Slave into Object

I removed slave from the cage this morning after he was fed a bowl of cold unseasoned Faro that he washed down with my warm piss. Slave was removed from the cage to service me then take a cold shower to wash the stink off. It is one of two times each day that it is allowed to use the toilet. It was cuffed in Hyatt cuffs and it's nips were pegged with wood clothes pegs. It's collar was tightened by one click. I told it that he was demoted to object for the foreseeable future.

The cage is 20 inches by 40 inches by 30 inches in height. it sits on a steel floor, no padding and it has been given an old wool Army blanket.

It looks at me with pathetic eyes that are wet with tears.

I'm horny and need to wank.

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.

Finding a privat diary on my slaves external drive.

My slave has given me absolute irrevocable power of his life, "past, present and future". He had turned his keys for everything so that nothing can be hidden. I'm learning trust from him.

I found a external storage device labeled Diaries and writings. I plugged it in and started reading. There are years worth of diaries dating back to high school and early writings about everything you can imagine.

I found references to suicide over the years that saddened me. He had even worked some plans out in detail. He was desperate for something he never felt he had. Someone to hold him tight. He wrote about feeling like a burden to his grand parents and being taken care of by housekeepers and chaperone who never quite filled his need for love.

Here is an excerpt that I feel safe in adding here

6 May 2011

I had a night with a “Top” named Alan. I was frustrated by his lack of experience. I was infuriated by wasting my time. Why do I bother? Do you think I want too much?

I’ give almost anything to find a real Master to take over my life, sort of like Max does without the history we share that keeps him from going all the way with me. It’s never going to happen. He’s been by surrogate father since I was 5.

So what do I want?

Someone bigger and stronger than me.
Someone masculine who cares little about what people think of him.
Tough and a little street wise.
Driven by a high testosterone level.
A little unwashed.
Someone who wants to turn me into his pig.
Tattoo/pierced

Someone who cares about me but has a dispassionate and sadistic side.
Someone to keep me unbalanced.
Someone to keep me balanced.
Someone who can say No to me.
Someone who won’t put up with my moody shit.
Someone who will slap the crap out of me if I say something mean or sarcastic

Someone to love me for good and bad but strong enough to eliminate the bad.

Someone who has the same wealth or has an ability to ignore mine.
Wealth can make happiness hard to find.

Someone to keep me captive and bound and torture me without hurting me.

Someone, most of all, someone that I can love, worship and respect so much that I can forget myself.

 A man who can change as our reality changes.
A man who can be Master, friend and big brother but mostly be my Master.His list went on.
 

Now for some fucking fun. My Mate Regie. He is an Irish Ginger that is fucking fun to be with. He trained me in a lot of stuff. He's here to help record some more hypnotic shit and work the slave over in ways he never felt before. Slave is in his cage except to piss and stretch and of course be fucked. Been that way for over a day. He'll stay there longer until he's good and tired of it.