The Real Implications of Slavery – Part Three.

The Real Implications of Slavery – Part Three.

Communication

There is nothing more important than excellent communication in every relation. It is even more important in a consensual Master/slave relationship. Listening and being observant of body language are constantly evolving skills that must be honed and sharpened has the relationship intensifies and deepens.

Earlier in our relationship I gagged the slave and told him that I love him but I could love him better when he is gagged.  I gagged him and kept him that way for most of several weeks. I learned that once I silenced his constant chatter that he thought more clearly about what he really needed to communicate. Slave learned to listen better. He could often tell what I was thinking by observing my body language. It was amazing how not talking deepened our relationship. In the long run, we are learning how to use intuition as a form of communication.

When I ask him a question, I want a clear and concise answer. Part of his response can often come with respect for the authority that he has given me over his life by saying something like “I will do what you decide is best”. Don’t get me wrong, he will let me know if I am wrong but never in anger.

We talk things out and never argue. Arguments are almost destructive. There should never be reason for one person to fear the other. It is important to recognize that there is inequality. It is important for the dominate person in a relationship treat the subordinate with respect that he demands for himself.

 

 

 

Odd Sunday.

I relented. Slave was bound near the edge of the pool in a very tight frog tie while the rest of us lingered over breakfast and coffee. We had the heat lamps on to fend of the chill and the slave was lying on a heated foam mat. The slave was tightly gagged and plugged. He was bound so tightly that he couldn’t struggle.

A buzz from the gate sounded. It was the boy’s hometown trust attorney making a surprise visit. I couldn’t turn him away and trying to explain the boy’s situation would be awkward so I decided it was best to be totally transparent.

I walked his attorney through the house, grabbing a coffee mug from the kitchen. We walked out on the patio and the attorney immediately walked over to slave and unbuckled his gag.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh! Mr. Jensen! Hello! Yes Mr. Jensen, the rope is kind of tight but I’m good”. Boy laughed nervously.
Mr. Jensen said “I always had a feeling you were a little different”.

I started to untie the boy but the boy loudly said, “Mr. Jensen, you met Ian on you last visit. Ian is my Husband now. If you have anything for me to sign, he can do it.

“No, there are no papers to sign, I just came to visit and make sure you’re okay. You look pretty damn happy.” He stuffed the gag back into slaves mouth and buckled it tightly.

I introduced all the guys to Mr. Jensen while brewing a cup of coffee for him. He grew comfortable with the family and spent the rest of the morning out on the patio. Slave remained bound and happy. I rolled the boy onto his side and snapped a pair of clamps on his tits then rolled him back onto his chest figuring it was getting near time to release him, I thought he would enjoy some pain.

A vist from my friend and mentor, Regie

Regie is a Ginger skinhead who learned to be a tailor from his uncle. He was a wild mean boy when he was away from home. He was our gang leader and the first to do all the bad boy things that all twelve of us eventually did. He got our gang up because he was gay and wanted all the gay boys to band together to protect ourselves. In private, we called ourselves "bad juju" referencing black magic. We got to be real bad asses by bashing a few guys who once picked on us. We took martial arts and worked at it together. Regie was always in the front leading us and in the back pushing.

I took Regie to my slave the moment I got Regie home. slave was strapped tightly in a bondage chair wearing nothing but his chastity belt, a tall leather neck corset, gag and blindfold. I've taken all of his boots except his work shit kickers and locked them in a closet along with his leathers. It was that I wanted to prepare for his new position here on the ranch. Regie knows slave from the clubhouse in London. The fact is, slave has been fucked  at boths ends from him.

Regie twisted the slaves tits and turned the clamps. Slave cried out. Those things had been on him for hours already. Regie slapped him and gut punched and told him "shut your fuckin' trap and at least try to be man, which you ain't anymore". Regie looked at me as if to ask me if it's okay, like he knew I wouldn't mind. He took the slave gag out of his mouth, stood up the seat of the chair and head raped him, all the while pulling on his tit clamps. I could tell slave wanted it. Regie came down slave's throat and quickly buckled his gag again.

Regie put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I needed that, thanks mate!". We went out to talk, leaving my slave to wait. We undressed at the edge of the pools and jumped into the cool water to swim and float while talking of the old days. Regie brought me to date on my Mates and then we talked about my slave. "He wants more and less from me. I took him as a slave but we became loves, impinging on my ability to make him into the slave I truly wanted I don't know how to proceed so that is why you are here. I need your help and advice. How do keep why happened between you and me from happening between him and me?"

"You do what me and you never got into. Keep him tied in that chair and keep him blindfolded. Take his gag out and take your meanest clamps and put them on his tits. Make him hurt like hell to he's screaming or crying. Sit on a chair in front of him and ask him what he really wants. Interrogate him." That is what I did.

I dressed in my leathers and 20 holers and went to the bedroom dungeon where I was storing my slave. I ungagged him and pulled a chair up facing him. Regie stood quietly in the corner listening to me. "Slave, we need to talk. I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer each question as fully and honestly as you can. Do not hold anything back. What is it that you want from me, keep in mind that I read your latest diaries so I know what you were looking for before we met".

"I answered that recon add advertising for bottoms or slave who wanted to be objectified. You gave me some of what I wanted and you made me fall in love with you. I adore you and I want to be the best person that I can be for you but I have a nagging feeling in my gut that tells me that I want more use and abuse and right now, I want it to come from you. You say that you own me and you do but at the risk of...I guess I am just being self centered".

Regie popped in angrily, "He wants the whole truth and nothing but the truth, faggot!" The slave stammered. Regie stomped across the room and slapped him really hard. My slave started crying.
"I want that!" he said. "I want to get up every morning to service you, If I do not make you happy I want you to let me know, punish me and then make me go out to the field to work like I an nothing but labor or make me work in my studios when there is no work outside. Punish me if I fail. At the end of the day put me into strenuous bondage. I don't care how severe but severe. Use me for a foot stool, a toilet, a servant or store me away when you don't want me in sight. Don't give a shit about how I feel. Keep me quiet unless you want me to talk. Punish me if I talk without being asked to open my mouth. Drag me into bed and fuck me hard, use me, what ever you want but I want...". Tears ran down his cheeks from under his blindfold. I put my finger up to his mouth to stop his rant which grew and spiraled to a near state of anger.

Fed-ex dropped off the package that Regie was waiting for. He had made a birthday surprise for the slave.

I returned to my slave to tighten the straps on the chair. I decided to put a heavily padded hood over his head and let him listen to my recording. He apologized for losing control. I placed a ball in his mouth and tightly strapped the hood over his head. I twisted his the tit clamps to another angle, telling him he would be sorry if he didn't keep quiet while I did it.

Waxing Day

I strapped the kid down like I did it yesterday. This time it was for maintenance. He was getting fuzzy and we can't have that. I had him gagged and blindfolded. The blindfold fit inside the eye socket so the brows were exposed. I spread warm candle wax across his brow and pretended to pull all the hairs out. He tensed up. I could feel his anger but it subsided when I reminded him that I own him and that I will do what pleases me

I could see his breath change and his pulse slow more than usual. He was preparing himself for the pain that I would give him as I waxed every last hair, front and back, from his body. I messed with his mind by telling him I was getting the wax nice and hot. I dribbled candle wax on his chest the pushed strips of cloth into it and yanked it off. Slave howled but it was for what he expected, not what I did.

I bought a Laser hair removal kit, thinking we could eventually quit the hair removal routine instead of going through the waxing ritual. It took all afternoon to do both sides. He didn't know exactly what I was doing. The scrubbing pad for rubbing the dead hair away was brisk, especially after torturing him recently.

A piece of rope was hanging from a beam. I imagined a noose around the boy's neck with his hands tied behind his back so I tied a hangman's noose and took the boy off the table and hung him so his toes barely touched the floor. I fucked him then took him down and held him.

A Little Tied Up Recently

Master played Objectivize the slave with me for several days. He let me go last night just before bed. It's 5:56 am here and I haven't fallen asleep yet so I thought I'd write a little. But now I am falling asleep at the keyboard.

 

Here's two of my dogs

Sancho is standing, Panza is lying down.

They are technically still puppies but

when they stand on their hind legs
they are nearly as tall as I am.

Bondage at 40,000 Feet

You might have heard of the Mile High Club. Master has that beat. How about bondage, ass beating, skull fuck and fucking at 40,000 feet.

The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.

We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.

It Is The Little Things

A child was bouncing a red rubber ball down the hotel hallway as I stepped out of our room to find the butler. That red rubber ball turned me on.

Master belt was laying across the bed while he was in the shower. How I longed to have it caress my butt and back.

The tasseled cord that hangs from a piece of art on the wall.

The sight of water pouring over Master's shoulder, down his chest and his abs, partially running from the end of his swollen cock.

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I'm really sorry guys, I'm lousy with the camera. I get so involved in the moment that I forget to take pictures.  I have a few that I promise to post when I get home.

Outdoor Bondage

It was a decent day outside.

I dressed in the Carrara Chastity Belt with a locking butt plug under it. The rear strap from the belt forced the plug deeper than it was normally. I wore faded jeans T-shirt and my Wellies under my green Carhardt work jacket. Master locked my wrists behind my back in handcuffs and leg irons around my boots.






Master stuffed a few toys into his jacket pockets and then walked me up to the top of the hill where he told me to lay on my chest. He hog tied me with the cuff chains, gagged me with a ball gag with duct tape securely wound over it and around my head several time. He used an old rage to blindfold me then secured that in place with tape. He gave me a booted nudge and told me that he would see me at sundown then walked down the hill toward home.

There was no need to struggle so I didn't bother. I was securely bound and left where no one could see or hear me. I decided to lay quietly and let my mind wander where ever it wanted to take me. It wasn't long before I heard Sancho an Panza huffing and puffing up the hill towards. They greeted me with their tongues and laid down on either side of me quietly panting.

I've been thinking about tattoos. I think massive body jobs are hot when they are well thought out and executed. I've been thinking about getting a pair of Great Blue Herons on my back. In most cultures they signify, elegance, grace, patience and enduring persistence. I'd like a full body "shirt" done with them as the focal point. I'm still thinking about that.

I wonder at guys who get tattoos scattered over the body that seem disconnected and lacking unity. I also think tattoos on the neck can be extremely sexy and I wonder how people, especially people like bankers, layers, doctors, etcetera go through life doing there work and how people perceive them.

The dogs started to wrap themselves around me, almost laying on top of me. Sancho started licking my wrists and hands.

It was well after dark before Master came to get. He unshackled my ankles and then cut through the crotch of my jeans, unlocked the Carrara and removed the plug. He fucked me and then took me down the hill toward home. He fucked me again in the bedroom before I cleaned up for dinner and then again when we went to bed.

Master position himself on his back with his arms and legs stretched spread eagle. I crawled in from the foot of the bed and started to like his cock. He moaned and the reached down to pull me up into his arms, wrapping me tightly in his embrace.

 

 

The Box and Rubber from Europe

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

Pictures were found on Tumblr

People are only interested in pictures

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

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

Master Ian

I was all tied up.

The simplest things can be the most agonizing.

There is a lot of talks about "Objectification" on blogs lately.  I must admit that I like the idea myself.  I hadn't really thought about it much but many time, I think Master treats me as an object. He dispassionately uses me then stuffs me away someplace or ties me up where he can see me struggle to find relief from a stressful position.

Not long ago, on our last trip to London. Master had a stainless steel head harness made to fit my head perfectly. Besides gagging me, it fits to perfectly to keep me from opening my mouth. He couldn't wait to get the thing. He slid that thing over my head and locked it.  He said "I love you but sometimes I love you more when you're gagged".  I seemed to have seen that as a caption of some Tumblr blog.

Rigid things on my head freak me out. I even have to combat panic when I put my motorcycle helmet on. I wore that steel head harness for days except for meals simply because he knows I hate it and he gets off knowing when I hate something that he does to me.

Night before last, Master tied Shibari wrist restraints on both arms then threw the free end of the rafters in the second floor lounge.  He pulled my arms up and apart so that I could barely stand. He strapped a rubber ball gag in my mouth and left me there in the middle of the lounge. The guys totally ignored me.  I felt like a piece of statuary that they didn't notice or care about anymore. I spent the night, yesterday and most of last night that way with no physical contact. I am completely exhausted and my shoulders ache.

A bit earlier in the day before he tied me he told me that I had enough play for a few days. He changed his mind quickly.

Sometimes I am Masters object, sometimes I am his prized procession, sometimes I am the love of his life. I rarely know where his moods will lead me.

Am I an object?

Tie me up and gang bang me

It's just never enough, even when it feels like too much at the time.

This fucking tube on my shaft really hurts today!  Master opened it and saw nothing that concerned him. Walking down the street to the pub for lunch was almost unbearable.  I couldn't sit still.  Master relented and handed me his key and told me to go to the restroom and take it off.

It was dinner time and eight guys were in the Club House.  The Club House is an old industrial building that was rebuilt inside.  It's obviously not in the best neighborhood and it's virtually a dead zone at night.  The first floor has a kitchen and lounge area upfront and a dungeon in the back.
The top floor is private bedrooms for each of the original members and another lounge that runs down the middle length of the building.  The guys mostly hang out there,  The cellar houses the mechanicals, the mean toys and a row of cells.  Two of the cells have solid walls and solid wood doors, three are steel bars, one is padded with heavily stained canvas floors, walls and ceiling.  Some have cots, some have bar floors.  One small room has a cage in the center and is supposedly completely soundproof with speakers in the corners near the ceiling that pump music or white noise into the room.  I've spent a couple nights in the cage the first time I visited.

These guys get nuts when they are together.  They've been friends since their early teens when they first shaved their heads, bleached their jeans and terrorized the neighborhood with their baseball bats. At that time they called gays faggots and often targeted them.  The odd thing about that was that to become a member of the group everyone had to take it up the ass as a rite of initiation.  Everyone of them have fucked by everyone in the group.  I'd been inducted for over a year and I've been fucked by all 12 mates.  I was allowed in because Ian is my Master.  I haven't fucked anyone except another slave who lives in the Club House.

Too much information but I have to add, some are gaymembers, some have families and all are successful businessmen and professionals.  They are all still boys when they get together.

Master tied my wrists to my ankles so that I was on my knees with my ass in the air,  He gaged me with layers of duct tape then he picked me up and set me on a cocktail table that is in the center of the upstairs lounge. The guys, all eight of them beat my ass and fucked me. It went on all night.

It was hot and exciting at first but became painful beyond fun quickly.  I hated it by the time Master released me but I'd like to do it again sometimes.  As I said; It's just never enough, even when it feels like too much at the time.

Munich Cellar

I missed writing yesterday.  I should say I am sorry but I'm not.  I was indisposed by a fun little cement room that the owner called Die Duneon der Hölle.

Master setup this meeting the other night when he went to the leather bars.  He met this guy at Bau and went home with him and his slave boi.  We went to meet him at his home the next evening.  He had a hot dungeon with plank patterned cement walls, cell doors with layers of mesh, flat iron and hardware cloth.  He had enough equipment to set up a party for many hot men at one time but the whole dungeon was available to just the four of us.

Master and our host agreed to switch slaves.  Master gave the key to my chastity belt to our host, meaning that anything goes.

He removed my belt and forced my moth open with a open dental gag and restrained my arms behind my back in a heavy set of irons.  He ordered me too my knees then skull fucked me.  He didn't cum but I think he was close because his cock was rock hard and curved upward. I tasted pre-cum on the tip of my tongue when he pulled out.  He removed the restraints then ordered me to climb up on his rack, beating me with a riding crop until I got myself situated.

I had never been stretched on a rack before so I felt scared and excited about all the possibilities that I fantasized about in my perverted past.  The top used leather cuffs and ropes to pull my body so that I was gently stretched.  He asked me a question that I could not answer.  He turned and but on an old SS billed hat and turned to face me again.  He struck me across the chest six times with his riding crop then asked me the question again.  He removed the steel gag and slapped my face from side to side then asked me the question again.  I yelled "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. He cranked the winch on the rack two clicks. I liked the way it felt. He struck me on the chest with the crop again then asked me the question again.  I couldn't answer him, I didn't know what he was talking about.  He beat my chest, abdomen and thighs with his crop, slapped me in the face and tightened the rack until I screamed at him to stop.

His boi was screaming under the constant impact of Master's belt.  The top who was working me over tied a rope around my ball and threaded it through a pulley that hung above the rack and began hanging weights from it..  He beat me alternating with added weight until I started screaming at him.  Master stopped to watch him work me over.  He kept telling me to tell my tormentor what he wanted to know. I couldn't.  "Master, I don't know the answer!  I don't know what he is talking about!"

My tormentor released the restraints then told me to turn over.  He beat me while I tried to change positions.  "Get the fuck on your knees Sklaven!"  He climbed up, slide a condom over his dick and fucked me. He ordered me to get up.  He grabbed master's collar and used it to drag me into a small cell.  He chained me to the wall by a collar and wrists then locked the door after slamming it.  His slave was chained in the cell next to mine.

The torment and beating began the next morning.  My top got a little carried away because Christian stopped him and talked to him for a moment.  Master asked "you good boy"?  He looked at Christian and nodded.  The top started in again.  He still demanded the answer to his question as he focused on stretching me and tit torture. Master has tormented my tits to such extremes that our host's attentions hardly hurt at all in comparison.  I started feeling like I was floating above myself watching what was happening to me.  The top looked at Master for guidance, he said, "Just fuck him and lock him in a cage. He's done"!

Munich

I plopped into bed last night, burrowing a nest in stacks of pillows and down comforter.  I woke up when Master stripped the bed because I was drenched in sweat from being overheated.
"Are you good boy?"  It is his way of asking me how I feel.
"Yes SIR! Now that you're here".
"I found a hot little German boy at the bar who wanted me to fuck him".
He laughed.  "But I figured it would be a lot more fun to come back here and rip your ass open".
That is just what he did. He poured lube down my crack and massaged it into my hole with his two big fingers then rammed his mighty one in to my insides.  He was on the verge of being drunk with German Beer so he was kind of sloppy and brutal.  Better me than someone else and I was always happy to be had, no matter the circumstances.

He rubbed his cum over my back and collapsed next to me. I pulled a blanket over us and dug my face into his arm pit and fell asleep again thinking "this is heaven".

I woke this morning half suffocating because Master was on top of me and soundly sleepy. I crawled from under him and went to the bathroom to clean up and out.  I was thinking about French Toast, Sausages and Maple Syrup, food of days gone long past.  Master would never allow it.  I also thought of issues of control.  No one has control of anything, we can just make choices. I wondered why Master left the Chateau as soon as we got there. What had happened?  I thought of eggs over easy and hash browns with apricot jam on toasted white bread.  I sang The Beatles Songs Golden Slumbers and Boy, You're Going to Carry That Weight in the shower. I substituted Golden Showers for the word Golden Slumber.

Master quietly slipped into the shower and delivered a long stream of piss over me the pushed me against the wall, lifting me from the floor and impaled me with his cock.  He held me like I was a little air filled toy and fucked me.  He turned me around and surrounded me with his arms and held me. Something in the way he held me made me cry while smiling.

Quick Exit from the Chateau

The guards took me at the front door without allowing Master a last touch before our separation.  I could feel his anger as they took me into a room at the side of the main door and ordered me to remove my clothes and boots.  Still hooded, I stumbled and hit my head against the door as I fell.  They picked me up and one of them slugged me in the stomach without giving me a chance to prepare for it. Christian opened the door to the room and yelled at them in German.  He stayed in the room and walked with me as the guards led me to the dungeon where I would spend my time. 

I had a bit of a headache from the fall and felt sicker than I had all day.  I didn't say anything about feeling sick to Master because I thought it was caused by anxiety.  The blow to the stomach worsened the feeling that something was wrong.  I could not communicate and I thought that once they left me that I could relax enough to allow my body to heal itself. 

The men removed the hood and chained me by collar, wrists and ankles that were fastened to the wall.  I leaned against the cool stone and closed my eyes.  Christian kicked the bottom of my feet and I looked up at him. He looked concerned about me.  He left biting his lower lip and then went to get me a woolen blanket to cover me and then left.

Christian returned with a doctor.  He examined me then told the guards to remove my restraints.  He and Christian took me upstairs to meet with the Chateau Master and Master Ian and then took me into a medical exam room.  "I'm going to remove your micro-chip.  I can give you anesthetic or you can tough through it.  If I give an anesthetic you will have to stay overnight.  I opted to go with the pain thinking that I've felt worse.

I laid on my right side with my arm under my head and dropped my left arm behind my back.  The doctor scrubbed my side over the ribs and then told me to take a deep breath. He cut into me with a scalpel then made a deeper cut. He reached into the opening with a long pointed forceps to pull out a tiny encapsulated chip.  He dropped it into a small plastic jar then taped the wound with steristrips and covered it with a bandage. The whole process took less than fifteen minutes and hurt much less than when Master played with my nipples.

Master was waiting in a lounge.  He and The Chateau Master and Christian were talking about the possibility of keeping Christian on.

Christian slipped a leather hood over my head after I finished getting dressed then escorted me to a waiting car. Master had ended our relationship with the Chateau with an invitation to come back anytime. I was happy about it so there was no need to know why.  I still had a headache and felt nauseous and very tired.  I fell asleep aided my the darkness of the hood until we reached the hotel.
We had dinner in our suite.  Master went out for the evening, leaving me with Christian who is sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.

The Body Guard

My body guard's name his Christian.  There, now I don't have to call him my "body guard" anymore. Even though he is technically an employee, I am ordered to call him "Sir".  There are two reasons for that.  The first is that Master ordered it, the second is that he is employed through the Chateau.

So far, Christian has been silent in most things and seems to just be going on our ride.  His only input besides his constant presence was yesterday when he kept me from escaping bondage by tightening the upper arm belt. Nothing in my life seems to have the expected social norm.  I'm aware of some awkward resistance popping up within myself, especially about the lack of privacy that I should have as an adult. I've rarely been totally alone, ever!

We rented a car in Florence to make the trip to Munich. We're taking a few days to take in the countryside before going to The Chateau. I'm apprehensive about it because once there I will become a prisoner outside of Master's control, while he does whatever Masters due there. I expect to be heavily restrained in darkness, possibly in complete isolation.  I'll be punished for no reason and tormented without passion. The strangest thing is that I won't know where I am.  I've never seen the outside because I am always hooded in the van or car.

For now, I'm relaxing as we drive through the Alps and enjoying a few good meals on the way.

Once I'm in the Chateau there will be no additions to my blog until we leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ponte Vecchio

Master pushed me out of bed this morning and told me to clean myself out then come back to bed.  He head fucked me then pulled out as he was about to cum.  He pulled me to my knees and fucked me slowly, pulling out then pushing back in.  He growled like a wolf and bit me on the back of my neck.  He pulled out again and reached down to the floor to grab the studded belt from the jeans that he wore last night.  He held the belt across my neck,  like the reins of a horse and plowed into me again, fucking me until he groaned.  He pulled out again for a few moments then drove deep again. He banged into my prostate, making me fall on my face in agony as my cock met the damn of steel that traps it. He pulled out of me again and manipulated my prostate until I came.  He dug his cock into me again over and over again until he came, filling my ass with his giz.

I collapsed and turned onto my back while he straddled me. He kissed and licked my face then placed his wide open mouth over my mouth and nose.  He held it there breathing his breath into me until I struggled for oxygen.

Later yesterday we went to the Ponte Vecchio.  We stopped in a few shops but didn't find anything that we wanted. We walked the narrow streets of Florence looking for non-tourist spots and then headed for the hotel.  I love walking cities. It gives a real sense of the souls who live there.

We watched a stupid detective program a few days before leaving for our trip.  It was about a whack job who advertised himself as a Master to attract women that he manipulated then murdered for their money. I guess the program really bothered him because, while were walking, Master asked me if I ever thought I was being manipulated.

"Of course you manipulate me.  You manipulate me everyday of our lives. Do I know what you are doing? Yes! Do I want you to manipulate me? Yes but I know when to stop you. If you go too far and you never have. Just because I submit to you doesn't mean I'm not strong or that I am stupid. Do I like it when you manipulate me?  It's exactly what I signed up for so I'd kind of prefer not answering these kinds of questions."  I hugged him and we walked on.

We made love when we got to our room then went out to find dinner

Losing a chunk of my life

I lost everything that I have written over the past year when I dropped my external hard drive on the floor.  It feels like I lost a big chunk of my life. I'm trying to recover the data on my own before sending it to a lab that said they charge $3000.  I just have to think of it as keeping a child from dying.  It was stupid to not have it backed up on the cloud and another drive.

We're staying in a hotel again.

Master hired a "body guard" though Die Schloss unknown.  I expected that he would be a big shaved head man like Master but Master chose a thin bearded dark haired man, He is licensed to carry a concealed weapon in most US stated and counties of Europe. He is a trained Martial Arts practitioner with the eyes of an eagle. He's kinky and no-nonsense as one from the Die Schloss is expected to be.

I'm still not convinced that I need a body guard but I guess I can look at the whole situation as having another companion in my life.  I grew up with it so I can get accustomed to it again.

Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the Dalai Lama said  "True compassion is not just an emotional response but a firm commitment founded on reason".  A yoga instructor that I found on the web said "we don't know what internal hell a person is facing so BE KIND".

I live a kinky life in which I submit to Master's rule over me.  It often includes pain, bondage and submission to his desires,  He protects me, cares for me and pushes me to do things in other parts of my life that I might not do on my own. He has hurt me once in an emotional way because he could not explain the internal fight when dealing with his Mother's death and shrinking family.  The pain went away when he came home to me and let me yell at him in our one and only argument. I learned that compassion often needs to be expressed, even when we don't understand the plight of another.

We're in Italy.  We haven't played, other than fucking, for going on the fourth day.

Most people think of art, architecture, great cities, vineyards and pasta when thinking of Italy.  I think of olives and orchards of trees, black truffles and house table wines.  It all forces me to humiliate myself while trying to communicate in a language that I don't know.  I just laugh at myself when I can't communicate.  I smile and touch people more when I am in Europe than when I am at home.

Master Ian's Slave

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

Picture is from a Tumblr blog.

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