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!

 

 

The Debate

I have a few things on my plate this weekend. One is a creative decision that exposes a little more of my personal life than I feel comfortable with. I'm thinking my time may be better spent working on a site exposing my art rather than my sex life. I might keep this blog and places pictures from my collection of porn with less narrative.

It's a debate that I have with myself from time to time.

 

I have fantasized about being bound and gagged while having a huge snake wrap itself around my body. It would tighten itself around me with every exhalation.  I could hardly control myself when I saw this picture.

No pictures, No videos

Master is an immensely talented Master and Sadist. I feel that it would be interesting to video and photograph some of our activity.  He said "no" every time that I suggested it. He said it would take his attention away from the nature of our relationship. In addition, he suggests that I drop this blog all together because it apparently does not mean anything to visitors as is evident by the lack of response to my time and work.

We are leaving for Europe on December 2nd so it appears at this time that I will make my last post on the last day of November and that the blog will be deleted on December 1st.  I will maintain the content and continue writing in the form of a diary instead of blog.  It will be added to the writing that will be published as an erotic diary once it is edited.

I invite you to ask questions, make comments or express yourself if this blog has value to you.

The muscles of my right upper back are sore today.  I have been taking an over the counter analgesic all day.  I was in a mood that I rarely feel late yesterday.  I wanted to be left alone with a book and quiet music in my studio.  Master had an opposite desire.  He wanted to tie me tightly in rope and use me for a fuck hole. I never express reluctance much less try to refuse him. This strikes deep at the potency of our Master and slave relationship.  He does as he wishes and I am determined to do as he wishes, without complaint.

Master tied me using Shibari. He suspended me asymmetrically from a beam in the family room. He moved the rope over my skin with great sensuality. My limbs and body were layered in coils of rope that seemed to tighten themselves around my body as if they were Boa Constrictors.  The binding eventually became uncomfortable and then painful. Pain increased when I struggled. He left me hanging for several hours while he sat in his favorite corner of the sofa to read financial journals and magazine. He gagged me with duct tape wrapped over a cloth that he soaked with his piss.  I winced from pain that release from bondage intensified. My body was sore and tired. Most of the pain was relieved after Master gave me a massage that climaxed in deep tissue invasion.  The only pain left is in my upper back.

Breakfast and Newspaper by the fireplace for Master and Christian

Taken from the dungeon. I cleaned up and out. I hoped for breakfast simply because I hadn't eaten in over twenty four hours. The cook set up breakfast on a side table for Master and Christian. Sade was playing softly in the background. The two men put me in a complicated rope hog tie and left me gagged and drooling on the tile floor

The cook cleared away breakfast and brought fresh mugs of coffee touched with Irish Mist to the two men.  They paged through newspapers, completely ignoring the hunk of flesh struggling silently near their feet. They eventually decided to go out for a walk and a cigar, leaving me behind.

I am plain fucked! Barely human and denied by my lust.

Punishment for nothing

Master had a new collar made after seeing a similar collar Serious Bondage.  It is a high thick collar that rigidly locks onto my cage bars. He stuffed my ass with a plug and locked it in place. and cuffed and manacled me with four way police cuffs with an 18 inch chain between the wrists and ankles.  I crawled into my cage and he placed the collar around my neck.  A protrusion from the back of the collar grasps the cage bars as it is locked around my neck. He locked my cage and left me in the dark overnight and into today.

He took me out of the cage but left the restraints on. He told me to stand in the center of the dungeon. He drew his heavy belt from his jeans and beat the hell out of me.  There was not apparent reason except that he felt like it.

 

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Leaving the restraints on, He chained my collar to the wall in the dungeon and left me until this evening.

 

 

 

 

That's the way it goes.

Refelction

Master had fucked me and stopped short of cumming. He pushed a steel ass tunnel into my ass then jacked himself off inside of me. He plugged it before locking my Carrara chastity belt that made pushing the tunnel and plug out impossible.

We watched a movie a few days ago in which the hero had his wrists handcuffed to the chair legs. The bag guys tied his feet to the chair legs then gagged him with a blue bandana that was knotted in the middle. The bad guys started to interrogate him. They started out by slapping him and gradually started slugging him in the chest and gut. They threated him with a large knife and cut him on the chest.  I, in perverse hard cock sarcasm said, "It looks like fun to me".

Master gave me a chance to experience much of the interrogation that the hero in the movie experienced this afternoon,  He had me sit on a bar stool with a tall back on it. He handcuffed my wrists to the back legs, cuffed my ankles to the chair then used a thick brown leather strap to pin my upper body against the back of the chair.  I bounced up and down on the stool as much as I could to try to drive the tunnel deeper into my ass. The experience was pleasurable up to that point.

Christian, our body guard was and interrogation specialist when he was in the army. It wasn't the US army so the things that he did were very different from what he supposedly would not have done in a branch of our military.  Master turned me over to him and sat back in his big brown leather chair, lit a long fat cigar and watched Christian work me over. Christian gagged me with a knotted bandana then secured it by wrapping dust tape around my head several times. He pressed the tape on my face as he stretched it very tightly around and around.  He pinched my nose between his finger and thumb to see if there were any air leaks in the gag. I gasped and struggled before he let me breath.  There were no leaks.

The game was, "TELL ME WHERE YOU HIDE THE GOLD"?  He told me to make it easy on myself by telling him right away. I couldn't answer him if I tried because of the gag job that he did on me. There was no answer to give him but he played dead serious.  He went from being an eagle eyed mild mannered guy to a monster with hatred and malice in his eyes.

He asked me where I hid the gold several times.
I shook my head "no".  He slapped and backhanded me across the face. He obviously held back.
He asked me again.
He slapped and back handed me again and again, each time just a little harder.
He stood back and turned to talk to Master for a few moments than came back to backhand me.
I actually tasted blood.
He slugged me in the chest, first one side then the either.
"WHERE IS THE GOLD"?
He slugged me in the chest again.
I tried to yell but each time I tried to make a noise he pinched my nose closed.

My chastised cock hurt more than anything that he did to me.

He switched gears and pinched the muscles on top of the shoulders.  It hurt, unbearable pain drew involuntary tears. I struggled to get him to stop working those muscles.  I was serious, I wanted him to stop,

He drew his knife from his boot sleeve and touched it's point to the tip of my nose.  He drew the blade against my face as if he was shaving me.

"TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING GOLD IS NOW!!!!  or I'm going to start cutting you".
He nicked me on the right side of my chest.  A drew a few drops of blood.  He put me in a sleeper hold and pretended to snap my neck.  I passed out from a combination of primal fear and lack of oxygen.

I woke up, still fastened to the chair.  Master laughed "Have you had enough"?  I shook my head "yes".

Master and Christian removed the bindings and the gag. Master unlocked the chastity belt and told me to go in to the bathroom to remove the plug and dump the jiz out of my gut and come to the bedroom.  Christian and Master were both waiting for me with semi-hard cocks waiting for me to stiffen.  Master fucked my head while Christian took my ass.  Master told me to jack-off while they fucked me.  Christian filled my as then Master took over my ass, telling me that he would not stop until I got myself off.  Christian stepped around to my head and softly slapped me and held my nose and mouth closed.  I finally, after weeks of being denied begged Master for permission.

"You damn well better" he said, "Because I can't hold out for ever".  I pumped a screaming load into the air hitting Master in the face. He was pumping and slamming hard as my ass pulsated from cumming.  PERFECTION!

My face was lightly bruised.  I hope the cut on my chest scars.  It's about an inch long.  I rinsed the blood and pre-cum out of my mouth and there is no more blood.  I must have bitten my cheek when Christian hit me.

Impaled

Hey guys,

The slave is bound in a chair with his hands strapped hard behind the chair. I got his wrists pulled down tight to the so his shoulders are pulled back on themselves.  The slave is being fucked with a fuck machine.  It is going on an hour now. He'd be screaming except that he is taped gagged with a pair of my stinking underwear stuffed down his throat. I'm going to take that shit out of mouth and fuck his throat with my cock while he's being fucked up the shit hole with that machine.

It's a good fucking slave who takes my shit day after day and means it when he thanks me for it.

Do you fucking measure up?

People are only interested in pictures

My slave is indisposed today. You're going to have to read this if you fuck-offs are at all interested. You worthless pieces of shit are not worth my slaves time. I am thinking about closing this blog so he does not have to take time from me to do it everyday

If you have the god dam brains to read this let me know if you care.
You can also let me know if you have any ideas for working him over.
The winner might just win a weekend as his stead, if you think you can take it.

Master Ian

Home

One stop in New York and we're home, finally!
The dogs rushed us as we drove up to the house and Butch and Steve came out of the cottage to greet us. We joined them for dinner and the latest news about the ranch. Steve accompanied Master, Christian, and Butch to the deck for a cigar and the view of the valley under the half moon. I went out to let the animals know that I am home to take care of them. Boris gave me a big sloppy cow kiss on the face and wanted me to hug his huge head.

I'll be up with the sun shoveling Alpaca shit from the barn floors and currying my horses and cows.  The dog surrounded me in a great white cloud into the house where they all a giant chewy bone to carry as they followed me through the house to the bathroom where I stood under a warm waterfall shower until my skin felt wrinkled and squeaky clean.

Tired but daring not to climb in bed before Master, I laid on the floor surrounded by dogs and promptly fell asleep.  Life will be back to normal, until the next trip.

 

Sancho, the oldest of eight fluffy monsters stands as tall as my shoulders.
He's not a full adult yet. He's mostly a house dog who follows me everywhere.

A Day of Grace

Master unlocked the cell door and let me out.

"You stink! You smell like hell"!

I went upstairs to clean up and out.  I shaved my face and head then climbed into a hot shower.  Master slipped into the shower as the shit ran down the drain. He wrapped his arms around me and held. He kissed me several times then pushed me against the wall.  He entered my ass with his cock and fucked me slowly and gently. He held me with my face buried between his pecs and kissed me over my head and face.  We stood until the steaming shower until the water began turning cool. He dried me and sent we into bed and laid beside me.

"We'll go out for dinner after you get a few hours of good sleep".

I tried to hug him and get him to fool around but he said "It's enough, you've had enough for a couple days".

We went to sleep.

Master and I went to Hawksmoor for a steak then went to Bonds where Master bought cigars and a Peterson Sherlock Holmes pipe for me. We walked a few miles then found a taxi back to the Club House.  We joined a few guys in the lounge where I sat on the floor between Master's knees.  He reached down to wrap his hand around my neck every once in a while.  I'd get a woody in response and then he would take his hands off me.

He eventually took me to bed and fucked me before we went to sleep.

What do you do when you don't have any restraints?

We are staying in the Grand Hotel Villa Cora.  It's a little too luxurious for my tastes but the suites are large and the bedroom has no walls adjoining other hotel suites so it's private.

Master had a business meeting to attend today and didn't want me out on my own, even with my body guard.  He wanted to tie me up and leave me but we didn't have any bondage gear with us.  What was Master to do?

He left the room for a while and came back with five new belts,  He stripped me from my shorts and used the belts to tie me up.  He folded the belts and pulled a loop through the buckle.  He slipped it up my arms then tightened it above my elbows.  He did the same at my wrists, above my knees and around my ankles.  He used the fifth belt to pull my ankles almost to my wrists.  He stuffed one of his sweaty red socks into my mouth, layering it as he packed it almost to my throat.  He tied the sock gag in place with another sock tied in a tight knot around my head.  He got himself ready for his meeting then checked and tightened the belts on his way out the door. My body guard watched as Master bound me and watched me struggle.  I almost got the wrist belt loose enough to get my hands free when my body guard decided that "I might be in danger if I got free" and tightened everything again.  He pulled my upper arms tighter until I cried out in pain. He sat back to watch me and the television while I lay there on the floor.  I couldn't struggle because any time that I tried, searing pain shot through my shoulders. My cock strained against the ever present chastity belt.  I wet the carpet beneath me with my precum.

Master returned and bend over me to inspect my restraints. He was concerned about the tightness of the upper arm restraint. He started to loosen it and I shook my head "no".  He let me suffer as long as there was no danger. I actually liked the strictness of the bondage. Bondage for pain is one of my favorite situations to be in.  Master returned and released the hog tie.  He rolled me onto my back and began to play with my tits.  He squeezed, pulled and pinched.  His grip became ever more intense.  I tried to scream but my spit soaked sock gag kept me quiet.  He kept working my tits to the point that I was sobbing.  He kept working my tits while he handed the key to my chastity belt to our companion.  Once he managed to get my swollen cock free, Master slid down.  He sucked my cock while still working my tits. I came, unable to warn him.  He swallowed my cum and licked my cock and balls as if was searching for more.  He removed the restraints and pulled me to the bed.  He pushed my torso down on the bed.  He pulled my face to the left and spit out a heavy glob on my lips and told me not to waste it.  He spit on my rectum and pushed himself inside me.  He fucked me slowly until he came.  He pushed me on to my knees and made me clean his cock with my tongue. I used to hate it when he forced me to do this but now, we are so close that we're probably made of each other.

We went out for late lunch and went back to the hotel to pack. I absolutely craved his touch.  I wrapped my arms around Master and he responded with a bear hug.  He wrapped his right hand around my neck and whispered "you're mine, never forget that".  It was a moment of the possessiveness that he often expresses.
"Sir, I know".

Master Ian's Slave

This blog is written by No Trace & edited by Master Ian

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This is a story of Trace, his life and his journey into dedicating himself to the service of the man who came to own him.