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...

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.

PURPLE SOUP

Joe had the day off so I decided to make lunch.  I made Avgolemono (Greek Egg Lemon Soup) with chicken and BLT sandwiches with avocado spread instead of mayonnaise. It was all very good tasting but the soup was purple.  We never have white rice in the house so I decided to use Chinese Black rice, which is actually extremely dark purple. Dark purple is okay. Dark red, blue and purple food is high in antioxidants, right?  This soup was a lovely shade of Easter lavender.  The guys fussed about the color but all asked for a second serving.

It was an easy day. All of our work was done by lunch time. The vineyard labor is done for now.  Irrigation is in and everything is planted. We all took the afternoon off.

I had been thinking that Master hadn't given a good beating since before we got married. I wondered if we were becoming old married people that I've heard sad stories about. They have a heated relationship then gradually lose interest in what brought them together. I've also heard about Masters who say they love their slaves too much to "hurt them" or they just get tired of playing because it's no longer unpredictable.

It is a wonder how two people can be so close but stop communicating. In my case, I never want to be pushy, I have always hoped for the unexpected but that doesn't always work. Just as I chanced to start a discussion about it, Master took me out to the barn that we've fitted out for a dungeon. He ordered me to strip completely and told me to put my shit kickers back on. He coiled rope around my wrists and slipped a hook through the coil. He tied my ankles together and then above and below my knees. He pulled my wrists high above me by a rope that hung over the beam above.

"You're not going to like this but I think we both need this". He tortured my tits and cock and balls. It wasn't the usual play torture. He was intense and very sadistic. I screamed and broke in to tears but it only egged him on. He turned his attention to my back side. Using a cane and strap, he beat me and then beat me more until I stopped reacting. He turned his attention to my front side. He beat me from neck to toe using a long narrow ruler shaped paddle.

He was right, Master pushed me beyond my limits. He pushed me after I begged him to stop. He said "no" to every plea and every time he said "no" my cock seemed to grow harder. I felt wonderful once he dropped me to the ground and picked me up again. He held me for the longest time.

Areas of my body were dark purple, like the color of Chinese Black Rice.

 

 

The Noose

 

Master was in the mood to bully me from the moment he woke up. Nothing that I did was right, even when I followed his instructions to the letter. He slapped me around, beat me with a leather strap pushed me up against the side of a barn and yelled into my face like a military training sergeant. He ordered me to stand with my nose against the side of the barn with my legs spread and wrists crossed behind my back and wait for him.

I complied with his order. He came barreling out of the house and started calling me names and accused me of disobeying the moment his back was turned. He was dressed in black police gear and reflective sunglasses. He jammed his knee into my nuts then punished me with a slug in my back. Anyone who saw how he was treating me would have been appalled.

Master eventually cuffed my hands behind my back and dragged me into the barn by my shirt collar that he ripped and then tore it to shreds.

“Okay dumb fuck, I know you ripped all those helpless senior citizens off. Where the fuck did you hide the spoils from your little game?”

“Fuck you, you sleazy cop, I’m not telling your anything. You haven’t even read me my rights. I have a right to remain silent and that’s what I’m going to do!”

“That’s right boy! Yes, you have the right to remain silent. In fact, I’m going to make sure you take full advantage of that…”.

Master gagged me with a stinking old sock and strapped a hard jock cup gag over that. He shoved the gag in so tight that I had to work very hard to breath. He used police handcuff on my ankles, leaving me no room to move. He sat back on a bench and tied a noose with traditional 13 knots. He threw the noose over a barn beam and slipped it over my head, tightening it behind my right ear. He pulled me up to my toes and tied the rope off; leaving me in peril of hanging if I slipped or couldn’t maintain my weight on the tips of my toes.

Master used his signal whip on my back until I lost my balance and blacked out. I woke up, still bound, with my head between Master’s legs. The gag had been removed and the noose hung loosely from neck. He smiled when I opened my eyes. I felt content to know that he could still scare the crap of me. I laughed.

After thoughts:

I’d never put up with real abuse, not by a long shot but its fun to play at it occasionally. Sometimes I want to be gang raped. It happens occasionally when the family is playing together. I know a lot of guys have the fantasy but I can’t think of a single person that would want to be raped in reality. There’s a big difference between be submissive and being used against your will, although it’s hard to tell when looking in from the outside.

Master and I will be married one week from today. I wonder if it will change anything in our relationship. If it happens it happens. I am getting excited about it.

I was out with the horses earlier today. I decided to dismount and take a nap in the middle of the meadow. Sancho and Panza napped with me. Sancho allowed me to use him as a pillow and Panza fell asleep with his head on my stomach. It was a blissful way to spend a few hours on a Saturday afternoon. Down Jackets are a good thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

All tied up

I've been all tied up for the past bunch of hours. Other than that, normal rarely exists. Master is sweating over something back home so he's leaving for London on Monday. I might make the trip with him.

I'm trying to get as much studio time in as possible but it always get put on the back burner with Dan and Butch off on a short vacation. The "might" in making the trip to London depends on the guys coming back on time.

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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.