Hooded and F83ked

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.

Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.

I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

 

 - Haruki Murakami

 

 

 

Nothing makes sense today.

I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.

 

He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.

 

Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.

 

I am horny and frustrated today. 

Still Locked

I got so horny thinking about my slave that I got up and pulled him out of the cage so I could fuck him. First it's ass then his mouth. I shot a load into it twice within 15 minutes. Before I fucked it. It moved it's lips as if it wanted to say something. I switched off it's collar and allowed it to speak.

"Master, if it pleases you, you can hurt me." Then it dropped back down to it's knees and crossed it's hand behind it's back and dropped it's head.

Those words drove my mind into hyper-drive. With all that I've done to it, it tells me to ignore more limits. Pain is one thing but hurting it was a line that I will not cross. But, I can make him think I have. My nuts were on fire. It had just given up everything with nothing held as a taboo. That's why I fucked it's ass first and then shoved my dirty cock in it's throat. It wrapped his hands around my legs and bade me to go deeper into it's throat. It swallowed with my cock deep in it's throat causing a pulsing sensation that I never felt before. It was driving me wild. It sucked my cock hard so I had trouble pulling out of it's mouth.

I snapped a pair of forceps on it's tits and locked it back in it's cage with it's hands cuffed behind him through the bars. I slept on the padded bondage table so as to be close to it. He whimpered from the pain in it's tits so I got up and gave them another click and told it to be quiet or I'd tighten them again. I realized I'd forgotten to turn on the shock setting on the collar.

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I dragged it out of it's cage this morning to use it. He had that strange twisted look on his face that he gets just before a migraine. My first thought though was to quit everything and get him into bed then thought, "fuck no, he can sleep it off in the cage". I removed all the restraints except it's collar and pushed another blanket into the cage. It curled up in a fetal position and closed it's eyes. I shut the shudders over the windows to darken the dungeon then left it alone.

An Email from Mike

I met Mike a few years ago at a Leather Event in Atlanta. We played around a little. I thought he was another masochist just like me trying to make a connection. We smacked each other with leather straps, trying to make each other call "uncle" and wimp out. It got vicious, in fact so vicious that other people in the room stopped what they were doing to watch. The match was a draw.

Mike asked me to go home with him for the night and I quickly agreed. I promised to tie me up good and maybe work on me a little. I told him that I wanted to go up to my room to grab a few things before we left but he told me that I didn't need anything.

We were walking down the hallway when big local dungeon owner told me to be careful if I was going home because "Mike is a hot dog". Mike called him an ass hole and told him to shut the hell up and we went along our way to the parking lot to Mike's car.

Mike seemed a little redneck to me. I expected a run down house in the Georgia hills but instead, he pulled into the drive of a slick post-modern house that was brightly lit inside and out. It was sparsely furnished with few adornments just like my apartment in New York. I started to feel we were alike in many ways.

"This way to the Dungeon!"
I followed Mike through the house, down a flight of stairs and into a room that he said was below his garage. It was all poured concrete. The ceilings were quite high with steel beams from which a power hoist was hanging. He had iron rings and manacles bolted to walls, a long steel rack, Australian CP bench, an intense looking leather covered bondage chair and a walled that was covered with other small pieces of equipment.

To make things quick, Mike hung me upside down and tied my hands to rings in the floor and used several different whips on me then tightly strapped me in the bondage chair and went off to bed.
I was happy.

Master intercepted my Email as he always does. Master monitors everything I do online and everything that comes to me in the mail.

"Who is Mike?", he asked.
I was puzzled until he told me about a "Mike" that said he hoped he had found me again. "Mikeatlanta---".

I explained who he was and that we played one night.
Master let me read the email. It was the Mike I had played with and wondered if I wanted to play again sometime.

Truthfully, Aside from Master and our Leather family, I don't want to "play" with anyone. Master told me to answer him and invite him to the ranch.


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Master received his new Wesco Highliners this morning. He ordered me to put them on his feet and lace them up for him. They are his first American made boots. He usually wears Rangers or something from England. He had me scrunch down in front of his chair so he could swing his new boots up on my back so he could relax and read The Journal while he drank his coffee. He bent his right knee and placed the bottom of his boot against my ribs.

A day of tit torture

I laid a one inch thick slab of plywood on a play table in the barn and screwed it down. I gagged the slave and had him crawl up on the plywood. I used metal strapping material up and down his body to screw him down. No, he can't move.

His cock was hard, just the way I like it. I gay his cock some tongue. I clipped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on his tits and left him. I go back now and then to see how he's doing. He mumbled a plea to have the clamps removed. I told him that he wasn't going to wimp out on me. I turned the clamps, he howled and I left stoking my crotch through my jeans. He was hurting and I was getting excited.

The Opposite of What I Expected.

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

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

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

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.

 

 

 Tumblr pictures

 

I like the feeling of being handcuffed.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shopping in San Francisco or a trip through online catalogues

Yes, so this is really boring. Master and I went shopping in San Francisco today. We went to a few stores that were absolutely absurd. This place called The Archive had "artisan?" clothing. The prices were silly. For one thing, when I see 70% off on sale items, I'm offended. I would be angry if I bought a shirt for $500. and found it on sale for $130. a month later. Leather coats for $5000. that looked like the were sewn by a seventh grade home economics class.  Pure garbage.  I guess I'm just not the fashionista who doesn't care about being skewered at the check-out.

I did buy a suit, since all my suits are in the closet in my New York apartment.  It's a good wool suit in a traditional fit with slacks the fit instead of cling to the body. The jacket fits. I hate the suits you see on TV these days that look two sizes too small. If you're going to dress, don't buy something that makes you look like a Wal-Mart shopper.

We got bored with shopping in less time than it took to drive down from home. I think I'll stick to online shopping or stick with men's shops that know how to truly fit a man. Master, who came up with the shopping idea in the first place didn't want anything but a trip to Mr. S Leather where he bought a couple t-shirts and new cock and ball toys.

We grabbed a salad on the way home. It was a deconstructed BLT made with heirloom tomatoes and uncured organically raised bacon. Extra Bacon Please!!!

We haven't played, we haven't even had sex so far today but he did grab me by holding his hand over my face and nose a couple time when we were in The Archive. He told me to shut up a few times just because he could. And he grabbed my collar when I wasn't paying attention to home because I was distracted by a few really beautiful men.



Pictures from Tumblr  _ I'm in the mood for breath play tonight

 

I love it when Master uses his belt for a bridle while fucking me,

it feels so dangerous and sexy. Sometimes I feel fear that enhances every other feeling.

 

 

 

The Box and Rubber from Europe

The box was delivered by the cabinet maker this morning and Fed-Ex delivered the rubber that we bought in Europe.  I'm getting excited about the prospect of being shut away in it while at the same time feeling dread about how long Master will decide to keep me in it.  The box it quite nicely made of oak that goes with the architecture throughout the house. The lock is a single puzzle lock that looks like it was crafted in Japan during the Edo Period.  The wood is waxed and polished.  There is no external suggestion of what the box is used for.  It could be a pedestal for a large sculpture. The box stands under the middle gallery sky light.

Master had me strapped into the iron frame in front of the desk in his office for most of the day. I was gagged with a ball gag head harness. Master snapped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on my tits and left them there most of the day.  He removed them occasionally to change directions or roll my tits between his fingers.

 

Not me but this is a picture of the chastity belt that I normally wear.

 

A gratuitous picture of a naked artist.  I like to work in my studio in the nude.
but if this were me you would see my collar all of the time.

 

Pictures were found on Tumblr

This is a description of a current work in progress

I have twelve 40 by 48 inch panels that I have covered with black gesso. The panels are temporarily fastened together.  I have drawn three squiggly lines diagonally from side to side at different heights and drawn "prayer flags" from the lines that are wind blown. I've done background painting with a color that I mixed that is as close as I can get to a color in my mortar that I have gotten by shaking a collection of dust from pastel drawings into it. It is a violet gray color that I call "mars violet".  That is my base color that I mix with varying amounts of acrylic mat medium for translucency. I sometimes add indigo blue and/or lighter gray. I also use varying amounts of dichromic mica particles or gold particles or sprinkle them on the surface.  (The gold comes from my great uncle's supplies.)  The background is about half done.

I've always been intrigued by the concept of prayer flags. A monk in Bhutan gave me permission to take a string of very tattered flags that had fallen to the ground. I keep them in an archival box between layers of archival tissue.

I also work with watercolor and gouache when I feel like working on detailed pieces and pastel when I just want to go crazy. Sometimes I brush gel medium with dichromic mica particles on to paper, let it dry when wildly apply pastel. I use Acrylic fixative over the pastel. I found that it binds to the acrylic under painting.

I'm not ready to show any of my work. I'd like to have a body of work before I do that.

I also play with graphics on the computer.  I started making paged with photos that I find on Tumblr with quotes that I like. I would eventually like to find original photographers of some of the work and get permission to use it in publications such as calendars. The alternative is to find models and do completely original work.

Here's one:

Almost HOME

I'm traveling in a Black Leather Jacket, worn jeans and boots. A business suit sat near by who must have been uptight about something before he boarded the plane in Paris. He was obviously from the U.S. He took a look at me and turned to the flight attended,

"Does that guy belong in first class? They'll let anyone up here".  I laughed.

In Master's defense; the pain from muscle strain did not begin until after the session with the Dominatrix. I've been in much more strenuous bondage done by Master. This was unforeseen. Had I expressed that something was seriously wrong he would have been the first to know. He can read expressions and body language.

Christopher will be waiting for me at the airport.

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Thanks!  I made the change last night while waiting for my plane.  The white background was boring, wasn't it?

BTW: I was listening to music on my Ipad  last night when I fell asleep. I was listening to The Beatles Abbey Road Album.  Parts of it make me feel really sad;

Golden Slumbers
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney ) Once there was a way to get back homeward, Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Golden slumbers fill you eyes. Smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby. Once there was a way to get back homeward, Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby.

Carry That Weight
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney ) Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time. Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time. I never give you my pillow, I only send you my invitations. And in the middle of the celebrations, I break down. Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time. Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time.

 

The End
( J. Lennon, P. McCartney ) Oh, yeah! Alright! Are you gonna be in my dreams tonight? And in the end, The love you take is equal to the love you make. I listened to these songs when my Grandfather died and when Max left. They were the last people from the life of my childhood. When my Aunt and then my Great Uncle died, the words; "Boy, you're gonna carry that weight, carry that weight a long time", resounded through my head like a hurricane because I realized that I am adult instead of a child who had decisions made for me. Even tough I have Master, I am still very much responsible for many other people and everything that goes with wealth. I can't just blindly hand things off to other people and expect to let them take care of me. That's why building my own home and family are so important to me and why it is becoming more uncomfortable to leave everything at home behind to play the way I did a year ago. Remember! And in the end, The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Musing

I was sleepwalking down the hall toward the elevator. I stepped into foyer when Master caught me.  I have wondered outside while sleeping, especially when I was in grade school and in college.  That's one of the reasons my grandparents hired Max to watch over me.

Master is back in bed while I remain too awake to sleep.

Before I me Master, I bought a set of irons for myself. The whole set. collar to a long chain, cuff and leg irons and a belt that are all locked with a screw type lock. The irons fit snugly so there is no movement or rotation. They are snug but not tight. The belt is always a gauge that keeps me from gaining girth. I often wear these when I am sleeping to keep me in bed.  Yeah, I need some psycho therapy, I agree.

We toured the Louvre for the entire day. I am surprised that Master was as interested as I was. We had lunch in the Museum and took several breaks. I was worried that the tour might be excessive. I feel that it is important for artist and everyone to try to understand the visuals arts in a world where movies and television are the easiest arts to take advantage of. (Or go intellectually numb) to. It was night when we walked Place de Vendome toward the hotel. Surrounding the square are homes and apartments that have housed famous people throughout history.

We showered and rolled in bed before getting dressed for dinner. YES! we actually dressed in something other that jeans or leather.

We dined at Atelier Maitre Albert. We had scallops in a beet foam followed by spit roasted beef with béarnaise and finished with a green apple with Comte' for dessert. I loved everything.  I'm glad that I don't live in Paris. I'd turn into gigundo man, especially when I find a bakery with Macaroons. I'm keeping a blind eye so I don't have to hear Master deny me when I start drooling on bakery shop windows.

Strasbourg

We're in Strasbourg.  We found a suite at the Regent Petite.  It's been since high school since I've been to Provence during the winter.  We dined at a restaurant that seemed to be popular with gay people.

We sat next to a table of four guys. They were skinny guys with leather accoutrements. They were funny because they tried to be butch but they behaved more like raving queens trying to imitate tough masculine guys.  They ate like birds. The portions that they shared were already small, yet they managed to leave more of their meal on the plate than they ate. They ordered one slice of cake to share for dessert. Each had a small bite and then they left the rest behind.

We saw them as they stood outside the window trying to light their cigarettes in the wind, as if their lives depended on them.

We had to laugh at their stupidity.

I zonked in the car this afternoon sometime after lunch in Stuttgart.  I visited my distant cousin who is a Military Policeman somewhere near by. I just happened to catch him on his day off. He's living in what looks like 1960's military tenement housing with his wife and two kids. I think he could use my help. He wasn't very appreciative when I introduced Master as my partner but considering that he grew up brainwashed by the likes of Baptists, I can't fault him.

I hate falling asleep in the car. I miss too much of the countryside.

We checked into our hotel then Master checked into my ass and throat, relieving his bladder in and over me while we were in the shower. He napped on the sofa for a bit before we went out to eat. I watched French Television while sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa.  Master wrapped his arm around my neck in a sleeper hold while nibbling on my ear and kissing me. He was horny again when he woke from his nap.


I crawled out from under him long enough to catch my breath. It's five? in the morning and much too early to stay awake.

I am babbling ?

Hey! If you want to contact  me, my email is:  notrace734@gmail.com

Leaving Munich this morning

I'm wide awake already so I have a little time to write.

We're leaving Munich this morning. We're renting an auto to drive to where ever the road takes us next. The weather is cold and there are snow storms to be aware. We're not scheduling anything except that we will be in Salzburg on the 20th and stay for Christmas Mass. Our itinerary is open between now and then.  This is fun.

I'm not religious but the Cathedral is beautiful, especially at Christmas. There is also a Christmas Market that is fun to shop in.  The Mass is held in German and Latin, at least it was when I last visited. The words aren't as important as the music and the pageantry.

We'll leave for London on the 26th to be with skin head friends for a week before coming home.

Master hasn't relented on his to talk policy. I have come to think that words often get in the way of intimacy. I do want to express that both my ass cheeks and ass hole are very sore. Master is waking me up in the middle of the night by raping me. He's also been after me day and night, especially when going to bed for the night. He sort of plugs himself into me, spoons me and drops his right arm over my chest and sometimes arms.

Master tells me that I deserve a good beating but it would make too much noise in the hotel. So we only play during the late morning when the people in the nest room go out for the day. It's one of several reasons that I already feel homesick.

I hope this post makes sense.

All is quiet on the home front!

We took our quests back to San Francisco yesterday. Butch and Dan are home taking care of things. 

We had fun yesterday. Master slit openings in the pockets in one of my jackets. He locked cuffs with a belly chain on me then locked my hands in the cuffs so they were hidden in my pockets. I was restrained all day while in public. I couldn't do anything for myself. Master unlocked the cuffs during dinner but that was it. I was his obfuscated prisoner other than that. Have you ever tried opening a door for another person while your hands were locked in your pocket?

We watched a movie on HULU last night called: The Butch Factor, What Kind of Man Are You, by Christopher Hines.  It was an excellent look at different ways of being gay.  Something that I found important after having non-gay people in the house was that I felt that I was uncomfortable with people who are not gay.  I think I am losing my ability to relate comfortably with the other 90%.
Watch the movie!   http://www.hulu.com/watch/406658  I also have a problem when it comes to effeminate men.

When I was about 13, I had a friend named Frankie who was effeminate, I thought it was an affectation. I acted like him at home a couple times. My cousin told me to never act that way if I wanted to have any friends. It stopped immediately and resumed my normal way of expressing myself. I never understood why guys acted that way. It finally got through to me during the movie. They have no more choice than I have being gay.

Now I admire the strength and courage these men have for being themselves in the face of unfathomable cruelty that they live with every day.

We relaxed with the whole family in the family room last night. I finally got some serious floor time at Master's feet after more that a week without the privilege. My hands were still locked in the transport cuffs. We had popcorn. I ate it doggy style and the dogs cleaned up after me.  I slept in restraints last night and woke up with a mouth full of piss and cum this morning.

We're packing tomorrow for the trip. I'm bringing my Samsung Tablet so I can keep up with things when we're not to busy.

Hot and Sweaty

I was feeling real good this morning. In fact I was hot and sweaty. Master was already out doing my chores before I woke up. I turned music on then went back to bed.

Pete laid out a spread for Thanksgiving dinner last night that was worthy of Gourmet Magazine's cover. Fresh herbs under the crackling skin of the turkey, mashed white beans instead of potatoes, roasted vegetables, dressing made of sprouted grain bread that he baked, wild rice and onion dinner rolls, pumpkin pie with praline topping that crackled like a brulet and sauces and gravy that was unbelievably delicious. I barely touched any of it.  Master took a look at me picking at my plate and reached over to touch me then sent me off to bed with a cup of hot chicken stock. I didn't even brush my teeth.

I went to a walk-in clinic this morning. I have the flu.

I want to post this picture for you guys. A friend on my Facebook page sent it.

 

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I wish I was doing this instead of being stuck in bed

 

 

 

Turkey Trussing

Master came home while I was in the shower. The morning chores are done and I planned to go food shopping with Pete.  We kissed and hugged while I was still dripping wet. He unlocked my belt and told me to come out to meet our guests as soon as I was dressed.

I didn't know any of them.  I actually expected that they would be guys from The Clubhouse so I felt disappointed when I saw them sitting in the living room.  Not knowing them, I had no clue how to present myself so I stood beside Master and listened to him as he introduced us.  I'm not sure that they are gay, so I felt our home might have been invaded by straight people. I was even more anxious to get out with Pete for the day. Master allowed it.

Our first stop was at Whole Foods in Santa Rosa, which provided us with everything we needed for the weekend. Pete had a few favorite markets to stop at on our way home. We filled the entire truck bed and back seat of the cab. A lot of what we bought were pantry items to fill our almost completely bare shelves.  We stopped at a farm for an organically raised fresh turkey for Thanksgiving dinner.

Pete made a quick dinner for the evening.  Big bowls of Ramen with tons of vegetables and slices of grilled beef tenderloin.  He made parfaits of ice cream topped with warm blueberry compote.  We dined around the kitchen table and finished off with wooden cups filled with warm Sake that we served in the family room around the fireplace.

I wish I had something to say about sex but there is nothing to report.  While Master entertained his friends, I went outside to bring the animals in and feed them.  I stopped whirling and swirling long enough to sit on the porch after checking the cottage. I lit my pipe before going back into the house.
It felt cold once I had a chance to relax but I was determined to finish my pipe.

Important News

You guys are finally commenting on my blog.  Thank You!  Every author needs his readers to let them know how he is impacting his readers.

I'm still alone except for Christian who is always present, whether or not I am aware of him.  He' gotten to be a good friend.  I spoke to Master on the phone this morning. He's been monitoring my blog.  We're thinking that I will continue blogging, although postings may sporadic during December.

My day started earlier than usual because I am so horny that I can't sleep.
I am the only animal caretaker again today so I cleaned the barn and corral as usual then fed and checked each animal for any external sign of special need. The new boy and girl started mingling with the rest of their new family. 

The Geese Militia went into attack mode while I was in the barns working, signaling that someone or something was invading their territory.  Sancho turned with a sudden start and ran out of the barn barking, alarming the rest of the puppies.  Pete had driven in without announcing himself.  He sat in the seat of his beat up jeep pilot waiting to be rescued. What a relief! Thanksgiving dinner is covered! He said his boss told him to leave when he gave notice. 

I helped Pete empty his jeep and carry his belongings to his room. He had only a big green duffel bag, two cardboard boxes, suitcase and a small silver case that contained his kitchen tools. I used to travel light myself and felt a little envious that he hadn't bothered accumulate "stuff".  I gave Pete the grand tour of the property, keys and American Express card for expenses.

He was very intrigued by the play spaces and wondered if he could take advantage of them.  He's another pervert, he should fit in perfectly.

I feel almost sick with horniness. I took a long warm show and upped the pressure on the shower shot to work my ass over.  I hoped to milk myself and hoped it would relieve my libido a bit. It didn't work because I knew Master wouldn't approve.  I hope Master comes home today.  I hate being left alone.

Nose against the wall and a box of rubber

Master told me to get my ass over to the wall and stand there with my nose touching it until he decided what to do with me. He ripped a corner from a page in his magazine and placed it between my nose and the wall.  He used a leather collar with cuffs attached to a strap that extend down the back, terminating in attached leather cuffs.  He moved me from the wall where I was standing to the wall where the bracket extending from the wall with an attached ball stretching holds me against the wall.  Master replaced the paper between my nose and the wall.

I stood trapped with the fear of punishment for letting the paper drop.  He left me there for hours before a the geese made a big fuss over a visitor trespassing within their realm.  Master came out of his office to answer the call, followed by Panza, the Great Pyrenees who is constantly at his heals.

Master came into the family room where I stood naked and restrained.
"That's our victim", Master told the man who was wearing a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and tan bib overalls. I can let him loose if you need me to. The man said that it would help him get an accurate set of measurements. He measured my height, width from front to back and from side to side. Butch walked in and greeted Jim, who is his friend.  Master put me back in restraints and placed the paper between my nose and the wall then offered lunch to Jim, Butch and Dan.

The three men were in the kitchen eating when the geese and dogs started making noise again.  A UPS driving honked his horn to get our attention.  The dogs love him but the geese attack everything until we shoo them away.  A delivery arrived from London. Master acted like a child on Christmas morning.

Master came to release me from the wall.  He slapped me on my butt with his brawny bare hand and told me that I had been "his good boy" because I held the piece of paper in place without mishap. He told me to open the parcel.  It contained a full length thin rubber cat suit, another suit that was much thicker. It had an attached hood, socks and mitts and a rubber straight jacket that has legs.  The only openings in the heavy suit are tubes that are intended to fit into the nostrils.
"I'm excited about getting you into this gear".
"Today Sir"?
"No, not until your box arrives".

Reference:   http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/

Questions about Bondage and Male Slaves

My presumption is that the term Slave as it applies to consensual sexual slavery is that we all want to participate in activities and that we all have fantasies that vary in degree of reality.  For instance; I call myself a slave.  I call my partner Master. In reality, I do what he wants me to do. This can be anything from cleaning up after the animals and tending to their needs, digging around in the Olive groves, painting in my studio or just plain sitting out on the sun deck watching the colors change with the sunlight over the fields. These are all things that I want to do and they are the things that keep give me a sense of productivity that all humans need to feel.

There exists another side that is secret and sometimes "dark". Master enjoys dominating other people, including men and women. I likes wielding power that makes other people productive.  He is retired from his company office but still has a strong hand in his family company via internet and telephone.
He also likes to dominate men sexually. Before me, it could have been a different man every night if he wanted.  His intense charisma attract attention whenever he walks into a room. I wouldn't dream of trying to bottle him up for myself but he has come to focus his energy at me. I'll be eternally grateful to him for that.

Our sexual interaction can take president over everything because we manage our own lives so we can due anything we want now or later, meaning there is rarely a fixed schedule.  This all works out well because of our sexual fantasies and the way we interact.

I like be commanded, demanded and required during bondage. It is all integrated in our life together. Master decides what he is going to do and when he is going to do it. For me, it gives me the feel of being a victim. Being bound or restrained when I don't want to be or when I am tired of it is when I start to feel it is real.  I love it when he says "no".

One day, he put a diaper on me. I hate diapers, they are stupid as far as I am concerned. He tied my ankles and knees together. He used another rope to tie my ankles to a rope waist cincher so that I was forced to stay in a kneeling position.  He tied my wrists together with rope and stretched my upper body by tying the rope over a ceiling beam. He clamped my tits with an array of clamps that he changed though out the day. He told me to beg for release whenever it got too intense.

I begged and begged. He told me to shut up and increased the torment. This went on for hours.

I recently read a story about a guy who wanted to "try" different thing during his bondage sessions. He could option out at will.  I wondered at the difference between our approaches to the world of BDSM. We all have different levels of fantasy.