The Real Life Implications of Slavery

I am writing this because I read a question about finding resources for a Master and slave.

http://www.metalbondnyc.com/metalbond-mail-a-question-about-the-real-life-implications-of-slavery/

 

I wanted to comment on The Real Life Implications of Slavery

My slave came to me via my Recon Posting and ad on Craig’s List. I was looking for guys who wanted to objectivized for an undetermined period of time that depended on my interest in that person. A lot of guys answered but few interested me enough to respond with anything other than “thanks but…”, whatever comment I decided to make. Most of them were “do me” guys who had no interest in what I wanted. Believe me when I tell you, this venture was all about what I wanted to do to the object, not what he wanted.

I offered to meet a few guys at an upscale cigar bar for a relaxing drink over a long smoke. A few of them refused outright because they were not into smoke. A few came to the bar, most didn’t show. The ad and profile was like casting a net into an empty sea. I started to realize that my efforts were futile and that I would have to continue with one-night hook-ups to get off. Then this unassuming character sent me a message. “What would you want of me, Sir? I have no time constraints, experience and few limitations. I am interested in learning more about YOU”.

He was under dressed when he came into the bar but walked in looking unimpressed and he appeared nervous but comfortable at the same time. He ordered top shelf and paid with a handful of crumpled up bills from his pocket but accidently dropped his American Express Black Card. He quickly picked it up and hid it while stuffing it back in his pocket. He looked almost embarrassed about it. He apologized, I don’t know why.

The entire conversation was about me and what I wanted. He had very little to say about himself. Then without provocation he started addressing me as “SIR”.

He had four limitations, no scat, no blood, no scars in places visible by the public and no permanent injuries. They were common sense limitations that I impose upon myself. I started to talk about a contract. He said, “Sir, if we enter a contract, I am imposing limitations on you by the very nature of the definition of the word contract. Your ad stated that you were looking for a person to treat as an object for a undefined period of time depending on how interested that person can keep you. My limitations are the only conditions if we mutually decide to enter into this adventure.

He was an intelligent boy who had obviously thought about contractual relationships, sexual fantasies and his role in the Leather Lifestyle. Though not imposing his charisma and sense of self-worth, he impressed me. He was a no bull shit guy who knew what he wanted and that to get it, he had to allow me to take the lead.

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The Day

Don't worry guys, I haven't decided either way about discontinuing the blog.


We had a full table for breakfast this morning. We discussed the up-coming harvest and Butch and Daniel's trip. Daniel's demeanor has changed. He is far more conscious about serving Butch before taking care of himself. He wears the same collar that my slave has fixed permanently around his neck. He pulled his shirt up to show the brand and tattoo on his ribs. slave pulled his shorts down to display his new brand. Daniel looked envious and asked where it was done. Butch told him to wait until the brand on his ribs heals before thinking of getting another one.

 

The Talena Collar is available with or without a lock.
You can request a pin that once inserted it cannot be removed.

 

 

slave is horny as hell. It is a damn good thing that he can't get at his genitals. His chastity is torment today. He is being denied everything except positional bondage until I feel he has had enough of the "vanilla" treatment. He's finding it hard to concentrate in the studio so I sent him outside to work

 

 



Fun with subliminal hypnotism. It really works.

As I have stated, slave with left in his sleep sack for over 30 hours during which he wore headphones that played music interspersed with messages from me. It played in a loop. Mixed in the loop were almost inaudible suggestions that cause certain behaviors upon command. He was not aware of those commands.

The commands cause him to cross his arms behind his back until the release command is given.
Close his eyes tightly as if blindfolded.
Close his mouth tightly as if he is tightly gagged.
Walk as if his ankles are chained.
Playing these suggestions over and over has definitely worked. We played with him during breakfast this morning. He was about to put food into his mouth when I said the magic word that tied his wrists tightly behind his back. He carefully put his fork down and crossed his wrists behind his back and could not free himself until I gave the command. It works with all four suggestions. The suggestions will eventually fade if not reinforced or I can give a command to ignore those commands in the future. The kid likes it.

Butch and Daniel have been Master and slave for several months. They are getting married in six days to consummate their relationship. There will be a reception to honor the wedding which is taking place among the olive trees. They will be leaving for a two honeymoon in Germany where the two will become members of the Chateau. Chris and I are sponsoring them.

The slaves have an announcement that they will be making late this evening.

Just thinking

I'm guessing that most bottoms and slaves fantasize about someone slightly older, definitely stronger and larger, as well as ruthlessly demanding to dominate them. I know that is what I fantasized about when I went out on the prowl. I never dismissed someone because they were smaller or younger because it did nothing for me but limit my experiences.

I once bumped into a guy that I would consider tiny. I'm 6'1" and he was less that 5'6". His fantasies were opposite of mine. He like to dominate bigger guys, especially guys my height of taller. I wondered if it was because he had some sort of size envy or was teased for being a small guy. He talked me into going home with him one night. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and enforced his commands with an electric baton that he bought at The Spy Store. One brush with that toy told me that he wasn't messing around. He was not afraid of causing another guy pain and as it turned out, he was ruthlessly creative.

As I got to know him, I learned that he had a black belt in several martial art forms. Not only that, he could move like a monkey to dominate his opponents. We got to be close and he referred to me as "his boy", especially at parties or bars.

When I answered Master's ad looking for men to treat as objects, I gave no credence for to my fantasies concerning age or strength. I answered it because unless he was a bull shitter, he was ruthlessly demanding. He was looking for a pain pig to keep in bondage. I was emotionally at a loss in my life and looking for someone to give me a thrill. I definitely wasn't looking for what I found.
He is slightly older, much larger and stronger and frighteningly (at times) demanding.

Sometimes I wonder at my good fortune, especially now that we've gotten to know and trust each other. We've come a long way since the days in his dungeon when I was left alone on the floor wrapped in a straightjacket, blindfolded and gagged with duct tape with a three foot chain attaching my collar to the floor. I lay, seemingly ignored for days, in the mess that I had no choice in making.
He beat my ass brutally for making the mess after I had been forced to clean it. Oddly enough, it was never enough. The longer he kept me prisoner, the more I could see into his heart and like what I
knew of him.

Master encourages me in everything that I do unless it is pure folly. He keeps hold of my leash which is often too long and he is endlessly kind but still, his ownership is obvious in the way that he controls me. "Das Es" as Freud called it, sometimes longs for more of what happened in our first thirty days of being Owner and object. The problem is that I think we passed our ability to more than entertain it in play for more than a few days. It would not be possible to function as a useful member of society without exploring a more constructive purpose, especially given the dreams that we are building on together.

 

This photo is from ropestopbay. It is not me.
Master loves this position. He keeps me in it for long periods of time.
He can actually carry me around when I am frog tied.
It becomes painful.

Who knows, maybe he will put me in a straightjacket and chain me to the floor again sometime in the future and maybe he will find strength to leave me there longer. It would be more demoralizing for me now that I have so much that I love doing everyday. Maybe I am just full of egotistical bull shit.

PURPLE SOUP

Joe had the day off so I decided to make lunch.  I made Avgolemono (Greek Egg Lemon Soup) with chicken and BLT sandwiches with avocado spread instead of mayonnaise. It was all very good tasting but the soup was purple.  We never have white rice in the house so I decided to use Chinese Black rice, which is actually extremely dark purple. Dark purple is okay. Dark red, blue and purple food is high in antioxidants, right?  This soup was a lovely shade of Easter lavender.  The guys fussed about the color but all asked for a second serving.

It was an easy day. All of our work was done by lunch time. The vineyard labor is done for now.  Irrigation is in and everything is planted. We all took the afternoon off.

I had been thinking that Master hadn't given a good beating since before we got married. I wondered if we were becoming old married people that I've heard sad stories about. They have a heated relationship then gradually lose interest in what brought them together. I've also heard about Masters who say they love their slaves too much to "hurt them" or they just get tired of playing because it's no longer unpredictable.

It is a wonder how two people can be so close but stop communicating. In my case, I never want to be pushy, I have always hoped for the unexpected but that doesn't always work. Just as I chanced to start a discussion about it, Master took me out to the barn that we've fitted out for a dungeon. He ordered me to strip completely and told me to put my shit kickers back on. He coiled rope around my wrists and slipped a hook through the coil. He tied my ankles together and then above and below my knees. He pulled my wrists high above me by a rope that hung over the beam above.

"You're not going to like this but I think we both need this". He tortured my tits and cock and balls. It wasn't the usual play torture. He was intense and very sadistic. I screamed and broke in to tears but it only egged him on. He turned his attention to my back side. Using a cane and strap, he beat me and then beat me more until I stopped reacting. He turned his attention to my front side. He beat me from neck to toe using a long narrow ruler shaped paddle.

He was right, Master pushed me beyond my limits. He pushed me after I begged him to stop. He said "no" to every plea and every time he said "no" my cock seemed to grow harder. I felt wonderful once he dropped me to the ground and picked me up again. He held me for the longest time.

Areas of my body were dark purple, like the color of Chinese Black Rice.

 

 

Wheel of Misfortune

Master found a link to something called The Wheel of Misfortune:  http://www.time2cum.com/wheel.html

He decided to play with the program and then called me into the office to take my chances with the wheel as he modified it.

He made four categories; Bondage, Bondage and Torture, Bondage and Whipping and Bondage and Spanking. On another wheel he put time for activity ranging from 1 to 24 hours. I first spun the activity wheel then the time wheel until we lined up the next nine days. Of course, actual fuck and suck wasn’t optional because we engage in that at least once each day, that is to say, he uses me as his cum receptacle unless he decides to unlock whatever chastity device I am locked and that is now a rare occurrence, so that I can cum.

Bondage	4 hours
Bondage and Whipping	6 hours
Bondage and Torture	6 hours
Bondage and Whipping	18 hours
Bondage and Spanking	1 Hour
Bondage and Torture	1 Hour
Bondage	12 Hours
Bondage and Torture	16 Hours
Bondage	8 Hours

 Master plans to do more programming involving this idea and then publish it.

 

Marriage:

I’ve given Same Sex Marriage a lot of thought over the years. I thought it was stupid at first thinking, why do we need to follow hetero rules. Then I came to think of it as a civil rights and equality issue but didn’t hold much value in the union because every gay man that I new wanted to fuck and run. If they didn’t, I saw them as being clingy and jealous. I have loved people but lost them all for one reason or another. It felt like a natural occurrence to have people die or decide change. I love anyway, I’m not afraid of being hurt. “Love many things” – Van Gogh, “Love is all you need” – Lennon & McCartney.

Maybe that’s why the ranch is so important. A family is building itself among hills and visible distant sparkling lakes. Animals live with and trust us. People gather around our fires. Is there a need for papers to prove our love?

 

Apparently, Among the lawyers and people who hate, we need to legally protect what we are building. There is no other way to do it. Even wills and legal documents can be broken.

I have no problem publicly announcing my love for Ian.

 

 

 

 

Fantasy from Star Trek

 

Many years ago, I saw a Star Trek episode that featured Captain Kirk, Ohura and Dr. Leonard McCoy. I don’t remember much about the episode except that they were being held captive in a room. They didn’t know who their captor was. The three characters were wearing wide belts that caused pain every time they did something the captor didn’t like.

Being a pervy kid, the belts, the pain they caused and the control they exerted on the characters turned me on to the point that I had to cover my crotch with a pillow while watching it to hide my erection from the other people in the room. From that day on, it was one of my favorite kinky fantasies that were buried along with everything that had taken my libido to new heights.

Some time ago, I found a police equipment site that developed and sold Stun Belts. I tried to order one but the company only sold them to verifiable law enforcement agencies. I tied a few places but got the same response from every company that I tried so I gave up on the idea and buried it in the back of my mind again along with everything that I thought I would never experience. I don’t recall that I ever mentioned the fantasy to Master.

My friends treated me to sensations from their stun equipment. They are heavily into electrical stimulation. One of them is actually an electrical engineer with a talent for designing and building electrical torture devices to use on his boi.

My friend the electrician wrapped the belt around my waist just above the hip bone so that I couldn’t slide it down to escape it. The belt closes with heavy duty Velcro. A steel cable is threaded through and around the belt then locked. Removal is impossible. Master stood ready waiting to catch me as my friend pushed the button on the remote control that triggered the belt to shoot a 50,000 volt stun throughout my body that lasts eight seconds. It feels like an eternity. The experience cured me of that fantasy in a hurry.

The electrical engineer modified the belt so that he is able to lower the voltage so that it is less devastating.  He demonstrated his modification at lower power. I found the lower levels tolerable, in a pervy way, so that it could be used as a toy. Master tried the belt. He felt the maximum stun but did not respond to it so violently and enjoyed the lower levels of stimulation. He asked our friend if he could build one for his use with the same kind of modification.

We have an appointment to view a couple more properties this afternoon before we head to the airport to catch our flight home. We’ve had a great time here in Aspen. We got to feel a little real winter and made two or three runs each day. Night life is varied more than what we usually experience since we didn’t go to any gay bars. We fed well and enjoyed a few drinks along with bumping in to old and new friends. We saw a handful of celebrities who were trying to remain anonymous and a couple politicians who weren’t.

I got tied up a couple times. The most interesting was a reproduction I found on my Tumblr account.

I was left tied for several hours. I enjoyed the position because it was secure and still comfortable. My friend’s boy was tied similarly. I have a new favorite position!

 

 

 

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?

 

 

 

Intense Bondage

Picture from Tumblr

 

Intense Bondage

Okay!  I posted this picture a couple days ago. I commented that I hoped the guy in the picture was wearing clamps on his man tits and a collar. I don’t do it to intentionally make a suggestion to Master but he increasing takes my commentary as some that I’d like to experience.  Master reads my blog everyday so he knows what I am saying in it and often edits the posts if I say something he doesn’t like.
He read my comments on the picture and decided to try me and see how long I would last.

We finished our business in the office and then Master pulled a few pieces of rope from his desk drawer. He tied my upper arms just above the elbows then tightened the binding until my upper arms touched.  He tied my wrists and then made a Shibari type collar with a third piece of rope.  He threw the raw end of the collar rope over the ceiling beam and tied it off so that I was stuck to struggle in my bindings. I stood in front of his desk so that he could watch me while he worked.

I’m fairly fit. I run thirties miles a week, work out with the machines in our gym and do yoga. I do yoga to remain flexible for bondage and serving Master.  Having my arms tightly bound behind me wasn’t a big deal for the first fifteen minutes but it became tiring after that. Master upped the pain level by snapping a pair of clover clamps on my tits.  I started to moan a little sometime later. He fed me a Viagra tablet then tightly tied my cock and balls with another piece of roped. He went into the bathroom a soaked a pair of his dirty underwear with piss and gagged me with it, tying it in place with a monkey fist knot. My cock already felt like it was dribbling. It was hard before the Viagra, it could only get harder.

Master leaned his chair back and put his hands behind his head.
“You got yourself in a real fix there you stupid shit”, he laughed.

He couldn’t see my smile behind the rope gag.

The pain in my shoulders steadily grew more intense. My cock grew harder. A steady stream of pre-cum dribbled onto the floor. I clenched my buttock, stimulating my prostate.

“Don’t you dare come, stupid shit!”
Master rarely calls me names, I liked it.

I suddenly felt like I wanted him to take his belt off and work my ass over with it. I was in a dilemma, I could cum without permission to get him to beat me, but then, after cumming I wouldn’t want him to beat me. I thought to myself, “I better not”. The funny thing was, as if by mental telepathy, Master stood up and slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans and reddened by ass with it. He said, “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it boy”?

I shook my head affirmatively, wondering “can he really read my thoughts?”

Master sucked my cock after beating me then stud up and fucked me. He beat my ass again.

My shoulders burned with pain. In fact, my entire body burned in both pain and from being on the edge of cumming and fighting it back. Master turned his attention to my tits. I sucked the piss out of my gag while trying to keep from screaming.  He suddenly stopped everything. My cock was turning colors. Master untied my upper arms and massaged my shoulders. Having his massive hands work my shoulder muscles felt like heaven. Master turned his attention to my cock. He messaged it, insisting that I will not cum. He slapped my cock when I screamed, “I’m gonna cum!”. He repeated the process over and over again and then whispered, “Let’s have it boy”. Master clamped my urethra with his fingertips preventing a free flow of cum. I thought I was going to die.


 

Sitting pretty

The house was finally dark and everyone except Master was in bed.  Master took a long steamy shower after tending to the animals.  His cock was so red that it almost glowed. I was laying in bed uncovered with a woody poking up at the ceiling.  Master said that he was going to sleep in a guestroom so he didn't catch my flu.

He saw the silhouette of my cock and then grabbed his, "fuck no!", he said, "It's been too damn long since I fucked you".  He squirted a gob of lube on my cock and sat on it.  He's never done that before, I was shocked!  He fucked himself on my cock and I helped him do it by arching my back so he could feel my full length. I screamed "stop! I'm going to cum!"
"Fuck NO! BOY!  I'm going to milk you of ever drop and then I'm going to fuck you!"
I shot my load and then flipped over with my knees under by chest.  He pounded the hell out of my ass until he finally came. He collapsed at my side and he fell asleep wrapped around me.

I can't sleep now because I've been sleeping for days.

Wheel of Misfortune

We played wheel of misfortune today.  You can find it here: http://www.time2cum.com/wheel.html
It was originally written for Chastity "play" but it can be modified for other activities.  Master made several versions of it.  Bondage Time, Bondage Devices, Head Gear and Tortures.

Bondage can last between 2 hours and 3 days.  Bondage devices are rope, steel, leather harnesses, sleep sack, straight jacket, Bondage chair, etc.  Head Gear is Ball Gag and Blind fold, None, Isolation Hood, Breath Control Hood, Piss Hood. Duct Tape, Duct tape with piss pail & tube, Rubber lined tight hood, steel ball, etc.  Tortures includes tit clamps, leather Prison Strap, Master's belt, etc.

I spun 5 hours, steel bondage, piss pail & tube and Prison strap, tit clamps and none.  The torture wheel has 24 slots and 3 spins.

Master chained me inside of a cage with a steel plug in my ass. I was unable to move. He locked a three inch steel collar around my neck and chained it around two vertical bars.  He placed the piss bucket on a board that he laid on the top bars.  The pail has a drain hole that has a plastic tube connected to it. He placed the free end of the tube in my mouth and taped it in place with a duct tape gag.  He took a piss into the pail and asked the other guys to piss in the pail when ever they had to relieve themselves.  Master attached clamps to my tits then hung several other pairs over the cage bars. The guys attached which ever clamps that they chose, alternating with none.

My day was interesting. Piss dripped into my mouth all day and leaked from my body through a catheter into another pail, when the catheter was not clamped off, forcing me to retain my own piss in my sometime painfully distended bladder.  When my time was up in the cage, Master took me out of the cage and chained me on top of it.  He gave me twenty punishing full arm  strokes with the prison strap.

I like the wheel of misfortune game. I thought of variation that we can use. I'm surprised at how vicious I can be toward myself.

Strapaddo. red butt, sore man tits and inflamed hole

Strappado - Well, not strictly.

Master, Christian and I played today. Strappado is one of my favorite torture positions.  When you add a predicament situation to it, it's even more fun.

Master and Christian tied my arms behind my back then took a length of rope and raised my arms using a pulley above my head.  They threaded the rope through another pulley about three fee in front of me and pulled it down to anther pulley that was attached to my rope bound ankles.  The pulled the roped up and tied it to a pair of Japanese Clover tit clamps.  They adjusted my bondage so that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to keep the clamps from digging into my tits,  If I relieved the stress of standing on the toes and fell to the flat of my feet, my arms pulled higher and the tit clamps bit deeper. To add to an already difficult situation, they made me stand on a quire door mat that chewed at my feet.  They took turns spanking me with an assortment of paddles that stung so much that I started laughing.

Why the hell did I sign up for this life?

Master and Christian also laughed.  It was contagious. For me, it got to the point that I either laughed or cried.

They adjusted my bondage so that I could bend at the waist. They took turn face and butt fucking me until they got off.  Master entered my ass again while Christian milked my usually ignored cock.
They kissed and frenched each other while working me over. I felt a tiny bit of jealousy in my gut that felt like a quickly passing kidney stone was unwarranted.  I confessed the moment to Master. His response was to hold me in his arms.

Stupid

I should have learned months ago not to comment on kinks that I think are stupid.  It's personal choice more than judgment anyway.

Master forced me to wear a diaper yesterday.  I felt about as sexy as a fish filet. I followed Master's instructions to put myself in inescapable self bondage.  I happen to like self-bondage, especially with people around to rescue me when I can't get out, which is my intent in the first place.

I started by standing in front of a full length mirror.  My genitals were already locked in chastity along with a large plug stuffed deep in my ass so there was nothing to be done there.  I took a red bandana to start gagging myself as Master does.  Feed a point of the square into the back of the mouth.  Careful fold the bandana in layers as you continue to stuff you mouth with. Take another bandana and tie a tight knot in the middle. Push it between your teeth and tie it tightly at the base of you skull.  It is already nearly impossible to make a sound.  If your try to scream the gag seems to expand.  Now take three six inch lengths of good sticky duct tape and a length that will wrap entirely around your head. Wrap the long piece around your head, making sure that you press the adhesive firmly onto your face while pulling the length as tightly as possible.  Take the first six inch piece and place horizontally across the mouth just under the nose. Over lap that with the second piece. The third piece should be under your chin over lapping the second piece.

Doe you think that is enough?

Rip four more eight inch pieces of tape from the role. Take one strip and place it vertically along side the nose.  The top should start just below the orbit of your eye and extend under the chin. Over lap the second piece, making sure everything is firmly adhered to the lower strip.  Do the same to the other side. To finish, take a long piece of tape from the role. About three feet. Start under the chin, tightly pull the tape over the head just behind the crown.  Remember to pull it tightly as if you're trying to stretch the tape. Is everything tight and is all the tape stuck firmly with bunching or gaps?

Gagging yourself slowly with intention can be very erotic.  Don't do this unless someone is around to rescue you from your cock brain.

At this point, I pinioned my legs by locking heavy iron restraints on them with no chain between them.  I used a padlock to connect the two cuffs.  Before I locked my wrists in the irons hanging above my head, I laced a tight fitting leather hood over my head with only a half inch diameter hole over the mouth. The hood was made for me when I played forced cigar smoking with a stogie chomping daddy that I know. Once I screwed the irons around my wrists, I dropped the key to the floor. It hit my foot as it bounced.

I was stuck. I could easily lose my balanced and totally fucked, waiting for Master to do whatever he wanted to do.

I've done this bondage to myself without a spotter but I didn't gag myself under the hood and I held the key to the irons by a leather loop so that I had a way out.

I like being bound this way because my chest, genitals, back and ass are usually exposed. I one did it in the great room while Master was in the office working.  I clamped my tits with Japanese Clover Clamps that are weighted with a half pound lead fishing weight on each side.  He was too busy to play so he felt me.  The tit clamps causes pain until My tits when endorphin numb.  They woke up again when I started getting bored.  I moaned through my ball gag to get Master's attention.  He yelled "quiet down out there"!  The pain became more and more unbearable with the passing hours. Tears ran from my eyes then I started to beg shrilly, "Master! Please I can't take this anymore".  He looked at my tits then told me there was nothing wrong and to quiet down until he was finished for the day".

It was after dark before he released me. He smacked me on both tits with his hand the locked me in the bedroom cage until the next day because he was in the mood to be by himself with a good book and a cigar.

I enjoy it when he says "NO"! Being denied makes me hungry as hell to be his.

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".

Quick Exit from the Chateau

The guards took me at the front door without allowing Master a last touch before our separation.  I could feel his anger as they took me into a room at the side of the main door and ordered me to remove my clothes and boots.  Still hooded, I stumbled and hit my head against the door as I fell.  They picked me up and one of them slugged me in the stomach without giving me a chance to prepare for it. Christian opened the door to the room and yelled at them in German.  He stayed in the room and walked with me as the guards led me to the dungeon where I would spend my time. 

I had a bit of a headache from the fall and felt sicker than I had all day.  I didn't say anything about feeling sick to Master because I thought it was caused by anxiety.  The blow to the stomach worsened the feeling that something was wrong.  I could not communicate and I thought that once they left me that I could relax enough to allow my body to heal itself. 

The men removed the hood and chained me by collar, wrists and ankles that were fastened to the wall.  I leaned against the cool stone and closed my eyes.  Christian kicked the bottom of my feet and I looked up at him. He looked concerned about me.  He left biting his lower lip and then went to get me a woolen blanket to cover me and then left.

Christian returned with a doctor.  He examined me then told the guards to remove my restraints.  He and Christian took me upstairs to meet with the Chateau Master and Master Ian and then took me into a medical exam room.  "I'm going to remove your micro-chip.  I can give you anesthetic or you can tough through it.  If I give an anesthetic you will have to stay overnight.  I opted to go with the pain thinking that I've felt worse.

I laid on my right side with my arm under my head and dropped my left arm behind my back.  The doctor scrubbed my side over the ribs and then told me to take a deep breath. He cut into me with a scalpel then made a deeper cut. He reached into the opening with a long pointed forceps to pull out a tiny encapsulated chip.  He dropped it into a small plastic jar then taped the wound with steristrips and covered it with a bandage. The whole process took less than fifteen minutes and hurt much less than when Master played with my nipples.

Master was waiting in a lounge.  He and The Chateau Master and Christian were talking about the possibility of keeping Christian on.

Christian slipped a leather hood over my head after I finished getting dressed then escorted me to a waiting car. Master had ended our relationship with the Chateau with an invitation to come back anytime. I was happy about it so there was no need to know why.  I still had a headache and felt nauseous and very tired.  I fell asleep aided my the darkness of the hood until we reached the hotel.
We had dinner in our suite.  Master went out for the evening, leaving me with Christian who is sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book.

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.

Lake Como

We stayed at the Albergo Le Due Corti in Como last night.  It's a funky hotel with a little age in the rooms.  It was fairly private.  At least no one complained when Master reddened my back and ass with his belt.  Being beaten without being bound seems harder to take than with bondage.

There was no reason for it other than belated road rage.  I love the feel of his worn leather belt. It wraps around, catching both sides of my hips.  It stings and feel wrong but I've felt it so many times that I am completely comfortable (mentally) with it, not that it matters.  He fucked me several times before we went to sleep. I was raw before he finished.  It took him a very long time to climax the third time. He actually seemed to pass out.

I slept underneath him most of the night and woke up in bedding stained with blood and giz.

I read something on the net called the Nine Levels of Submission. You can find it at: http://ecstasytradingco.com/Lessons/Nine%20Levels%20of%20Submission.htm

I figured out that I was at level 8;
Full-Time live-in consensual slave
Within no more than a few broad limits/requirements, the slave regards herself/himself as existing solely for the Dom(me)'s pleasure/well being. Slave in turn expects to be regarded as a prized possession. Not much different from the situation of the traditional housewife, except that within the S/M world the slave's position is more likely to be fully consensual, especially of the slave is male. Within the S/M world, a full time "slave" arrangement is entered into with an explicit awareness of the magnitude carefully, with more awareness of the magnitude of power that is being given up, and hence is usually entered into much more carefully, with more awareness of the possible dangers, and with much clearer and more specific agreements than usually precede the traditional marriage.

As I face entering The Chateau, I feel I am at Level 9 at time.  I'd describe it as Consensual Total Slave. I often feel that the goal there is to totally remove my sense of self.  Master takes me there too but then we return to Level 8 where my goal is to please and pleasure him. Apprehension is making me feel queasy.