It didn't End There

The boy (Steve) was quiet at first then I heard what sounded like crying. I felt an obligation to be silent at first but eventually asked what was going on. He had never been beaten to the extent that Christopher worked him over. He didn't understand how Reggie could let it go on after having Reggie tell him that he would never hurt him.

"Let me ask you Steve, why did you take the punishment? You had a choice, didn't you",  He told me that he felt he had to. "Why? I asked". He said he knew he had done something wrong and he didn't want Reggie to throw him out of his life. I asked, "have you stolen before?'. He said he had. "Have you stolen from friends?" He said he had. "Why?", I asked. He didn't seem to know.

"Well, it's done with and over here. If you need something, ask for it and don't expect the pain in your head or ass to go away anytime soon and don't expect it to happen again."

He asked if I had been beaten like that. "Yes, but it is so painful for Master to administer it that I don't ever want him to have to do it again. It is the worst thing that I can do to him."

Steve started to ask another question. I reminded him that we are locked in cells for a specific reason, to sleep. It is what is expected. We can talk to tomorrow. "Steve, you should know that everything that we say or do is monitored and can be recorded. There is no such thing as privacy here on the ranch. Master Butch and Dan are gone for another day or two. I have a lot to do tomorrow."

Prisoner's Life

He did not sleep so comfortable last night. His arms were pulled behind him and locked to the ring in the floor. The chain leading to the ankle manacles was shortened.  Wraith gagged him then gave him a stiff paddling for no other reason than wanting to so he was forced to sit on his sore ass all night.

I am not in London, I'm home languishing in the slaves absence but I want him to get a better idea of what real imprisonment might feel like, including being sexually abused by a stranger. The only thing that I cannot take away from the slave is that he knows I would not put him in a situation that is not safe. He's missing the fear factor. I have arranged for just a glimpse of it for him the morning before I come to pick him up. (I will be there but he won't know it.)

T: email is good.

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.

Lets Explain this Shit!

My slave is having a birthday coming up next Saturday. The only thing the slave wants is to go through his ultimate fantasy slave hell for an (unknown to him) period of time. In addition, he has asked for a trial period of a fantasy that he wrote about some time in the last few months. I will paste the fantasy into this document.

You will see bits about what we have done over the last five days. They are a script, that we have been following, to some extent. The dreaded corset a kink that he is exploring. He saw guys bound in corsets at a leather event before we met. One was wearing shoulder to below corset that enclosed everything, including his arms. The bloke could hardly walk. His Domme was shocking him remotely for not keeping pace with her. He got up the nerve to ask who made the bondage gear. The woman asked him if he wanted to try it but he couldn't stand the thought of having a woman touch him.
He actually loves the corset. He likes the restriction and having to struggle to breath.

Telling the whole story would kill the drama.

The slave has until the 25th before his birthday present ends.

Here's the fantasy.

Master and I have endlessly kinky minds and almost unlimited funds to buy or have things made to satisfy our kinky ideas. We also have friends who are construction contractors who find our ideas entertaining so they are always willing to work with us.

I am very sore and very horny today. The punishment was like a catharsis although intensely painful.
I am not allowed to struggle or cry out during punishment. If I were to break that rule, punishment would be extended. I can barely handle what was given. Christian administered two separate Navel Barracks Routines. One set for disobeying Master, the other for disrupting family harmony. Read about the Naval Barracks Routine.

We have a lot of discussions about “what if”, “If only, “I wonder” and so on when Master and I discuss kinky lifestyles and occurrences in our daily life. That is how he joined the Chateau. In our beginning conversations before I submitted to him for a month, I mentioned my fantasy about being taken to a location in some unknown location to be turned into a slave and then sold to a Master, never to be seen again. He told me that he actually knew of a place. It excited me but he refused to discuss the particulars. I thought he was wanking my head to excite me. It never left my memory but I didn’t think anything like that existed. Unfortunately, places like that do exist and they are rarely for pleasure. He arranged to take me there for training after he declared to me that I was his slave.

The Chateau is an on-going “what if” that I don’t enjoy but it is an important aspect of our relationship. It has taught me that some men and their slaves have strict relationships that do not share the sense of equality that exists in my relationship with Master. Some of these men are bound and stored until their owners want to entertain themselves with them. It’s frightening but also intriguing. I’ve had a taste of being objectivized. It was fun, horrifying and damn boring.

My life was horribly boring and restrictive as a child. I never went anywhere without a chaperone. Sometimes I felt like a dog on the end of a choke chain. It was for my protection from my evil and sinister mother who tried on occasion to steal me from my grandparents. On one hand, I had everything; on the other hand, I had to earn everything that I wanted. Then all of the sudden, there was no one left to take care of me. Everyone died. It’s odd that I grew up feeling overly responsible for everything in life. I wondered what it would feel like if I had to do as I was told without thinking. I wondered what it would be like to refer to other people with obviously terms of respect that would take away my stature as “Boss” or “Head of the Family”. How could I rid myself of authority and daily control over my life?  My discussions with Master were truly regarded even though we didn’t discuss possible realities.

I also wondered how long I could take frequent long term bondage. I asked Master if he thought he could do that too someone and be happy and turned on by it. I knew he could do it for hours or days and I knew the depth of his conviction when he said “NO!” but I wondered how we could live as some of the Master’s and their slaves the Chateau.

We had a long discussion out on the deck after dinner. He smoked a long black Maduro cigar and told me that he would enjoy it if I would smoke my pipe. We smoke infrequently these days. I fidgeted in the corset and Carrara belt. Master told me to stand and said he would fix that for me. He unlocked the corset, tightened the laces and then relocked it. He tightened the out strap and told me that if I was uncomfortable sitting that I should stand. I pulled my jeans up and buttoned my flannel shirt. I packed my pipe and lit it and re-lit Master’s cigar and I stood in front of him while he talked.

“I have decided to make you a true slave. As of the conversation, you will no longer have the freedom to do what you want when you want. You will experience constant bondage of a greater magnitude than what your collar and chastity devices provide. You endure frequent long term incarcerations.  Butch, Christopher and I will carry dog whips with which to punish you for anything we feel is cause.” He took a folded paper from the back pocket of his worn leather jeans. He told me that if I wanted this life change that I should sign the very statement that he had just made. He told me to think about it while he called Butch and Christopher out to witness and sign the document explaining what their duties and rights are.

I took the pen from Master and asked, “and what is the duration of this agreement?”
Master said, “there is no termination date”.
I shrugged my shoulder and touched the pen to the paper.
Butch asked me if I was sure that I wanted this. I signed the document. Master Ian signed the document followed by Master Christopher and then Master Butch.

Master reached into a canvas bag to pull out three dog whips to distribute to the other Masters. The whips look like 3 foot long signal whips. The Masters each gave me ten lashes to teach me what to expect for any infraction of rules. I do not know exactly that the rules are. Master Ian told me that if I protested, talked back disrespectfully or overtly disobeyed a direct order that I would be punished by the usual method, implying the Naval Barracks Routine. I am at their mercy. May be I am insane but I like exactly what I signed up for. I have trusted each one of the Masters with my life from the first day I met each of them.

Master Ian is taking me to the city (SF) tomorrow. He wants my P.A. to be turned into an Apadravya so there is more meat involved in the piercing. He also wants my nipples pierced. (I wonder how that will affect my love of tit torture). Master is bringing restraints and a gag with because he wants the event to be memorable. The piercer, a longtime friend is an expert at turning a piercing session into torture. We’re going to his house to have this done because if he was caught doing something the way Master wants him to do it in the shop, he could get into trouble.

I am told that I will not be writing this blog for quite some time and that Master Ian may take on the responsibility. I hope that he will allow me to write from time to time. I’d like you to know how I am doing.

He's not going to be available until the middle of week. He'll be a pierced man then, except for the tits. I like to play with them too much.

Enjoy the read.

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.

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.

Rings

We picked wedding rings today. We've commissioned a Goldsmith to come up with something different with sapphires and white metal. He came up with several designs for us to choose from.

I slept in a cage last night after being ordered to rim Master. My wrists and ankle were in police cuffs, forcing me to remain kneeling until I figured out how to lower myself to my stomach without banging myself up. Sleeping hogtied in police cuffs is miserable.

We're leaving for a weekend in Seattle. Friends are celebrating their wedding anniversary with a dungeon party. 

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".

Beat up but exhilarated

How many days was it? It seemed endless but it wasn't quite as horrible as it sounds. There is no draft in that room except air that comes through the ventilation system.

I can't guess why Master decided I needed some "object" time. I've got to tell you that every time I came in to see me that he a rock hard cock with a pre-cum spot in his jeans. The idea of me chained, helpless and completely at his mercy turns both of us into horned up crazy animals.

He beat me with his belt a couple times until I would have done anything to get him to stop and then he'd be so hot that he fucked me in either end. I could piss in the room because there is a drain that flows outside into a stone lined culvert that eventually runs into a creek that eventually runs into the ocean. He let me use the toilet and let me take a shower. He made meal time hard with a dog bowl and my hands restrained behind my back or at my sides. He laughed as he watched me struggle. He said "you make a piss poor dog". Of course the smell of his piss in the bowl made that statement appropriate.

"Our greatest strength lies in the gentleness and tenderness of our heart" - Rumi

Yeah! Being Master's property can be a rough deal but when all is said and done...

It's dinner time and I need to be with my family then spend some serious time in the hot tube with Master and a glass of red wine.

 

 

The Weekend Chained in the Dungeon

The slave is still enjoying a weekend of peace and quiet in the dungeon. He's chained at all points, eating his oatmeal like a good boy and drinkin my piss for refreshment. I figure I might let him out tomorrow after the holiday here. May not!

Power of Symbols

 

Simple suggestions like an iron manacle around a wrist can seem a greater sexual turn-on than pictures of complicated Bondage, “torture”, fucking and sucking. They are symbolic of a thousand possibilities. This picture conjures long term bondage for me. It brings back memories of the thirty days in Master’s dark attic dungeon before I earned the right to call him Master. I had no access to time or light except a tiny red spot in a far corner. Scraps of food were brought to me sporadically. Punishment for nothing that I did was harsh. Screaming or moaning invited greater agony and longer hours of absolute boredom. He said he would throw me out when he grew tired of me. He said I had no choice in the matter once we began. I was testing him, as I was testing my own resolve to learn how far my fantasies would take me.

Thirty days with an abrupt end. He apologized for throwing me out before he intended then disappeared, completely.

 Picture from Tumblr

 

More symbolic than real bondage?

 

 

 

answers to questions

I was branded the same day I got the GPS tag.  The brand is a mark from the chateau. The pain while getting it is bizarre. It hurts like hell for the second or so that the branding iron touches the skin then my body went numb, as if I was in shock. They iced the burn then dressed it to keep it dry. The pain level was high for a few days then gradually faded. The brand healed and has faded so that it is almost unrecognizable. I have a strong fantasy about branding so I sort of got off on it. I like needles too.

The capsule is a GPS tag. The Chateau monitors and makes tracking information available to Masters. It's like being able to track family members on your cell phone.  Without going into detail about the reason, I had a surgeon friend remove the first one. We destroyed it. It's somewhere under the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We were going to leave it out but after discussing the issue, Master decided to have a new one inserted.

 

image from:  www.metalbondnyc.com

New years in the Box

This may be poorly written but I hope you enjoy it any way.

The Box

New Year’s Eve felt like a day that was all about me. I woke up earlier than all the other guys on the ranch and finished the morning chores well before anyone began to stir.  The chores never feel like a chore for me. I love slipping into my dirty Wellies and shoveling out the barns.  I like the smell of the animals and I like the way they mill around impatiently waiting to be let outside. They give me slobbering kisses when I fill their feed troughs.

I went into cleanup and prepare myself for Master who was still in bed snoring. I slipped in bed beside him and he wrapped his arms and legs around then falls silent again. I fell asleep myself to be wakened by his demand for service and to be his cum receptacle as he sometimes calls me. We showered together so that I could scrub and massage his back and legs then dressed to meet the others for breakfast. Master told me to eat very lightly.

I lay on a massage table, my extremities bound to the corners. Master used a straight blade to remove the little body hair that I’ve grown and then skinned my scalp smooth as a baby’s behind. He keeps me bare most of the time. The first time that he took is blade to me was terrifying. I was sure that he would cut me. That was just another experience that taught me not to anticipate what Master can and will do.
He shaved every hair from my body without a nick or cut. Needless to say, I no longer fear his razor.

I remained nude throughout the day. I had Kefir with extra protein for lunch and dinner while the guys ate salads at steaks.

It was 10: pm when Master called me into the bedroom playroom.  He spread lubricant all over my body then helped me get into a rubber cat suit with a zippered crotch. He pulled my cock through the zipper.
After lubing rubber the cat suit, he started to help me get into a second covering, which was entered from the shoulder. I was shaking with fear and excitement. Once in the suit with the shoulders zipped, I lay on the table again while Master inserted a catheter.  The suit has integrated feet, gloves and hood. The hood has mouth and nose tubes. Once properly locked in two layers of rubber, Master lead me to the Gallery. 

Master guided me into the box so that my back touched the back of the box. Master knelt in front of me and began fastening the straps around my body. I was so excited and frightened that I can’t begin to describe the process of being bound in the box; I only know that I could not move anything except my fingers and toes. I don’t recall everything that had happened up to that point. It was weird to be in such a mental state. I’m sure my entire body was flooded with endorphins that confused my senses. Before closing the box, Master connected tubes to the catheter, nose and mouth. Once the box was closed, I felt a rush of warm air being pumped rhythmically through my nose into my lungs. I imagined in was a respirator. Eventually, cool drops of water entered my mouth through the mouth tube. 

Master had locked me into my box. A fantasy generated by a story that I read on www.metalbondnyc.com was coming true for me.

I eventually started to calm down to the point that I could feel and sense what I had gotten myself into.
The sounds that filled my head were my heart beating and the breathing machine that sent a constant stream of air into my nose and then the return of air into the box as I expelled the air. The cushioning in the box was soft and enveloping but at the same time, supportive. It was true; I was bound so that I was immobile but comfortable. Nothing was overly tight and nothing pinched. I wasn’t gagged. I could move the tube in my mouth with my tongue and I could suck on it to get more water if I wanted it. I felt no need to relieve myself; the catheter had prevented the need for that. I could feel nothing in my groin except a sense that I might occasionally have an erection that deflated itself, depending on what I was thinking.

Boredom set in, the thrill of bondage in the box turned into a feeling of “been there, done that, now let’s move on to something new”.  I had no choice so there was no use in even thinking about it. I was in my box for as Master wanted me there. I felt good about that. I am lucky to have such a person take control of my life and do things that other boys like me will never experience.

I sometimes thought of things that I’ve experienced and sometimes thought of new things that I’d like to try. I thought of ways to my current situation more intense. I remembered the guy in the story on Metalbond and how he was slowly fucked via a metal butt plug and electro magnet. I suddenly felt that I was missing that experience and wanted to somehow communicate that to Master. But, I wouldn’t even if I could.

I slept and woke, slept and woke. Listened to my heart beat and my forced breathe. I fantasized and criticized my behavior and thought of ways I could better serve Master. I smiled a lot because of my sense of contentment with my life. I even cried when my emotions became too much to bare.  Much happens in isolation, not to mention that it opens the mind up to let feelings and thoughts flow without judgment.

The box opened. The rush of room temperature air chilled me. I didn’t really want to get out at that moment. I asked “longer?” Master said “NO! You’ve been in there long enough for the first try”. He removed the mask and unzipped the hood then stood above while I was still restrained. He opened his old leather jeans and shoved his hard cock down my throat and almost immediately discharged himself. Master immediately released me from the straps and helped me to my feet. Out of curiosity, I looked at the clock that hung near the door. It said 4:10. I felt disappointed at being in the box for only six hours.
Master corrected me; he said it had been nearly 30 hours. As I said earlier, all of my senses deceived me during my imprisonment. I laughed at myself but still felt like I would be more than glad to spend more time in the box. I can only hope that I am this eager next time, especially if it is a longer session. Sometimes we use the thrill after the first time.

and in the end...

First, I forgot to say a few things about being tied spread eagle all day. I hate it when people tell about the action without discussing emotion.

Master made a gag by tying a Monkey Fist knot with a steel ball in it. It wasn't a perfect gag but it certainly made an impact. I could taste the steel as the rope become more soaked with my saliva. They say dog's don't like the taste of steel either.  He also plugged the IPod into my head and played an endless series of new age piano solos that completely obscured the time. 

I started to need to piss shortly after Master tied me down.  It was annoying at first then grew into painful need.  I didn't want to piss the bed and then have to lay in it. I was tied loosely so I had the ability to move but not so much that I could escape. I wished the entire time that I was really stretched out.

I was also afraid that a maid would walk in to find me bound.

I struggled to escape and dozed intermittently but Master tied the knots out of reach but frustratingly close so that struggling seemed to make sense, which kept me from totally give in to the bondage.

The Dominatrix

A woman with flaming red hair answered the door on the top floor of the apartment building.  She wore a bright red full length rubber skirt with a matching bustier. Her eyes were dressed in black makeup the terminated in wings at the side of her brows. She is older but not old. She was elegant at first but became brutal as our time together passed. Master drew my leash close to his knee, forcing me to kneel at his side like a well trained dog. The Dom and Master talked about me as if I wasn't there. He handed the leash to Madame and sat in a chair to observe as she spun her rope around me. She is an aficionado of Shibari.

She wrapped rope around my neck several times then looped the coil behind be. Without a knot, she wound the rope around my arms then crossed the rope behind my back, lifting my wrist across my pack toward my shoulder. Everything tightened as she spun the rope around me. She made me lay on my front side in the middle of a thick dark red oriental carpet. She folded my right knee so that the sole of the right foot pressed flat against my left knee. She looped the rope around my right ankle and then around the left knee, up to the cinch that she earlier wrapped around my waist then down to my left ankle. She wrapped my left ankle in coils of rope then brought the free end to a steel circle.

Madame brought the hook from an electrically operated winch toward the floor. She lopped the steel circle over the hook. She used the winch to take me off the floor and suspend me upside down. She adjusted my height so the my mouth was at the height of her crotch. She dropped her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it, exposing herself to me. She grabbed my head and brought my face to her crotch. She laughed as I winced and begged Master to not allow it.  They both laughed. She dropped me and pushed me so that I swung in circles over the carpet.

Madame was brutal. She tormented my tits, genitals and ass, using the edges of her fingernail to make it feel as if she was cutting into my fleshed. She slapped me and said "shut the fuck up!", in English every time that I responded to her ministrations. She used a leather covered metal cane to punish me. She beat my balls like they have never been beaten before. I curled upward in response to the violent pain in my gut from being hit in the balls.

All done, I got dressed, thanked her and the kneeled beside Master. He used his American Express Card to pay her.  They sipped Cognac together. He thanked her and took me to dinner.

I'm still trying to decide if, in the end whether or not I enjoyed the experience. I'm feeling numb and somewhat resentful about being taken to a Professional Dominatrix to be worked over.

Someplace in Germany

It's about 6:PM and the first stop is near an end.

I'm writing this while I sip a steaming cup of coffee. I haven't seen daylight for more than a day.  The "Chateau" driver was waiting for us outside of customs.  He restrained my arms behind my back and locked a leather hood over my head before we started the drive. We were greeted at the front door where Master and I were separated. They took Master to his room upstairs and took me down to the dungeon. The dungeon is a labyrinth consisting of a long corridor with rooms branching off at either side. Some are "Work rooms" others are a myriad of cells and locked rooms.

As is customary, I was chained by my neck, wrists and ankles and left with other slaves in the corridor. I slid to the floor and leaned against the wall to sleep until the others started to stir. I continued sleeping while the other slaves ate their breakfast. I could have slept all day after the trip to get here.

The others were taken away and returned during the day. "Training" is one of the reasons we are brought here. I've already gone through this twice. The last and third time was aborted by Master because he heard that I was abused by two of the guards.  They are no longer in contact with guests of the Chateau (what ever that means). I spent the entire day chained.  I socialized with the others when I wasn't sleeping.

I was taken to the showers this morning and then waited in a locked cell until the guards came for me.
Yes, they played with me and teased me while I was in the shower. One of them gave me head until I was on the edge then slapped me around a bit. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

They took me upstairs this afternoon and brought me to the room of ceremonies. I imagined that the induction process is sort of like joining the Masons. It's serious but just a little hooky. Master signed the papers, pledging to care for me and describe how I was too be handled if he died before me and a few other things that I can't talk about. I had to sign what is essentially a contract. Then the fun began. The inserted a GPS tracking chip between the ribs on my left side and renewed the brand that I was marked with over a year ago.

Getting a brand over the ribs hurts like hell!

We're waiting for our ride to Munich where we'll stay a few days before heading toward Berlin.

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

 

 

 

Slow day on the hill

Life isn't all fun up here on the mountain sometimes it's just plain exciting. A Icelandic Horse breeder sent a couple of horses with a family from Canada that was making a trip to Southern California.  It was a convenience that I was glad to pay. We have a new mare and gelding in the corral now.  The girl is white and tan and the boy is almost all black with a deep brown mane and tail.

The newcomers were nervous and tired when they arrived.  I worked with by walking them around the fence and taking time to feed them apples that I made them bite into while I held them.  I talked to them in the softest sweet voice possible while we got to know each other. The big stallion came over to check the young female out and nuzzled her.  He greeted the boy and snorted at him, as if to let him know who was boss.  It was like a Master meeting a new slave.

This whole ranch "thing" has rapidly grown to be one of the best experiences of my life. It helps me calm down and makes me want to stay home. We're leaving for Europe in nine days. I love to travel but I wish we were going for a week instead of a month.

Master went to San Francisco today to spend the day with friends from London. I'm relishing the down time.

Running until Empty

The boy is indisposed today. I sent him to bed with a hot cup of chicken soup and a rap on the ass.

He went out running today. He plugged his IPod into his head and ran until he was thirty miles from home. I had to go rescue him. The boy gets lost inside himself sometimes.

Hey guys!  I notice none of you comment on his writing.

Master Ian

Long term life in a cage.

I love small places like cages, locked boxes and trunks, small dark closets and everything else that's locked bondage.  It's weird that I sweat in a stall in a public restroom or in my water closet at home.  I keep the door when I'm on the toilet ajar or open because I feel claustrophobic.  We were at Whole Foods today when it was extremely crowded.  So crowded that all the carts were in use. People were cutting other people off, carts were banging together and the general atmosphere was a panicked sense of rudeness that made me feel anxiety that caused me to feel like bolting from the store.  I used the bathroom, because my cock is locked in a chastity belt, I always have to use a toilet rather that urinal.  I usually use the handicap stall because it is larger than regular stalls.  I was forced by urgency to use a small stall.  The anxiety that I already felt combined with being in a small space made me feel as if I was suffocating.  It was a good feeling suffocation like having Master put a plastic bag over my head or covering my mouth and pinching my nostril shut. It was a horrible feeling that felt like death.

I finished in the bathroom then rushed out of the nearest store exit.  I called Master using my cell phone to let him know where and why I was outside. I waited for him on a patch of grass in the middle of the parking lot. He left his cart and came out to rescue me from myself. He talked me back into the store and carefully watched me as we finished our shopping.

So, I wondered how I could be locked in small places and love it but feel anxiety in larger places like bathrooms and toilet stalls. Does anyone have a reason?

Next. I have had times, especially with Master when I am locked in small spaces. I've been caged for as long as two weeks.  I mentioned a time when I first met Master when he was using me as an "object". He locked me in a cage for over seven days without letting me out. My friend Metal wanted me to tell him about it.

Here goes; It was a caging, nothing else. Master, who was not my Master at the time ordered me to crawl into a "puppy" cage. It had a steel floor, heavy metal bars on the sides and top. It was placed in the center of the room over a drain in the floor. He locked the door with a massive lock and told me to enjoy my stay.  He said I would remain caged until he got tired of knowing I was locked in it.  He didn't give me a time line. He left me in a completely dark space.  The only light was a red beam that emanated from a far off corner that did nothing to light the room.

I felt excited and horny for a while.  I wasn't restrained so I had access to my genitals and ass. I stimulated myself and almost came but I feared repercussions for doing self stimulation without permission.  Excitement fell away as did the feeling of being horny.  I became bored with the passing of time. It was a mistake for me to think it would be a matter of hours before Master came to release me. I became more bored, to the point of feeling agitated. Then I decided to try to meditate. I climbed through my Chakra but could not reach the top.  I was blocked. I eventually fell asleep with no way of judging how long.  I eventually had to urinate.  I held it until it became urgent and started to call out to be allowed to uses the toilet. My pleas were never answered,  I eventually pissed, trying not to get in the cage.

Master eventually came.  He made his way through the room guided by the light that illuminated it from outside in the hallway. He slide a plastic try and a plastic fork through the slot at the bottom of the door and set a gallon of drinking water inside the cage.  I told my captor that I had to take a shit.  He replied "oh? ok". and left again, leaving me to try to eat in the pitch blackness of the room.  I eventually reached the point at which I could not keep my bowels from moving.  I yelled for release but it seemed no one heard me.  I relieved myself into the disposable plastic tray and pushed it out of the slot at the bottom of the door. It smelled and filled the space with it's overwhelming odor, making me feel nauseous.

Master came in to tend to me. He used a hose and cold water to shower me and wet the floor of the cage. He handed me a soapy sponge and told me to clean myself and the floor of the cage.  He rinsed me off with cold water then sprayed the soapy water down the drain.  He slid another tray of now cold food under the slot in the cage door and closed the door to the room, once more leaving me in the dark.

This treatment seemed endless.  My brain cried out for stimulation and sunlight. My body begged for exercise and food. I constantly felt hungry even though I was inactive. The monotony of nothingness and inability to move my body was driving me crazy but I still felt a weird sense of comfort that I can't explain or understand.

Finally, after days of isolation, Master came to release me. I could finally stand and feebly exercise.  I took a long hot sudsy shower and dried myself with a towel rather that air drying in a chilly room.  Master fed me a meal that I ate sitting in the sunlight that spilled across the kitchen floor. I cleaned the dishes and the went back to the room containing the cage to clean away the stench I left in the cage and the floor around and under it.. 

Master was not finished using me.

Self-Bondage for Master's Amusement.

I cleaned myself out and went out to clean in the barn with Dan then crawled back in bed where Master was still sleeping.  I put my arm over his chest and laid there watching his chest expand with each breathe until I fell asleep again with my face in his arm pit.  He smelled of healthy sweat and cigar.

I woke when he lifted my ass in the air and began squirting lube into my hole.  He slipped his cock inside of me and slid in and out.  He was impossibly gentle.  My head swam in ecstasy and chills run u and down my spine as he kissed my back, neck and ears. I came without control or warning.  The orgasm rocked me, making me feel like I would pass out. Master exploded, washing my entire gut with his seed.  He groaned as he shot. He continued to fuck me until he came a second time.

After taking a shower together, I dried Master and then myself. He had thrown my Groethal chastity belt with the butt plug on the bed.  He fastened it and then handed me one of the diapers that he bought the day before.

"I want you to put this on and then go to the playroom and lock yourself in bondage that you can't escape from.  Gag yourself and put some sort of blinder on.  If I don't think you did a good enough job, I will punish you then rebind you.  If I like the job, I will tighten things up and leave you without punishing you".