Another Trip on the Extreme Metal Bondage Table

The first thing my boy said this morning was "I'd like to take another trip on that table today".
"You like that, do ya?  Okay but you're on for the whole day if I think you're handling it but you better not disappoint me. Is there anything you think we should ad or subtract to the experience?"
He said holes for nipple play would be good and a gag would reinforce the sense of being helpless. Maybe good ear plugs would enforce the sense of isolation. He said he could hear Ray and me talking last night.

First of all, the table was designed for intense bondage and denial. That's why we chose not to have holes in it for tit play. The bare metal top is meant to feel harsh. The hole for the genitals can be handy for play but it is meant to be used for urination.

slave has been properly restrained with gag and ear plugs for a little over two hours so far. I have a monitor alongside his head so I can leave him for periods of time. I fucked him then plugged him with my jiz still in his ass. I'm thinking that I can still play with clamps on the back side of his body. Maybe I'll decide to needle him.

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.

Tripping

I'm up a bit early this morning. I barely slept last night. The feeling that I have is that it is Monday. My sense of time is so fucking screwed up. If someone were to ask me what day it is as a measure of my sanity, I would certainly fail.

I saw a video early today on x-tube of a guy who was having a Lori Chastity Cage permanently attached by gluing the locks and filling the key holes with Locktite Red epoxy glue. I looked the glue up on line. The only way to get it to release is to heat with a blow torch and the use a long handled wrench to loosen the bolt.  The way I see it, the guy is screwed unless he want to cut the chastity cage to pieces to get it off.

I wish I had the link to the video some where so I could post.

Master teases me about getting me a reverse P.A. at the base of my cock and a transverse scrotal piercing to do this to me:

 

 

I think it looks hot but it is entire disabling. My experience with my P.A. is the piercings never close again unless you have a surgeon close it. I've expressed that I don't want it done but I have a feeling that Master could "talk" me into it.

 

We're leaving for home today. I'm excited about getting back to work and caring for my fury family. I miss them all.



Power of Symbols

 

Simple suggestions like an iron manacle around a wrist can seem a greater sexual turn-on than pictures of complicated Bondage, “torture”, fucking and sucking. They are symbolic of a thousand possibilities. This picture conjures long term bondage for me. It brings back memories of the thirty days in Master’s dark attic dungeon before I earned the right to call him Master. I had no access to time or light except a tiny red spot in a far corner. Scraps of food were brought to me sporadically. Punishment for nothing that I did was harsh. Screaming or moaning invited greater agony and longer hours of absolute boredom. He said he would throw me out when he grew tired of me. He said I had no choice in the matter once we began. I was testing him, as I was testing my own resolve to learn how far my fantasies would take me.

Thirty days with an abrupt end. He apologized for throwing me out before he intended then disappeared, completely.

 Picture from Tumblr

 

More symbolic than real bondage?

 

 

 

Someplace in Germany

It's about 6:PM and the first stop is near an end.

I'm writing this while I sip a steaming cup of coffee. I haven't seen daylight for more than a day.  The "Chateau" driver was waiting for us outside of customs.  He restrained my arms behind my back and locked a leather hood over my head before we started the drive. We were greeted at the front door where Master and I were separated. They took Master to his room upstairs and took me down to the dungeon. The dungeon is a labyrinth consisting of a long corridor with rooms branching off at either side. Some are "Work rooms" others are a myriad of cells and locked rooms.

As is customary, I was chained by my neck, wrists and ankles and left with other slaves in the corridor. I slid to the floor and leaned against the wall to sleep until the others started to stir. I continued sleeping while the other slaves ate their breakfast. I could have slept all day after the trip to get here.

The others were taken away and returned during the day. "Training" is one of the reasons we are brought here. I've already gone through this twice. The last and third time was aborted by Master because he heard that I was abused by two of the guards.  They are no longer in contact with guests of the Chateau (what ever that means). I spent the entire day chained.  I socialized with the others when I wasn't sleeping.

I was taken to the showers this morning and then waited in a locked cell until the guards came for me.
Yes, they played with me and teased me while I was in the shower. One of them gave me head until I was on the edge then slapped me around a bit. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time.

They took me upstairs this afternoon and brought me to the room of ceremonies. I imagined that the induction process is sort of like joining the Masons. It's serious but just a little hooky. Master signed the papers, pledging to care for me and describe how I was too be handled if he died before me and a few other things that I can't talk about. I had to sign what is essentially a contract. Then the fun began. The inserted a GPS tracking chip between the ribs on my left side and renewed the brand that I was marked with over a year ago.

Getting a brand over the ribs hurts like hell!

We're waiting for our ride to Munich where we'll stay a few days before heading toward Berlin.

Rubber and Diapers

I've never been much into rubber except a bondage suit that I bought in Australia.  It's made of super heavy black rubber with the opening at the back above the waist.  Instead of being stretchy it's compressing.  It's difficult to get into and almost impossible to get out of, especially without a second pair of hands. It's a one piece suit with attached feet, mitts and hood with only nose openings.  The zipper goes up the back to the top of the head and locks there.  I've stashed it in a plastic tub because the two experiences that I've had in it left me feeling afraid of it.  The story about the box on MetalbondNYC prompted me to take it out of it's hiding place and show it to Master.  He insisted that I get zipped into it the moment he saw it.  A half container of corn starch later I was completely sealed except for the two hoses that fit into my nostrils.

I felt different about being in it this time. It had everything to do with complete trust in Master.  I was locked in it for several hours of Breath play and spanking. Getting swatted through sweaty rubber increases the pain.

We were watching porn together a couple weeks ago. The bottom was wearing diapers and a plastic chastity device.  He was quite mouthy and disrespectful but the top fed into it. I mentioned that diapers were stupid and humiliating.  Master turned my words into a weapon today when we went down to San Francisco. We went to spend the day shopping for rubber, art supplies and have lunch with friends. Master bought a bright green package of men's diapers.

Just be careful not to tell you Master what you don't like because he might turn on you with it.

http://www.studiostrak.com.au

Henry makes really cool rubber and uses extra thick rubber.  My suit was custom.  My suit is all black with a locking zipper.

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?

Munich

Breakfast, coffee and anticipation.

I don't like this.  I'm not at all convinced that this whole Chateau membership is necessary. I don't like being away from Master for days when I can't communicate with him.  Being "trained" is passionless. The guards seem to genuinely seem to enjoy inflicting pain with only obligatory concern for property of an owner/member.

I really don't have a choice. I would never request anything that would possibly question his dominance. What would I achieve except to diminish my submissiveness.  If this writing survives Masters edit, you will know that he allows me to think for myself.

I couldn't eat breakfast and the smell of coffee was unpleasant. I sipped enough water to swallow my medication then sat quietly while he and Christian talked.  Master locked his boot around mine under the table cloth, causing me to smile.

This is my last post until we leave the Chateau.

 

Master took this picture on our first trip to the Chateau.

My senses were taken away by a heavily padded hood until they took me inside the Chateau.
I don't know where this valley is nor am I likely to.

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.