Sleep Walker

The boy was sleep walking again last night. I caught him walking up the mountain toward the Oaks. He was stark naked and shivering. He woke up in a sleep sack laying in bed next to me wondering how he got there.

He's up and working outside as if nothing happened. He's been a sleep walker for his entire life. I'm taking his haunted self to a doctor to see what can be the cause. I have been thinking of keeping him in the sleep sack every night but then I would miss his arms holding me.

I've never known anyone has passionate as my slave. He got up, cleaned around the barn doors and then let his animals out into the coral one by one, giving each a hug and a small apple or carrot. He looked like a child at a petting zoo or like fucking Saint Francis of Assisi.

Birthday Earthquake

We had an Earthquake this morning that shook Napa Valley. The epicenter was apparently 70 miles away. We weren't sure what hit us because we often feel tremors. Our house is on top of a mountain, which is more stable ground than the surrounding valleys. A few things slipped off shelves and tables and we sustained a crack in one of the big living room windows but that is all. I didn't feel anything but a slight vibration. By the time the guys came down to get me, it was over.

I wonder sometimes if I get the worst migraines when the ground moves. Daniel said the animals were nervous and the geese were unusually noisy. I continued my nap up the mountain near the Oaks with the dogs surrounding me.

During a party at the clubhouse in London, one of the slave had a wide collar locked on the he told me was lined with hundreds of tiny pin pricks. I would have had full blown wood if I hadn't been locked. I excitedly told Master about. He inspected it as well as he could then asked the slave's Master if he could get a good look at it. Regie is the slave's owner.

Later that night, I confessed that I having a jock from Mr. S that was retrofitted with a locking belt that is lined with hundreds of pin pricks, as well as a matching sleeveless T-shirt and bondage  booties that I should have thrown away because I hate them. I had worn these things around my apartment but never had the nerve to wear them out or tell visiting tops that I have them in my toy collection.

It was Master who first insisted that I model the items for him. He's locked them on a few times but then we lost interest until Regie sent us the collar. But still, they never caught on.

All of this comes no more than a few weeks after I read the story on MetalBondNyc called Bondage  Fantasy World about a guy who forced in bondage that was lined with "nails". The story rocked my world. I thought how cool it would be to experience the imprisonment in the story while at the same time feeling horrified by it. It is amazing how serendipitously or thoughts and reality collide and mesh with each other. Buddha said something like "We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world." I truly believe his thoughts but sometimes forget and with my thoughts screw up my world.

My migraine had passed except for the haze that I am in. It was cake and gift time. The most fun of all the gifts was the over the knee paddling that each person gave me. I got passed from one person to the next until we had counted my age. I finally got to open the box that Regie shipped from his shop in London. I had to work the package open without being allowed to use tools to cut the tape. Finally!
I got it open. I pulled a large heavy garment out of the box that had fifteen locked straps on the outside of it. It must weigh fifty pounds. It was the fucking daddy of all sleep sacks, I thanked everyone profusely. Regie gave me a key to the locks and told me to open them. I was too excited to unlock everything myself so Regie dropped to his knees and unlocked everything. He partially opened the bag and took my hand and made me stroke the interior. Ouch and Double Ouch! The entire interior is lined with tiny sharp points. "I don't fucking know about this one guys!"

Regie said, "you're going to know soon enough".

Again, I can't say I understand how coincidence play out in this world.

Master ordered me to get ready to try it out. He followed me into the bedroom to make sure I took a piss. Master had laid out while I was in the bathroom, stalling, afraid of what I was going to experience and then decided his thinking was all wrong. Strip slave. He watched me as I nervously removed my clothing. Using his finger under my collar, he led me into the great room. Regie had the bag entirely opened and waiting for me.

Master being Master and Regie being a sadistic tailor and leather making came up with giving me a sleep sack and hood. The entire sleep sack is lined with thousands of pin pricks and the gag that snaps in the hood also as almost undetectable pinpricks.

Regie applied the hood. It had two holes for breathing, no mouth or eye opening. He carefully slipped the gag in my mouth. The points were irritating but not sharp enough to do real damage. He laced it very tightly then buckled and closed the straps. The wasn't a strap for the neck. I sat in the lower body of the sack and carefully lifted my legs until my feel were in the toes of the sack. The process continued at a snail's pace until all my body parts were in the correct places. Master and Regie zipped the bag and then laced, pulling the laces snugly. They worked together to fasten the straps. I was in a sort of endorphin induced psychosis or something because I actually enjoyed all the sensations the beg was producing. When they locked the first padlock I tried to communicate "tighter" with the tiny prickers causing pain in my mouth. Regie asked "what did you say boy"? I tried to say "tighter. It worked because the two Masters tightened each strap.

I can't explain what I felt. Everything inched of my body was tormented with tiny points of pain that caused me to feel like I was flying high on some sort of Narcotic. I was in the sack for a full hour from the time the last lock with snapped close. The worst pain as they went through the process of taking me out of the sack. I think I was crying but I can't say for sure. The four Masters peeled me out of the bag. I was covered with what looked like a rash with a few tiny drops of blood here and there.
They opened the bag completely and left it in the middle of the floor for me to clean tomorrow. I went to shower again, washing thoroughly with a natural antibacterial called H2Ocean that instantly breaks down blood and washes it down the drain. It was made for new tattoos and piercings but I keep a bottle for generally first aide.

I returned to the bedroom and grabbed a box filled with gifts for my family. Artisan made pear brandy from a tiny producer in France. It has a tiny pear in the bottle with tiny flecks of pure gold. It was wrapped with a yellow ribbon on the neck of the bottle held in place with a gold wax seal. I tasted it on our last trip and shipped two cases home. It is divinely smooth and light like drinking fresh pressed pear juice with a kick. I popped a bottle open and let everyone taste what I had given them. I also gave Master Ian a box wrapped in red paper that I drew balloons on. I asked him not to open it until we are alone together.

Fun with subliminal hypnotism. It really works.

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

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

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

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

Lets Explain this Shit!

My slave is having a birthday coming up next Saturday. The only thing the slave wants is to go through his ultimate fantasy slave hell for an (unknown to him) period of time. In addition, he has asked for a trial period of a fantasy that he wrote about some time in the last few months. I will paste the fantasy into this document.

You will see bits about what we have done over the last five days. They are a script, that we have been following, to some extent. The dreaded corset a kink that he is exploring. He saw guys bound in corsets at a leather event before we met. One was wearing shoulder to below corset that enclosed everything, including his arms. The bloke could hardly walk. His Domme was shocking him remotely for not keeping pace with her. He got up the nerve to ask who made the bondage gear. The woman asked him if he wanted to try it but he couldn't stand the thought of having a woman touch him.
He actually loves the corset. He likes the restriction and having to struggle to breath.

Telling the whole story would kill the drama.

The slave has until the 25th before his birthday present ends.

Here's the fantasy.

Master and I have endlessly kinky minds and almost unlimited funds to buy or have things made to satisfy our kinky ideas. We also have friends who are construction contractors who find our ideas entertaining so they are always willing to work with us.

I am very sore and very horny today. The punishment was like a catharsis although intensely painful.
I am not allowed to struggle or cry out during punishment. If I were to break that rule, punishment would be extended. I can barely handle what was given. Christian administered two separate Navel Barracks Routines. One set for disobeying Master, the other for disrupting family harmony. Read about the Naval Barracks Routine.

We have a lot of discussions about “what if”, “If only, “I wonder” and so on when Master and I discuss kinky lifestyles and occurrences in our daily life. That is how he joined the Chateau. In our beginning conversations before I submitted to him for a month, I mentioned my fantasy about being taken to a location in some unknown location to be turned into a slave and then sold to a Master, never to be seen again. He told me that he actually knew of a place. It excited me but he refused to discuss the particulars. I thought he was wanking my head to excite me. It never left my memory but I didn’t think anything like that existed. Unfortunately, places like that do exist and they are rarely for pleasure. He arranged to take me there for training after he declared to me that I was his slave.

The Chateau is an on-going “what if” that I don’t enjoy but it is an important aspect of our relationship. It has taught me that some men and their slaves have strict relationships that do not share the sense of equality that exists in my relationship with Master. Some of these men are bound and stored until their owners want to entertain themselves with them. It’s frightening but also intriguing. I’ve had a taste of being objectivized. It was fun, horrifying and damn boring.

My life was horribly boring and restrictive as a child. I never went anywhere without a chaperone. Sometimes I felt like a dog on the end of a choke chain. It was for my protection from my evil and sinister mother who tried on occasion to steal me from my grandparents. On one hand, I had everything; on the other hand, I had to earn everything that I wanted. Then all of the sudden, there was no one left to take care of me. Everyone died. It’s odd that I grew up feeling overly responsible for everything in life. I wondered what it would feel like if I had to do as I was told without thinking. I wondered what it would be like to refer to other people with obviously terms of respect that would take away my stature as “Boss” or “Head of the Family”. How could I rid myself of authority and daily control over my life?  My discussions with Master were truly regarded even though we didn’t discuss possible realities.

I also wondered how long I could take frequent long term bondage. I asked Master if he thought he could do that too someone and be happy and turned on by it. I knew he could do it for hours or days and I knew the depth of his conviction when he said “NO!” but I wondered how we could live as some of the Master’s and their slaves the Chateau.

We had a long discussion out on the deck after dinner. He smoked a long black Maduro cigar and told me that he would enjoy it if I would smoke my pipe. We smoke infrequently these days. I fidgeted in the corset and Carrara belt. Master told me to stand and said he would fix that for me. He unlocked the corset, tightened the laces and then relocked it. He tightened the out strap and told me that if I was uncomfortable sitting that I should stand. I pulled my jeans up and buttoned my flannel shirt. I packed my pipe and lit it and re-lit Master’s cigar and I stood in front of him while he talked.

“I have decided to make you a true slave. As of the conversation, you will no longer have the freedom to do what you want when you want. You will experience constant bondage of a greater magnitude than what your collar and chastity devices provide. You endure frequent long term incarcerations.  Butch, Christopher and I will carry dog whips with which to punish you for anything we feel is cause.” He took a folded paper from the back pocket of his worn leather jeans. He told me that if I wanted this life change that I should sign the very statement that he had just made. He told me to think about it while he called Butch and Christopher out to witness and sign the document explaining what their duties and rights are.

I took the pen from Master and asked, “and what is the duration of this agreement?”
Master said, “there is no termination date”.
I shrugged my shoulder and touched the pen to the paper.
Butch asked me if I was sure that I wanted this. I signed the document. Master Ian signed the document followed by Master Christopher and then Master Butch.

Master reached into a canvas bag to pull out three dog whips to distribute to the other Masters. The whips look like 3 foot long signal whips. The Masters each gave me ten lashes to teach me what to expect for any infraction of rules. I do not know exactly that the rules are. Master Ian told me that if I protested, talked back disrespectfully or overtly disobeyed a direct order that I would be punished by the usual method, implying the Naval Barracks Routine. I am at their mercy. May be I am insane but I like exactly what I signed up for. I have trusted each one of the Masters with my life from the first day I met each of them.

Master Ian is taking me to the city (SF) tomorrow. He wants my P.A. to be turned into an Apadravya so there is more meat involved in the piercing. He also wants my nipples pierced. (I wonder how that will affect my love of tit torture). Master is bringing restraints and a gag with because he wants the event to be memorable. The piercer, a longtime friend is an expert at turning a piercing session into torture. We’re going to his house to have this done because if he was caught doing something the way Master wants him to do it in the shop, he could get into trouble.

I am told that I will not be writing this blog for quite some time and that Master Ian may take on the responsibility. I hope that he will allow me to write from time to time. I’d like you to know how I am doing.

He's not going to be available until the middle of week. He'll be a pierced man then, except for the tits. I like to play with them too much.

Enjoy the read.

New Induction Process

The slave didn't realize what I had done to him on his visit real encounter with me. I hypnotized him to follow my commands and enjoy being bound and left alone. It came to home in pulses when ever the heating system came on. He also sees a psychologist that helps him understand his relationship with his family. He uses hypnotism as well. The slave is easily hypnotized so I have an additional avenue of control over him that he consented to after listening to it while not in a trance.

He is in the cold room in the wine cellar. He often "hides there" when he has a migraine. I put him in his favorite leather sleep sack. It is black thick leather with a soft kidskin type blood red leather. He's bound and strapped down with a catheter in his cock because he ain't getting out for maybe twenty four hours. He likes it up to a point or he will by the time I'm done fucking him over in the head. He's got headphones playing an endless loop of slave behavior instructions that I recorded with my own voice.

He asked for this shit sometime back and now he's getting it.

Another Chaste Day on the Ranch

Sex without relief.
I haven't complained about this before but I am horny as hell today. My nuts are filled to the point that the scrotum is struggling at the edge of the nut cup for space.

 

I've been bound and fucked in every way possible over the last weeks and haven't gotten off in longer than I can remember. Chastity is a great kink but sometimes you really pay for the pleasure of being locked up.  Sometimes I think I am cunning while Master fucks me but I'm never sure.  My whole crotch is a cum filled mess so there is no way to discern whether I've added to it. I'm certainly not feeling any orgasms. 

 

 

 

I spent most of yesterday chained in the wine cellar.

 

Today was a work day. I worked in the office then retired to the studio to work.  I went out to be with my pets after lunch. I feel energized being with them.  I feel like a kid when I'm out playing with them.  The dogs play fetch and the horses kick a big bright blue ball around. The goats, llamas and alpaca just want to be stroked and hand fed. The cows just walk around chewing grass all day.

 

 

 

 

 

Dreaming in Bondage

Have you ever fallen into a sound sleep while in intense bondage?

I bought a really nice straightjacket and sleep sack while visiting London a few years ago.  They are both made of heavy black leather with quilting and padding is all the essential areas.  The straps and buckles are extra wide with locking buckles. They're both lined with blood red buttery-soft calf skin that absorbs my sweat and starts to sling deliciously to my body.   No one has ever been in them beside me.

Master laid the body bag out on the bed and opened it up.  He laced a snug leather hood over my head with nostril openings and a grommet over the mouth. I crawled into the body bag. He tickled me for a few moments then began lacing the bag closed. He buckled the collar.  There is a flap that covers the laces that zips with a heavy black metal zipper. The zipper pull locks into the collar.  Once zipped, Master began to buckle the straps snugly but not too tightly. Master wanted me to sleep in the sack all night. Once strapped in with all the padlocks secured, he crawled into bed beside me and laid his arm across me.

I was too excited to fall asleep. I clearly didn't want to risk waking Master by testing my bonds. I lay quiet listening to him breathe and smelling cigar and the mint from his toothpaste on his breath.

I dozed in and out of sleep. At one point I was having a pleasant dream that caused me to laugh out loud. Master slapped me across the gut and told me to be quiet.  I dozed in and out of sleep a few times then fell into a deep sleep. I had no concept of the time when I sudden awoke from a stressful dream. I didn't know where I was or why everything was so black and why I couldn't move. I felt like I was dreaming a dream from which I couldn't wake. I felt panicked until I finally realized where I was.

It was interesting to be so completely disoriented and so completely bound. I laid awake listening to my heart race and then slowly fall to a slow steady thump that resonated though out my senses until I fell into dreamless sleep.