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.

Birthday Earthquake

We had an Earthquake this morning that shook Napa Valley. The epicenter was apparently 70 miles away. We weren't sure what hit us because we often feel tremors. Our house is on top of a mountain, which is more stable ground than the surrounding valleys. A few things slipped off shelves and tables and we sustained a crack in one of the big living room windows but that is all. I didn't feel anything but a slight vibration. By the time the guys came down to get me, it was over.

I wonder sometimes if I get the worst migraines when the ground moves. Daniel said the animals were nervous and the geese were unusually noisy. I continued my nap up the mountain near the Oaks with the dogs surrounding me.

During a party at the clubhouse in London, one of the slave had a wide collar locked on the he told me was lined with hundreds of tiny pin pricks. I would have had full blown wood if I hadn't been locked. I excitedly told Master about. He inspected it as well as he could then asked the slave's Master if he could get a good look at it. Regie is the slave's owner.

Later that night, I confessed that I having a jock from Mr. S that was retrofitted with a locking belt that is lined with hundreds of pin pricks, as well as a matching sleeveless T-shirt and bondage  booties that I should have thrown away because I hate them. I had worn these things around my apartment but never had the nerve to wear them out or tell visiting tops that I have them in my toy collection.

It was Master who first insisted that I model the items for him. He's locked them on a few times but then we lost interest until Regie sent us the collar. But still, they never caught on.

All of this comes no more than a few weeks after I read the story on MetalBondNyc called Bondage  Fantasy World about a guy who forced in bondage that was lined with "nails". The story rocked my world. I thought how cool it would be to experience the imprisonment in the story while at the same time feeling horrified by it. It is amazing how serendipitously or thoughts and reality collide and mesh with each other. Buddha said something like "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world." I truly believe his thoughts but sometimes forget and with my thoughts screw up my world.

My migraine had passed except for the haze that I am in. It was cake and gift time. The most fun of all the gifts was the over the knee paddling that each person gave me. I got passed from one person to the next until we had counted my age. I finally got to open the box that Regie shipped from his shop in London. I had to work the package open without being allowed to use tools to cut the tape. Finally!
I got it open. I pulled a large heavy garment out of the box that had fifteen locked straps on the outside of it. It must weigh fifty pounds. It was the fucking daddy of all sleep sacks, I thanked everyone profusely. Regie gave me a key to the locks and told me to open them. I was too excited to unlock everything myself so Regie dropped to his knees and unlocked everything. He partially opened the bag and took my hand and made me stroke the interior. Ouch and Double Ouch! The entire interior is lined with tiny sharp points. "I don't fucking know about this one guys!"

Regie said, "you're going to know soon enough".

Again, I can't say I understand how coincidence play out in this world.

Master ordered me to get ready to try it out. He followed me into the bedroom to make sure I took a piss. Master had laid out while I was in the bathroom, stalling, afraid of what I was going to experience and then decided his thinking was all wrong. Strip slave. He watched me as I nervously removed my clothing. Using his finger under my collar, he led me into the great room. Regie had the bag entirely opened and waiting for me.

Master being Master and Regie being a sadistic tailor and leather making came up with giving me a sleep sack and hood. The entire sleep sack is lined with thousands of pin pricks and the gag that snaps in the hood also as almost undetectable pinpricks.

Regie applied the hood. It had two holes for breathing, no mouth or eye opening. He carefully slipped the gag in my mouth. The points were irritating but not sharp enough to do real damage. He laced it very tightly then buckled and closed the straps. The wasn't a strap for the neck. I sat in the lower body of the sack and carefully lifted my legs until my feel were in the toes of the sack. The process continued at a snail's pace until all my body parts were in the correct places. Master and Regie zipped the bag and then laced, pulling the laces snugly. They worked together to fasten the straps. I was in a sort of endorphin induced psychosis or something because I actually enjoyed all the sensations the beg was producing. When they locked the first padlock I tried to communicate "tighter" with the tiny prickers causing pain in my mouth. Regie asked "what did you say boy"? I tried to say "tighter. It worked because the two Masters tightened each strap.

I can't explain what I felt. Everything inched of my body was tormented with tiny points of pain that caused me to feel like I was flying high on some sort of Narcotic. I was in the sack for a full hour from the time the last lock with snapped close. The worst pain as they went through the process of taking me out of the sack. I think I was crying but I can't say for sure. The four Masters peeled me out of the bag. I was covered with what looked like a rash with a few tiny drops of blood here and there.
They opened the bag completely and left it in the middle of the floor for me to clean tomorrow. I went to shower again, washing thoroughly with a natural antibacterial called H2Ocean that instantly breaks down blood and washes it down the drain. It was made for new tattoos and piercings but I keep a bottle for generally first aide.

I returned to the bedroom and grabbed a box filled with gifts for my family. Artisan made pear brandy from a tiny producer in France. It has a tiny pear in the bottle with tiny flecks of pure gold. It was wrapped with a yellow ribbon on the neck of the bottle held in place with a gold wax seal. I tasted it on our last trip and shipped two cases home. It is divinely smooth and light like drinking fresh pressed pear juice with a kick. I popped a bottle open and let everyone taste what I had given them. I also gave Master Ian a box wrapped in red paper that I drew balloons on. I asked him not to open it until we are alone together.

A day of tit torture

I laid a one inch thick slab of plywood on a play table in the barn and screwed it down. I gagged the slave and had him crawl up on the plywood. I used metal strapping material up and down his body to screw him down. No, he can't move.

His cock was hard, just the way I like it. I gay his cock some tongue. I clipped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on his tits and left him. I go back now and then to see how he's doing. He mumbled a plea to have the clamps removed. I told him that he wasn't going to wimp out on me. I turned the clamps, he howled and I left stoking my crotch through my jeans. He was hurting and I was getting excited.

Last Night

So we were staying in a hotel in San Francisco last night. Master had me tied quite inescapable, in fact, uncomfortably inescapable. He had stuffed a wash cloth into my mouth, tied it in place with a dirty sock then wrapped duct tape around it several times.

I'd been that way since lunch.

He slipped into his 20 hole grinders and laced then snuggly over his tightest leather jeans. His words were muffled a bit by a cigar that he held in his mouth. "I'm going out for a few hours but don't worry, I'll tighten your bondage and wrap more tape around your gag before I leave and so you won't get bored, I'll clamp you tits and the tip of your cock".

He turned the lights out just before leaving. "Don't forget", he said, "You're in a hotel room and you don't want to disturb the other guests", he laughed as he closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the hallway.

So, wherever you are, that's were you are.

Pain set in quickly as the teeth from the clamp on the tip of my cock started to work into my flesh.

Master, soon to be husband, warned me that we were to spend our "honeymoon" as husband and object. It seems to me that the knots in my harness are tightening and I plan on enjoying it.

Picnic Lunch Among the Redwoods

Driving down the road, the car made a sudden left turn into a park, seemingly having a mind of it's own. It was Master's cock that was navigating!

It was a cool fuckin' time.
Master had me lay on a picnic table with my jeans down around my knees. He fucked me right there.
It was the second time today.

We got home just after lunch then had to drive the rental to the local econo lease office.
We're heading north with the truck to pick up the Pygmy Goats that we purchased. We bought a pair to add to our menagerie. Butch is building a space in the barn for them tomorrow.  They are supposedly prodigious breeders during their second year. Sounds like they will fit in perfectly at the ranch.

I've posted the above drawing before. It's an absolute turn on because it is something
that Master likes to do to what you see in the picture to me.

 

 

 

 

 

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?

 

 

 

It is just one of those days

I woke and went outside to get an early start on cleaning the barns.  I just finished shoveling and sweeping when Master walked into the barn and grabbed me. I pushed me onto my knees and force feed me his piss then grabbed the back of my head and force fucked, stopping short of coming. He made me stand with my hands on a fence, exposing my ass for him.

I finished my work with jiz and shit dribbling down my legs inside my jeans.

I went in to clean up while Pete sent the aroma of coffee and breakfast through the house.

I believe that Master read my blog from yesterday. He slipped a noose around my neck and threw the rude end over the beam in his office. I stood, nearly choking as he worked at his desk. He back handed me every time he passed me with his gloved hand. He wore the sap gloves that he bought yesterday all morning while he worked. Of course, he looked extra hot with them on and of course, he used them to make me hot and painfully horny.

Damn Chastity Belt!

My hands were crossed high up my back to keep them out of his way, especially when he worked my butt over with his gloved hands. My muscles are deeply bruised. I felt that when I sat down for lunch.

 

image from: http://www.metalbondnyc.com/#

 

 

My immediate feeling, based on the Russian Governments policy toward Gay People is to boycott the games completely.  A second thought is that Gay People should go to compete, just as Jesse Owens did when he went to Nazi Germany in 1936.  Show the Russian government and Putin that we are the champions as Gay Athletes and a nation that is evolving on a very important civil rights issue and that we are strong enough to rectify the wrongs that have blocked freedom for all Americans.

 

 

 

 

image from Tumblr

 

This image is such a turn on for me. I would like a LONG TERM
trip exactly like the action in the picture.  Note the actual hardware
around the guys neck.



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

The Debate

I have a few things on my plate this weekend. One is a creative decision that exposes a little more of my personal life than I feel comfortable with. I'm thinking my time may be better spent working on a site exposing my art rather than my sex life. I might keep this blog and places pictures from my collection of porn with less narrative.

It's a debate that I have with myself from time to time.

 

I have fantasized about being bound and gagged while having a huge snake wrap itself around my body. It would tighten itself around me with every exhalation.  I could hardly control myself when I saw this picture.

Response to Slave Jack

We live on a large piece of land. It is generally dark an quiet at night. It makes sense to have minimal security as a deterrent and for protection.  We respond via cell phone to arrivals at the gate during daylight hours. We want to see who is at the gate before we open it at night. The floods outside the house and outbuildings help us see what is going on out there, if anything. We originally decided to install the security equipment when one of my half-brothers was threatening me. It was legitimate since he was a half baked self declared army of god who was prone to acting out his anger. That was why we hired Christian. (my brother died from a heart attack during one of his invectives)

The dogs and geese are natural alarms and they're more fun than electronics so the security equipment is for night or when humans aren't home.


So,
I've been answering email for three hours, which is always a pleasure.

You can contact me at
Trace734@gmail.com   if you have something to ask me in private.

Going home

Master got an unexpected call this morning and left for London.  I decided to go home after visiting a doctor for pain in the middle of the night. My session with the dominatrix did a number on me so I'm supposed to rest up for a week or two.

My flight is supposed to leave for Atlanta in about 60 minutes.  I'm looking forward to the leather, fur and sleeping in my own bed. I'm looking forward to eating in my own kitchen and I'm looking forward to watching movies in English. I'm looking forward to taking pounding waterfall showers in my own bathroom and I'm looking forward to having Sancho waiting for me when I step out to dry myself. I've had enough travel for a good long while. I want to stay home to enjoy my family.

I'm in a wheel chair because it is painful to walk. I'm taking a painkiller the minute I am in the plane and I'm going to sleep all the way to Atlanta.

Recovering

Yesterday was a nightmare. It left me feeling out of whack and in pain. I've done almost nothing today except soak in a hot tube and have a massage from a bulgy guy in white shirt and slacks wearing white shoes with pink rubber soles.

My body weight hanging unevenly from one leg for several hours has pulled muscles the cause pain in my left leg, hips and lower back.

The hotel linens are actually linen with a down comforter. The pillows are linen covered and overstuffed with down the crackles under the weight of my head.  Every thing on TV is in French so I understand about half of what is being said. We Americans are so illiterate sometimes.

Master got tired of doing nothing so he went out on his own. I can tell that he's pissed at himself for my situation but he will never tell me that.  Master's Privilege is to do as they want with their property. We discussed it and I let him know how I feel about it. Enough said. I would never do anything to undermine his position in our relationship but he said he would never bring me to a woman again.