Together At Last

My little world traveler is home at last. His skin is browner and slightly wrinkled from the Mountain air and sun than it was before he left.

I felt his stress level melt away as I hugged him at the airport. He was properly greeted once I got him to the condo bedroom. He has been tied all day in such a way that I can use him. He's in an easy hogtie and sound asleep at the moment. I think it's time to untie him and take him out for a long quiet dinner together. It looks like he lost a lot of weight again. He's starting to look a little like his Buddhist Monk friends.

A picture from Tumblr. The collar and the man wearing it is really hot. Does anyone know who made the collar?

A gratuitous hot bondage picture from Tumblr. Guess who gets to know what this position feels like...

Slave

My slave is okay. He arrived in Paro, Bhutan safely. He's taking time to acclimate to the altitude before hiking to the monastery to meet his friend. I can actually track his movements to the square meter when he is not in a plane as well as call him via GPS.

Most or all of the seismic activity is west of Bhutan in Nepal. boy flew in from the east via Japan and Thailand.

As for me, I am entertaining Reggie for a few days as I assume my old role as slave to him. I don't do that when my slave is around. If I am any good at all at being the boy's Master it is because Reggie was a damn good Master to me.

This picture is from Tumblr, it's not me but I spent the better part of my life as Reggie's slave sleeping this way. I was locked to a ring in the floor with about a half meter of chain. It was hard at first because it made feel like a very hungry whore. I felt content and happy after I got used to it and the position became so common that it didn't make me horny any more.

Restrained in a Chair

I restrained my slave in a chair yesterday afternoon and left him there until midnight, my usual bed time. His ankles and wrists were chained form under the chair using:

 

http://www.blacksteel.com/hcs/index.cgi?section=Collection&start=18&mode=1

 

His feet went from the front under the chair, his hands were cuffed, palms facing out, behind the chair. He was restrained in the chair with a locking Humane Restraint belt across his chest and waist.

 

I strapped a ball gag head harness on his head and locked it then wrapped his neck with a three to four inch, very stiff leather collar made by Humane Restraints for a toy company in Pennsylvania. I blindfolded him with blacked-out Army goggles.

 

He was bound in the Television area of the great room. I hung a pair of Japanese Clover clamps over the back of the chair and told the guys to use them to torture him throughout the afternoon and evening. His tits were well tortured.

 

I wore a pair of black Diesel briefs that he repeated came in during his session.

 

I released him and we took a shower together where he blew me and I fucked him then we went to bed.

 

This morning, before breakfast, I hauled the slaves sleepy ass out to the dungeon and strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his lovely round ass with a Tawse. His cries turned to screams. 

 

 

 

Being my slave, I can use him anyway I want, when I want, nothing needs to make sense for him and nothing needs explanation. I am going to take him on a wild ride.

 

 

 

The Real Life Implications of Slavery

I am writing this because I read a question about finding resources for a Master and slave.

http://www.metalbondnyc.com/metalbond-mail-a-question-about-the-real-life-implications-of-slavery/

 

I wanted to comment on The Real Life Implications of Slavery

My slave came to me via my Recon Posting and ad on Craig’s List. I was looking for guys who wanted to objectivized for an undetermined period of time that depended on my interest in that person. A lot of guys answered but few interested me enough to respond with anything other than “thanks but…”, whatever comment I decided to make. Most of them were “do me” guys who had no interest in what I wanted. Believe me when I tell you, this venture was all about what I wanted to do to the object, not what he wanted.

I offered to meet a few guys at an upscale cigar bar for a relaxing drink over a long smoke. A few of them refused outright because they were not into smoke. A few came to the bar, most didn’t show. The ad and profile was like casting a net into an empty sea. I started to realize that my efforts were futile and that I would have to continue with one-night hook-ups to get off. Then this unassuming character sent me a message. “What would you want of me, Sir? I have no time constraints, experience and few limitations. I am interested in learning more about YOU”.

He was under dressed when he came into the bar but walked in looking unimpressed and he appeared nervous but comfortable at the same time. He ordered top shelf and paid with a handful of crumpled up bills from his pocket but accidently dropped his American Express Black Card. He quickly picked it up and hid it while stuffing it back in his pocket. He looked almost embarrassed about it. He apologized, I don’t know why.

The entire conversation was about me and what I wanted. He had very little to say about himself. Then without provocation he started addressing me as “SIR”.

He had four limitations, no scat, no blood, no scars in places visible by the public and no permanent injuries. They were common sense limitations that I impose upon myself. I started to talk about a contract. He said, “Sir, if we enter a contract, I am imposing limitations on you by the very nature of the definition of the word contract. Your ad stated that you were looking for a person to treat as an object for a undefined period of time depending on how interested that person can keep you. My limitations are the only conditions if we mutually decide to enter into this adventure.

He was an intelligent boy who had obviously thought about contractual relationships, sexual fantasies and his role in the Leather Lifestyle. Though not imposing his charisma and sense of self-worth, he impressed me. He was a no bull shit guy who knew what he wanted and that to get it, he had to allow me to take the lead.

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The Day

Don't worry guys, I haven't decided either way about discontinuing the blog.


We had a full table for breakfast this morning. We discussed the up-coming harvest and Butch and Daniel's trip. Daniel's demeanor has changed. He is far more conscious about serving Butch before taking care of himself. He wears the same collar that my slave has fixed permanently around his neck. He pulled his shirt up to show the brand and tattoo on his ribs. slave pulled his shorts down to display his new brand. Daniel looked envious and asked where it was done. Butch told him to wait until the brand on his ribs heals before thinking of getting another one.

 

The Talena Collar is available with or without a lock.
You can request a pin that once inserted it cannot be removed.

 

 

slave is horny as hell. It is a damn good thing that he can't get at his genitals. His chastity is torment today. He is being denied everything except positional bondage until I feel he has had enough of the "vanilla" treatment. He's finding it hard to concentrate in the studio so I sent him outside to work

 

 



Explanation

The choke collar was a process I imposed  on him that was not completed because I wanted him to feel other things. He did not put that on himself.

The cell in the wine cellar is where he goes when he has a migraine. It is a cool, absolutely dark and quiet space. It locks on the outside and I sometimes restrain him so he knows he has no other responsibility other than riding out the storm in his head.

My slave serves me and tends his animals and art these days. This will be all that he does for at least a few weeks. I've taken his communication privileges away.

Prisoner's Progress

Rich or Wraith as he is known and I had a conversation about my boy and prisoner earlier today.

Wraith laid down his rules for his prisoner. They were the usual;
Never look him above his knees unless told to do so.
Never speak unless required by Wraith.
Always begin and end a sentence with Sir.
Attempts to escape will be met with more pain than he has ever felt.
Eat and Drink everything he is given. Failure to do so will result in skipped meals for two days.

To demonstrate punishment, Wraith produced his antique sjambok from South Africa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sjambok  . He placed a pillow on his work bench and gave it a whack. It split the pillow, sending stuffing every where. The foolish boy requested that he receive a sample. Wraith bent him over the edge of the table and gave him a whack on his buttocks. Mind you, it was not a full arm swing. That would have cut into the boys ass. Wraith made the boy clean up the mess from the pillow then brought him out to the shed behind the Studio and chained the boy to the floor using the chain that hung from the back of the collar. He could reach a plastic covered mattress and a bucket to relieve himself.

Wraith told me that his prisoner slept soundly. A picture that Wraith sent me showed the prisoner seeming to sink through his mattress. His fingers grasped his left nipple and he stretched out as long as the chains allowed. Wraith chained him under an Oak tree during the day. He looked completely at ease as if he was sprawled out in a poolside chaise. He held the iron belt as if to relieve himself of it's weight. Even in restrictive bondage he has far more freedom than he had in the dungeon.

If I Were In Your Shoes

I heard the boy give out a loud exasperated sigh and then a scream through the monitor that I keep on my desk while I am working. I rushed out to see why he made the noises but once inside the dungeon I slowed myself down to appear unconcerned. He was fine, the predicament that he was in had finally sunk in. He was exasperated.

I reached through the bars to tighten his collar another notch. I can still get my full index finger between the collar and his neck. I should be two more days before it fits snugly.

I think he was anticipating that I would change his position or at least take the angle iron the presses into his crotch out but I did something that absolutely shock him instead. I took my shirt and boots off and pulled a heavy chair in front of his cage so that he had to look at me. I locked my own ankles to the chair in leg irons. Clamped tongue clamps on my nipples and then told him that I wanted to help him out but couldn't. I strapped a gag in my mouth just like the one he was wearing then threw my keys on the floor between us. I locked handcuffs around my wrists and behind the chair.

I instructed Tony to come to free me in three hours. The boy was shocked. He never imagined me, much less saw me in bondage.

The truth is that Reggie was my Master for months before I had to move to New York. He was a ruthless ass whole who kept me in bondage from the moment I got home from work until I had to get ready to leave in the morning. I was his cum hole and whipping boy. He'd even sewn my mouth shut over a five day holiday. He was hell to serve. We never fell in love and I hated him at times. I even threatened to kill him and meant it. I lost my taste and need for being bound and disciplined after that.

It has been a long time since I've had clamps on my tits. I wished I hadn't given Tony three hours before releasing me. I had a very hard time keeping myself from screaming.

Tony finally came to release me but as instructed released the boy first. The boy kneeled in front of me, opened my zipper and sucked me dry. He stood and starred at the keys. He has such an aversion to touching his Master's keys that he could not pick them up. Tony knew this was a test and stood by watching him. The boy's internal fight went on for a good five minutes before Tony removed the clamps and the gag then unlocked the restraints. The boy dropped to slave kneeling position as I stood up.

I grabbed him by his collar and told him to stand. I walked him into the house and gave him a bottle of cold water then took him into the shower with me. I washed him the stood him facing the wall while I washed myself. I turned him around and held him tight while kissing the back of his throat with my tongue. He dried me then himself.

We walked out to the kitchen butt naked. I sat in my place then invited the boy to sit in a chair. Tony made Chateau Briand for the three of us. The boy ate very slowly, reluctantly eating his slab of rare meat. He would have greedily gobbled it down before watching the movie about how farm animals are treated. I encouraged him because he needed the nutrients. He ate broccolini and mashed sweet potato with total abandon. Tony made white chocolate cream filled tarts with fresh fruit. The boy ate the fruit and a bit of the cream then pushed the rest aside, asking Tony to save it for him.

We launched ourselves into the great room to watch a movie. Boy instinctively sat at my feet until I told him to climb on the sofa and put his head on my thigh. I covered him with a throw and let him fall asleep while I enjoyed a cigar and red wine that Tony brought home last week.

I carried the boy into my bed and that's where he will stay the night. I will wrap my arms around him and plant my cock in his ass where it belongs.

Leaving Him Alone

Another notch tighter on his collar and he responds by getting painfully hard-on. His nuts are purple from erections that have been denied. I can't let him cum. He has access and he is allowed to play with himself when his hands are not cuffed behind his back but he cannot cum. The suggestion is either planted so deeply in his head or he won't cum with a specific demand from me.

I let him out of his cage to stretch and do some yoga then fed him. I took him into the bathroom for his daily cleaning and then took him into the shower me. I fucked his ass then head fucked him until I cam down his throat.

I decided to make his night hell for him. I folded him into an oak packing box with his hands cuffed behind his back. Of course, we've drilled holes in it for ventilation. Before I screwed the cover down I gagged him. "I'm leaving you alone so you can make all the noise you want. I'm not monitoring you tonight, you're on your own". Sixteen long wood screws hold the cover down. 

I turned the monitor on and left, turning the lights off as I left the dungeon.

I will have the monitor receiver on his pillow so that I will hear him if something goes wrong. His faithful and sometimes vicious guardian Tommy, is laying against the crate. The boy is wearing a diaper to soak up any mess.  In any other situation he would have fussed like a baby over the humiliation. I've never diapered him before.

He will have a long tortuous night crammed in that box.

Slave into Object

I removed slave from the cage this morning after he was fed a bowl of cold unseasoned Faro that he washed down with my warm piss. Slave was removed from the cage to service me then take a cold shower to wash the stink off. It is one of two times each day that it is allowed to use the toilet. It was cuffed in Hyatt cuffs and it's nips were pegged with wood clothes pegs. It's collar was tightened by one click. I told it that he was demoted to object for the foreseeable future.

The cage is 20 inches by 40 inches by 30 inches in height. it sits on a steel floor, no padding and it has been given an old wool Army blanket.

It looks at me with pathetic eyes that are wet with tears.

I'm horny and need to wank.

Sleep Sack on Steroids

Pin Prick Sleep Sack

As my regular readers know, my birthday present this year was a pin prick lined sleep sack that Regie made in his London workroom. I’ve had requests for more information about it.

Master and my family and friends spared no expense on my present. It is a work of art. If not intended for more sinister purposes it is worthy of being in a museum. It weighs about forty pounds with all the straps and pin prick studs. More weight is added by the stainless steel padlocks.

The sack looks like a leather sack made by Mr.S or Fetters on steroids on the outside. It is made of heavy black cowhide on the outside and very soft thick leather on the inside. The pin pricks are attached to the soft internal lining. There is almost no space in most places that are not covered in sharp tiny protrusions. Initially, the pin pricks are not visible but the smallest amount of pressure will give the secret away. Placing a hand or smaller part of the body directly on the pin pricks will drive them deeper that when the entire body weight is spread out over them. Climbing in and out is a real pain but once enveloped, it feels like I am itching all over and that my skin is working overtime to translate all of the sensations. One moving the body, there is the same sensation as rubbing very coarse sandpaper over the skin. It is a big challenge to get the arms inside the internal sleeves because the scraping of the skin but once in, the worst of the sensations subsides until the enclosure process begins.

First, the bag is pulled up around the body while laces are pulled tightly. The pin pricks pull into the body and arms. It feels frightening. Once tightly laced outer flaps of leather lay over the laces and zippers are pulled down from the neckline to the groin and from the ankles up to the groin, tightening the bag more and also pulling the pin pricks tighter against the skin. Sixteen two inch straps are pulled tightly around the sack causing more compression. (Keep in mind that the pin pricks are an eight in long before they are driven into the leather so about 1/16^th at most is pushed in the skin. Less in most places.)

The hood went on before the descent into the sack. It is made of cowhide that matches the sack and lined with the same soft leather. There are only holes for breathing through which stiff silicon tubes are inserted to keep the nostrils open. Pin pricks cover the surface of the gag that makes contact with the tongue. The gag touches the uvula and fills the mouth. Three straps keep the pressure around the head. One goes from under the chin to the crown of the head, one over eye padding and one around the head to keep the gag from being pushed out (or to drive the gag deeper into the mouth. The hood fits under the sack collar which is locked snuggly.

I’ve only been in the sack for an hour. Once I was all in an buckled tightly, most of the feeling of sharpness was replaced by what I interpreted as a slow burn. Any attempt to move caused a new onslaught of pricking. I managed to turn onto my stomach. Holy Hell is all that I can say about that but it soon passed. The masochist in me made me try to hump the floor when I found out how (good?) it felt to drive the pricks into my cock.

Crawling out of the sack was horrible. Regie ended up opening the sack as far as it would go then flipping me on to my front side. He peeled the sack from me and then removed the hood.

The Sensations of the hood were lost. The pricks against my tongue were an irritation but nothing compared to the intensity and tightness of the hood itself. Having the silicon tubes in my nostrils blocked some of the odors around me. Someone was smoking a cigar. I could get a faint odor but I felt some of the smoke being inhaled directly into my lungs. I could actually taste it when the tubes were removed. I might be crazy but I liked it. The hood is now my favorite because it is tighter and robs the senses most of all of Master’s collection.

An important thing to remember is that I showered with something called H2Ocean. It is a product that is used to care for new piercing and tattoos. It has natural bacterial-static agents in it as well as agents that promote fast healing. I also brushed my teeth and used mouthwash (Biotene) to fight any possible bacterial invasion. 

I also used a concoction of mushroom that I get from my acupuncturist every day to help keep my natural immune system in full force.

We sprayed H2Ocean inside the sack the day after and left it open until the sweat dried.

Back to Not Normal

We went out for dinner last night. Master locked me back in the Groethal, where my cock belongs, before we left. It felt good to have that conflict taken care of. I can't do anything so why bother trying, right? I get less frustrated that way.

Butch and Daniel should be enjoying the sites of Munich. I hope Daniel is eating well because he won't be once he is locked up at the Chateau. I know, I hated the food. We slaves eat a mash of whatever it was while the Masters dined family style at a huge table in the dining room. Daniel will spend hid first days there chained to the wall in a long stone wall with the other "inductees", waiting his turn to be trained. I think that Butch will not let him be tormented. He is highly and extremely protective of his boy.

We ate in a bar that is respected for it's steaks. I had a vegetarian plate while Master cut through a big strip steak. I'm getting to be more and more vegetarian. Its gotten to be that I think of my animals bring slaughtered to be eaten every time I contemplate eating meat. I just can't justify raising and animal for consumption

Each one of my animals gives me something special. I have given them all names based upon their behavior. I often hand feed them and play with them as if we are all children. I groom them and sit in their corrals with them just to be near them. Equating them to food is impossible.

Master is letting his beard grow. It's been a couple weeks since he's shaved. I always wanted a beard like his. It is black and dense and covers a good percentage of hi face.

Well, I've been doing nothing but rambling. I'm going to crawl back in bed.

In Pain and Exhausted

Regie is the BDSM marathon man. He moved from one torment to another without a rest. I will try to give you snippets over time. The activity that I enjoyed above all others is his fetish for sticking people with sharp objects

He had two boxes of acupuncture needles with him. He used both on me so that was two hundred needles. He played with my feet, hitting a couple spots that caused the feeling of incredible orgasms into my genitalia. It was amazing! I begged him "again please, again please until stimulation didn't work anymore. The other place that caused extreme arousal was when he turned my nipples and surrounding tissue into pin cushions. He left those in until the end of that session. He also nailed my ball sack, cock and then finally loaded my meatus. He took pictures of his work that he said he will email them to me.

I reached a plateau around mid-afternoon when first I felt completely overloaded. I suddenly wanted everything done and over. Regie continued pushing. I felt nothing but pain from the top of my head to the souls of my feet. I apparently stopped reacting, almost as if I went comatose. Regie decided I was done in and pulled everything. He let me lay on the rack making constant physical contact with me. I lay center my attention on controlling my breath, pulse and blood pressure while stroked and gently fondle me. He gave me sips of electrolyte water until I could respond again. He reached up, wanting him to tighten the restraints again but he removed them.

"Go clean up and meet me in the hot tub". I showered then walked across the drive to the pool patio. He was already sitting in the deep hot water unwinding. The hot tub is actually a large Japanese bath with effervescent bubbles instead of swirling water. I climbed in a slowly sat on the tub seat. I felt I should do something to show my appreciation for his attention. He pushed me away and told me to relax.

My entire body is sore, some places pain, others a miserable rash. I am completely spent. The plans to have me spend the night in the new sleep sack foiled. Master told me that I am taking a few days to relax, unwind and recuperate.

Fun with subliminal hypnotism. It really works.

As I have stated, slave with left in his sleep sack for over 30 hours during which he wore headphones that played music interspersed with messages from me. It played in a loop. Mixed in the loop were almost inaudible suggestions that cause certain behaviors upon command. He was not aware of those commands.

The commands cause him to cross his arms behind his back until the release command is given.
Close his eyes tightly as if blindfolded.
Close his mouth tightly as if he is tightly gagged.
Walk as if his ankles are chained.
Playing these suggestions over and over has definitely worked. We played with him during breakfast this morning. He was about to put food into his mouth when I said the magic word that tied his wrists tightly behind his back. He carefully put his fork down and crossed his wrists behind his back and could not free himself until I gave the command. It works with all four suggestions. The suggestions will eventually fade if not reinforced or I can give a command to ignore those commands in the future. The kid likes it.

Butch and Daniel have been Master and slave for several months. They are getting married in six days to consummate their relationship. There will be a reception to honor the wedding which is taking place among the olive trees. They will be leaving for a two honeymoon in Germany where the two will become members of the Chateau. Chris and I are sponsoring them.

The slaves have an announcement that they will be making late this evening.

Just thinking

I'm guessing that most bottoms and slaves fantasize about someone slightly older, definitely stronger and larger, as well as ruthlessly demanding to dominate them. I know that is what I fantasized about when I went out on the prowl. I never dismissed someone because they were smaller or younger because it did nothing for me but limit my experiences.

I once bumped into a guy that I would consider tiny. I'm 6'1" and he was less that 5'6". His fantasies were opposite of mine. He like to dominate bigger guys, especially guys my height of taller. I wondered if it was because he had some sort of size envy or was teased for being a small guy. He talked me into going home with him one night. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and enforced his commands with an electric baton that he bought at The Spy Store. One brush with that toy told me that he wasn't messing around. He was not afraid of causing another guy pain and as it turned out, he was ruthlessly creative.

As I got to know him, I learned that he had a black belt in several martial art forms. Not only that, he could move like a monkey to dominate his opponents. We got to be close and he referred to me as "his boy", especially at parties or bars.

When I answered Master's ad looking for men to treat as objects, I gave no credence for to my fantasies concerning age or strength. I answered it because unless he was a bull shitter, he was ruthlessly demanding. He was looking for a pain pig to keep in bondage. I was emotionally at a loss in my life and looking for someone to give me a thrill. I definitely wasn't looking for what I found.
He is slightly older, much larger and stronger and frighteningly (at times) demanding.

Sometimes I wonder at my good fortune, especially now that we've gotten to know and trust each other. We've come a long way since the days in his dungeon when I was left alone on the floor wrapped in a straightjacket, blindfolded and gagged with duct tape with a three foot chain attaching my collar to the floor. I lay, seemingly ignored for days, in the mess that I had no choice in making.
He beat my ass brutally for making the mess after I had been forced to clean it. Oddly enough, it was never enough. The longer he kept me prisoner, the more I could see into his heart and like what I
knew of him.

Master encourages me in everything that I do unless it is pure folly. He keeps hold of my leash which is often too long and he is endlessly kind but still, his ownership is obvious in the way that he controls me. "Das Es" as Freud called it, sometimes longs for more of what happened in our first thirty days of being Owner and object. The problem is that I think we passed our ability to more than entertain it in play for more than a few days. It would not be possible to function as a useful member of society without exploring a more constructive purpose, especially given the dreams that we are building on together.

 

This photo is from ropestopbay. It is not me.
Master loves this position. He keeps me in it for long periods of time.
He can actually carry me around when I am frog tied.
It becomes painful.

Who knows, maybe he will put me in a straightjacket and chain me to the floor again sometime in the future and maybe he will find strength to leave me there longer. It would be more demoralizing for me now that I have so much that I love doing everyday. Maybe I am just full of egotistical bull shit.

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.

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.

It Is The Little Things

A child was bouncing a red rubber ball down the hotel hallway as I stepped out of our room to find the butler. That red rubber ball turned me on.

Master belt was laying across the bed while he was in the shower. How I longed to have it caress my butt and back.

The tasseled cord that hangs from a piece of art on the wall.

The sight of water pouring over Master's shoulder, down his chest and his abs, partially running from the end of his swollen cock.

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I'm really sorry guys, I'm lousy with the camera. I get so involved in the moment that I forget to take pictures.  I have a few that I promise to post when I get home.

Running

I run every other day. I bumped into a guy that we'll call "Jim" who runs on about the same schedule and takes the same route that I usually take. It has a lot of flat road with a smattering of hills that can be very challenging on some days.

Jim is taller than me. He has blondish-red hair and a complexion that makes him look like he works outside. His shoulders are wide, his deltoids are biceps are huge with apparent veins and his thighs and calves are enormous.

I started to feel like he was planning his run to coincide with mine. It almost seemed as if he was stalking me. I mentioned in to Master and Christopher so Christopher drove by us several times to check him out. It didn't seem like a big deal until one evening, Jim asked me if I wanted to stop by his house on the way toward home for a beer.
"I'd have to run that past my owner" was all that I said.
"You're owner?" He looked puzzled.
I put my finger through my collar and said, "yes, I'm in a very committed relationship. I stopped for a moment and pulled the front of my shorts down to show him the chastity device that I wear when I'm running.

I knew what he was after.

"But hey", I said, "how about you coming up to have a beer on the ranch later on this evening"?
And so, that is what he did. He came around to the front door. Pete invited him in to meet Master. Master called me in to introduce him to our guest. We talked for a while then Master invited Jim for dinner. He said he'd already eaten and said he had to go. Master invited Jim to stop by anytime. Jim said he is not gay but said he'd stop by once in a while. I wondered if that would be the end of that. It wasn't. We've met a few times on our runs but he's never come up to the ranch again.

Cold Steel in a Cold Cell

Master is still at the office with his brother and staff. I bowed out on Friday and went back to the Clubhouse to hibernate. A lot of the guys were there so there was no peace to be had up in the living quarters so I went down to the calls in the dungeon and fell asleep on a plastic covered mattress that is laid on a cement "bed". The cell is in a cold corner of the hallway so I robbed a few of the other cells of the wool army blankets that are neatly folded on the bare mattresses

My head was throbbing from a migraine. The cold darkness was soothing. A good long sleep in absolute darkness usually helps me get rid of them. I don't take drugs for them.

I woke with a chain locked around my ankles. The cell door had been locked. I was stuck, a prisoner of my own design. Master came to release me this past evening. I slept so much over the past couple of days that I am unable to sleep tonight. That is why I am awake and writing this.

 

We're flying home on Wednesday on a chartered jet after taking a couple days to relax and take in a few galleries. I have not indulged in such luxury before but I am grateful to be able to afford it. You still have to go through customs but most of the security hassles that we deal with on commercial flights are circumvented.

As Martha Stewart used to say, "It's a good thing".

Skiing and Bondage

Aspen is a cool place. There are a lot of familiar faces on the slopes and around town. We flew in on a private jet so that was par around here. I saw a couple women smoking while skiing, that seemed counter productive. Another hetero couple were coming just short of coitus on the slopes. The town looks like a festival for conspicuous consumer-ship.

I haven't been skiing for over a year. I used to do this sort of thing often before I met Master. I'm sailing of jumps like an old pro and digging a place where I found a lot of bath tubs to hop around on.  I'm going heli-skiing tomorrow with some old friends that we're staying with.

We're looking at real estate while we're here so I'll be out with an agent on Monday. That was a very recent decision. I like Aspen but it could be at any of the resorts. Maybe someplace a bit more low-key.

I slept in chains last night.
I got excited when Master grabbed me by the collar and lectured me about something he heard me say to friends that he wanted me to be circumspect about. In a way, it demonstrated more of a sense of control and maybe even anger, that made me feel hungry for him.

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He looks a little like me. I am completely shaved, muscled about like him
but I am very skinny right now.

 

This guy is hot!