Trace's Return

Trace woke me up on three consecutive nights. Each time, he asked me if I heard "something" that woke him up. I didn't hear anything but the dogs restlessly moving in their sleep. The Tibetan woke slightly let out a deep partially formed "woof" and then went back to sleep. We're accustomed to them making sleeping dog noises. Tommy lays restlessly at our feet, away of boy's every move.

We sleep nude in a cool room covered with blankets and comforter.

The third night was especially odd. Trace was looking out the window when he asked if I heard the noise. He said it was like a very low pitch whirring in the far distance. I didn't hear anything and on top of that none of the dogs seemed alerted by anything.

Tommy woke me up early the next morning. He was adamant about getting me to follow him to the deck door which was thrown wide open. It's usually the boy who attends to him. I thought that perhaps the boy went outside and accidently left the door. I looked out on the deck for him but he wasn't there. I got myself dressed and went outside to find him. by that time the dogs were outside looking for him. He was no where to be found. He was no where in the house. I woke up the other guys to help me look for him. He is a sleep walk and sometimes sleep runner. I called up the GPS monitor to track him but it could not locate him. He was no where to be found.

We called the Sherriff. We looked for him for two days before calling in the Federal Authorities. There was an all out search. The Feds eventually told us to keep looking but keep our search quiet. (odd?) We kept up our search with the help of authorities. We wanted to publicize the search and get locals to help comb the mountains and forests. A few people went out but the authorities called them in.

It could have been a high profile case but his disappearance was kept quiet except for telling close friends who came to help us.

Yesterday:
It was a bout 6:am when the dogs started clamoring. The went outside via the dog door in the lower level. They ran out toward the fields where there are no fences. Trace was walking up the side of the mountain toward the house. He was naked and cold. He walked briskly surrounded by the dogs. I ran out to get him and bring him inside. He was cheerful and lucid, as if he had just stepped outside. He was unaware that he had gone missing for nearly a month.

To all concerned, Trace is home and healthy.

Free Day

I felt grumpy, oppressed, restless and angry this morning. I went into zombie mode to keep it to myself.

Jason is now handling things like he's an old hand. He's gay of course and he's more of a country-western kind of guy who competes in amateur rodeos from time to time. He's a tall hefty shouldered guy with a butch haircut. He wear western boots and a wide brimmed straw western hat. He, like Master smokes cigars when the work day is done. He has a long upper lips that supports a long blondish mustache. It's kind of a nod to Buffalo Bill Cody without the curls at the side of his lip.

Master declared today to be a free day. He removed all the encumbrances from my body and told me to do what ever I wanted. So I went running. I turned Deep Forest on my phone and plugged the ear buds into my head, stretched and then set out on the road. I wore black running shoes, jock, nylon running shorts and a black skank top so I felt pretty much sexed up for myself.

While running, I filed through the things in my head that have caused me to have nightmares over the past few nights. I thought about feeling oppressed. I thought about being in a situation where I was not free to do exactly what I wanted. I've felt this way so often during my life.

I went to private schools with guards at the gates. I was dropped off inside the gate and picked up in the same place. There were only a few kids who road the school bus. I envied them because for that ride to and from school they were autonomous. They could scream and raise a ruckus if they dared. I was a single kid sitting in the back of a car alone. The cars always embarrassed me because they were big, black and corny looking to me. I wished they would pick me up in a normal car.

I also envied the wild kids who managed to find a way to get out of the school yard to cross the street to smoke cigarettes and act out violent looking rituals with each other. They were the bad kids who were always in the Headmaster's office waiting for angry and frustrated parents to arrive. There were times when I wanted to be one of them.

Now I envy the guys, the kinky tattoo addicts who mark their bodies where ever they want, when ever they want. I want to be a pig with no thought of danger or getting STD's for sucking and fucking anything that moves. All I have is a brand and a small mysterious emblem tattooed where almost no one ever sees it.

What I have instead are people who love and care about me. I have Master fussing over me and a group, a family of guys that I belong too. Once again I reminded myself of my good fortune so there is no reality for my feeling of being oppressed.

My pedometer told me that I ran over 26 miles before I hit the gate for the ranch. It was a short run for me today because I worked out so much in my head. I rinsed off in the pool shower and dropped into the pool to cool down and relax feeling damn fucking good.

An Email from Mike

I met Mike a few years ago at a Leather Event in Atlanta. We played around a little. I thought he was another masochist just like me trying to make a connection. We smacked each other with leather straps, trying to make each other call "uncle" and wimp out. It got vicious, in fact so vicious that other people in the room stopped what they were doing to watch. The match was a draw.

Mike asked me to go home with him for the night and I quickly agreed. I promised to tie me up good and maybe work on me a little. I told him that I wanted to go up to my room to grab a few things before we left but he told me that I didn't need anything.

We were walking down the hallway when big local dungeon owner told me to be careful if I was going home because "Mike is a hot dog". Mike called him an ass hole and told him to shut the hell up and we went along our way to the parking lot to Mike's car.

Mike seemed a little redneck to me. I expected a run down house in the Georgia hills but instead, he pulled into the drive of a slick post-modern house that was brightly lit inside and out. It was sparsely furnished with few adornments just like my apartment in New York. I started to feel we were alike in many ways.

"This way to the Dungeon!"
I followed Mike through the house, down a flight of stairs and into a room that he said was below his garage. It was all poured concrete. The ceilings were quite high with steel beams from which a power hoist was hanging. He had iron rings and manacles bolted to walls, a long steel rack, Australian CP bench, an intense looking leather covered bondage chair and a walled that was covered with other small pieces of equipment.

To make things quick, Mike hung me upside down and tied my hands to rings in the floor and used several different whips on me then tightly strapped me in the bondage chair and went off to bed.
I was happy.

Master intercepted my Email as he always does. Master monitors everything I do online and everything that comes to me in the mail.

"Who is Mike?", he asked.
I was puzzled until he told me about a "Mike" that said he hoped he had found me again. "Mikeatlanta---".

I explained who he was and that we played one night.
Master let me read the email. It was the Mike I had played with and wondered if I wanted to play again sometime.

Truthfully, Aside from Master and our Leather family, I don't want to "play" with anyone. Master told me to answer him and invite him to the ranch.


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Master received his new Wesco Highliners this morning. He ordered me to put them on his feet and lace them up for him. They are his first American made boots. He usually wears Rangers or something from England. He had me scrunch down in front of his chair so he could swing his new boots up on my back so he could relax and read The Journal while he drank his coffee. He bent his right knee and placed the bottom of his boot against my ribs.

Fucking Out of My Mind Horny

This fucking chastity belt has been driving me crazy these last few days. I'm constantly aware of my cock and my ass, most of the day when Master keeps it plugged. I don't know why the change, but I want to get out of it.

With Butch and Daniel gone, I'm getting up to make sure the new help is doing everything as expected. He's just about nailed it. When the morning work is done I go into the house to serve Master then shower. Joey makes breakfast of vegetarian food for me and a separate breakfast for the guys, including Jason, the day help. I've been drinking more coffee during the last few days than usual and feeling the desire to smoke my pipe along along side of it. Master would not allow me to have my pipe this morning so I am even more horny. He took all the smoking paraphernalia and locked it in a cabinet. I guess that is just another point of control.

We received a new toy from a friend today. I binds the hand below the wrist, forcing them palm to palm. There are four locking straps. He used the restraint to bind my hands behind my back then ordered me to stand with my nose to the wall. I looked at him wondering why, "have I done something to displease you Master?" in words unspoken.

Master knew exactly what I thinking, "No", he said, "you haven't done anything wrong. I want you to stand there and breath deeply. I want you to slow your breath and lower your pulse rate".

It was an unusual command in this situation.

I stood next to the brackets that Masters use to force Daniel and me to face the wall by locking our balls in the attached ball stretcher.

The last time they used these things, Butch connected Daniel to it then Master attached a dildo to the front of my chastity belt. They forced the dildo into Daniels ass then used a long leather strap around our chests to keep us attached to each other. Daniel took the brunt of the action.



Master left me stand, ordering not to move until told to do so while he read The Times and drank another cup of coffee and smoked a large Maduro cigar. Finally, he walked up behind me and stood there, breathing in time to my breathe.

After a long period of silence, he reach around me an began to work my tits. He massaged them and gently rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. He was angelic. My cock engorged in it's steel trap but even that felt good. Then, he snapped a pair of Japanese clover clamps on them and whispered "two hours, not a moment less".

Master had gone off to do something else, leaving me alone, standing, facing the wall with nothing more than my imagination and pain.

When he returned. He stood behind me again, doing nothing but breathing on the back of my neck then kissing my neck, shoulder and bound hands. He started torturing my tits with all the strength in his fingers. I tried to bend forward to avoid his hands and then, in the middle of the pain remembered by resolve and promise to never avoid his touch. It was written in the now burned slave contract but in my mind was still contractual. I stood straight and backed toward him.

"Good boy."

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I slept in the Sleep Sack with the Pin Pricks that night. Master started putting me in at 8:30pm. He helped me figure out how to get into with the least amount of unwanted pain. I lay in it, breathing deeply as he laced. He closed the zippers and locking them. He buckled the straps. And the moment that he stepped back to look at his work, he must have sensed my thoughts.

"You want those straps tighter. Is that what you are saying?" I looked into his eyes and he tightened all the straps then padlocked them. He did not put the hood on me for sleep. I was disappointed but he knows best.

I lay there feeling the enclosure. It was warm and it was stinging me from neck to the soles of my feet. Sweat got into some of the stings. My cock swelled and ebbed constantly. Sometimes, when the edge of my meatus touched the pins it woke me with a jolt. At times during the night, Master threw his arm over me as usual. Pushing pins deeper. I slept and woke all through the night wishing that I was any where but in the sack or wishing that Master would flip me over and open the ass zipper and fuck me. I lay silently, enjoying my agony, enjoying the fact that I had someone that I love and trust to do this sort of thing to me. I love the very fact that it keeps him happy, hard and horny.

A day of celebration!

Butch and Daniel are now fucking in wedded bliss. It does make a difference psychologically even if you've been partners for a while. The rings are platinum and plain. Butch's sisters and nieces attended along with a handful of female friends and old customers from the surrounding towns. The food that Tony orchestrated was wonderful. The chocolate wedding cake arrived from Paris in perfect Shape. The layers were ringed with delicious Macaroons and sprigs of sugar currents that looked so real that they looked like that had been just picked.  Joey had a  caterer do the heavy "lifting" while he created unforgettable goodies. We had a good Country band to dance to and tubs full of iced beers and wines.
They will be leaving for Munich on Tuesday to spend time at the Chateau.

Master brought a new toy home yesterday that drives me wild. A surgical stapler. I never thought of using such a thing for play. In late morning, before the wedding. Master pinched skin from my chest over my nipples to "hide" them. And used the stapler to secure the skin over the nipple. Fuck! It hurt like hell. Then he pushed my cock and balls inside of my body cavity and stapled everything inside. It looked like I had a cunt. It hurt less than my tits. The pressure was intense. It was a little like the aftermath of being slugged in the nuts with a fist. I was unrestrained and laying on the bed when he performed the procedure. I actually enjoyed it so he left me stapled through most of the afternoon.
I'm ready to do it again.

I learned something over the last two mornings. I hate my own morning piss. It is nasty and bitter.

Yes, I am wearing tit clamps as I write this. My nipples are unbearably sensitive after a week of constant abuse. The staples left them untouchable but I am managing so far. I may not blog tomorrow so I have time to let them settle down.

My Birthday is tomorrow. I can't wait to see what Regie made for me.

Not a Sunny Day.

We had breakfast around the pool this morning. Well, Master had breakfast. He frog tied me while we were still in bed this morning. He carried me outside an put me down on the tile and left me there while he and the guys ate. Daniel said, "if that were me there, I'd think it would be nice to be gang banged to get the day started".

After Joe cleared the dishes. Master lifted me up to the table top, rearranged my bondage and all five guys took their turn.

Daniel would make a great Master if he weren't Butch's slave.

On The Road to Dharamshala

We debated on whether to drive or fly to Dharamshala. It is about a twenty four hour drive to Himachal, Pradesh which is in Dharamshala India. We decided to keep our driver and make the trip by car. It is the best way to see the country. We're leaving the hotel this afternoon.

My guess is that I won't be writing in my blog for several days.

I am deeply, almost gut-sick with horniness.

Master has been letting his hair and beard grow while we've been traveling. I wanted to do the same but he won't have it.

He doesn't loosen his grip on me at all, even while traveling. He tells me when and what I can have or do. It was a minor thing but I wanted to pick up some goofy beads to bring home. I really wanted them at the time but he stopped me. "You don't need to bring that crap home."  I felt insulted and a little pissed with him.  The little kid in me threw an internal tantrum that I would never dare to express to Master. I think he denied me just because he could.  But then, I saw some tribal silver and coral pieces that I thought would look good in frames. He offered to buy me several pieces. I took one ornate antique piece.

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.

 

 

 

 

Home Again

We got in late this afternoon. Instead of flying into San Francisco and then spending several more hours driving home, we landed at the Sonoma County Airport and drove 30 minutes to get home. No flight delays, no rude TSA and decent food.

London was difficult at best. It was almost all business and the closet thing to play was 36 hours of darkness. There was the usual early morning service. When we're stressed it almost seems like a habit rather than full blown passion.

And then we got home and everything just melted away. We had a good work out in the hot tub then joined the guys for dinner. We had pasta with vegetables and grilled wild Salmon. We had cappuccino with a shot of 65 year old James Jamison that Pete found in the wine cellar.

My rectum is quite bothersome tonight.

London

This is our first full day in London. Craig was waiting for us at the terminal and drove us straight to company. Master checked in and talked to his brother behind closed doors for over three hours. Master asked an assistant to “entertain” me when the conversation became heated. I asked if I could take a taxi to the clubhouse while he worked with his brother.

“No! Stick around; I want you to take look at the accounting for me”. My graduate degree is in Forensic Accounting.

Accounting is accounting but there are some differences between the UK and US. I couldn’t imagine what he thought I could achieve, there are plenty of accountants in the building. It turned out that it wasn’t the company that he was concerned about.

We stopped for dinner on the way to the clubhouse. Master had plenty of anger to get off his chest and I was his sounding board. We found a quiet table in a dimly lit wooden walled steak house near the offices. Master spilled everything that he was angry about, treating me as his absolute confidant. It was an absolute change for him to give me so much family and company information. It was obvious that I was so much more than his toy and lover.

He fucked me brutally before we turned off the lights to sleep. I clenched the sheets tightly with my fists and bit into the pillow to keep from screaming. He turned me over and entwined my fingers in his while he tormented my tits with his two day old facial stubble. It felt like emery paper that was ripping my skin. He let me cum and then we went to sleep wrapped in each other.

He was up and gone when I awoke this morning.

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Home Depot?

I was shopping at a home depot today. A guy helped me that I wanted to take home with me. He was tall, like Master but very thin. He had a buzzed head and huge brown eyes. I'd guess by his complexion that he worked outside quite a bit when not at Home Depot. He was such a turn-on that I couldn't stop starring at him. I could tell that he felt my attraction because he started to shy away from me while remaining quite friendly.

I gave him my card.

Master was in the store looking at padlocks and chains.

"Master, I know I shouldn't be looking at other guys but this guy turned me on almost as much as you do.
He replied "You're not dead just because you're my slave/ Looking is healthy".

"I gave him our card."

"Hmmm", was all he said.

We stopped at a farmer's Market on the way home and bought a bag of Blood Oranges, fresh purple beets and Swiss chard. We didn't tell Pete about the chocolate bar that we shared.

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Nothing much going on

My day was spent in my studio working. I went outside a few times to get fresh air and visit all the pets. Master is hard at work in his office. He's thinking he might have to go to London next week.

Landscape and everything on the land seems to be in a dormant mood. It is the middle of winter. We're getting some coastal dampness but not much rain.

Dan and Butch took off to Arizona to visit family. Christian is dying for some action. He patrols the fence line on horse back. He's looking like a cowboy.

It feels like a good night to climb into bed early.

Home Coming

The attack geese greeted us at the drive. I brief moment of my attention satisfied them and caused the dogs to some running. Tommy got to me first, his tale stood straight in the air while wagging. I gave him a pet on the head, a kiss on his snot and he reciprocated with a lick on my face and then he let the others edge in. Sancho and Panza are getting big enough to knock me on the ground when they are excited and that is exactly what they did. Tommy joined in with a growl and more tongue action on my face.

The rest of the animals were in their stalls. I disturbed the peace in the barn when I walked in. It's like having children. They expected my attention and I gladly gave it to them along with apples. They all bring tremendous joy to my life.


We went to our room to clean up and get comfortable then had a late supper with the guys.


We spent today catching up with the work the built up while we were gone. I had a few hundred emails to go through. One of them was a request for a commissioned work in a guy's New York home. I quickly and excitedly let him know that I do not do commissioned work and never will. I never want to work for money when doing art.

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!

 

 

 

Skiing and Bondage

Aspen is a cool place. There are a lot of familiar faces on the slopes and around town. We flew in on a private jet so that was par around here. I saw a couple women smoking while skiing, that seemed counter productive. Another hetero couple were coming just short of coitus on the slopes. The town looks like a festival for conspicuous consumer-ship.

I haven't been skiing for over a year. I used to do this sort of thing often before I met Master. I'm sailing of jumps like an old pro and digging a place where I found a lot of bath tubs to hop around on.  I'm going heli-skiing tomorrow with some old friends that we're staying with.

We're looking at real estate while we're here so I'll be out with an agent on Monday. That was a very recent decision. I like Aspen but it could be at any of the resorts. Maybe someplace a bit more low-key.

I slept in chains last night.
I got excited when Master grabbed me by the collar and lectured me about something he heard me say to friends that he wanted me to be circumspect about. In a way, it demonstrated more of a sense of control and maybe even anger, that made me feel hungry for him.

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He looks a little like me. I am completely shaved, muscled about like him
but I am very skinny right now.

 

This guy is hot!

 

 

Beat up but exhilarated

How many days was it? It seemed endless but it wasn't quite as horrible as it sounds. There is no draft in that room except air that comes through the ventilation system.

I can't guess why Master decided I needed some "object" time. I've got to tell you that every time I came in to see me that he a rock hard cock with a pre-cum spot in his jeans. The idea of me chained, helpless and completely at his mercy turns both of us into horned up crazy animals.

He beat me with his belt a couple times until I would have done anything to get him to stop and then he'd be so hot that he fucked me in either end. I could piss in the room because there is a drain that flows outside into a stone lined culvert that eventually runs into a creek that eventually runs into the ocean. He let me use the toilet and let me take a shower. He made meal time hard with a dog bowl and my hands restrained behind my back or at my sides. He laughed as he watched me struggle. He said "you make a piss poor dog". Of course the smell of his piss in the bowl made that statement appropriate.

"Our greatest strength lies in the gentleness and tenderness of our heart" - Rumi

Yeah! Being Master's property can be a rough deal but when all is said and done...

It's dinner time and I need to be with my family then spend some serious time in the hot tube with Master and a glass of red wine.

 

 

Thursday Bondage Session

 

Steven is chained in the wine cellar dungeon. He’s been there for nearly two days, alone except for food delivery. He’s not able to move much so he’s struggling to eat and drink from a piss filled dog bowl. He thought it was going to make him horny to be chained and ignored for days. I know he was thinking. I’ve been there myself. I wonder how HE would like to go for thirty long days in the dark with limited mobility and occasional torture and hard punishment. You can tell my sadistic side is coming through because I want him to suffer.

Things have been fun for me too. Master forced me to go to a doctor to find some help getting to sleep at night so I don’t crash and burn with migraines.

I woke up later than usual today. I worked with Dan to get the animals fed and ready for their day outside instead of trying to get it all done before anyone else got up. I have to say, it was more fun doing it with another person. I cleaned up after Master woke instead of being in bed. He still filled me his piss and used me for his morning cum receptacle so I didn’t lose anything there either. We sat down for breakfast. I ate a little more because the doctor told me that I was far too underweight. Butch asked me help outside after breakfast. I was more than happy to work with him.

My afternoon was spent in a severely tight frog tie. Master gagged me with a stuff gag that filled my mouth so full that I couldn’t drool so I had to continuously struggle to swallow it. He placed me on the tile floor at the edge of the office carpet. Any time that I tried to move, my flesh rubbed the edges of the tiles so that I was further stimulated. I was wearing my new chastity belt with the large conical steel butt plug that was further jammed in my ass by the rope bindings. I would call my afternoon predicament excruciating paradise. To torment me even more, every time that Christian came in to the office, he kicked me in my crotch, driving the butt plug against my prostate gland.

Master untied me just before the dinner hour. He removed the chastity belt and fucked me. He came then started to torment my tit while telling me that it wouldn’t stop until I made myself cum. I was tired, too tired, I thought, too cum. My tits burned with pain from Master manipulating them with his fingers. I finally began to edge as he nearly ripped my tits from my chest. He began to lick my face and spit into my mouth then started to rub my pre-pubis penis as I continued to stroke myself. My cum began to boil up, I squeezed my muscles, trying to hold the fire inside then stroked slowly, shooting back over my head and hitting Master in his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crazy Stuff and visiting slave

I came out of the shower all fresh after fuck and giz.  Master handed me a box that came UPS some time ago. It contained a black and white and orange prison uniforms. Yahoo! Inmate was emblazoned on the back and down the legs. Canvas shoes complete the uniform.

A guy named Steven came up the drive to play slave for a week. Not again… this happens every now and then but they never want what they think they want and leave early.

Master and Christian “entertained” him while I went to my studio to work. I got onto the Internet for a while to do some shopping for myself. I bought a couple kilts and all the kit that goes with them and then found a site called Utilikilts that makes kilts for work. I guess I went a little mad with the American Express card. Kilts are really hot looking. Here are the catalogue pictures.

 

Gratuitous cute picture from the web that came up when I did a search for kilts.

Fire Fighters Memorial Kilt

Heather Kilt

Utilikilt

Gladiator kilt that I ordered from Ebay UK last week. Master wear kilts from time to time. His monster v-shape funneling into a gladiator kilt drives me horny to my wits end.

Gratuitous picture from the web of the way I would like to play today, but I know Master is occupied in other ways today.

Master came to the studio to summon me. I hadn’t gotten started painting at that point. The visitor was standing at ease in the middle of the room. Master ordered me “at ready”. I squatted with one leg kneeling and the other foot flat on the floor, waiting to respond to his next order. He signaled me to squat with my hands crossed behind my back. It is a position that he prefers over kneeling because I am at his crotch height and ready to serve him orally if he chooses to use me.  He ordered Steven to do the same. Steven's leg muscles started to give out. His entire body began to tremble and he eventually fell to his knees.

Master ordered me to stand with my hands above my head and turn slowly so that Steven could see the brand on my ribs and mirroring tattoo. Master told Steven to inspect my Groethal Chastity Device and feel its weight. My wrists are still red from playing yesterday and my back still bares the marks and scares from previous beatings. Master stood up and wrapped his hands around my face and neck, blocking my breath until I nearly passed out. He held me so that I wouldn’t fall then turned me around on put his mouth over my mouth and nose, once again blocking my breath. He held me in his arms as I faded.

Master directed Steven to respond to the question”, if you became a slave, would you give yourself to me without limits as my slave has?” then told him he had better think about it seriously during his stay.

After I recovered he ordered me to stand at quiet, meaning that I stand at ease with my nose touching the wall. It is bondage without physical restraints that is more restrictive than physical bindings.

Master ordered Steven to stand at quiet next to me. Master and Christian left to do other things.

Steven was quiet for a while then wanted to talk.  I stood without responding to him and he finally got the message. Master made me stand there until Pete announced lunch. He left Steven standing. He told Steven that he was being punished for talking while at a quiet position so he would not be invited to lunch.

I went to work after lunch while Steven stood at quiet for most of the afternoon before he was called in to Master’s office.

 

 

Ten Penny Nails and Darby Handcuffs

The day started as usual. I woke very early because It was one of those nights when I couldn't wait until morning. I meditated for a while after doing yoga then sat in the living room to read. I went out to take care of the animals and went for a sunrise ride on the stallion. I rode bareback, that seemed ironic consider that I was ridden bareback later that morning.

I cleaned up then crawled back under Master's arms for a few more hours of sleep. He grumbled something about me being cold and then fell back to sleep. 

We played in the barn early in the afternoon. It was simple but eventually painful. Master locked a pair of Darby cuffs on my wrists then nailed the to a wood post with a ten penny nail so that I was forced to stand on the balls of me feet. Before leaving me, Master opened the door to the corral where the Alpaca spend their day. They wandered in and out of the barn. Sometimes they licked me or nibbled at me.  They do this weird nibble that sort of pinches without breaking the skin. I think that groom each other by doing that.  I was covered with Alpaca and Lama saliva in no time. Weird!

Master came out to play with me. He gagged me with a ball gag and snapped tiny black plastic clothespins over my body. The clothes pins are not much wider than an eight inch and they have tiny sharp points that feel like needles poking the skin without actually breaking through the skin. They cause the skin to protest with almost unbearable pain.

Master kneeled in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. He stimulated me until I nearly cum then started to backhand and slap the clips of my body, while laughing at my screams. He placed the clips around the edge of my corona and nibbled at my tits. My cock grew, causing the clips to dig deeper into my cock. He slapped the clips off my cock while I fought back tears. He kneeled in front of me again to take my cock in his mouth. He sucked until I came, then stood up and spit the cum into my face.

Master pulled the nail out of the post and walked me into the house.

One of my Mares is pregnant, as I expected.

Daniel emerged from The Box after nearly two days of isolation. He was as high as a kite and exhausted. His smile started from deep within his psyche. It was the longest bondage that he's experienced since escaping his ass of a Master in S.F. It was good to see him comfortable with bondage again.

Musing

I saw a young man, perhaps in his early twenty, who was sitting in a chair outside of Barns and Noble. I was intrigued and amused by him. He was tall and thin; he wore brown chukka boots, jeans, striped shirt and tie with a corduroy sports coat. He wore Rayban sunglasses and smoked an expensive looking pipe, it sort of a blond color. His hair was swept back into a pompadour with the sides shaved. It seemed as if he was posing for GQ Magazine. He took delight in the fact that I took time to notice him. What is the word, Metrosexual? I couldn’t help but wonder if he was cruising.

 

He looked sort of like this guy – Tumblr Essence of Man

Daniel spent two days strapped in The Box. Butch, his “Daddy”, nervously did the bondage. Daniel came to me some months ago when his Master battered him. I took him in to take care of him when he got out of the hospital. I gave him a job working with Butch. He eventually moved into the Caretakers Cabin and they’ve been together since. Butch has been taking Daniel into BDSM in baby steps while he builds up his trust again.

Daniel was naked when he went into the box. Butch opens the lid every few hours to check on him. He’s a lucky boy to find such a person to take care of him. Butch is perpetually happy and smiling where Dan’s previous abusive master was sullen, cynical and abusive to everyone. What a change.

I know it’s ridiculous but I feel jealous and possessive about someone else being locked in “my” box.

I know this is just a matter of preference but I get turned off when I see pictures of guys with cigarettes and massively large cigars sticking out in front of the faces like proboscis. I also get turned off by guys flipping a bird at the camera. Is it supposed to be hot looking? So why do I think it’s kind of hot when guys smoke decent size cigars and pipes? It seems sort of hypocritical to me.

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I’ve actually sold my first piece of art yesterday. It’s going into a friend’s houseboat in Lake Washington in Seattle. I don’t even have a picture of it and I had no idea of what to ask for it. I blurted out a price in fun before I realized that he was serious about buying it and he paid it. I just finished it the night before he came to visit.

 

 

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I like the feeling of being handcuffed.

It's a simple way of stripping a man of his power.