108 Days an Object

I hesitate to write about this, not wanting another "slave" who fantasize about being kept as an objectified human thing that is treated with fewer rights than an animal.

I had talked about wanting to be a slave who had nothing more in life than to spend his entire life serving a Master. Master and I lived the life. To a great extent, I had been living, more voluntarily than by his demand, as his servant. If you read my blog you will see just how we related to each other.

One of the scenarios that we played out from time to time was to kept as a object, less than a slave with no way out of the situation for what ever time he decided to keep me. He and his friends kept me bound for as long as they thought I was getting off on it. They would push my "limits" (my desire to play) then let me out.

I'd essentially given up on the idea of being an object and even got turned off to the idea once I learned of people captured by sociopathic criminals. I think that the lines between that behavior and playing out the concept as a kinky activity became blurred. I was becoming sickened by the reality of the violence in the world and wanted to step back from play long enough to sort out my feelings and somehow justify my desires and separate them from the result of violence that truly harms innocent victims.  I hadn't talk about objectification or my desire to experience for quite a while, simply because of ambiguous feelings.

You may know that it is legal to carry a weapon in public in Colorado. I'm not sure what precipitated it but Master bought everyone on the ranch a side arm and holster, expecting them to be worn at all times. I think he got off on the way it looks. I carried one too. We practiced handling them so we all knew how to use them should the need arise.

New Years Eve

Snow was falling in our area of the Mountains even though it seemed warm.  We had eaten a late meal of aged rib eye steaks and beer from one of the crafters in Denver. The eight men of the household were tipsy when we pushed away from the table. I cleaned the table and kitchen then joined the guys in a game of billiards. As we began to sober up, Master began to rough me up. He locked a heavy collar around my neck and connected by a chain behind my back to wrist irons and then to irons that were locked round my ankles. He walked my down to the dungeon with the other guys following.  The seven men raped me ass and mouth until each of them a spent inside of me at lead once. The also pissed on and inside of me both ass and mouth.

The men locked a chain to one of the ankle irons then locked the free end of the chain to a ring in the wall.  Master gagged me then they all went upstairs to uncork bottles of champagne and drank themselves to sleep.

They came down late the next day. The unchained me then restrained me on a table with leather straps where they spent the next few hours waxing every single hair from my head, face and body. Max held his side arm in my mouth and told me to keep quiet or he would blow my head off. Those were the last words that they spoke to me except to bark orders at me. They beat me with a leather strap when they finished waxing me then all took turns fucking me.

From that point on, I was an object to be used, tortured, beaten, pissed on and in, cummed in and on and even shit on. They washed me with a powerful jet of cold water from a hose when I was too stinking filthy for them to be able to stand.  I saw nothing but bright lights when they used or fed me or tortured me and jet blackness when they me left alone.

There was no way to count the days. It would have been useless anyway because I did not know how long they would keep me as a prisoner.

Boredom and fear filled my head. When I wasn't gagged I could yell and scream at them. I demanded release and threatened them. I also begged for release but they simple seemed to ignore me, treating without apparent passion, even when they tormented me. Sometimes, in my most desperate hours, I tried to hold my breath long enough to die. It never worked. I spent many hours crying all to no avail.

The men released me on April 17th after beating, torturing and fucking me.  Master held his gun to my head and told me that if I ever told anyone one they had done to me that they would bury me alive out in the wood.

I took a long hot shower in the dungeon bath.  Master stood watch over me and we talked.

In the end, life went on as it always has.  The guys were as affection as ever. I still haven't wanted to talk to them about my experience but I know why they objectified me and understand that it was a gift that they sometimes were reluctant to give.

Does it Sound Like Complaining?

Our relationship has been changing since we moved up on the mountain. The first and most noticeable change is the labor situation. There is no more up-at-the-crack-of-dawn ranch labor for me. Butch hired two full time guys to help with the labor and a landscaping company to "make the land right" for us.

My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.

I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.

He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.

I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.

The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.

The boy is Down Today

The boy is down today. He is just plain tired. He's spending his day in bed sleeping. He wants me to be with him so I go in from time-to-time to hold him. His Tommy lays on the foot of the bed looking up at him and then as I leave, he crawls up and leans against the object of his adoration.

I'd like to tie him up and gag him for the evening and I think I might, just because I can and because I know he would enjoy it. His tastes have changed so much recently. He loved crazy heavy bondage and now he gets off on my rope work.

Except for brief moments, he has been locked in his chastity belt for 24 four days. He came "by accident" while I was playing with his nipples last night. I could see that he was on the edge, for the third or fourth time. His eyes were full of tears from fighting against the uncontrollable need to cum. He begged me to stop but I told him to hold it if he knew what was good for him. Finally, his back arched and he screamed "I can't hold it!". He came while screaming. It looked like his entire body was cramping in a violent spasm. He pumped like I've never seen him cum before. He was screaming in agony. Even after the lost drop of cum dripped from the tip of his cock, he screamed. His gut was still in the midst of spasm. He cried out "I think something is wrong, the pain is in the wrong place and it's getting more intense". His toes curled and I saw him trying to pull cramps from his legs by pointing and stretching his toes toward his head. He gradually relaxed and the cramping stopped.

We talked to our Urologist who said it was inflammation of the prostate caused by sexual stimulation and then no ejaculating. He told me to leave the chastity belt off for a while. If it happens again, come to see him. He also suggested that if we're having sex to let the boy ejaculate before locking the belt back on the boy.

So there you have it.

It Feels Like a New Chapter

Chapter 2

This feels like a new chapter in our lives. Odd, it seems like such a short time since it began and still, it feels like it always was. I'm finding new music and new places that inspire me. I' enjoying the kitchen and the vast open spaces outside of it as I look out over the valley.

Master is every where that I am. We're talking and silent together with no place in particular to go. Every touch is sex. We spent a long morning of wakefulness in bed together this morning, leaving pools of spunk to dry in the sheets and rope trailing from the side of the bed.

slave, or is it Slave?

We're in the dungeon. My slave is bound with his arms painfully cinched high at his back. He is forced to stand high on his toes by the noose around his neck. His entire body is shaking from muscle strain. My cum is leaking around the long plug that I brutally shoved up his ass after fucking him. I know that a lessor man would drop to the flat of his feet but my slave is totally focused on my pleasure. He will stand until every ounce of his strength has gone then pass out.

I will grab him just before he drops, lift his body with my left arm the free him with my right. I will lay him down the rip the plug from his ass so that I can fuck him again until he regains consciousness. This is not a game that we play often because it is dangerous.

Butch and Christian will stand watch in case I need their help or see that I am playing too close to the edge. As the slave becomes more alert, he will realize that his family is using him and each other to celebrate their love by giving of themselves.

Panigale?

There is notion that I am sure that he thought of. There is already too much power in the garage as it is. A Panigale is obviously or gorgeous bike but le's show some restraint here Tony. I see that Master didn't tell you about his new Ducati that is bright shiny black. There seems to be some metaphor in his color choices. He gets the black, I get the white.

Master and Ray came up with a proper holding device for me. It is intense, it is restrictive but excruciating to be locked in it. I almost panicked the first time Ray locked my head in place in the helmet. I don't know why but I have never been entirely comfortable with rigid things over my head. I have anxiety when I put a full bike helmet over my head but like most things, I talk myself through it. Now I am thinking that a padded hood with hoses into the nostrils might feel really hot before having my head locked down. I was locked down for a little more than eight hours. I have to admit that near the end, I was wishing for a long soak in the hot tub followed a long rest under crisp linen and down.

We went on an after lunch ride on the new toys and stopped in a secluded patch of trees. Master ripped his fly open and pulled my jeans around my ankles to do the obvious. He nor I ever seem to get enough.

In response to Master's 24/7 bondage comment: I am in 24/7 bondage. The obvious is the steel ring that I wear around my neck. There is no way to get it off but cutting it off. He also keeps a steel belt locked above my hips because he thinks it looks hot when I am naked. It's also a form of appetite suppressant should I ever develop an appetite. I enjoy food but I have never had impulses that tell me to eat. 

Did you read about the Texas lawmaker that wants to make sodomy illegal and proposes that people caught doing sodomy should be shot through the head?  Which head was he thinking about anyway.

Is it true that Ted Cruze will run for President? I hope Americans are smart enough to run from the anomalous excuse for a human. He is a man who ardently chooses ignorance over knowledge.

Late Night Extreme Torture Bondage

Tony: Thank you for your constant feed back. I wish we had more readers like you.

It seems slave and I are going opposite directions with our workouts. I am getting lean while he builds mass. It is hard for him because he runs all of his calories off. I on the other hand just started running so I burn off what I don't want to carry. Tony, our Nutritionist/Chef is making two different meal options to help us. Another thing that is hard for slave is that he prefers vegetable over protein so he has had to eat more protein and a bit more fat. His work is starting to show.

I read a short story in a book called Best Gay Bondage Erotica by Jack Fritcher called Don't Throw Me Into the Briar Patch. It reminded me or should I say "made clear" the reason and purpose for my bondage perversions. It also helped me understand my slave a little better.  We need our BDSM activities. I think we're not just addicted to it, we understand our programming, the proclivities that we are born with and nature as we grew. I understand that my slave needs it even more than I do.

Ray's Surprise For My slave:

It's a table of horrors that is made of steel with many locking accessories. Ray had slave lay face down on the table. His face fit into the front half of a steel helmet that is firmly bolted and welded to the table. There is a hole in the face for air and to insert various toys into the mouth. The back half of the hood is fitted over the back of the head and locked in place. A wide leather strap is fastened and locked across the slave's back.  Ray fits and locks steel restraints around slave's biceps that are connected by a metal rod to metal wrist restraints. There is a hole in the table through which slave's genitals are exposed for further bondage and torture. Ray inserted a nine inch plug into the slave's ass then connected a t-shaped metal strap to the table between slave's legs then brought it up and fastened the long portion of the device to the table on both sides of slave's waist. The metal strap between the slave's legs holds the plug in place.

The slave is shaking from either fear of excitement or both. Ray continues restraining him by folding his legs so the calves touch the back of the thighs. He locks them in metal ankle restraints that are connected by a short rod to the slave's wrist restrains. Leather straps around his bound legs enforce further compression. We sat back and lit cigars. We smoked and drank a cognac while watching the slave's motionless struggle.

The slave has been locked down like this for nearly five hours. He has stopped sweating. Here is a quiver in his voice but he is okay. His hands are warm. His leg muscles are soft and relaxed. He can talk because we decided to let him wallow in his situation without struggling with a gag. His genitals are untouched although his cock is constantly erect and begging to be played with but I don't want to disturb his healing Apadravya. We'll let him out soon and take him to bed but not before I take the silicon cock out of his ass and replace it with mine. I am sure Rays wants his ass too and I will let him have.

The Trip - Sensing a Bit of Madness

Sensing a bit of madness we woke up before the sun, showered then hopped in the van. I threw another packing blanket away because the Einar and Alice soiled it. We started with a box of twelve and we're down to eight. The walk around the hotel was nearly unbearable. I am no longer accustomed to the bitter cold and Einar and Alice do not have the defenses that their Northern Scandinavian cousins have against it.

We're in a suburb west of Salt Lake City. Christopher opted to sit with the reindeer, allowing me to sit  and do other things with Master who is even more madly horny than I am. He fucked me in the restaurant bathroom. It's not the kinkiest thing we've even done.

We're hoping to make it to western Nevada for stopping for the night so that we're wide awake when we go through the Sierras. The weather, except for the cold is holding out perfectly for us. I'm looking forward to getting home tomorrow so that I can sleep in our own bed.  Butch and Daniel are all ready home from their trip to Oregon to bring home the rest of Einar and Alice's family.  We'll have six reindeer instead of the four fawns that we originally planned for. We're binging in a prize adult male and female that are four years old. It will be good for the youngsters to have parental figures to guide and protect them.

Does anyone have any great New Years resolutions to share?

Mine are to have more kinky sex, build some muscle mass and love more, in no particular order.


Have a Happy, Prosperous and Compassionate New Year!

Enough is Never Enough

The ride home. The wind seeped through the zipper of my jacket as we rode north toward home. Master took the lead for most of the ride. He is far more daring than I so it seemed to be a game of chicken. We stopped for dinner in Santa Rosa and made the remainder of the ride as the sun dropped below the mountains. It was a good ride.

Master was ready to rough ride me early this morning. I woke with his belt tight around my neck and hands in cuffs behind my back. He grabbed me by my hips and brought me up to my knees to fuck me. My Groethal was laying on the floor so I my cock was rigid and dripping. I pounded my prostate hard until he loaded my ass with his cum. I managed to flip on my back and then begged Master to allow me to cum. I asked him to tighten the belt as I came close to exploding. He stroked until I shot and then dropped at my side and laid his arm over me and fell asleep. The belt was still snug around my neck and hands still restrained behind my back. He loosened the belt a bit before he dropped off to sleep so it was pleasant to feel it but did not restrict blood or air flow. I turned to face him and fell asleep with my face buried in his arm pit.

He woke a couple hours later and repeated the same thing before we got up to face the day.

A Trip Through Legal Land

A Trip Through Legal Land

We’re heading into the fourth quarter so it’s time to gather documents from everywhere to get our finances together for taxes. We actually have people who do that sort of thing for us but we watch the watchers. Well, Master watches, being the “tycoon” that he is. Wednesday is office day and today was even more intense as Mr. Jenson and our local attorney got together to hash out the annual re-write of my Last Will and Testaments. Death planning isn’t my favorite thing today. We also worked out our contribution to the Annual Halloween Festival. We’re bringing animals to town for the petting zoo.

We lunched together over Salads of bright green romaine, heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese from the cheese lady who buys our goats milk. Tony topped the salads with beef roast that he cooked in the sous vide with salt and crushed pepper. It was intensely flavorful and tenderer than Kobe Beef that we had in Japan.

Everyone cleared out of the office by 4:30, Master fucked me and we went to soak outside in the hot tub. Giving head under water is a trip. Talk about playing with breathe control! I think the interrogators in Gitmo should employ this torture method. The hell with water boarding.

The Real Implications of Slavery – Part 4

The Real Implications of Slavery – Part 4

I realize that I am indulging in pedantic bull shit. What the hell do I know about the implications for slavery?

Find someone who you can fall madly in love with. Learn to give more than you ever expect to get. If you want to be a slave, think like a slave and do everything you can to make your Master feel like a Master and do everything you can to make the Master’s life more enjoyable.

Being a Master requires taking responsibility for the direction of another person’s life and making them feel like a slave while treating that person with respect and compassion.

Don’t rely on preconceived notions of what you want. Learn to talk to each other with compassion and restrained passion.

Respect yourself.

Do everything you can to support and grow in your chosen life style.

Always kiss each other good night.

 

 

Boy Turns Teddy Bear

My slave needed me yesterday.

It was an easy day for me so I spent the day outside with him while he worked with his menagerie. We took the horses out for a bare back ride. I rode slave outside near the edge of the woods until it started to rain. We built a fire in the bedroom and he hugged me for hours without fucking, sucking or bondage requests. He just wanted me. I was all he needed. Love was all we needed.

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

The Real Implication of Slavery - Part Two

 

I put the boy through hell the first night of his induction as an object. I intentionally worked him to see how far I could push him. I gave him a safe word just for the night that he never used. He did a lot of teeth gnashing and muffled screaming. When I stopped working him over I asked him if he wanted me to let him go, if he didn’t he was mine until I was tired of him.

I thought he was a smart-ass when he responded “Sir, shouldn’t I be gagged when you ask me that question?” but I found as I got to know him better that when I ask him questions during play that he would rather me not ask, he will decline and answer by asking a question. I could and do live with that, it is the best way that he can let me know I am in control of his life.

The essence of this is that in a sensual Master/slave relationship, he recognizes that to be a slave, he has to be a slave. Likewise, I am not a Master unless I treat him as my slave, possession and object. None of this is easy when living in the world outside of our chosen family. We are equal and he MUST make decisions based on his autonomy even though from the time of our marriage, he shares much of the real life decision making with me.

We are fortunate in that our work is all done from home so there is no separation between work life and our home life that most people have to work around. We don’t worry about retirement accounts or health care costs. We have catastrophic health coverage for the entire family. I take care of running ranch accounts. For my slave, the worst day of the week is when we spend the day in my office double checking accounts. The reality is that like in any relationship, one is always dominant over the other. Master and slave relationships are no different whether he goes to work, work together, what ever the relationship.

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Everyone on the ranch is busy working. Daniel was in bondage while in the family room with us. My slave was anxious and envious but it is not time for bondage or play. I can see his obsession and frustration growing with every passing day. It's a good thing. His only outlet is to serve me and cumming when I bang his prostate with my cock. He cums but there is no orgasm.

 

If I Were In Your Shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving Him Alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeff

Christian drove down to pick up Jeff and bring him home. It certainly wasn't Christian's job but he went through the condo with Jeff and took out things that were of value, that he truly did not want to part with. The rest was a lot of clutter. Dirty food dishes were piled on bedroom dressers, empty and partly empties bottles drinks, papers, clothing hanging out od drawers, clothing piled on closet floors instead of hung on hangers and dirty dishes piled on counter tops. Christian said the mess was mind boggling. He also said that he nearly came to blows with Jeff simply because Jeff had let his life fall apart. He lived in a slick high-rise decorated by on of the top designers in the city.

We hired a gay de-cluttering specialist to clean and remove the clutter in Jeff's condo while he spent time with us and get the original designer in to set things right again.

Christian has taken Jeff under his wing but not to his bed.

I gave Jeff a behavioral "drop-kick" this morning when he started second guessing his stay with us. I think I was the right person to do it. I have similar attributes to Jeff's, Abandonment issues, hyperactivity and anxiety.  The big difference is that I have learned to let things go and move on instead of dwelling on things that are done or threaten me. He has to learn to open himself and figure out how to give. He has to learn to fix or walk away from things that are failing. And, I told him, "If you don't love and care for yourself, you can't expect anyone else to".

Christian woke Jeff at 5:30 am this morning and sent him out to help Daniel. There is no arguing with Christian. He had breakfast with us but fiddled with his food. He wanted to go outside for a cigarette. Christian told him he was off cigarettes while he was with us and told him he'd better fill his gut or he was going to get hungry before lunch. Christian sent Jeff to the kitchen to help Joe clean up then sent him out to work with Butch an Daniel. Jeff knew he could not complain or act out. He had a choice to leave or stay.

Boxes of Alpaca and Lama roving's we delivered today. It is my first from my pets. I'm learning to spin and weave from a woman in Mendocino. I took classes while in school but really need an expert to train me.

I thought and worried about our sex life cooling off but Master did something (I presume in his sleep) that he's never done before. I was sleeping facing away from him. He pushed too fingers into my ass with his left hand and threw his right arm over my body. It seemed as if he was restraining me. I woke up again later with his hard cock replacing his fingers. He fucked me while still sleeping (I think). He fucked me again this morning while waking. It was intensely erotic.

My Energy is Full Steam Again

We rested for a couple days. I went to the Qi Gong doctor and had acupuncture. I

I didn't know it but Master brought four six foot long pieces of rope in his luggage. He managed to provide an intense and a much needed heavy duty fuck session and belting. He also let me cum a couple times.

 

 

The Slap the Stinky Slut Game

This was a new game.

I'd finished my morning duties. Master filled my gut with his piss then used my hole for his first fuck of the day.  He laid down on me, pinning me down with his weight and strength then slipped the loops of rope that are allows attached to the corner posts of the bed around my wrists. His cock was still stiff inside me. He was grinning and his eyes sparkled.

"YOU FILTHY STINKY SLUT! YEAH! YOU'RE A STINKING FILTHY SLUT."  He slapped me across the face twice then called me names again. I felt panic and anger well up inside of me.  This treatment harkened memories of my mother and the way she slapped me around from the time I was a toddler. (It was the reason my grandparents took me away from her.) It was an ugly feeling. I fought my tears and looked up into Master's face. It wasn't the crazed angry face that I remembered the last time that I was slapped. It was Master, the person who loves and owns me.

My mind sort of flipped. I no longer felt terror. I started to laugh at the absurdity of the names Master called me. "Yeah sir, you certainly seem to love having this slut around to fuck any time you get the urge. You're the one who turned me into your slut. I was a good little Christian boy before you forced me into the life of perversion that I always dreamed of". And we laughed, I struggled and he slapped me a few times more.

His cock was still hard and he started to fuck me again.

He licked my ears and face, then my neck and tits. He took my cock in his mouth and head fucked his self. He ordered me to cum and then told me not to cum when I got close. He edged me over and over again until I absolutely lost control and shot my load into his mouth. He crawled over me again and forced his tongue into my mouth and spit my load in my mouth.

I learned to control my reactions to a bad memory.
Someone that I recently heard or read said, "You can't control which door people come into your life but you can control which window you throw them out".  Sometimes, Master forces me to look inside of myself to find old demons and throw them out. He gives me a safe perch to stand on.

 

This is just a picture that I found on Pinterest. It's a picture of an Egret in the midst of a mating ritual.

I've been searching for Heron pictures for a tattoo.

What do you think of this?

Another Chaste Day on the Ranch

Sex without relief.
I haven't complained about this before but I am horny as hell today. My nuts are filled to the point that the scrotum is struggling at the edge of the nut cup for space.

 

I've been bound and fucked in every way possible over the last weeks and haven't gotten off in longer than I can remember. Chastity is a great kink but sometimes you really pay for the pleasure of being locked up.  Sometimes I think I am cunning while Master fucks me but I'm never sure.  My whole crotch is a cum filled mess so there is no way to discern whether I've added to it. I'm certainly not feeling any orgasms. 

 

 

 

I spent most of yesterday chained in the wine cellar.

 

Today was a work day. I worked in the office then retired to the studio to work.  I went out to be with my pets after lunch. I feel energized being with them.  I feel like a kid when I'm out playing with them.  The dogs play fetch and the horses kick a big bright blue ball around. The goats, llamas and alpaca just want to be stroked and hand fed. The cows just walk around chewing grass all day.

 

 

 

 

 

Coffee, Tea and Me

Bondage and spanking for an hour were on the menu this afternoon. That what I spun on the Wheel of Misfortune for the day. Master tied me over a bench that we use for a coffee table in the TV room. He settled in for a break from his office with a cup of coffee. He watched some old tape of a Rugby match.

He sent me out earlier to pick a bunch of branches from the fields that he tied in a bundle to form a birch. He gagged me with a ball gag on tore into me with the birch during commercial breaks.

My back end was a bloody mess by the time the hour had passed. I wore an adult diaper after the cleaning the would to keep my butt clean and my jeans free from the blood that seeped from the wounds.

Fancy Rope Work

There is a great interest in Japanese style rope work, known as Shibari or Kinbaku. Shibari is Japanese for “bind”. Kinbaku means “bind tightly”. They are considered an art and a discipline. It goes beyond the knowledge of ropes to “kokoro”, knowledge of mind, body and spirit

Kinbaku is the one thing, other than actual punishment, that I fear most because of where in my head the process takes me and the length and intensity that is often associated with the practice.

The process; Master and I went for a walk through the fields and circled the Oak Trees at the top of the mountain. We sat on a fallen tree under the leafless branches of the wintering trees and simply enjoyed being with each other.

Tension built as we walked toward the house. My pre-bondage break was near an end.

I stripped to nothing. Master began building my bindings by wrapping soft hemp rope around my abdomen, coiling it around until my entire mid-section was covered. He kept the coil in place by weaving the rope back through the coil which tightened with each tug until my breathing was constricted. He continued twisting the rope, running it slowly and sensually over my skin. Eventually, I was suspended, ass in the air and my legs spread to expose my anus. My arms were spread apart, each held asymmetrically away from my body. Master gagged me a rope monkey fist and then snapped a pair of Japanese sail maker clamps onto my nipples and another pair on my perinea and my frenum.  Pain from the second pair of clamps built rapidly while the nipple clamps were sensuous. The coils of rope tightened as I struggled.

Master eventually removed the clamps and pushed me sideways, sending me swinging from side to side. I began to feel emotional as if I was near tears. I can’t explain the intensity of the helplessness, humiliation and a sort of cathartic remorse over nothing that I could recognize.  Master blindfolded me with a white and black bandana that was like a veil instead of blindness.

I was there, hanging without knowing how much time had passed. I could sense Master by the smoke from his cigar. He hasn’t smoked since early December before our holiday trip. It was a comforting smell it again.

Master lit several red candles. He poured pools of wax over my body until I began to scream. He had poured wax over my anus and genitals. He continued the torture until a thick layer of wax built up enough to forms a protective layer of everything that had been sensitive He lowered me to the floor and left me alone. I couldn’t understand why this session was so emotionally intense for me but it sapped me of all of my energy. I gave up trying to intellectualize and let myself wander through fleeting thoughts and memories until I fell sound asleep. I woke to find my head and shoulders propped among Master’s legs. He was stroking my head and bound shoulders. His erect cock pressed against my chest.

Master slowly and with the same sensuality untied me, letting the rope drop and slide on my body. He took as much or more time untying me as he did tying me. He tickled me and played with my wax encrusted tit and genitals. He untied me except for my arms and gag then lifted my upper body up and laid it over a table. He peeled the wax from rectum and filled it with lubricant. He fucked me. It was the third time of the day. Once in bed, twice, over the fallen tree on the mountain top and then a third time while still bound.

Yes, he has an insane sexual appetite. I am lucky to be the only recipient of his hunger.

Master peeled the wax from my genitals as he brought me to the edge. He edged me several times, leaving me to burn inside from near orgasm. It caused agony that I relished. He removed my gag and spread my mouth open with his hands and spit into my throat. At the moment of passion I didn’t mind it. He finally jacked me off, giving me permission to cum. He finished untying me and then we sat on the floor, kissing and hugging each other.

 

Spit

There are a few things that I object to. The worst is scat, the second is ingesting blood and having something spit into my mouth. I am not so concerned about Master spitting into me because we are so close anyway. He hates scat and blood sharing for the obvious reasons. They are a source, an easy source, of contracting illness of all sorts, not just sexually transmitted diseases.