I hesitate to write about this, not wanting another "slave" who fantasize about being kept as an objectified human thing that is treated with fewer rights than an animal.
I had talked about wanting to be a slave who had nothing more in life than to spend his entire life serving a Master. Master and I lived the life. To a great extent, I had been living, more voluntarily than by his demand, as his servant. If you read my blog you will see just how we related to each other.
One of the scenarios that we played out from time to time was to kept as a object, less than a slave with no way out of the situation for what ever time he decided to keep me. He and his friends kept me bound for as long as they thought I was getting off on it. They would push my "limits" (my desire to play) then let me out.
I'd essentially given up on the idea of being an object and even got turned off to the idea once I learned of people captured by sociopathic criminals. I think that the lines between that behavior and playing out the concept as a kinky activity became blurred. I was becoming sickened by the reality of the violence in the world and wanted to step back from play long enough to sort out my feelings and somehow justify my desires and separate them from the result of violence that truly harms innocent victims. I hadn't talk about objectification or my desire to experience for quite a while, simply because of ambiguous feelings.
You may know that it is legal to carry a weapon in public in Colorado. I'm not sure what precipitated it but Master bought everyone on the ranch a side arm and holster, expecting them to be worn at all times. I think he got off on the way it looks. I carried one too. We practiced handling them so we all knew how to use them should the need arise.
New Years Eve
Snow was falling in our area of the Mountains even though it seemed warm. We had eaten a late meal of aged rib eye steaks and beer from one of the crafters in Denver. The eight men of the household were tipsy when we pushed away from the table. I cleaned the table and kitchen then joined the guys in a game of billiards. As we began to sober up, Master began to rough me up. He locked a heavy collar around my neck and connected by a chain behind my back to wrist irons and then to irons that were locked round my ankles. He walked my down to the dungeon with the other guys following. The seven men raped me ass and mouth until each of them a spent inside of me at lead once. The also pissed on and inside of me both ass and mouth.
The men locked a chain to one of the ankle irons then locked the free end of the chain to a ring in the wall. Master gagged me then they all went upstairs to uncork bottles of champagne and drank themselves to sleep.
They came down late the next day. The unchained me then restrained me on a table with leather straps where they spent the next few hours waxing every single hair from my head, face and body. Max held his side arm in my mouth and told me to keep quiet or he would blow my head off. Those were the last words that they spoke to me except to bark orders at me. They beat me with a leather strap when they finished waxing me then all took turns fucking me.
From that point on, I was an object to be used, tortured, beaten, pissed on and in, cummed in and on and even shit on. They washed me with a powerful jet of cold water from a hose when I was too stinking filthy for them to be able to stand. I saw nothing but bright lights when they used or fed me or tortured me and jet blackness when they me left alone.
There was no way to count the days. It would have been useless anyway because I did not know how long they would keep me as a prisoner.
Boredom and fear filled my head. When I wasn't gagged I could yell and scream at them. I demanded release and threatened them. I also begged for release but they simple seemed to ignore me, treating without apparent passion, even when they tormented me. Sometimes, in my most desperate hours, I tried to hold my breath long enough to die. It never worked. I spent many hours crying all to no avail.
The men released me on April 17th after beating, torturing and fucking me. Master held his gun to my head and told me that if I ever told anyone one they had done to me that they would bury me alive out in the wood.
I took a long hot shower in the dungeon bath. Master stood watch over me and we talked.
In the end, life went on as it always has. The guys were as affection as ever. I still haven't wanted to talk to them about my experience but I know why they objectified me and understand that it was a gift that they sometimes were reluctant to give.
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Sunday, August 2, 2015
Some Things in Our Lives Constantly Change
I know we sound like I change our rules as fast as the weather changes. Some changes like hiring people to take up the "must do" activities makes sense. My slave and I shouldn't be bogged down with them when we both like to be free to do as we like. Beside that, why not give some blokes a job who need them? Beside that, the boy's studio is ready to work in so if anything, that and just enjoying his animals are enough. He has more time to play with them in stead of shoveling up their shit.
As for sex, slave, owner object, etcetera and etcetera, that has and will change constantly at my whim. Frankly, my whim seems to be in synch with the boy's most of the time. But then, he is malleable and has a deep need and desire to serve my needs.
He has stopped asking me to try different experience and goes on with whatever I come up with. Actually, fuck the rules!
As for sex, slave, owner object, etcetera and etcetera, that has and will change constantly at my whim. Frankly, my whim seems to be in synch with the boy's most of the time. But then, he is malleable and has a deep need and desire to serve my needs.
He has stopped asking me to try different experience and goes on with whatever I come up with. Actually, fuck the rules!
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Does it Sound Like Complaining?
Our relationship has been changing since we moved up on the mountain. The first and most noticeable change is the labor situation. There is no more up-at-the-crack-of-dawn ranch labor for me. Butch hired two full time guys to help with the labor and a landscaping company to "make the land right" for us.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
My job is to enjoy the animals and of course, make myself available for Master and his increasing desire to use, abuse, fuck and keep him company. He keeps me bound and stored more than I ever really hoped for. Pain is more a part of my life, especially that which is slight but constant. My cock is locked in one thing or another unless he is torturing it or is fucking me and wants me to "relieve" myself. I can touch myself for his entertainment while he supervises. I've learned to edge myself over and over again without getting off or getting off in such an intense orgasm that it becomes almost torture.
I'm also collared with a shock collar that he uses to summon me. Ray made a set of irons for wrist and ankles that are not connected by chain. I wear them almost constantly. Master locks chain between them at will.
He has renewed his requirement that I remain speechless unless I am asked to speak. I am ball gaged with a harness over that a lot of the time. Although I like being gagged, it gets tiring and my jaw muscles start to protest.
I have the use of the computer for one hour per week. He keeps my cell phone unless we are off the property so we're back to being a slave rather than his boy. Much of the time I am an object.
The other night, I was restrained with iron. Master has a broad jaw, roman nose, intensely blue eyes and short cropped hair. He has a three day stubble head and beard that are stiff, like needles. He has taken to using his beard to torment me. I's like having very rough garnet paper rubbing my skin. That night, Master was scraping my skin while fucking me. My chest was becoming raw enough to cause me to tear and beg him to stop. He laughed quietly as he continued. At some point, he grabbed me around my neck and began closing off my blood flow while he rammed is cum into my guts. He kissed me while still holding my neck. My cock was swollen and trapped into a birdlock punisher device. The spikes jabbed my cock mercilessly. Master removed the device so that he could torment my cock with his beard. He said he would only stop when I came.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Full House
Everyone is together again. The house is full and all the animals are safe in their new home. The new arrivals were comforted as we humans are to be together again.
The boy is out playing with the animals, charging and chasing them to get them to exercise and mingle. He takes time to curry each one to let them know that he is there to take care of him. He and I have our hands full because the guys have the day off tomorrow after working like slaves to make sure everything in California got cleared out properly.
The boy is out playing with the animals, charging and chasing them to get them to exercise and mingle. He takes time to curry each one to let them know that he is there to take care of him. He and I have our hands full because the guys have the day off tomorrow after working like slaves to make sure everything in California got cleared out properly.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
A Change of Plans
I made dinner this evening. I went into town and bought a big enameled cast iron pot, a bag of huge yellow onions, organic vegetable broth, Worcestershire sauce, fresh thyme, dry white wine, baguette and well aged gruyere cheese and made French Onion Soup. My no-longer secret ingredient is to use mushroom demi glaze to give the broth a more intense meaty flavor. I was happily surprised by the selection in the local market when I found mushroom demi glaze and a really nice gruyere.
We were originally planning to fly home today but as usual plans are meant to be flexible. Master and I woke up to a chorus of barking dogs early this morning. They made a huge clatter as they pawed at the door. Christian loaded his SUV with Tommy, Buddha, Sancho, Pancho, Red and the puppy and drove them across a thousand miles of mountains. He also brought a few changes of clothes and my shit kickers.
The dogs knocked me down and kissed me from head to toe then went skittering around the hardwood floors inspecting the house.
We're staying in the new digs while Butch and the guys supervise the move from the ranch. The new owners are already taking over the vineyards and orchards.
To answer the question about acclimating the animals to the new home. There is a barn made of logs and a stable. They both have heating units for emergencies but all of the animals originally came from cold climates. The Lama and Alpaca are native to the Andes. The Cows form the highlands of Scotland. The horses are from Iceland, Reindeer from Nordic Countries. The goats are fluffy and the geese will definitely know where to go in extreme cold and at night. The Great Pyrenees, with their great fluffy coats prefer the cold. One of the reasons we're rushing the move is to allow all of us, people and animals to adjust to the climate as it changes for the winter.
I think you might be noticing that we're not talking about sex or kink these days. Rest assured, we're still getting nasty but we have decided to cool that conversation a little, especially with all that has been going on in our lives. We'll have a big party when all the toys arrive and we'll visit Denver as often as we visited Sam Francisco. We're selling the San Francisco condo and buying a building in Denver. This building is a big unfinished conversion from an industrial building with enough room and privacy to have a playroom.
We were originally planning to fly home today but as usual plans are meant to be flexible. Master and I woke up to a chorus of barking dogs early this morning. They made a huge clatter as they pawed at the door. Christian loaded his SUV with Tommy, Buddha, Sancho, Pancho, Red and the puppy and drove them across a thousand miles of mountains. He also brought a few changes of clothes and my shit kickers.
The dogs knocked me down and kissed me from head to toe then went skittering around the hardwood floors inspecting the house.
We're staying in the new digs while Butch and the guys supervise the move from the ranch. The new owners are already taking over the vineyards and orchards.
To answer the question about acclimating the animals to the new home. There is a barn made of logs and a stable. They both have heating units for emergencies but all of the animals originally came from cold climates. The Lama and Alpaca are native to the Andes. The Cows form the highlands of Scotland. The horses are from Iceland, Reindeer from Nordic Countries. The goats are fluffy and the geese will definitely know where to go in extreme cold and at night. The Great Pyrenees, with their great fluffy coats prefer the cold. One of the reasons we're rushing the move is to allow all of us, people and animals to adjust to the climate as it changes for the winter.
I think you might be noticing that we're not talking about sex or kink these days. Rest assured, we're still getting nasty but we have decided to cool that conversation a little, especially with all that has been going on in our lives. We'll have a big party when all the toys arrive and we'll visit Denver as often as we visited Sam Francisco. We're selling the San Francisco condo and buying a building in Denver. This building is a big unfinished conversion from an industrial building with enough room and privacy to have a playroom.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Traveling, Water and Mountains.
As I said, I grew up on the shore of Lake Michigan. It is one of the Great Lakes. A quick walk down the embankment and a turn of the key brought me to the beach. The sand is like silk and the water is usually very cold. We had a pool outside of the kitchen door so that is where I usually swam. An eight foot high wall surrounded the property.
The sounds of the waves ranged from gentle lapping on the shore to raging waves that were deafening if the windows were open. I grew up drinking and bathing in the water from the lake so until I moved away, it made up a major portion of my body.
Our new house is on a mountain side. Nearly at the top. We face the southwest with eastern exposure. We overlook an isolated valley. I have always loved mountains. I love skiing, climbing and hiking. I went out running yesterday. It was definitely a challenge with the thinner air and the climb back up the road toward home.
The house is almost entirely log construction inside and out except for parts of bathrooms and a large part of the kitchen where the walls are painted and tiled in the food preparation area. The backsplash and counter tops are man made quartz that looks like slate with a honed surface. The cabinets are custom made shaker cabinets without pulls or knobs on them. They open by pressing on the doors and have a hidden ridge on the drawers. We are building a ceiling cabinet with the same materials to increase storage. It will look like a paneled wall. A large harvest table flanked by benches will bring the family together in the kitchen for most meals.
We hired a decorator in Denver to furnish the house. Except for three bedrooms, it is a blank slate. My only direction is to make sure that it has western influence and masculine without being overbearing. I love Pendleton tribal blankets so we're making sure that they are distributed throughout the house.
Art work comes from our collection and we're taking a couple of painting that my uncle did. The rest of what is left of his collection stays with the house.
As far as the animals. It is about an 18 hour drive. They are coming in groups by air conditioned trucks via experienced livestock movers. They will come straight through with stops for gas and food. They will be loaded in the morning and arrive during the daylight hours the next day.
Yes, I got to be the scapegoat the other day. Master gave me a good beating followed by a night of intense sex.
I had a migraine this morning to I crashed in the darkest of the furnished bedrooms. Master officiated while the decorators worked. He even made dinner for me and served me in the bedroom. It was awkward but I truly enjoyed his affection. He made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches and warmed cream of corn soup from a box. He also made a small salad of spring greens.
The sounds of the waves ranged from gentle lapping on the shore to raging waves that were deafening if the windows were open. I grew up drinking and bathing in the water from the lake so until I moved away, it made up a major portion of my body.
Our new house is on a mountain side. Nearly at the top. We face the southwest with eastern exposure. We overlook an isolated valley. I have always loved mountains. I love skiing, climbing and hiking. I went out running yesterday. It was definitely a challenge with the thinner air and the climb back up the road toward home.
The house is almost entirely log construction inside and out except for parts of bathrooms and a large part of the kitchen where the walls are painted and tiled in the food preparation area. The backsplash and counter tops are man made quartz that looks like slate with a honed surface. The cabinets are custom made shaker cabinets without pulls or knobs on them. They open by pressing on the doors and have a hidden ridge on the drawers. We are building a ceiling cabinet with the same materials to increase storage. It will look like a paneled wall. A large harvest table flanked by benches will bring the family together in the kitchen for most meals.
We hired a decorator in Denver to furnish the house. Except for three bedrooms, it is a blank slate. My only direction is to make sure that it has western influence and masculine without being overbearing. I love Pendleton tribal blankets so we're making sure that they are distributed throughout the house.
Art work comes from our collection and we're taking a couple of painting that my uncle did. The rest of what is left of his collection stays with the house.
As far as the animals. It is about an 18 hour drive. They are coming in groups by air conditioned trucks via experienced livestock movers. They will come straight through with stops for gas and food. They will be loaded in the morning and arrive during the daylight hours the next day.
Yes, I got to be the scapegoat the other day. Master gave me a good beating followed by a night of intense sex.
I had a migraine this morning to I crashed in the darkest of the furnished bedrooms. Master officiated while the decorators worked. He even made dinner for me and served me in the bedroom. It was awkward but I truly enjoyed his affection. He made toasted cheese and tomato sandwiches and warmed cream of corn soup from a box. He also made a small salad of spring greens.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
21 Days of Chastity
The number of days of having this chastity belt locked on my body slowly grows. My trip through airport security was a minor ordeal. I no longer feel embarrassed by the inspections or rude commentary. It's usually the black women who make the crazy comments, usually involving getting a chastity belt for their boyfriends or husbands. For me, I have mixed feelings about it. It makes and keeps me horny, frustrates me and sometimes, using the toilet can be messy.
Master takes it off from time to time so I can clean and so that he can inspect me for any problems. The other day after my run, he removed it for a couple hours but I had my hands tied behind my back. Besides, he doesn't want me to touch myself. I wouldn't disobey him.
So, we got up early. We were dying for an espresso but of course, there is no machine or cups. (It shows how well this trip was planned.) We drove into town and found a diner then drove to Denver to shop at Crate and Barrel. We bought china, glassware, flatware and a cook set. As we were driving home, it occurred to us that we have all this stuff in California, being boxed for the move. We should have gotten paper plates and plastic cups and flatware to hold us for the few days that we'll be here. Oh well, Tony won't mind the extra gear. Master told me that he was going to take his belt to me when we get home for allowing us to be so foolish. (Any excuse!!!!!!!!!)
Master takes it off from time to time so I can clean and so that he can inspect me for any problems. The other day after my run, he removed it for a couple hours but I had my hands tied behind my back. Besides, he doesn't want me to touch myself. I wouldn't disobey him.
So, we got up early. We were dying for an espresso but of course, there is no machine or cups. (It shows how well this trip was planned.) We drove into town and found a diner then drove to Denver to shop at Crate and Barrel. We bought china, glassware, flatware and a cook set. As we were driving home, it occurred to us that we have all this stuff in California, being boxed for the move. We should have gotten paper plates and plastic cups and flatware to hold us for the few days that we'll be here. Oh well, Tony won't mind the extra gear. Master told me that he was going to take his belt to me when we get home for allowing us to be so foolish. (Any excuse!!!!!!!!!)
Friday, July 3, 2015
Spinning in Circles
We're in for the night. We stopped at a supermarket outside of Denver on our way to our new home then stopped at a restaurant. We bought groceries then realized we can't do anything with them because we have no pots, pans or dishes. So we're going out for breakfast tomorrow.
We snacked on gluten free sunflower seed bread, Brie and Fig or Lingenberry jam. We used our fingers to spread the brie and jam on the bread. It was quite messy. We also forgot to bring towels with us so we have to air dry after our showers. We'll be making a buying trip tomorrow.
Aside from practicality, everything is wonderful and beautiful.
I fell asleep on the plane thinking anxiously about seeing the house and moving. I was half hoping that something would happen that would cause our buyer to ask us to keep our house and return his money. But it's all a done deal. Even though it's too late to bother thinking about it, I regret leaving the vineyard and olive grove behind. More than that, I regret having build my studio and then not getting to use it before abandoning it. Oh well, we can build a new and better work space.
The aroma of cedar was intoxicating the moment we stepped into the house. The air is completely clean having been built entirely of natural materials. It was warm during the day but we'll be able to throw the windows and doors on the second and third floor wide open. We were warned to close the first floor at night to keep marauding wild animals from coming in for a visit.
Master has gone off to bed already. I think I'll go off to be with him. Luckily, the designer made a bed for us.
We snacked on gluten free sunflower seed bread, Brie and Fig or Lingenberry jam. We used our fingers to spread the brie and jam on the bread. It was quite messy. We also forgot to bring towels with us so we have to air dry after our showers. We'll be making a buying trip tomorrow.
Aside from practicality, everything is wonderful and beautiful.
I fell asleep on the plane thinking anxiously about seeing the house and moving. I was half hoping that something would happen that would cause our buyer to ask us to keep our house and return his money. But it's all a done deal. Even though it's too late to bother thinking about it, I regret leaving the vineyard and olive grove behind. More than that, I regret having build my studio and then not getting to use it before abandoning it. Oh well, we can build a new and better work space.
The aroma of cedar was intoxicating the moment we stepped into the house. The air is completely clean having been built entirely of natural materials. It was warm during the day but we'll be able to throw the windows and doors on the second and third floor wide open. We were warned to close the first floor at night to keep marauding wild animals from coming in for a visit.
Master has gone off to bed already. I think I'll go off to be with him. Luckily, the designer made a bed for us.
Happy Independents Day!
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Running
I went for a long run yesterday. I listened to Antony and the Johnsons during my run and got lost in the music.
https://vimeo.com/27741401
As a result, I didn't pay attention to where I was going or how I felt. I ran nearly thirty miles before I started feeling tired. I had my trusty water supply, cell phone and credit card with me to I stopped to rest, had something to drink and started running back, very slowly. Master came to the rescue thanks to GPS.
Food. To answer the question. "Why do you deny yourself food"". I don't deny myself food. I have no aversions to food and there is no apparent reason for not having an appetite. I eat well and the food that I eat is nutrient dense. It's just that I rarely have a sensation of hunger so I eat at regular times so that I know it's time to eat. Sometimes, I get so involved with something that I forget to eat but drink abundant amounts of water or tea and sometime coffee and wine. I'm fussy about tea, coffee and wine so water is my drink of choice. I watch alcohol consumption because my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and it messes with my blood sugar. I love gin and tonic without the gin.
TO PROVE A POINT
I ate a 10 ounce filet of beef, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and French onion soup last night. For lunch today, I had a large turkey sandwich with avocado, field greens, heirloom tomatoes, uncured bacon and a bowl of vegetable soup. This was a very large and untypical amount of meat for me to eat and I watch the kind of carbs that I consume and avoid refined and artificial sweeteners so I rarely eat desert, except dark, dark chocolate.
Yes, the new house already has a small attached greenhouse with raised insulated planting beds. We'll be able to garden about 8 months of the year. Speaking of the new house, we are leaving early tomorrow to spend a few days in house.
https://vimeo.com/27741401
As a result, I didn't pay attention to where I was going or how I felt. I ran nearly thirty miles before I started feeling tired. I had my trusty water supply, cell phone and credit card with me to I stopped to rest, had something to drink and started running back, very slowly. Master came to the rescue thanks to GPS.
Food. To answer the question. "Why do you deny yourself food"". I don't deny myself food. I have no aversions to food and there is no apparent reason for not having an appetite. I eat well and the food that I eat is nutrient dense. It's just that I rarely have a sensation of hunger so I eat at regular times so that I know it's time to eat. Sometimes, I get so involved with something that I forget to eat but drink abundant amounts of water or tea and sometime coffee and wine. I'm fussy about tea, coffee and wine so water is my drink of choice. I watch alcohol consumption because my paternal grandfather was an alcoholic and it messes with my blood sugar. I love gin and tonic without the gin.
TO PROVE A POINT
I ate a 10 ounce filet of beef, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and French onion soup last night. For lunch today, I had a large turkey sandwich with avocado, field greens, heirloom tomatoes, uncured bacon and a bowl of vegetable soup. This was a very large and untypical amount of meat for me to eat and I watch the kind of carbs that I consume and avoid refined and artificial sweeteners so I rarely eat desert, except dark, dark chocolate.
Yes, the new house already has a small attached greenhouse with raised insulated planting beds. We'll be able to garden about 8 months of the year. Speaking of the new house, we are leaving early tomorrow to spend a few days in house.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The Great Wave Off Kanagawa Tattoo
The Great Wave Tattoo was completed and it is healed. It's about ten inches in diameter. Like many people who get a tattoo, one is never enough. The artist talked me (and mostly Master) to allow him to continue his work. He is working from the center (the wave). The rest of the work will be entirely original work designed by him. It's a process and a dream that is coming true, thanks to Master's permission and encouragement (big switch in his attitude).
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http://www.horimyo.com/
Our new home is on a mountainside that overlooks a valley. It snows in the winter and warms during the spring and summer. We own a large portion of the valley, the rest is part of a national forest. The house is a log structure with large windows facing the valley. There is no true swimming pool. That was hard to give up.
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http://www.horimyo.com/
Our new home is on a mountainside that overlooks a valley. It snows in the winter and warms during the spring and summer. We own a large portion of the valley, the rest is part of a national forest. The house is a log structure with large windows facing the valley. There is no true swimming pool. That was hard to give up.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
14 Days of Chastity But who is Really Counting
14 days of 128 Days
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
It's Saturday and we all doing as little as possible after our celebration yesterday. Tony made a wonderful spread of party food and we chilled a half dozen bottles of Pol Roger. One bottle had gone flat but it was still drinkable.
I was catching some sun by the pool when Master came out to join me. He began to open his belt when he suddenly stopped for a moment then pulled it out of his belt loops. He told me to get up on the outdoor dining table and hang on to the edges "as if your life depends on it". Had I been able, my cock would have gone full erect but it's steel prison prevented it.
Master used his belt to beat my back side from the base of my neck to the back of my calves. He was slow and deliberate, measuring each stroke for maximum erotic effect and then told me to flip over with my head hanging off the edge of the table. He fucked my throat deeply, holding my neck just above the Adam's apple so that I could not swallow or gag. He fucked me until he nearly came then pulled his cock out of my throat.
While laying on my back, Master beat my front side, paying great attention to my nipples. He reached my abdomen then removed the chastity belt so that he could beat my cock and balls and thighs. He ordered me to "HOLD TIGHT" while he beat the soles of my feet. I started screaming. Not from pain but because I was so close to cumming. "SHUT UP AND HOLD TIGHT OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"
He threw my legs over his shoulders and began to fuck me, again. He moved very slowly. His face twisted in agony and ecstasy. He shook and he seated. His body gave off a sweet pungent odor. He kissed me, holding his mouth over my mouth and nose and then wrapped both hands around my neck. I tried to cry out again, "Master! I can't hold it! I am going to cum!"
"You best not slave!"
He came inside me then held his gut and sat down in a nearby chair leaving me in a state of frustrated oblivion.
He locked my belt on again. My balls are angrily churning and aching. I am going to be in a state of blue balls and leaking cum that will burn like molten lava.
Friday, June 12, 2015
I Am Home
I am home. Once again, I am surrounded by family, both two legged and four legged. I made a quick round of the ranch to see what has gone on in my absence. Life abounds!
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Together At Last
My little world traveler is home at last. His skin is browner and slightly wrinkled from the Mountain air and sun than it was before he left.
I felt his stress level melt away as I hugged him at the airport. He was properly greeted once I got him to the condo bedroom. He has been tied all day in such a way that I can use him. He's in an easy hogtie and sound asleep at the moment. I think it's time to untie him and take him out for a long quiet dinner together. It looks like he lost a lot of weight again. He's starting to look a little like his Buddhist Monk friends.
A picture from Tumblr. The collar and the man wearing it is really hot. Does anyone know who made the collar?
A gratuitous hot bondage picture from Tumblr. Guess who gets to know what this position feels like...
I felt his stress level melt away as I hugged him at the airport. He was properly greeted once I got him to the condo bedroom. He has been tied all day in such a way that I can use him. He's in an easy hogtie and sound asleep at the moment. I think it's time to untie him and take him out for a long quiet dinner together. It looks like he lost a lot of weight again. He's starting to look a little like his Buddhist Monk friends.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
A crack in the Wall?
Not really but these weeks apart are painful.
We'll be traveling TOGETHER more in the future.
We'll be traveling TOGETHER more in the future.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
The Long Wait
Boy leaves Paro for home within the hour. He has a five hour flight to Singapore and a fifteen hour flight from Singapore to San Francisco. I have a big bag of Caramel Corn Cheese Corn mix for a welcome home gift. He loves the stuff but it's not the kind of thing we eat with any frequency.
November 7 (from the boy's diary)
It used to be that I had to search for someone to tie me up. I can't say that I had a problem finding a top but a tryst always had it's limitations. Things like time, experience and trust got in the way of a really meaningful session. I am so happy that I don't have to rely on a friend of stranger to fix me up and leave me frustrated and empty feeling.
I thought of the past the other day when Master hogtied on top of the pool table in the great room. He had covered it with a big latex sheet so we didn't fuck the felt up by abrasions or with body fluids. Master tied me up about noon. He gagged me and blindfolded me then started wrapping me in rope and knots until I was unable to do little more than wiggle.
I was content about my situation. I was unable to release myself but not in discomfort. Master left me there while he went of to do other things. I just laid there waiting until he decided what to do next. Hour after hour passed without a sound. Then, I heard his foot steps. He stood and quietly laughed to himself. He began to touch and pinch me over my entire boy. He reached under me and played with my nipples and probed by rectum with his fingers. My cock had been locked up for over a week so that was off limits.
I thought he was going to let me up or climb up on the table and fuck me. I didn't get what I expected. He untied a few knots then tightened the ropes and knotted them again. He left me alone again.
I could smell Tony cooking in the kitchen. The smell of food was intoxicating. My stomach started growling and I drooled around the gag with greater intensity. Tony called the guys in for dinner. Master left mr on the table, still bound, waiting.
I waited while they ate dinner then Master came in to play with me again. He untied knots, tightened the ropes and re-knotted every thing again, this time adding more rope to the hogtie that added more pain to my wearing ability to handle the bondage. Pain or not, I had no choice in the matter. He left me while he and the guys sat in another corner of the room watching a streaming movie and drinking cognac from the wine cellar.
For me, this is the epitome of bondage. Wanting to be bound and gagged for what ever drives me, being bound endlessly waiting for release and never knowing when that release might come. It could be an hour of many days. In my situation, my ability to apply limitations to an experience are over and done with. I can't imagine finding a more fulfilling state of being.
November 7 (from the boy's diary)
It used to be that I had to search for someone to tie me up. I can't say that I had a problem finding a top but a tryst always had it's limitations. Things like time, experience and trust got in the way of a really meaningful session. I am so happy that I don't have to rely on a friend of stranger to fix me up and leave me frustrated and empty feeling.
I thought of the past the other day when Master hogtied on top of the pool table in the great room. He had covered it with a big latex sheet so we didn't fuck the felt up by abrasions or with body fluids. Master tied me up about noon. He gagged me and blindfolded me then started wrapping me in rope and knots until I was unable to do little more than wiggle.
I was content about my situation. I was unable to release myself but not in discomfort. Master left me there while he went of to do other things. I just laid there waiting until he decided what to do next. Hour after hour passed without a sound. Then, I heard his foot steps. He stood and quietly laughed to himself. He began to touch and pinch me over my entire boy. He reached under me and played with my nipples and probed by rectum with his fingers. My cock had been locked up for over a week so that was off limits.
I thought he was going to let me up or climb up on the table and fuck me. I didn't get what I expected. He untied a few knots then tightened the ropes and knotted them again. He left me alone again.
I could smell Tony cooking in the kitchen. The smell of food was intoxicating. My stomach started growling and I drooled around the gag with greater intensity. Tony called the guys in for dinner. Master left mr on the table, still bound, waiting.
I waited while they ate dinner then Master came in to play with me again. He untied knots, tightened the ropes and re-knotted every thing again, this time adding more rope to the hogtie that added more pain to my wearing ability to handle the bondage. Pain or not, I had no choice in the matter. He left me while he and the guys sat in another corner of the room watching a streaming movie and drinking cognac from the wine cellar.
For me, this is the epitome of bondage. Wanting to be bound and gagged for what ever drives me, being bound endlessly waiting for release and never knowing when that release might come. It could be an hour of many days. In my situation, my ability to apply limitations to an experience are over and done with. I can't imagine finding a more fulfilling state of being.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Return Leg of the Walk
The guys are on the return portion of their loop of their walk. They are north of the cities heading west.
Butch and Daniel were playing in the barn last night. Daniel was strung up from the rafters. Butch was swinging forward and backward and whacking him with a leather strap as he swung by. Daniel started pumping like a kid on a swing. Pushing himself higher and higher each time he swung past Butch. Daniel's buffed body is a thing of beauty when involved in stressful activity. He has grown from looking like a skinny twink looking boy to a powerful looking young man. Along with his increase in body strength, he has grown more confident.
The animals are settling down after the chaos of giving birth. We still expect a calf to be born in the next month or two.
Life is good and getting better.
Butch and Daniel were playing in the barn last night. Daniel was strung up from the rafters. Butch was swinging forward and backward and whacking him with a leather strap as he swung by. Daniel started pumping like a kid on a swing. Pushing himself higher and higher each time he swung past Butch. Daniel's buffed body is a thing of beauty when involved in stressful activity. He has grown from looking like a skinny twink looking boy to a powerful looking young man. Along with his increase in body strength, he has grown more confident.
The animals are settling down after the chaos of giving birth. We still expect a calf to be born in the next month or two.
Life is good and getting better.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
It's in the Eyes
The expression of anticipation in the boys eyes when I begin a Bondage and Pain experience with him often tells me where to take him. Sometimes there is fear, sometimes his eyes are wide open and shifting about as I work on him and sometime, but rarely, he is complacent and appears emotionless.
I tied the boy with the new techniques a few days after I returned from Germany. His eyes were wide open with anticipation of a new experience. I had him sit on a work table and began the session by wrapping his right wrist as an anchor that I pulled behind his back to his neck. I wrapped the rope around his neck, building a snug coil. I hoped that I would see a level of fear but the boy sat quietly, anticipating the next step in my dance. I continued weaving the rope around his torso. The rope tightened itself as I continued, reducing his ability to expand his chest to breath.
He was unable to move except to wiggle his toes and fingers.
I tied a monkey paw from rope to gage him then sat back in a chair to admire my work and watch his feeble attempt to struggle.
I later climbed on to the table and removed his gag so that I could face fuck the boy.
His eyes widened with wet panic as he choked on my cock. His nose started running as he swallowed harder and harder, working to please me.
I tied the boy with the new techniques a few days after I returned from Germany. His eyes were wide open with anticipation of a new experience. I had him sit on a work table and began the session by wrapping his right wrist as an anchor that I pulled behind his back to his neck. I wrapped the rope around his neck, building a snug coil. I hoped that I would see a level of fear but the boy sat quietly, anticipating the next step in my dance. I continued weaving the rope around his torso. The rope tightened itself as I continued, reducing his ability to expand his chest to breath.
He was unable to move except to wiggle his toes and fingers.
I tied a monkey paw from rope to gage him then sat back in a chair to admire my work and watch his feeble attempt to struggle.
I later climbed on to the table and removed his gag so that I could face fuck the boy.
His eyes widened with wet panic as he choked on my cock. His nose started running as he swallowed harder and harder, working to please me.
Friday, May 22, 2015
The Journey
I can watch the boy move, almost in real time. I know he is doing well.
There is much ado here on the Ranch. We all have busy hands, tired backs and we're sleepless. The animals are all whelping at the same time. We've had a vet here for the past 24 hours. We have three Alpaca Cria and one Lama Cria. Helga, one of the mares gave birth to a foul that I named Krista. One of the cows also looks heavy. We do things the natural way here and allow calves to bond with the mothers.
The dogs that prefer living outdoors are doing fine. Tommy is obviously lost without his boy, I think Buddha is a little mournful too. Sancho and Pancha run to the door when they hear a vehicle start up the hill.
I think boy would love to have been here for the births but he is where he needs to be.
My right arm is getting a workout in the boy's absence.
There is much ado here on the Ranch. We all have busy hands, tired backs and we're sleepless. The animals are all whelping at the same time. We've had a vet here for the past 24 hours. We have three Alpaca Cria and one Lama Cria. Helga, one of the mares gave birth to a foul that I named Krista. One of the cows also looks heavy. We do things the natural way here and allow calves to bond with the mothers.
The dogs that prefer living outdoors are doing fine. Tommy is obviously lost without his boy, I think Buddha is a little mournful too. Sancho and Pancha run to the door when they hear a vehicle start up the hill.
I think boy would love to have been here for the births but he is where he needs to be.
My right arm is getting a workout in the boy's absence.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Bondage the Day Before the Left
One of my favorite Hoods to use on the boy is a hood that Jim Stewart made some time ago. Good heavy thick leather on the outside lined with Garment Leather. No holes except two punched openings at the nostrils. It's a bit small for the boy so it's a struggle to get it on him. I becomes a very tight second skin. He can't move his jaw at all so his mouth is forced closed. I put him in a leather straightjacket. It's black on the outside with kid glove blood red leather on the inside that clings when it get damp from sweat. All the buckles lock. I inverted him. He was wearing chaps and boots.
The boy was in serious shape, hardly able to breath and locked up cock. He'd been wearing the belt for well over a month without getting any relief at all through all of our sessions. I finally took it off. I can't have the boy trying to go through international airports with that thing on him. Not in the East. So I drew my belt from my jeans and let him know I was going to work him over with it. His ass was at a perfect height for a good belting.
I beat his ass to bruising.
I took him down and kept him bound. I bent him over the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his ass some more before I fucked him over and over until I had nothing left and my cock was sore. I wanted to give the boy something to think about during that very long trip to Bhutan.
The boy was in serious shape, hardly able to breath and locked up cock. He'd been wearing the belt for well over a month without getting any relief at all through all of our sessions. I finally took it off. I can't have the boy trying to go through international airports with that thing on him. Not in the East. So I drew my belt from my jeans and let him know I was going to work him over with it. His ass was at a perfect height for a good belting.
I beat his ass to bruising.
I took him down and kept him bound. I bent him over the Australian Punishment Bench and beat his ass some more before I fucked him over and over until I had nothing left and my cock was sore. I wanted to give the boy something to think about during that very long trip to Bhutan.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Six Days
Master will be home on the 21st. I am excited about that!
I am writing s story. Each time I begin, I feel like it begins to feel trite because it's just a variation of something that I've read over and over again. Carl Jung's theory of the Collective Unconscious becomes more and more obvious as I read erotic stories. We all seem to share versions of a finite set of fantasies. I think it's worth diving into his writings again now that I don't have academic deadlines. There are also finite numbers of Archetypes within our kinky community even though we try to think of ourselves as out side of a norm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....
Speaking of fantasies? Christian took it upon himself to cuff my hands behind my back and lock irons around my ankles and stuff me into a small cage for the night. Except for the Carrara, I have not had bondage since my visit to Ray last week. It felt good to be confined.
I wonder if Christian knows he is becoming our direct employee instead of being supplied to us by the Chateau. That means that he is free to do as he likes, like pursuing his relationship with Jason.
I am writing s story. Each time I begin, I feel like it begins to feel trite because it's just a variation of something that I've read over and over again. Carl Jung's theory of the Collective Unconscious becomes more and more obvious as I read erotic stories. We all seem to share versions of a finite set of fantasies. I think it's worth diving into his writings again now that I don't have academic deadlines. There are also finite numbers of Archetypes within our kinky community even though we try to think of ourselves as out side of a norm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....
Speaking of fantasies? Christian took it upon himself to cuff my hands behind my back and lock irons around my ankles and stuff me into a small cage for the night. Except for the Carrara, I have not had bondage since my visit to Ray last week. It felt good to be confined.
I wonder if Christian knows he is becoming our direct employee instead of being supplied to us by the Chateau. That means that he is free to do as he likes, like pursuing his relationship with Jason.
The guy in this picture looks isolated.
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