Master tied my arms behind my back using jute rope in Bukkake style. The rope wound around my neck then back down to my arms, leaving a long tail of rope to use as a leash. He clamped a wide steel collar around my neck that was chained to a heavy steel ring that was attached to the wall. The bondage forced me to stand, back to the wall, standing flat feet on the cool cement floor. He inserted something into my urethra that was held in place by a ring at the base of my cock and another ring behind the meatus. It was secured by a post threaded through my apadrahvya. He attached wires to the base and the metal apadrahvya insert.
He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out.
It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.
Showing posts with label object. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Getting Back to "Normal" Can Wait
Even after the slave did his duty for me this morning, I am still all fired up and horny. I don't often post pictures but I saw the following picture on a Tumble site last week. It gave me the idea of "storing" my slave so I turned a small unused utility closed into a slave storage room. I built it myself and finished just before dinner last night.
The slave is "stored" in the closet just as the boy in the picture. Is gagged soundly and blindfolded even though the closet is pitch black. I sound proofed the closet and installed a remote monitoring system that I monitor on my phone.
I know he wanted to work today but I wanted to torment him a little today. I'll let him out when I want him in bed tonight.
At last check he was standing quietly.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
It Was The Weight
Suddenly I heard my Slave groan loudly and all the weight of the chains that bind seemed to crash on the cement floor. Christian hear it the same moment. We made a mad dash down the boys cell and open the door. Boy was laying on the floor afraid to move.
"i'm just tired Master, I am sorry to alarm you."
His face was red and the shoulder was welted where the collar pressed into his flesh. His pulse was rapid and he was breathing slowly in through his nose and in burst from his mouth.
"Call his doctor and I'll get the tools to get him out of this metal."
Butch and Daniel joined the others. Christian returned with a drill and Butch took over the boys extraction. The boy's doctor was on his way. Butch drilled the shaft of the rivets and Daniel completed the work, cleaning out the last bits and metal the prying the irons open. The boy closed his eyes while the work continued.
The dogs were raising a ruckus. The doc was inside the house looking for us as I fetched him. The guys stopped working while the doc examined the boy.
"His body is worn out from all the weight he's been carrying. Has he been complaining about pain any where"?
"Geez, you know this boy, he'd be dying from pain and he wouldn't let on. The only thing that gets him is migraine pain".
"Has he had migraines lately"?
He hasn't complained of any but again, he was in restraints so he likely could have turned even that into something erotic."
He was out of restraints and we got him onto his mattress. Doc continued his examination and said that the left shoulder was dislocated. It was the weight. The Doc pulled and massaged until the boy arched his back and cried out. "Do you have any strong pain medications in the house?"
The boy is sleeping in my bed where he belongs. Our adventure ended abruptly and I'm glad of it although not glad of the cause. I think we're done with this exercise.
"i'm just tired Master, I am sorry to alarm you."
His face was red and the shoulder was welted where the collar pressed into his flesh. His pulse was rapid and he was breathing slowly in through his nose and in burst from his mouth.
"Call his doctor and I'll get the tools to get him out of this metal."
Butch and Daniel joined the others. Christian returned with a drill and Butch took over the boys extraction. The boy's doctor was on his way. Butch drilled the shaft of the rivets and Daniel completed the work, cleaning out the last bits and metal the prying the irons open. The boy closed his eyes while the work continued.
The dogs were raising a ruckus. The doc was inside the house looking for us as I fetched him. The guys stopped working while the doc examined the boy.
"His body is worn out from all the weight he's been carrying. Has he been complaining about pain any where"?
"Geez, you know this boy, he'd be dying from pain and he wouldn't let on. The only thing that gets him is migraine pain".
"Has he had migraines lately"?
He hasn't complained of any but again, he was in restraints so he likely could have turned even that into something erotic."
He was out of restraints and we got him onto his mattress. Doc continued his examination and said that the left shoulder was dislocated. It was the weight. The Doc pulled and massaged until the boy arched his back and cried out. "Do you have any strong pain medications in the house?"
The boy is sleeping in my bed where he belongs. Our adventure ended abruptly and I'm glad of it although not glad of the cause. I think we're done with this exercise.
Solidly Attached to His Rock Wall
I guess his isolation will not be complete isolation. I went down to remove his gag and loosen his hands so that he can feed and take care of himself. Tony, made pumpkin croissants, scramble eggs and sausages. Object ate well this morning. I loosened his collar chain so that he can move around his cell but he is solidly attached to the rock wall.
Object had little to say other than "thank you, Master". I think he is oblivious to his situation and happy that I came to be with him, however short the time.
Object had little to say other than "thank you, Master". I think he is oblivious to his situation and happy that I came to be with him, however short the time.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Harvest Time is Nearly Over
The last of the vineyard is being harvest beginning Monday. It paid for itself and that is what we expected for our first year. Some of our olives went to bottlers to become part of a mix. Some went into private label bottles for samples, gifts and home use. I think the boy is happy about his first year in production. Everyone in the family feels good that we've managed a good first year.
The ranch will add sheep to the menagerie in the coming year. We're researching different breeds.
Object is in his cell again. He is chained to the wall. A ball gag is keeping him occupied. I sat with him, filling the cell with a thick cloud of cigar smoke. Object is turned on sexually by it and wants to fuck his hand. He knows it is useless unless I demand that he cum but I allowed him to pleasure himself for a while before I tightened up his chains.
I'm going to a record four days of isolation for the object beginning this evening.
The ranch will add sheep to the menagerie in the coming year. We're researching different breeds.
Object is in his cell again. He is chained to the wall. A ball gag is keeping him occupied. I sat with him, filling the cell with a thick cloud of cigar smoke. Object is turned on sexually by it and wants to fuck his hand. He knows it is useless unless I demand that he cum but I allowed him to pleasure himself for a while before I tightened up his chains.
I'm going to a record four days of isolation for the object beginning this evening.
Friday, October 17, 2014
That is Exactly What I Did.
object suffered in darkness until after dinner before I brought him upstairs to the shower to wash him then flushed his ass and guts out. Gallons of foam washed his filth down the drain. He was so grateful
for the warmth of the shower and my attention. His little yellow dog Tommy waited impatiently outside of the shower for his boy to give him attention. I brought the boy out to watch a movie with the family. He made a feeble attempt to worship my feet but slipped into deep sleep surrounded by heaps of white canine fur who were all snoring loudly. I covered the boy with a blanket and left him sleep. Tommy lifted his snout to watch me then placed his chin on the boys face and closed his eyes.
Things didn't work out as I planned. I'd been fondling my cock all day thinking of taking the object to bed with me to fuck him and then fall asleep still inside of him. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable laying there amidst his adoring k-9 elite guard puppies that I couldn't bear to disturb them. I had a great horny day, I'll just finish it off giving pleasure to myself.
for the warmth of the shower and my attention. His little yellow dog Tommy waited impatiently outside of the shower for his boy to give him attention. I brought the boy out to watch a movie with the family. He made a feeble attempt to worship my feet but slipped into deep sleep surrounded by heaps of white canine fur who were all snoring loudly. I covered the boy with a blanket and left him sleep. Tommy lifted his snout to watch me then placed his chin on the boys face and closed his eyes.
Things didn't work out as I planned. I'd been fondling my cock all day thinking of taking the object to bed with me to fuck him and then fall asleep still inside of him. He looked so beautiful and vulnerable laying there amidst his adoring k-9 elite guard puppies that I couldn't bear to disturb them. I had a great horny day, I'll just finish it off giving pleasure to myself.
Tough Workout
Object started working with the sunrise this morning. He beat Daniel and Josh out to the barn. Then the least expected happened. Daniel ordered object to his climb on to a table to present his ass for a work out. object obeyed him but with true concern asked Daniel if he would get in trouble with the Masters for taking liberties. Daniel told him that he wanted to fuck him since the moment he saw him in his chains and said it was worth getting in trouble now that he had the opportunity. He also told object that he trusted object not to say anything to the Masters.
The full truth of the matter was that Butch and I were watching them on a cctv link. I was just like the object to express his concern for another before himself. Daniel fucked the object and then invited Josh to join the fun. object was going nuts with pleasure. When they filled his gut with cum he got on his knees and offered to clean their cocks with his tongue. I was at that moment that Butch and I 'surprised" them.
Butch grabbed Daniel by the ear and pulled him out of the barn. Josh stood looking dumbfounded as I grabbed the object and pushed him around in my very best mock anger. I dragged the boy outside and put a rimming seat over his head and sat, making noises as if I was going to crap in the boys face. I told him to open his mouth and he obeyed without and inkling of protest. I let go of a long stream of piss instead of shit.
At that moment, the boy was truly an object. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for me. Nothing! There are no more taboos between us.
I told my boy that I was proud of him for showing concern for Daniel before himself. I told him how pleased I was with his obedience and willingness to please me no matter what it took and then I took him down to his cell and chained him by the chain in the back of the collar to through rock wall and told him to have a good day. He thanked me and told me to be horny thinking about your imprisoned object.
The full truth of the matter was that Butch and I were watching them on a cctv link. I was just like the object to express his concern for another before himself. Daniel fucked the object and then invited Josh to join the fun. object was going nuts with pleasure. When they filled his gut with cum he got on his knees and offered to clean their cocks with his tongue. I was at that moment that Butch and I 'surprised" them.
Butch grabbed Daniel by the ear and pulled him out of the barn. Josh stood looking dumbfounded as I grabbed the object and pushed him around in my very best mock anger. I dragged the boy outside and put a rimming seat over his head and sat, making noises as if I was going to crap in the boys face. I told him to open his mouth and he obeyed without and inkling of protest. I let go of a long stream of piss instead of shit.
At that moment, the boy was truly an object. There is nothing that he wouldn't do for me. Nothing! There are no more taboos between us.
I told my boy that I was proud of him for showing concern for Daniel before himself. I told him how pleased I was with his obedience and willingness to please me no matter what it took and then I took him down to his cell and chained him by the chain in the back of the collar to through rock wall and told him to have a good day. He thanked me and told me to be horny thinking about your imprisoned object.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Master Asked Me to Write
Master is sitting on the sofa arm. He is wearing nothing but an old red t-shirt. His balls and cock hang freely, teasing me. He is wearing a cockeyed smile as he watches me struggle with the keyboard.
Affection? I know it is there not matter what he does or what he choses to express.
What am I learning? I can be an object but only within the confines of existing relationships and how they affect our attitudes toward our actions. Remember that every relationship must remain fluid to stay alive. I don't know what the future holds, not even 5 minutes from now.
Iron is heavy and unforgiving. I have to adjust my body to accept it's weight and relieve the pain it inflicts. Sometimes I actually feel annoyed that something can be so heavy and yet not restrictive enough. I am ceaselessly horny. I think the frustration that I feel causes that.
Affection? I know it is there not matter what he does or what he choses to express.
What am I learning? I can be an object but only within the confines of existing relationships and how they affect our attitudes toward our actions. Remember that every relationship must remain fluid to stay alive. I don't know what the future holds, not even 5 minutes from now.
Iron is heavy and unforgiving. I have to adjust my body to accept it's weight and relieve the pain it inflicts. Sometimes I actually feel annoyed that something can be so heavy and yet not restrictive enough. I am ceaselessly horny. I think the frustration that I feel causes that.
Laser Fair
It's a bad attempt at a joke.
It was stubble removal day so out came the laser hair removal toll. I boldly removed his eye brows, (with a razor). Object tells me that he enjoys being smooth as a baby's ass and didn't even mind having his eyebrows shaved.
He has kept his head shaved because it reminds him to be humble and now, because he is submissive and slave. This is a fact to him that no longer needs reinforcement.
He has found a way to work out without the use of the gym. To keep boredom to a minimum he does various forms of sit-ups, crunches, planks, push-ups and deep knee bends. We added ranch labor to his physical activities. Butch has gotten into the spirit of the boys objectification by making do hard labor and smacking his ass when he slows down. Daniel is the object's alpha as well. The object loves his situation, you can see it in his eyes. I love it too. He drops to his knees when I am near. I use him and then walk away feeling satisfied and happy that his objectification is working out well.
Rick,
My slave gets physical affection as he normally would. I could never deny him that. He responds to every touch in his normal way even when he is bound. His personal energy is so strong that you can't miss his intention or affection. He is almost magical.
It was stubble removal day so out came the laser hair removal toll. I boldly removed his eye brows, (with a razor). Object tells me that he enjoys being smooth as a baby's ass and didn't even mind having his eyebrows shaved.
He has kept his head shaved because it reminds him to be humble and now, because he is submissive and slave. This is a fact to him that no longer needs reinforcement.
He has found a way to work out without the use of the gym. To keep boredom to a minimum he does various forms of sit-ups, crunches, planks, push-ups and deep knee bends. We added ranch labor to his physical activities. Butch has gotten into the spirit of the boys objectification by making do hard labor and smacking his ass when he slows down. Daniel is the object's alpha as well. The object loves his situation, you can see it in his eyes. I love it too. He drops to his knees when I am near. I use him and then walk away feeling satisfied and happy that his objectification is working out well.
Rick,
My slave gets physical affection as he normally would. I could never deny him that. He responds to every touch in his normal way even when he is bound. His personal energy is so strong that you can't miss his intention or affection. He is almost magical.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Misery
Object spent a night in misery. It was a classic case of letting his cock do his thinking, but he recovered the next day by sleeping under his meager wool.
He was up and around outside earlier today. Butch gave him a job to challenge him. He struggled with his chains which constantly challenged him but he was determined to get his work completed. Butch gave him a few swats with a paddle when he tried to rest. Butch gave the object a bar of soap and a shower under the garden hose because he smelled horrible after being stuck under ground for so many days.
Object ate his dinner on the kitchen floor then cleaned the kitchen for Tony before standing in the corner while the rest of us sat comfortably watching a movie. He is chained to the bed frame waiting for me. He'll be sleeping on the floor when I am done with him for the night.
He was up and around outside earlier today. Butch gave him a job to challenge him. He struggled with his chains which constantly challenged him but he was determined to get his work completed. Butch gave him a few swats with a paddle when he tried to rest. Butch gave the object a bar of soap and a shower under the garden hose because he smelled horrible after being stuck under ground for so many days.
Object ate his dinner on the kitchen floor then cleaned the kitchen for Tony before standing in the corner while the rest of us sat comfortably watching a movie. He is chained to the bed frame waiting for me. He'll be sleeping on the floor when I am done with him for the night.
Monday, October 13, 2014
I weakened
I didn't make it for another 24 hours. I went down this evening in a fit of horniness to use him. That's what an object is for, right?
I got him up on his mattress and forced his knees under his gut so his ass was sticking up in the air. I spit lubed his hole and slowly slid my cock inside of him. He gasped and sighed as I penetrated him then pushed back to get me deeper inside of him. I set a pace to fuck him slowly and as gently as I could but ended up grasping the chain at the back of his collar for leverage as I lost control of myself. I fucked him long and hard before I shot my seed into him. I collapsed on top of him to recover. I heard him sniffle and quietly cry.
I turned him over to straddle his chest and buckled a dental gag into his mouth and spread it as wide as his mouth would open. I stuck my tongue in his mouth then spit inside of him several times before I face fucked him until I came a second time. The object was frustrated at not being able to suck me clean but I used my fingers to skim the cum from my cock into his mouth.
I thought of sitting with him for a while but I want him to know what it is to be an object.
I pulled the chains tightly through the side hasps of the waist restraints and locked them in place then pulled his legs up behind him so that he is hogtied. The weight of his leg irons added stress to the hogtie. I removed the dental gag and replaced it with a ball gag head harness and left him laying face down. I stood in the door opening and watched him, waiting to see how he reacted. He managed to force a muffled "thank you Master" through his gag. I locked the door and went upstairs to go to bed.
I thought about what I had done to my object and honestly loved the way I felt about it. I now think I can handle this part of our lifestyle.
I got him up on his mattress and forced his knees under his gut so his ass was sticking up in the air. I spit lubed his hole and slowly slid my cock inside of him. He gasped and sighed as I penetrated him then pushed back to get me deeper inside of him. I set a pace to fuck him slowly and as gently as I could but ended up grasping the chain at the back of his collar for leverage as I lost control of myself. I fucked him long and hard before I shot my seed into him. I collapsed on top of him to recover. I heard him sniffle and quietly cry.
I turned him over to straddle his chest and buckled a dental gag into his mouth and spread it as wide as his mouth would open. I stuck my tongue in his mouth then spit inside of him several times before I face fucked him until I came a second time. The object was frustrated at not being able to suck me clean but I used my fingers to skim the cum from my cock into his mouth.
I thought of sitting with him for a while but I want him to know what it is to be an object.
I pulled the chains tightly through the side hasps of the waist restraints and locked them in place then pulled his legs up behind him so that he is hogtied. The weight of his leg irons added stress to the hogtie. I removed the dental gag and replaced it with a ball gag head harness and left him laying face down. I stood in the door opening and watched him, waiting to see how he reacted. He managed to force a muffled "thank you Master" through his gag. I locked the door and went upstairs to go to bed.
I thought about what I had done to my object and honestly loved the way I felt about it. I now think I can handle this part of our lifestyle.
Past Trauma
His greatest source of trauma was his mother after his father died. She was loony and spoiled and a stupid very intelligent woman. He is indifferent toward his half siblings except when the second brother tries to bully him for money but he's in prison now. His first "lover" as he admits was his misguided at keeping his Manny in his life after his grandparents died.
He has a big hurdle to jump now. His father died in January at the age Trace is now.
I think he is settled with everything from his past although he is shocked by the kind of grasp I have on him. He was unconditionally loved by his grandparents, as he now knows, but the people of his ancestry rarely displayed warmth through touching. They were stoic to say the least. With me and my big arms wrapped around him every chance I get, he knows the warmth he has always needed is right here for him. He has all of us at the ranch and his leather family as it expands.
We're not looking for any revelations in this game that we're playing other than greater respect for each other. How many slaves or submissive men or women dream of an opportunity, although fantasy, to experience what my object is living at the moment? And how many dream of a slave situation that they can never escape from? If I choose, I have ways to keep him slave for the rest of his life even if he wants to end the relationship.
I think, being able to show I can objectifying my slave is a good for both of us, given our chosen lifestyle and the depth of our love for each other.
Update:
He was fed his green liquid shit. Before I shut the peep hole door he managed to say "tighter?".
I just shook my head at his impetuousness.
He has a big hurdle to jump now. His father died in January at the age Trace is now.
I think he is settled with everything from his past although he is shocked by the kind of grasp I have on him. He was unconditionally loved by his grandparents, as he now knows, but the people of his ancestry rarely displayed warmth through touching. They were stoic to say the least. With me and my big arms wrapped around him every chance I get, he knows the warmth he has always needed is right here for him. He has all of us at the ranch and his leather family as it expands.
We're not looking for any revelations in this game that we're playing other than greater respect for each other. How many slaves or submissive men or women dream of an opportunity, although fantasy, to experience what my object is living at the moment? And how many dream of a slave situation that they can never escape from? If I choose, I have ways to keep him slave for the rest of his life even if he wants to end the relationship.
I think, being able to show I can objectifying my slave is a good for both of us, given our chosen lifestyle and the depth of our love for each other.
Update:
He was fed his green liquid shit. Before I shut the peep hole door he managed to say "tighter?".
I just shook my head at his impetuousness.
Mind Games
Tony,
You are absolutely correct in your thoughts as I read them. We are playing a mind game so it is absolutely essential to monitor the object closely. I have Christian, Butch and the entire family monitoring the boy and me to make sure I do not hurt him or damage our relationship. They are all stakeholders and have vested interest, besides being family. Because of them, Trace and I can push each other beyond what we could without them. I may be the boss but any one of them can step in to stop this if they see something going wrong.
Do I think this will make our relationship stronger? Yes!
Is the boy strong enough to handle himself even as an object? Yes!
Can he be broken? Not easily. I don't like breaking my toys and thus the safe guards of family are paramount.
Morning update.
Object is sleeping peacefully on his mattress with his blanket covering him. He appeared to be dreaming because he had a gentle smile on his face. He appears to be acquiescing to his extreme bondage as he learns to position himself to find some bit of comfort. As he often does, he has expressed that he would like to have even less freedom. But hasn't spoken directly to anyone since the door of his cell was locked. We monitor sound as well visually.
I'm going to keep him isolated for at least 24 more hours.
You are absolutely correct in your thoughts as I read them. We are playing a mind game so it is absolutely essential to monitor the object closely. I have Christian, Butch and the entire family monitoring the boy and me to make sure I do not hurt him or damage our relationship. They are all stakeholders and have vested interest, besides being family. Because of them, Trace and I can push each other beyond what we could without them. I may be the boss but any one of them can step in to stop this if they see something going wrong.
Do I think this will make our relationship stronger? Yes!
Is the boy strong enough to handle himself even as an object? Yes!
Can he be broken? Not easily. I don't like breaking my toys and thus the safe guards of family are paramount.
Morning update.
Object is sleeping peacefully on his mattress with his blanket covering him. He appeared to be dreaming because he had a gentle smile on his face. He appears to be acquiescing to his extreme bondage as he learns to position himself to find some bit of comfort. As he often does, he has expressed that he would like to have even less freedom. But hasn't spoken directly to anyone since the door of his cell was locked. We monitor sound as well visually.
I'm going to keep him isolated for at least 24 more hours.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
The Object Wants Out?
It was daylight for the object. He was huddled on the floor in the corner of his cell. His wrist were still voluntarily held at his sides. He wrapped his ankles in the chain between the irons so that his feet appeared to be chained together. His neck was bent as far forward as the collar would allow. He appeared content and wide awake.
Content may be a wrong word, resigned to his imprisonment is a better way to describe.
It was feeding time. The boy stepped up to the peep hole in the door and took the funnel gag in his mouth and I began to slowly pour the green liquid. He grimaced as the liquid hit his taste buds. When he stepped back from the gag, he said "I wish I could smell you and your cigar smoke". I snickered and slammed the peep hole door in his face and locked it. His five minutes of fleeting sight of my face ended abruptly. The crazy kid is in isolation and all he wanted was to smell me and cigar smoke. It's a wonder what make him tick.
I whacked off with my right hand three times today. Thinking about keeping the fucker locked up in a hundred pounds of steel keeps me constantly on the edge.
Content may be a wrong word, resigned to his imprisonment is a better way to describe.
It was feeding time. The boy stepped up to the peep hole in the door and took the funnel gag in his mouth and I began to slowly pour the green liquid. He grimaced as the liquid hit his taste buds. When he stepped back from the gag, he said "I wish I could smell you and your cigar smoke". I snickered and slammed the peep hole door in his face and locked it. His five minutes of fleeting sight of my face ended abruptly. The crazy kid is in isolation and all he wanted was to smell me and cigar smoke. It's a wonder what make him tick.
I whacked off with my right hand three times today. Thinking about keeping the fucker locked up in a hundred pounds of steel keeps me constantly on the edge.
Answers
I am keeping him prisoner/object without any clue to the outcome. We're living this moment by moment. It is rather a conclusion of our first time together when he came to me to be my object except that I know him now so I can be much more of a beast than I could without all the knowledge of him that I've collected in our short time together.
I fully intent to bring him to the point where he begins to believe he is an object. I suspect that there will be times when I have difficulty pushing him and myself but I will have Christian monitoring the entire interaction. He will sure me up or stop me so there is a safeguard of having a more experienced Master overseeing the needs of both my slave and myself. He can also act for me in my weakness.
This is truly an adventure for all involved.
The slave knows himself better and is in far stronger than when I first met him.
I fully intent to bring him to the point where he begins to believe he is an object. I suspect that there will be times when I have difficulty pushing him and myself but I will have Christian monitoring the entire interaction. He will sure me up or stop me so there is a safeguard of having a more experienced Master overseeing the needs of both my slave and myself. He can also act for me in my weakness.
This is truly an adventure for all involved.
The slave knows himself better and is in far stronger than when I first met him.
Slave in the Dark
Tony (slave),
To answer your question. There is a very big difference between leaving my slave with Ray and having him at home. I monitor him and I can go down to his cell and torment him or sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor beneath me. I can take him outside and I can take him to the dungeon to work on him. He was an hour drive from home when he was with Ray. Also, I can force him to eat. If he doesn't do as he his told, I will beat him and he expects it. Ray would never treat him as I do, with either love or punishment.
slave has not been given solid food for almost forty eight hours. Tony whips up a drink that sells like vitamins and freshly mown grass. It is terrible tasting but has all the nutrients that he needs with consideration of being in the pitch black most of the time. I feed him through a tunnel gag that is usually used for toilet training.
When I checked in on him this morning he had pulled the chains for the wrist restraints back through the side hasps of the waist restrain. He is limiting his own movement. He was laying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Laying on his stomach is the most comfortable position because the hasps press into softer muscle instead of against his side or spine. I get the feeling that he would like me to make him more uncomfortable by locking his wrists to his sides and gagging and blindfolding him. Intuition is strong in these situations. He is not seeing anyone for at least another 24 hours, although I want to go down and bury my wood in his ass.
I can monitor his sounds constantly. He has only sighed so far.
To answer your question. There is a very big difference between leaving my slave with Ray and having him at home. I monitor him and I can go down to his cell and torment him or sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor beneath me. I can take him outside and I can take him to the dungeon to work on him. He was an hour drive from home when he was with Ray. Also, I can force him to eat. If he doesn't do as he his told, I will beat him and he expects it. Ray would never treat him as I do, with either love or punishment.
slave has not been given solid food for almost forty eight hours. Tony whips up a drink that sells like vitamins and freshly mown grass. It is terrible tasting but has all the nutrients that he needs with consideration of being in the pitch black most of the time. I feed him through a tunnel gag that is usually used for toilet training.
When I checked in on him this morning he had pulled the chains for the wrist restraints back through the side hasps of the waist restrain. He is limiting his own movement. He was laying on his stomach with his face in the pillow. Laying on his stomach is the most comfortable position because the hasps press into softer muscle instead of against his side or spine. I get the feeling that he would like me to make him more uncomfortable by locking his wrists to his sides and gagging and blindfolding him. Intuition is strong in these situations. He is not seeing anyone for at least another 24 hours, although I want to go down and bury my wood in his ass.
I can monitor his sounds constantly. He has only sighed so far.
Monday, October 6, 2014
HEAVY METAL
Master locked me in the Groethal Belt yesterday. He plugged my ass with the ass lock and chained me to a post in the dungeon with it. my hands were locked palms facing outward in hinged handcuffs. He clamped my tit with rubber tipped forceps clamps and locked them in place with zip ties. My ankles were restrained in large handcuffs so I couldn't stand.
He sentenced me to 25 hours of isolation and pain. I was alone without food, water of use of a toilet.
Oh! and a double dose of Viagra.
He sentenced me to 25 hours of isolation and pain. I was alone without food, water of use of a toilet.
Oh! and a double dose of Viagra.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
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.
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.
_____________________
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.
Friday, September 12, 2014
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.
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.
I'm Not Sure That I want to Finnish This
It is hard to tell what goes on in that boys head. He's been in constant bondage and pain for a week now. I moved him from his larger cage to the punishment cage where he is unable to move. He doesn't make a sound. There are no moans or sighs of exasperation. He gives no indication that pain is getting to him. He takes everything I give him and seems happier for it. I can't work him over anymore. His scrotum has sores on it. His tits are swollen, his ass and back are fucked up, there is nothing left but his smile whenever I take his gag out.
I asked our surgeon friend to come to check his scrotum and cock out and talk to the boy. He's one of my boys best and oldest friend. He told me to keep the wounds clean and don't touch them for a while.
"What about his head? Has he gone off the deep end? No matter how I treat him, he is happy. He only smiles and thanks me for it."
"He is happy, he's high. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep his wounds clean, if they start to look more inflamed, call me. I'll come out to visit you guys on Saturday. I'd be honored if you would fuck me over for the weekend. I'm not on call".
I've been taking the boy out of his cage twice a day. His hands are always restrained behind his back. I take him into the shower and wash him with Tea Tree Oil soap and dry him. I remove his gag and feed him Tony's special "object diet" in a dog bowl then take his cuffs off so he can brush his teeth and clean his mouth. I give him a chance to make one request, hoping that he will tell me he doesn't like the objectification "game" and wants to crawl back in my bed. He doesn't.
One day he walked over to the wall where the straps and paddles hang and brings me a six layer leather strap with a flogger type handle and asked me to beat him with it. One morning, yesterday in fact, he asked for a cup of hot coffee. Last night he asked me to restrain his upper arms with his elbows together with a wide leather strap. He asked me to tighten it after I buckled it the first time.
He never begs me for the one thing I want to hear. "Please Master stop treating me like an object.
I know I would say "NO FUCKER!" at least for a day or two but I would know he's not enjoying this trip that we're on.
The thing that comes from this is that he is like clay in my hands and he is absolutely affectionate without the sense of preoccupation that I sometimes get from him.
I asked our surgeon friend to come to check his scrotum and cock out and talk to the boy. He's one of my boys best and oldest friend. He told me to keep the wounds clean and don't touch them for a while.
"What about his head? Has he gone off the deep end? No matter how I treat him, he is happy. He only smiles and thanks me for it."
"He is happy, he's high. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep his wounds clean, if they start to look more inflamed, call me. I'll come out to visit you guys on Saturday. I'd be honored if you would fuck me over for the weekend. I'm not on call".
I've been taking the boy out of his cage twice a day. His hands are always restrained behind his back. I take him into the shower and wash him with Tea Tree Oil soap and dry him. I remove his gag and feed him Tony's special "object diet" in a dog bowl then take his cuffs off so he can brush his teeth and clean his mouth. I give him a chance to make one request, hoping that he will tell me he doesn't like the objectification "game" and wants to crawl back in my bed. He doesn't.
One day he walked over to the wall where the straps and paddles hang and brings me a six layer leather strap with a flogger type handle and asked me to beat him with it. One morning, yesterday in fact, he asked for a cup of hot coffee. Last night he asked me to restrain his upper arms with his elbows together with a wide leather strap. He asked me to tighten it after I buckled it the first time.
He never begs me for the one thing I want to hear. "Please Master stop treating me like an object.
I know I would say "NO FUCKER!" at least for a day or two but I would know he's not enjoying this trip that we're on.
The thing that comes from this is that he is like clay in my hands and he is absolutely affectionate without the sense of preoccupation that I sometimes get from him.
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