Torture

Master grabbed my collar and dragged me out to the dungeon. I wondered when he would do it. He strung me up in a vertical spread eagle position with a gag and head harness both silencing me and stretching me in five directions. It felt good to have him do as he wanted without care for me or my feelings.

Of course he cares for my well being but at the time, it made it obvious that he was going to do what ever he wanted and I had not choice.

Master took the plastic box filled with Young Tongue Forceps from the cabinet and began placing them over my entire body, face, tongue and ears. I bought the clamps so I knew there are 50 pairs. He emptied the entire box then stood back with his arms crossed to admire his handy work. I moaned and came close to screaming. The clamps were still on the first click. I knew it was only the beginning. He tightened the clamps on my scrotum and hung lead weight on each of the clamps. He tightened the clamps on my cock the ratcheted the clamps on my tits until they were fully closed and tight then used plastic cable ties to tighten them even more and lock them in place in the process.

I had all I could do to keep from flipping out. I began to breath deeply, 4 breaths per minute, which helped me cope with the pain. He went about my body tightening and loosening clamps, trying his best to get me to break down and beg him to stop. I have learned that I could beg until my throat was raspy and it would do no good.

Tears flowed uncontrollably until I thought I had fainted. I momentarily blacked out and turned inward and fell into a state of resolve. I think I stopped reacting. Master began to slowly twist and remove the clamps. I felt a sting as each clamp released the flow of blood that was denied to my skin.
I dreaded having the clamps removed from my genitals while at the same time silently begging for an end to the pain.

Master teased and tormented my tits before he used the wire cutter to remove the cable ties from the clamps. Just the slight release caused pain that made me scream. He teased and twisted my tit more until he got to the loosest click on the clamp then smiled. He simultaneously yanked both clamps, stretch, abrading and releasing the grasp all at once. I screamed into the gag and felt like I was convulsing. Master played my tit with his fingers while jerking me off. I couldn't cum though my cock was rigid. He went down on me. His warm mouth felt wonderful. He teased my frenum with his tongue until I erupted straight into his mouth. He sucked me dry then cleaned every last drop of cum with his tongue.

He has taken my cum twice now.

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.

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.

The Path We're On.

Answers to your questions.

I don't care if he comes or not. The time is not right for him to receive pleasure of any kind except to know that I take care of him and want him to pleasure me. That is why I take him into the shower twice a day, give him my piss and use his body. I supervise him and time him while he eats and take his food away when the allotted time is up. He is so high on this trip that when he crashes it's going to be a long fall and I will be there to catch him. He knows and that is why he is so at peace, probably for the first time in his life.

Our path has changed irrevocably. Our relationship of the past is the cornerstone of where we are right at this moment. He has me where he wants me.

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I took him out of the crate. He had tear stains on his face. He stood straight and threw his arms around my chest and kissed me then dropped to his knees to service me. I pushed him away and ordered him to do yoga to stretch.

"Fuck the shower this morning and you're not eating".
I removed his diaper. It was clean and dry. I let him use the toilet then locked him in the vertical cage. I used a long piece of angle wire under his crotch and above the lowest bar to keep him standing erect. He either rested at the peak of the angle, which causes considerable pain or stands on his toes to avoid it. He will stay there until I feed and bath him tonight.

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.

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.

My slave, My Pig, Regie's slave

My slave, my pig, gave me that gag he wrote about. He'd thought about that taboo for a long time. It's been one hurdle that he couldn't jump.

I buckled it in slave's mouth immediately when I took it out of it's box. I had him lay on the bed with his arms at his side as if tied. I saw him tremble. I used his mouth for my spit can, he swallowed, gagging, tears in his eyes. I took my belt out and beat his front side, called him pig and didn't stop until he let loose and sobbed. I spit in his mouth again and then came in it. It was a catharsis.

He slowly crept out of bed this morning after I edged myself in his ass all night.  He took my piss then went into the bathroom to fill his piss bottle so that he could drink it front of me. I know he hates morning piss and I get off on that.

Time to go back to bed for a while.

I'm giving slave to Regie for 24 hours.

Birthday Earthquake

We had an Earthquake this morning that shook Napa Valley. The epicenter was apparently 70 miles away. We weren't sure what hit us because we often feel tremors. Our house is on top of a mountain, which is more stable ground than the surrounding valleys. A few things slipped off shelves and tables and we sustained a crack in one of the big living room windows but that is all. I didn't feel anything but a slight vibration. By the time the guys came down to get me, it was over.

I wonder sometimes if I get the worst migraines when the ground moves. Daniel said the animals were nervous and the geese were unusually noisy. I continued my nap up the mountain near the Oaks with the dogs surrounding me.

During a party at the clubhouse in London, one of the slave had a wide collar locked on the he told me was lined with hundreds of tiny pin pricks. I would have had full blown wood if I hadn't been locked. I excitedly told Master about. He inspected it as well as he could then asked the slave's Master if he could get a good look at it. Regie is the slave's owner.

Later that night, I confessed that I having a jock from Mr. S that was retrofitted with a locking belt that is lined with hundreds of pin pricks, as well as a matching sleeveless T-shirt and bondage  booties that I should have thrown away because I hate them. I had worn these things around my apartment but never had the nerve to wear them out or tell visiting tops that I have them in my toy collection.

It was Master who first insisted that I model the items for him. He's locked them on a few times but then we lost interest until Regie sent us the collar. But still, they never caught on.

All of this comes no more than a few weeks after I read the story on MetalBondNyc called Bondage  Fantasy World about a guy who forced in bondage that was lined with "nails". The story rocked my world. I thought how cool it would be to experience the imprisonment in the story while at the same time feeling horrified by it. It is amazing how serendipitously or thoughts and reality collide and mesh with each other. Buddha said something like "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world." I truly believe his thoughts but sometimes forget and with my thoughts screw up my world.

My migraine had passed except for the haze that I am in. It was cake and gift time. The most fun of all the gifts was the over the knee paddling that each person gave me. I got passed from one person to the next until we had counted my age. I finally got to open the box that Regie shipped from his shop in London. I had to work the package open without being allowed to use tools to cut the tape. Finally!
I got it open. I pulled a large heavy garment out of the box that had fifteen locked straps on the outside of it. It must weigh fifty pounds. It was the fucking daddy of all sleep sacks, I thanked everyone profusely. Regie gave me a key to the locks and told me to open them. I was too excited to unlock everything myself so Regie dropped to his knees and unlocked everything. He partially opened the bag and took my hand and made me stroke the interior. Ouch and Double Ouch! The entire interior is lined with tiny sharp points. "I don't fucking know about this one guys!"

Regie said, "you're going to know soon enough".

Again, I can't say I understand how coincidence play out in this world.

Master ordered me to get ready to try it out. He followed me into the bedroom to make sure I took a piss. Master had laid out while I was in the bathroom, stalling, afraid of what I was going to experience and then decided his thinking was all wrong. Strip slave. He watched me as I nervously removed my clothing. Using his finger under my collar, he led me into the great room. Regie had the bag entirely opened and waiting for me.

Master being Master and Regie being a sadistic tailor and leather making came up with giving me a sleep sack and hood. The entire sleep sack is lined with thousands of pin pricks and the gag that snaps in the hood also as almost undetectable pinpricks.

Regie applied the hood. It had two holes for breathing, no mouth or eye opening. He carefully slipped the gag in my mouth. The points were irritating but not sharp enough to do real damage. He laced it very tightly then buckled and closed the straps. The wasn't a strap for the neck. I sat in the lower body of the sack and carefully lifted my legs until my feel were in the toes of the sack. The process continued at a snail's pace until all my body parts were in the correct places. Master and Regie zipped the bag and then laced, pulling the laces snugly. They worked together to fasten the straps. I was in a sort of endorphin induced psychosis or something because I actually enjoyed all the sensations the beg was producing. When they locked the first padlock I tried to communicate "tighter" with the tiny prickers causing pain in my mouth. Regie asked "what did you say boy"? I tried to say "tighter. It worked because the two Masters tightened each strap.

I can't explain what I felt. Everything inched of my body was tormented with tiny points of pain that caused me to feel like I was flying high on some sort of Narcotic. I was in the sack for a full hour from the time the last lock with snapped close. The worst pain as they went through the process of taking me out of the sack. I think I was crying but I can't say for sure. The four Masters peeled me out of the bag. I was covered with what looked like a rash with a few tiny drops of blood here and there.
They opened the bag completely and left it in the middle of the floor for me to clean tomorrow. I went to shower again, washing thoroughly with a natural antibacterial called H2Ocean that instantly breaks down blood and washes it down the drain. It was made for new tattoos and piercings but I keep a bottle for generally first aide.

I returned to the bedroom and grabbed a box filled with gifts for my family. Artisan made pear brandy from a tiny producer in France. It has a tiny pear in the bottle with tiny flecks of pure gold. It was wrapped with a yellow ribbon on the neck of the bottle held in place with a gold wax seal. I tasted it on our last trip and shipped two cases home. It is divinely smooth and light like drinking fresh pressed pear juice with a kick. I popped a bottle open and let everyone taste what I had given them. I also gave Master Ian a box wrapped in red paper that I drew balloons on. I asked him not to open it until we are alone together.

Swinging in the breeze

I saw this scene in a murder intrigue movie. We've played at the scene once or twice. Each time that we get involved in replaying it, it gets more exciting, although it is almost exactly the same.

We played in the barn. There is a large pulley attached high up from a horizontal beam. A thick soft rope hangs from the pulley that is tied off at vertical beam.  The cool thing about this barn is that my Great Uncle purchased an old post and beam barn from the east and had it rebuilt on the land. I thought of using it for a studio when I first moved in..  We use this barn for play now and for a bunk house, although we haven't had anyone stay in it yet.

Master tied my wrists together in a thick coil of rope and did the same to my ankles and knees. He wrapped a long narrow strip of linen cloth around my head to blindfold me. He threaded the rope from the pulley through the wrist bindings the pulled me up so that I was forced to stand tall, barely reaching the floor with my bare feet. I was wearing a pair of white jockey briefs. It was how the victim in the movie was dressed. I already had a wet spot from precum that Master found entertaining. He slapped me across the gut as if to punish me.

I tell the last detail of the bondage with the caveat that it is dangerous and urge that you never leave a slave unattended when doing it. I could easily lead to a joking death.

Master used a large linen bandana to gag me. He pushed a corner of the bandana deep into my mouth, almost in the throat itself. He continued stuffing and packing it into my mouth until all but a small corner protruded between my lips. The dry bandana absorbs all the moisture in the mouth and feels as if it is swelling in size. It feels impossible to yell or cry out. It is a frightening feeling. If it were not Master administering this gagging, I might panic.

Master raised me into the air so that I swung freely in the air. It became stressful fairly quickly. Breathing was a chore after a while because of the tension in my chest.

In the movie, the murderer left the victim hanging while he went off to kill another person. He was unrealistically unstressed by the situation. Master never left me. He swung me around in circles and stroked my body with his hands. He lowered me when he thought I had near enough and pulled my briefs down to my knees. They were soaked with precum. My cock was painfully rigid. Master sucked my cock into his mouth and throat. It is a rare pleasure. He worked my cock until I came into his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking focusing on my urethral opening, driving me out of my mind.

Master lowered me to the ground and gently pulled the gag out of my mouth then lowered me to my knees. I gratefully worked his cock with my mouth until he was nearly ready to cum.  He grabbed me by my ears and forcefully face fucked me until he blasted his load into my throat. I choked and some how managed to get a load of his cum into my nose. His cum dripped from my nose along with snot from my irritated throat and sinuses.

He untied me and we hugged then I ran into the house, as Master suggested, and rinsed my sinuses with saline until I cleared the mess out. We tumbled into bed for a while and laid there talking and...

Miho

We went to the mountains to visit the Miho today. The roads leading into the forests were breathtaking. The museum was crowded with western as well as Japanese tourists.

I love Japanese food, now that I've tried a few things that I was afraid of but I still stick to mostly vegetables and noodles. I'm just not a fan of rice unless it's mixed into something.  I had Udon noodles with vegetable broth, garlic chive flowers and boiled egg for breakfast this morning, Ramen noodles with chicken and vegetables at mid-day.  The ramen cooks make the noodles by hand. They are definitely different than the stuff we have in the U.S. The broth that they make is a matter of pride and the chefs who specialize in ramen compete with each other.

I hate sushi because of the texture of the Nori and rice but I love sashimi.

We're having some bondage fun over the weekend with a doctor who specialized in medical "torture" scenes. We invited him to dine with us in the hotel and then had a drink in our suite. He's an interesting mad who has had body completely covered with tattoo except from the neck up, below the wrists and below the ankles. He is very circumspect about exposing them or showing them off. I wouldn't have seen them either except that he and Master used my holes for a while.

An Evening in Front of the TV - Confusious

Master and I were watching TV. I was sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa along side Master's legs. The Dogs surrounded me. Our little yellow dog came charging into the room from the hallway with his tennis ball and threw it at me. Time to play! Master asked me to be quiet so he could hear the dialogue in the movie. It was in Chinese with English subtitles. I was talkative, maybe a little too talkative. I commented on the Chinese landscape and said I would like to see it someday.

Master grunted, hit the pause button a left the room. He came back with a new leather stuff gag and a pair of handcuffs.

He cuffed my hands behind my back and stuffed the gag in my mouth. The gag forced my mouth open wide and filled my entire mouth, touching the back of my throat. It is big sucker, possibly the largest gag I've ever seen. My cock pushed at the walls of the tube of my chastity belt in response to being gagged and unable to do anything about it.  Master dug his thumb and forefinger into my neck, blocking my carotid arteries and said, "may this keep you quiet". I felt light headed. He let go of his grip and slid back into the sofa and hit the play button.

Soft and Fluffy

Has anyone owned or touched the fur of a Great Pyrenees? Their fur is like cotton candy without the stickiness. The Pygmy Goats are either curly and wiry or silky. Alpaca are soft and fluffy, their cousins, the llama are fluffy and slightly coarse to the touch. The Horses are silky but when you ride them bareback  while naked, the hair can stab you in all your tender tender places.

I used most of the day outside grooming the animals. My naked and waxed body was covered with hair, fur, sweat and dirt by the end of the day. I rinsed off in a cold outdoor shower before going into the house.

Master had a treat for me when I went into the bedroom to change. He purchased what seems to be science fiction headgear. It consists of a steel posture collar with a lot of bolts, turnbuckles and a padlock on each side of the neck. An extension goes down back of the neck and another down the chest. When everything is fitted, it is impossible to move the head. A muzzle contraption fits from the neck, just below the chin to the back of the collar and another steel band wraps around the head at eye level to form a loose fitting eye shield that partially blocks vision. A steel tube fits in the mouth and curves up the front of the face and attaches to the harness strap at the forehead. The head is completely imprisoned. An optional funnel fits into the top of the tube.

Master tied me so that I was stuck in a seated position. We were in the TV room watching soccer games. I was the urinal for the evening. Five beer guzzling guys made use of me. My gut filled, my bladder felt like it would burst and there was no way to get relief except to soak an antique oriental carpet.

hmmm...

Last Night

So we were staying in a hotel in San Francisco last night. Master had me tied quite inescapable, in fact, uncomfortably inescapable. He had stuffed a wash cloth into my mouth, tied it in place with a dirty sock then wrapped duct tape around it several times.

I'd been that way since lunch.

He slipped into his 20 hole grinders and laced then snuggly over his tightest leather jeans. His words were muffled a bit by a cigar that he held in his mouth. "I'm going out for a few hours but don't worry, I'll tighten your bondage and wrap more tape around your gag before I leave and so you won't get bored, I'll clamp you tits and the tip of your cock".

He turned the lights out just before leaving. "Don't forget", he said, "You're in a hotel room and you don't want to disturb the other guests", he laughed as he closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the hallway.

So, wherever you are, that's were you are.

Pain set in quickly as the teeth from the clamp on the tip of my cock started to work into my flesh.

Master, soon to be husband, warned me that we were to spend our "honeymoon" as husband and object. It seems to me that the knots in my harness are tightening and I plan on enjoying it.

LONG LONG DAY!

It was a long day yesterday. Master stuffed my ass with a plug then tied me to a kitchen chair. He told me that I had to free myself.

We started at about 10:am and he finally let me out at 11:30 pm last night.

It was a LONG, LONG Day!
No matter how I tried, I couldn't reach any of the knots.

We're leaving for Aspen to ski with friends for a long weekend so if I'm absent here, you know I'm racing down a mountain in Colorado. We'll be back on Wednesday!

I just dozed off in the middle of writing the last sentence.

 

I would love to experience this!

 

I've had various limbs in casts but this would be totally mind blowing!

 

 

Hung by the Neck

Hung by the neck, well, almost.

Back to the new normal today. Woke up to work at the new usual time and joined Daniel outside with the animals. We have a foal, two Alpaca cria and Llama cria on the way. I didn't expect anything this year because it's a new environment for them.

I learned why Steven left. As I suspected, he had no intention of being a 24/7. He was in it for the thrill but the reality that he experienced was too dull for him. I think his ego wouldn't allow him to take things as they came.

I worked in my studio for several hours then went out to play. The stallion took me for a run today. I rode him with just a halter. His muscle movement translates directly to my body when I don't saddle him. It's a sensual feeling and I think he enjoys the relatively freedom of working out without an encumbering saddle.

We played for a couple hours this afternoon. Master and Christian worked on me. I posted the following picture a while back. The afternoon was all about me and all about my desire fore a little breath play.

 

 

Combine the bondage in the top picture with the noose in the bottom picture. Master gagged me with a monkey first rope gag. He made me tie the noose. He was trying to get me psyched. He tied my legs above the knees and at the ankles. Master removed my chastity belt after tying me but before slipping the noose over my head. I immediate sprang a woody.

 

Master and Christian played with the noose while torturing my tits and edging me over again. I sank into the noose as I was finally allowed to cum. The anoxia brought me to a near faint and intense orgasm that sent my cum flying across the room. I felt Master reach under my arms and wrap his arms around my chest, holding me up as Christian dropped the rope and loosened the noose. They laid me on the ground leaving me squirming in ecstasy. They left me bound for a while then freed me in time to clean up before joining them on the deck over looking the valley for wine. It had been a beautiful warm day but we lit a propane heater to keep ourselves comfortable as the temperature dropped.

 

 

caveat: Noose play is dangerous at best. Death can occur even when skilled players engage in it. Never play breath control games without experienced play partners. 

 

 



Thursday Bondage Session

 

Steven is chained in the wine cellar dungeon. He’s been there for nearly two days, alone except for food delivery. He’s not able to move much so he’s struggling to eat and drink from a piss filled dog bowl. He thought it was going to make him horny to be chained and ignored for days. I know he was thinking. I’ve been there myself. I wonder how HE would like to go for thirty long days in the dark with limited mobility and occasional torture and hard punishment. You can tell my sadistic side is coming through because I want him to suffer.

Things have been fun for me too. Master forced me to go to a doctor to find some help getting to sleep at night so I don’t crash and burn with migraines.

I woke up later than usual today. I worked with Dan to get the animals fed and ready for their day outside instead of trying to get it all done before anyone else got up. I have to say, it was more fun doing it with another person. I cleaned up after Master woke instead of being in bed. He still filled me his piss and used me for his morning cum receptacle so I didn’t lose anything there either. We sat down for breakfast. I ate a little more because the doctor told me that I was far too underweight. Butch asked me help outside after breakfast. I was more than happy to work with him.

My afternoon was spent in a severely tight frog tie. Master gagged me with a stuff gag that filled my mouth so full that I couldn’t drool so I had to continuously struggle to swallow it. He placed me on the tile floor at the edge of the office carpet. Any time that I tried to move, my flesh rubbed the edges of the tiles so that I was further stimulated. I was wearing my new chastity belt with the large conical steel butt plug that was further jammed in my ass by the rope bindings. I would call my afternoon predicament excruciating paradise. To torment me even more, every time that Christian came in to the office, he kicked me in my crotch, driving the butt plug against my prostate gland.

Master untied me just before the dinner hour. He removed the chastity belt and fucked me. He came then started to torment my tit while telling me that it wouldn’t stop until I made myself cum. I was tired, too tired, I thought, too cum. My tits burned with pain from Master manipulating them with his fingers. I finally began to edge as he nearly ripped my tits from my chest. He began to lick my face and spit into my mouth then started to rub my pre-pubis penis as I continued to stroke myself. My cum began to boil up, I squeezed my muscles, trying to hold the fire inside then stroked slowly, shooting back over my head and hitting Master in his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intense Bondage

Picture from Tumblr

 

Intense Bondage

Okay!  I posted this picture a couple days ago. I commented that I hoped the guy in the picture was wearing clamps on his man tits and a collar. I don’t do it to intentionally make a suggestion to Master but he increasing takes my commentary as some that I’d like to experience.  Master reads my blog everyday so he knows what I am saying in it and often edits the posts if I say something he doesn’t like.
He read my comments on the picture and decided to try me and see how long I would last.

We finished our business in the office and then Master pulled a few pieces of rope from his desk drawer. He tied my upper arms just above the elbows then tightened the binding until my upper arms touched.  He tied my wrists and then made a Shibari type collar with a third piece of rope.  He threw the raw end of the collar rope over the ceiling beam and tied it off so that I was stuck to struggle in my bindings. I stood in front of his desk so that he could watch me while he worked.

I’m fairly fit. I run thirties miles a week, work out with the machines in our gym and do yoga. I do yoga to remain flexible for bondage and serving Master.  Having my arms tightly bound behind me wasn’t a big deal for the first fifteen minutes but it became tiring after that. Master upped the pain level by snapping a pair of clover clamps on my tits.  I started to moan a little sometime later. He fed me a Viagra tablet then tightly tied my cock and balls with another piece of roped. He went into the bathroom a soaked a pair of his dirty underwear with piss and gagged me with it, tying it in place with a monkey fist knot. My cock already felt like it was dribbling. It was hard before the Viagra, it could only get harder.

Master leaned his chair back and put his hands behind his head.
“You got yourself in a real fix there you stupid shit”, he laughed.

He couldn’t see my smile behind the rope gag.

The pain in my shoulders steadily grew more intense. My cock grew harder. A steady stream of pre-cum dribbled onto the floor. I clenched my buttock, stimulating my prostate.

“Don’t you dare come, stupid shit!”
Master rarely calls me names, I liked it.

I suddenly felt like I wanted him to take his belt off and work my ass over with it. I was in a dilemma, I could cum without permission to get him to beat me, but then, after cumming I wouldn’t want him to beat me. I thought to myself, “I better not”. The funny thing was, as if by mental telepathy, Master stood up and slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans and reddened by ass with it. He said, “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it boy”?

I shook my head affirmatively, wondering “can he really read my thoughts?”

Master sucked my cock after beating me then stud up and fucked me. He beat my ass again.

My shoulders burned with pain. In fact, my entire body burned in both pain and from being on the edge of cumming and fighting it back. Master turned his attention to my tits. I sucked the piss out of my gag while trying to keep from screaming.  He suddenly stopped everything. My cock was turning colors. Master untied my upper arms and massaged my shoulders. Having his massive hands work my shoulder muscles felt like heaven. Master turned his attention to my cock. He messaged it, insisting that I will not cum. He slapped my cock when I screamed, “I’m gonna cum!”. He repeated the process over and over again and then whispered, “Let’s have it boy”. Master clamped my urethra with his fingertips preventing a free flow of cum. I thought I was going to die.


 

It is just one of those days

I woke and went outside to get an early start on cleaning the barns.  I just finished shoveling and sweeping when Master walked into the barn and grabbed me. I pushed me onto my knees and force feed me his piss then grabbed the back of my head and force fucked, stopping short of coming. He made me stand with my hands on a fence, exposing my ass for him.

I finished my work with jiz and shit dribbling down my legs inside my jeans.

I went in to clean up while Pete sent the aroma of coffee and breakfast through the house.

I believe that Master read my blog from yesterday. He slipped a noose around my neck and threw the rude end over the beam in his office. I stood, nearly choking as he worked at his desk. He back handed me every time he passed me with his gloved hand. He wore the sap gloves that he bought yesterday all morning while he worked. Of course, he looked extra hot with them on and of course, he used them to make me hot and painfully horny.

Damn Chastity Belt!

My hands were crossed high up my back to keep them out of his way, especially when he worked my butt over with his gloved hands. My muscles are deeply bruised. I felt that when I sat down for lunch.

 

image from: http://www.metalbondnyc.com/#

 

 

My immediate feeling, based on the Russian Governments policy toward Gay People is to boycott the games completely.  A second thought is that Gay People should go to compete, just as Jesse Owens did when he went to Nazi Germany in 1936.  Show the Russian government and Putin that we are the champions as Gay Athletes and a nation that is evolving on a very important civil rights issue and that we are strong enough to rectify the wrongs that have blocked freedom for all Americans.

 

 

 

 

image from Tumblr

 

This image is such a turn on for me. I would like a LONG TERM
trip exactly like the action in the picture.  Note the actual hardware
around the guys neck.



Shopping in San Francisco or a trip through online catalogues

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

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

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

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

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



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

 

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

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

 

 

 

The 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.