I took my boy, my slave to get his Apadrvya yesterday. He came though it like a well trained slave. He laid there with barely more than a wince when the needle punched through his Meatus. The slave's cock is very sore. He said it's like cock torture that never ends.
I'm leaving for London to do some business for ten days. I will post if I have the chance. The slave wanted to go with but this is going to be all business and I won't have time to give him attention. Rather than leave him home, I'm took him and his iron up to spend some time doing what the two of them do so well together. This time, the boy won't have me to fall back on for pity. Actually, the last time he was there I missed him to much to leave him.
Slave took all of the chastity devices and the chains that Ray fitted for him so that Ray can make adjustments so that I can further secure his cock (when it heals) in the devices.
Ray treated us to coffee and a simple breakfast then measured the slave for the new device that I'm having built for him. Everything looks great. I stayed long enough to help rivet the slave into his iron and see him locked in Ray's outdoor cell. Even though the slave was a bit disappointment because I wouldn't let him travel with me, he seemed happy with his situation. Before locking the cell door, the slave asked Ray to limit his range of motion more. Ray laughed a bit then pulled the chain, locking the slave's wrists against his body. "Sir? could you please gag me before you leave?" Ray laughed again and then locked his head in a ball gag head harness. The slave closed his eyes and fell silent,
The slave keeps looking at this video. Do you think he wants this done to him?
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Showing posts with label prisoner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prisoner. Show all posts
Friday, March 13, 2015
Friday, December 12, 2014
Out of Service
The door closed quietly behind. The latch slide into place and the key turned in the lock.
Alone in this cell, the cement blocks and the steel door would be my new home until Master returned home to free me. The cell had a stainless toilet and sink combination and a stainless steel platform supporting a thin tear and soil proof mattress. The small window in the door was covered from the outside and locked. A slot at waist height was where they slide my food trays into the cell or handcuff my hands behind my back before they take me to the shower.
Solitary confinement can do horrible things to a man's mind or it can free a man's mind to wander endlessly with a complete lack of awareness of the time. It just passes, robbing a man of his connection to reality.
Naked with no hair, a man can't even gauge time by the length of his hair. The chastity belt prevents self stimulation.
Three weeks have passed.
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It started one afternoon when Master hogged tied me with my calves tied against my thighs. He added a rope that was tied to a rope harness that he knotted around my chest. The other end was tied around my wrists. He raised me to my knees to attach a rope from the celling to my wrists that raised them to a severe Strappado position. I could balance on my knee caps to relieve the stress in my shoulders caused by Strappado or drop to kneel normally to relieve the pain in my knees. He sat back and watched the torture that he was inflicting on me.
He came to me after I began to feel exhaustion to untie my knees. He ordered me to sit my legs in a full lotus position then tied me into the position. He added a rope between my neck and folded legs so that my face pulled toward my knees causing the Strappado to pull tight and high behind my back.
He gagged me then slapped and punched me all over my body as I began to vocalize in response to the pain.
Alone in this cell, the cement blocks and the steel door would be my new home until Master returned home to free me. The cell had a stainless toilet and sink combination and a stainless steel platform supporting a thin tear and soil proof mattress. The small window in the door was covered from the outside and locked. A slot at waist height was where they slide my food trays into the cell or handcuff my hands behind my back before they take me to the shower.
Solitary confinement can do horrible things to a man's mind or it can free a man's mind to wander endlessly with a complete lack of awareness of the time. It just passes, robbing a man of his connection to reality.
Naked with no hair, a man can't even gauge time by the length of his hair. The chastity belt prevents self stimulation.
Three weeks have passed.
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It started one afternoon when Master hogged tied me with my calves tied against my thighs. He added a rope that was tied to a rope harness that he knotted around my chest. The other end was tied around my wrists. He raised me to my knees to attach a rope from the celling to my wrists that raised them to a severe Strappado position. I could balance on my knee caps to relieve the stress in my shoulders caused by Strappado or drop to kneel normally to relieve the pain in my knees. He sat back and watched the torture that he was inflicting on me.
He came to me after I began to feel exhaustion to untie my knees. He ordered me to sit my legs in a full lotus position then tied me into the position. He added a rope between my neck and folded legs so that my face pulled toward my knees causing the Strappado to pull tight and high behind my back.
He gagged me then slapped and punched me all over my body as I began to vocalize in response to the pain.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
CHANGE
Change is good.
A note on my desk; "I am in the wine cellar cell".
He was standing at attention facing the corner. He is able to enter the cell but cannot
get out if he closes the door from inside the cell.
His face was red from the choke collar. It was dangerous for him to continue wearing it
so I removed it. I replaced it with a heavy iron collar that is chained to a ring near the floor.
I left him in the dark.
A note on my desk; "I am in the wine cellar cell".
He was standing at attention facing the corner. He is able to enter the cell but cannot
get out if he closes the door from inside the cell.
His face was red from the choke collar. It was dangerous for him to continue wearing it
so I removed it. I replaced it with a heavy iron collar that is chained to a ring near the floor.
I left him in the dark.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Home Slave, Home
The prisoner was chained to the Oak tree on the side of the shed. Wraith walked me out to talk to him as I had invited him to join the conversation.
"Warden Wraith tells me that you asked to stop this treatment. Do you want us to end this?"
"Master, I will do what you want."
"What do YOU want boy!"
"I want to go home and be with you, I don't care about the chains, but I wish we could go home and live more vanilla for a while. I'm just feeling that I'm running on empty. I need to work. I need to walk in animal shit in my work boots and I need to work in my studio."
I gave Wraith a nod and he unlocked the chain that held the boy prisoner under the tree. I helped the boy to his feet and held him under his arm as he struggled to follow Wraith to his studio. The chains and restraints were very heavy, restrictive and cumbersome. We helped the boy climb onto the work table. Wraith told him that he had to drill the shaft of the rivets and that there would be a lot of uncomfortable vibration and hammering. He also told the boy to let him know if the heat from drilling got too hot for him.
"Before we start we have two other things to discuss. Master Ian, do the chains go with you or stay here with me?" He handed the branding Iron to me for me to inspect. "When do we take care of this?"
I paused and held the iron in front of the boy. His eyes opened wide with fear. "Do you want this boy?" He stuttered "that is something that I cannot say. I would be honored if that is what you want, Master, SIR! I do not presume to know your intention".
Wraith laid the iron in the brazier until it glowed a sinister red then waved it in the air for several minutes to let it cool. The boy laid still as if he was restrained directly to the table. Wraith position the iron above the boys buttock and looked at me to approve the positioning. I nodded and Wraith set the hot iron to mark the boy indelibly with my initials. He winced and tightened then relaxed. He cried silently.
Wraith removed the irons from the boys body. He reached up and hugged Wraith and thanked him for everything. He asked him to come down to stay at the house whenever he wanted. He hugged me and apologized for falling short of living through my plans and hugged me like he never hugged me before.
We invited Wraith for dinner out with us but he said he had a job to finish by the end of the week.
He dressed the boys wound and we climbed into the truck and headed for home. We stopped for a late lunch. The boy was so tired that he ate very little. While in the truck, he put his hand on my thigh and leaned back in his seat and fell asleep.
The chains rattled in the bed of the truck.
"Warden Wraith tells me that you asked to stop this treatment. Do you want us to end this?"
"Master, I will do what you want."
"What do YOU want boy!"
"I want to go home and be with you, I don't care about the chains, but I wish we could go home and live more vanilla for a while. I'm just feeling that I'm running on empty. I need to work. I need to walk in animal shit in my work boots and I need to work in my studio."
I gave Wraith a nod and he unlocked the chain that held the boy prisoner under the tree. I helped the boy to his feet and held him under his arm as he struggled to follow Wraith to his studio. The chains and restraints were very heavy, restrictive and cumbersome. We helped the boy climb onto the work table. Wraith told him that he had to drill the shaft of the rivets and that there would be a lot of uncomfortable vibration and hammering. He also told the boy to let him know if the heat from drilling got too hot for him.
"Before we start we have two other things to discuss. Master Ian, do the chains go with you or stay here with me?" He handed the branding Iron to me for me to inspect. "When do we take care of this?"
I paused and held the iron in front of the boy. His eyes opened wide with fear. "Do you want this boy?" He stuttered "that is something that I cannot say. I would be honored if that is what you want, Master, SIR! I do not presume to know your intention".
Wraith laid the iron in the brazier until it glowed a sinister red then waved it in the air for several minutes to let it cool. The boy laid still as if he was restrained directly to the table. Wraith position the iron above the boys buttock and looked at me to approve the positioning. I nodded and Wraith set the hot iron to mark the boy indelibly with my initials. He winced and tightened then relaxed. He cried silently.
Wraith removed the irons from the boys body. He reached up and hugged Wraith and thanked him for everything. He asked him to come down to stay at the house whenever he wanted. He hugged me and apologized for falling short of living through my plans and hugged me like he never hugged me before.
We invited Wraith for dinner out with us but he said he had a job to finish by the end of the week.
He dressed the boys wound and we climbed into the truck and headed for home. We stopped for a late lunch. The boy was so tired that he ate very little. While in the truck, he put his hand on my thigh and leaned back in his seat and fell asleep.
The chains rattled in the bed of the truck.
Unhappy Prisoner
The prisoner is apparently unhappy today. He is apathetic and not eating. Not eating is common for him so I am not worried about that but being apathetic is. He also asked to be let out of the irons twice, each time Wraith visited him today. He doesn't know this but three separate requests and a counseling and he's out. He would spoil this for himself.
He also told Wraith that he knows I am home and he wants to go home to be with me.
I am driving up to bring him home. I cannot say if he will remain in chains. If he asks to have them removed again, we'll talk and it he still wants out, Wraith will strike the rivets.
We're pushing the event planned for Saturday up to today. Wraith made a branding iron with my initials. My slave is not anticipating this but I know he wants it.
What will it mean to wear my identification for the rest of his life?
Christian returned from Germany this morning. Butch and his slave Daniel have graduated from the Chateau. Christian said that Daniel broke at one point but regained himself after a quick visit from Butch. The two of them are driving through Germany for a week then coming home.
He also told Wraith that he knows I am home and he wants to go home to be with me.
I am driving up to bring him home. I cannot say if he will remain in chains. If he asks to have them removed again, we'll talk and it he still wants out, Wraith will strike the rivets.
We're pushing the event planned for Saturday up to today. Wraith made a branding iron with my initials. My slave is not anticipating this but I know he wants it.
What will it mean to wear my identification for the rest of his life?
Christian returned from Germany this morning. Butch and his slave Daniel have graduated from the Chateau. Christian said that Daniel broke at one point but regained himself after a quick visit from Butch. The two of them are driving through Germany for a week then coming home.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
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.
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.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Prisoner's Progress
Rich or Wraith as he is known and I had a conversation about my boy and prisoner earlier today.
Wraith laid down his rules for his prisoner. They were the usual;
Never look him above his knees unless told to do so.
Never speak unless required by Wraith.
Always begin and end a sentence with Sir.
Attempts to escape will be met with more pain than he has ever felt.
Eat and Drink everything he is given. Failure to do so will result in skipped meals for two days.
To demonstrate punishment, Wraith produced his antique sjambok from South Africa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sjambok . He placed a pillow on his work bench and gave it a whack. It split the pillow, sending stuffing every where. The foolish boy requested that he receive a sample. Wraith bent him over the edge of the table and gave him a whack on his buttocks. Mind you, it was not a full arm swing. That would have cut into the boys ass. Wraith made the boy clean up the mess from the pillow then brought him out to the shed behind the Studio and chained the boy to the floor using the chain that hung from the back of the collar. He could reach a plastic covered mattress and a bucket to relieve himself.
Wraith told me that his prisoner slept soundly. A picture that Wraith sent me showed the prisoner seeming to sink through his mattress. His fingers grasped his left nipple and he stretched out as long as the chains allowed. Wraith chained him under an Oak tree during the day. He looked completely at ease as if he was sprawled out in a poolside chaise. He held the iron belt as if to relieve himself of it's weight. Even in restrictive bondage he has far more freedom than he had in the dungeon.
Wraith laid down his rules for his prisoner. They were the usual;
Never look him above his knees unless told to do so.
Never speak unless required by Wraith.
Always begin and end a sentence with Sir.
Attempts to escape will be met with more pain than he has ever felt.
Eat and Drink everything he is given. Failure to do so will result in skipped meals for two days.
To demonstrate punishment, Wraith produced his antique sjambok from South Africa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sjambok . He placed a pillow on his work bench and gave it a whack. It split the pillow, sending stuffing every where. The foolish boy requested that he receive a sample. Wraith bent him over the edge of the table and gave him a whack on his buttocks. Mind you, it was not a full arm swing. That would have cut into the boys ass. Wraith made the boy clean up the mess from the pillow then brought him out to the shed behind the Studio and chained the boy to the floor using the chain that hung from the back of the collar. He could reach a plastic covered mattress and a bucket to relieve himself.
Wraith told me that his prisoner slept soundly. A picture that Wraith sent me showed the prisoner seeming to sink through his mattress. His fingers grasped his left nipple and he stretched out as long as the chains allowed. Wraith chained him under an Oak tree during the day. He looked completely at ease as if he was sprawled out in a poolside chaise. He held the iron belt as if to relieve himself of it's weight. Even in restrictive bondage he has far more freedom than he had in the dungeon.
Prisoner
The event came as a complete shock to the boy He never in his life thought it would happen. I is a fantasy that he thought would be fun but I am sure the reality of it was beyond his psychological reach. He is so far away from being a criminal besides what he wants, he wants to be safe. Then I read the story that he drew me to and realized that I can easily make him my prisoner. I had two ways to do it. I could bring him to the Chateau. They would keep him for the rest of his life if I wanted that. The better way was to keep him prisoner myself. I have everything I need. I could never live without him in my life. He is my most precious and I am obsessed with him.
The chains are very permanent, if I want them to be. Hot riveting them in place was risky business because he could have been burned. If anyone could do it, it was Rich. Rich can also remove them without damaging the boy or the irons when the time comes.
The collar weighs between 3 and 5 pounds. It is connected to an Iron belt that rests on the hips. A chain goes from the belt and hangs just below the knees before it separates and connects to ankle irons. Chains connected to the sides of the belt connect to wrist irons. His hands can be restrained front of back or shortened so that they are secured at his sides. A chain hangs down from the back of the collar this is padlocked to the back, a wall, the floor, what have you. He can be mobile but restricted. He can feed himself and tend to his bodily functions or he can be heavily restricted.
His psychological state determines the length of imprisonment but he will be done on December 14th so that we can make our trip to Europe. (I have not explained anything to him.)
His cock was raging when he was riveted in the chains but his head dropped when I left him in Rich's hands. When I gave him permission to speak, he asked me why. I told him, "because I want to". I told him to behave for his new warden as he would for me.
I, of course, get updates on his condition.
The chains are very permanent, if I want them to be. Hot riveting them in place was risky business because he could have been burned. If anyone could do it, it was Rich. Rich can also remove them without damaging the boy or the irons when the time comes.
The collar weighs between 3 and 5 pounds. It is connected to an Iron belt that rests on the hips. A chain goes from the belt and hangs just below the knees before it separates and connects to ankle irons. Chains connected to the sides of the belt connect to wrist irons. His hands can be restrained front of back or shortened so that they are secured at his sides. A chain hangs down from the back of the collar this is padlocked to the back, a wall, the floor, what have you. He can be mobile but restricted. He can feed himself and tend to his bodily functions or he can be heavily restricted.
His psychological state determines the length of imprisonment but he will be done on December 14th so that we can make our trip to Europe. (I have not explained anything to him.)
His cock was raging when he was riveted in the chains but his head dropped when I left him in Rich's hands. When I gave him permission to speak, he asked me why. I told him, "because I want to". I told him to behave for his new warden as he would for me.
I, of course, get updates on his condition.
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