More about Tattoos

I found this picture on tumblr. I think the work is beautiful and so is the guy but what will he look like as he ages. I wonder what kind of work he does. Does a facial tattoo make it difficult to find a job? He looks clean cut and tattoos don't have the stigma that they had when I was this kids age but a lot of business decision makers may disqualify him. 


Me and my sore ass.  I wasn't even awake when Master had his cock up my ass this morning. His appetite for sex is relentless. I'd like to see him locked in a chastity belt for just one week to see how crazy it would make him.

I spent a couple hours on the floor in Master's office this afternoon. He locked a Punisher Chastity Device on my cock and put pricker pads under my short rubber cat suit then hog tied me so I was forced to lay on the prickers and spikes. He didn't gag me. I presumed he want to hear me moan from the discomfort he was causing me by stabbing my tits and cock.

Nose against the wall and a box of rubber

Master told me to get my ass over to the wall and stand there with my nose touching it until he decided what to do with me. He ripped a corner from a page in his magazine and placed it between my nose and the wall.  He used a leather collar with cuffs attached to a strap that extend down the back, terminating in attached leather cuffs.  He moved me from the wall where I was standing to the wall where the bracket extending from the wall with an attached ball stretching holds me against the wall.  Master replaced the paper between my nose and the wall.

I stood trapped with the fear of punishment for letting the paper drop.  He left me there for hours before a the geese made a big fuss over a visitor trespassing within their realm.  Master came out of his office to answer the call, followed by Panza, the Great Pyrenees who is constantly at his heals.

Master came into the family room where I stood naked and restrained.
"That's our victim", Master told the man who was wearing a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves and tan bib overalls. I can let him loose if you need me to. The man said that it would help him get an accurate set of measurements. He measured my height, width from front to back and from side to side. Butch walked in and greeted Jim, who is his friend.  Master put me back in restraints and placed the paper between my nose and the wall then offered lunch to Jim, Butch and Dan.

The three men were in the kitchen eating when the geese and dogs started making noise again.  A UPS driving honked his horn to get our attention.  The dogs love him but the geese attack everything until we shoo them away.  A delivery arrived from London. Master acted like a child on Christmas morning.

Master came to release me from the wall.  He slapped me on my butt with his brawny bare hand and told me that I had been "his good boy" because I held the piece of paper in place without mishap. He told me to open the parcel.  It contained a full length thin rubber cat suit, another suit that was much thicker. It had an attached hood, socks and mitts and a rubber straight jacket that has legs.  The only openings in the heavy suit are tubes that are intended to fit into the nostrils.
"I'm excited about getting you into this gear".
"Today Sir"?
"No, not until your box arrives".

Reference:   http://www.metalbondnyc.com/story/the-box/

Self-Bondage for Master's Amusement.

I cleaned myself out and went out to clean in the barn with Dan then crawled back in bed where Master was still sleeping.  I put my arm over his chest and laid there watching his chest expand with each breathe until I fell asleep again with my face in his arm pit.  He smelled of healthy sweat and cigar.

I woke when he lifted my ass in the air and began squirting lube into my hole.  He slipped his cock inside of me and slid in and out.  He was impossibly gentle.  My head swam in ecstasy and chills run u and down my spine as he kissed my back, neck and ears. I came without control or warning.  The orgasm rocked me, making me feel like I would pass out. Master exploded, washing my entire gut with his seed.  He groaned as he shot. He continued to fuck me until he came a second time.

After taking a shower together, I dried Master and then myself. He had thrown my Groethal chastity belt with the butt plug on the bed.  He fastened it and then handed me one of the diapers that he bought the day before.

"I want you to put this on and then go to the playroom and lock yourself in bondage that you can't escape from.  Gag yourself and put some sort of blinder on.  If I don't think you did a good enough job, I will punish you then rebind you.  If I like the job, I will tighten things up and leave you without punishing you".

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.