entombed in a shaft tube that was lined with steel screws that burrowed into my flesh.  He could adjust the screws to dig deep or just tease the surface. He could also replace the nubby screws with pointed screws if he really wanted to torture me.

The Black Master invited us to his home for play and dinner for tonight but we already hand tickets for London.

We're in the Club House for tonight with Master's Mates.  Master and his mates are just fucking around while I'm sitting in the corner writing this.

Lake Como

We stayed at the Albergo Le Due Corti in Como last night.  It's a funky hotel with a little age in the rooms.  It was fairly private.  At least no one complained when Master reddened my back and ass with his belt.  Being beaten without being bound seems harder to take than with bondage.

There was no reason for it other than belated road rage.  I love the feel of his worn leather belt. It wraps around, catching both sides of my hips.  It stings and feel wrong but I've felt it so many times that I am completely comfortable (mentally) with it, not that it matters.  He fucked me several times before we went to sleep. I was raw before he finished.  It took him a very long time to climax the third time. He actually seemed to pass out.

I slept underneath him most of the night and woke up in bedding stained with blood and giz.

I read something on the net called the Nine Levels of Submission. You can find it at: http://ecstasytradingco.com/Lessons/Nine%20Levels%20of%20Submission.htm

I figured out that I was at level 8;
Full-Time live-in consensual slave
Within no more than a few broad limits/requirements, the slave regards herself/himself as existing solely for the Dom(me)'s pleasure/well being. Slave in turn expects to be regarded as a prized possession. Not much different from the situation of the traditional housewife, except that within the S/M world the slave's position is more likely to be fully consensual, especially of the slave is male. Within the S/M world, a full time "slave" arrangement is entered into with an explicit awareness of the magnitude carefully, with more awareness of the magnitude of power that is being given up, and hence is usually entered into much more carefully, with more awareness of the possible dangers, and with much clearer and more specific agreements than usually precede the traditional marriage.

As I face entering The Chateau, I feel I am at Level 9 at time.  I'd describe it as Consensual Total Slave. I often feel that the goal there is to totally remove my sense of self.  Master takes me there too but then we return to Level 8 where my goal is to please and pleasure him. Apprehension is making me feel queasy.

The Body Guard

My body guard's name his Christian.  There, now I don't have to call him my "body guard" anymore. Even though he is technically an employee, I am ordered to call him "Sir".  There are two reasons for that.  The first is that Master ordered it, the second is that he is employed through the Chateau.

So far, Christian has been silent in most things and seems to just be going on our ride.  His only input besides his constant presence was yesterday when he kept me from escaping bondage by tightening the upper arm belt. Nothing in my life seems to have the expected social norm.  I'm aware of some awkward resistance popping up within myself, especially about the lack of privacy that I should have as an adult. I've rarely been totally alone, ever!

We rented a car in Florence to make the trip to Munich. We're taking a few days to take in the countryside before going to The Chateau. I'm apprehensive about it because once there I will become a prisoner outside of Master's control, while he does whatever Masters due there. I expect to be heavily restrained in darkness, possibly in complete isolation.  I'll be punished for no reason and tormented without passion. The strangest thing is that I won't know where I am.  I've never seen the outside because I am always hooded in the van or car.

For now, I'm relaxing as we drive through the Alps and enjoying a few good meals on the way.

Once I'm in the Chateau there will be no additions to my blog until we leave.