In the Studio

slave is outside working with the animals this morning. He plans to work with them all day. He needs it and all of his furry friends enjoy his presence as much as he enjoys being with them.

I released slave from his storage closet in time to clean up for dinner. He was a bit sore but emerged with a smile. I cleaned up and changed with him. I pulled my belt out of my jeans and folded it over, intending to toss it on the bed. Slave moaned at that moment causing him to grab the metal that manages his genitals. He dropped to his knees and said "yes Master" before sticking his butt in position to be a target. How could I ignore and invitation like that?

I belted my slave's ass until it was red, raw and welted.
"Thank you Master."

Bondage at 40,000 Feet

You might have heard of the Mile High Club. Master has that beat. How about bondage, ass beating, skull fuck and fucking at 40,000 feet.

The only passengers were Master Christopher and me. To Pilots in the cockpit and a flaming ginger boy attending to our needs. None of them seemed to mind. In fact, the men in the cockpit took turns watching. The ginger boy stood well away from the activity. I could here him gasp even with Master's cock filling my head and throat.

We're nearly home. We're coming to the eastern slope of the Rocky's. I bet the dogs can feel us coming near. Animals are funny that way.

Coffee, Tea and Me

Bondage and spanking for an hour were on the menu this afternoon. That what I spun on the Wheel of Misfortune for the day. Master tied me over a bench that we use for a coffee table in the TV room. He settled in for a break from his office with a cup of coffee. He watched some old tape of a Rugby match.

He sent me out earlier to pick a bunch of branches from the fields that he tied in a bundle to form a birch. He gagged me with a ball gag on tore into me with the birch during commercial breaks.

My back end was a bloody mess by the time the hour had passed. I wore an adult diaper after the cleaning the would to keep my butt clean and my jeans free from the blood that seeped from the wounds.

All wound up

I don't get real punishment often. One of the worst things that I do that Master has zero tolerance for is attempt to express negativity. It doesn't work for anyone. I think it is my adult version of a temper tantrum that is usually aimed at myself. The second is that anxiety over nothing starts like an internal fire. It starts with a tiny spark and steadily builds until I am consumed in its flames.

If I express negativity, Master will tell me "stop!".  I get one chance to stop, after that, If I continue I am scheduled for a severe punishment after I calm down. If anxiety builds, Master tells me to stop what I am doing and "go walk or run it off!". If I don't IMMEDIATELY do as I am told, Master will IMMEDIATELY make mince meat out of my butt. There is no second chance.

I started t feel anxiety last night. I went to clean the kitchen. I got the dishes put away then started cleaning cabinet doors, counter tops and started to take the pots off the pot rack to dust and clean them. I worked with ever increasing speed, feeling more and more stress.  The clattering disturbed Master.  He stepped inside the kitchen arch and asked me what I was doing.  By that time, my face was red, I was shaking and almost in tears. All that I said was "I can't stand the dirt". Master told me to put my clothes on and get out of the house and take the dogs with you.

Master grabbed me by the neck with his right hand as I tried to pass him. He twisted me around so I was standing with my back to him. He squeezed my neck and covered my mouth and nose with his left hand and began to "choke" and "suffocate" me. I struggled to breath. I don't stand a chance against him. "Boy, this is the worst thing that can happen to you. I can keep this up until you're dead. Nothing is worth the hell you are putting yourself through and I can tell by you're reaction that you're not ready for that.  Fuck boy, the anxiety is going to kill you".

I dressed myself and pulled on a jacket. Master was waiting at the back door for me. He whistled for the dogs and we all went walking. We made the circuit around the fence line and ended up on the Sunrise Deck. Master lit the gas fire and his cigar and sat back in a lounge chair to watch the stars. He reached into his jacket pocket to produce my pipe and handed it to me. I sat on the deck next to Master.  We sat in silence.

Strapaddo. red butt, sore man tits and inflamed hole

Strappado - Well, not strictly.

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

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

Why the hell did I sign up for this life?

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

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

Breakfast and Newspaper by the fireplace for Master and Christian

Taken from the dungeon. I cleaned up and out. I hoped for breakfast simply because I hadn't eaten in over twenty four hours. The cook set up breakfast on a side table for Master and Christian. Sade was playing softly in the background. The two men put me in a complicated rope hog tie and left me gagged and drooling on the tile floor

The cook cleared away breakfast and brought fresh mugs of coffee touched with Irish Mist to the two men.  They paged through newspapers, completely ignoring the hunk of flesh struggling silently near their feet. They eventually decided to go out for a walk and a cigar, leaving me behind.

I am plain fucked! Barely human and denied by my lust.

Punishment for nothing

Master had a new collar made after seeing a similar collar Serious Bondage.  It is a high thick collar that rigidly locks onto my cage bars. He stuffed my ass with a plug and locked it in place. and cuffed and manacled me with four way police cuffs with an 18 inch chain between the wrists and ankles.  I crawled into my cage and he placed the collar around my neck.  A protrusion from the back of the collar grasps the cage bars as it is locked around my neck. He locked my cage and left me in the dark overnight and into today.

He took me out of the cage but left the restraints on. He told me to stand in the center of the dungeon. He drew his heavy belt from his jeans and beat the hell out of me.  There was not apparent reason except that he felt like it.

 

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Leaving the restraints on, He chained my collar to the wall in the dungeon and left me until this evening.

 

 

 

 

That's the way it goes.

Refelction

Master had fucked me and stopped short of cumming. He pushed a steel ass tunnel into my ass then jacked himself off inside of me. He plugged it before locking my Carrara chastity belt that made pushing the tunnel and plug out impossible.

We watched a movie a few days ago in which the hero had his wrists handcuffed to the chair legs. The bag guys tied his feet to the chair legs then gagged him with a blue bandana that was knotted in the middle. The bad guys started to interrogate him. They started out by slapping him and gradually started slugging him in the chest and gut. They threated him with a large knife and cut him on the chest.  I, in perverse hard cock sarcasm said, "It looks like fun to me".

Master gave me a chance to experience much of the interrogation that the hero in the movie experienced this afternoon,  He had me sit on a bar stool with a tall back on it. He handcuffed my wrists to the back legs, cuffed my ankles to the chair then used a thick brown leather strap to pin my upper body against the back of the chair.  I bounced up and down on the stool as much as I could to try to drive the tunnel deeper into my ass. The experience was pleasurable up to that point.

Christian, our body guard was and interrogation specialist when he was in the army. It wasn't the US army so the things that he did were very different from what he supposedly would not have done in a branch of our military.  Master turned me over to him and sat back in his big brown leather chair, lit a long fat cigar and watched Christian work me over. Christian gagged me with a knotted bandana then secured it by wrapping dust tape around my head several times. He pressed the tape on my face as he stretched it very tightly around and around.  He pinched my nose between his finger and thumb to see if there were any air leaks in the gag. I gasped and struggled before he let me breath.  There were no leaks.

The game was, "TELL ME WHERE YOU HIDE THE GOLD"?  He told me to make it easy on myself by telling him right away. I couldn't answer him if I tried because of the gag job that he did on me. There was no answer to give him but he played dead serious.  He went from being an eagle eyed mild mannered guy to a monster with hatred and malice in his eyes.

He asked me where I hid the gold several times.
I shook my head "no".  He slapped and backhanded me across the face. He obviously held back.
He asked me again.
He slapped and back handed me again and again, each time just a little harder.
He stood back and turned to talk to Master for a few moments than came back to backhand me.
I actually tasted blood.
He slugged me in the chest, first one side then the either.
"WHERE IS THE GOLD"?
He slugged me in the chest again.
I tried to yell but each time I tried to make a noise he pinched my nose closed.

My chastised cock hurt more than anything that he did to me.

He switched gears and pinched the muscles on top of the shoulders.  It hurt, unbearable pain drew involuntary tears. I struggled to get him to stop working those muscles.  I was serious, I wanted him to stop,

He drew his knife from his boot sleeve and touched it's point to the tip of my nose.  He drew the blade against my face as if he was shaving me.

"TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING GOLD IS NOW!!!!  or I'm going to start cutting you".
He nicked me on the right side of my chest.  A drew a few drops of blood.  He put me in a sleeper hold and pretended to snap my neck.  I passed out from a combination of primal fear and lack of oxygen.

I woke up, still fastened to the chair.  Master laughed "Have you had enough"?  I shook my head "yes".

Master and Christian removed the bindings and the gag. Master unlocked the chastity belt and told me to go in to the bathroom to remove the plug and dump the jiz out of my gut and come to the bedroom.  Christian and Master were both waiting for me with semi-hard cocks waiting for me to stiffen.  Master fucked my head while Christian took my ass.  Master told me to jack-off while they fucked me.  Christian filled my as then Master took over my ass, telling me that he would not stop until I got myself off.  Christian stepped around to my head and softly slapped me and held my nose and mouth closed.  I finally, after weeks of being denied begged Master for permission.

"You damn well better" he said, "Because I can't hold out for ever".  I pumped a screaming load into the air hitting Master in the face. He was pumping and slamming hard as my ass pulsated from cumming.  PERFECTION!

My face was lightly bruised.  I hope the cut on my chest scars.  It's about an inch long.  I rinsed the blood and pre-cum out of my mouth and there is no more blood.  I must have bitten my cheek when Christian hit me.

Impaled

Hey guys,

The slave is bound in a chair with his hands strapped hard behind the chair. I got his wrists pulled down tight to the so his shoulders are pulled back on themselves.  The slave is being fucked with a fuck machine.  It is going on an hour now. He'd be screaming except that he is taped gagged with a pair of my stinking underwear stuffed down his throat. I'm going to take that shit out of mouth and fuck his throat with my cock while he's being fucked up the shit hole with that machine.

It's a good fucking slave who takes my shit day after day and means it when he thanks me for it.

Do you fucking measure up?

People are only interested in pictures

My slave is indisposed today. You're going to have to read this if you fuck-offs are at all interested. You worthless pieces of shit are not worth my slaves time. I am thinking about closing this blog so he does not have to take time from me to do it everyday

If you have the god dam brains to read this let me know if you care.
You can also let me know if you have any ideas for working him over.
The winner might just win a weekend as his stead, if you think you can take it.

Master Ian

Unfinished Business

We started the morning in the Dungeon where we were interrupted the day before. Master strapped me down on the table after he gagged and blindfolded me. I drew his belt from his jeans and gave me three whacks, one on my butt, one across the thighs and the last across my back. He left his belt lay across my back and left me to ponder the coming pain.

As I drifted off into bondage euphoria, I began to think about the handcuffs that he broke the day before and Master's speed and agility. He's a big man who is as likely to move like a Ninja Warrior as he is to move like the Hulk that he appears to be. I thought of actually trying to escape him and how utterly useless it would be. I thought of how happy I am to have him for a Master, best friend and love. I lost my ability to have a logical thought and I drifted deeper into euphoria. I felt my hard cock which he had pulled back between my legs, straining to straighten out in front of me.

My back side was on fire when he finished working me over.  He was nude and his cock rigid and red.  He pulled me down to the bottom of the table and sunk himself inside me. He finished loading my ass then hiked me atop the table again and played with my tits while working my cock until I shot.

We got dressed and walked the horses and a couple of the dog around the ranch. It was like a slow Sunday with nothing to do and no where to go.

What do you do when you don't have any restraints?

We are staying in the Grand Hotel Villa Cora.  It's a little too luxurious for my tastes but the suites are large and the bedroom has no walls adjoining other hotel suites so it's private.

Master had a business meeting to attend today and didn't want me out on my own, even with my body guard.  He wanted to tie me up and leave me but we didn't have any bondage gear with us.  What was Master to do?

He left the room for a while and came back with five new belts,  He stripped me from my shorts and used the belts to tie me up.  He folded the belts and pulled a loop through the buckle.  He slipped it up my arms then tightened it above my elbows.  He did the same at my wrists, above my knees and around my ankles.  He used the fifth belt to pull my ankles almost to my wrists.  He stuffed one of his sweaty red socks into my mouth, layering it as he packed it almost to my throat.  He tied the sock gag in place with another sock tied in a tight knot around my head.  He got himself ready for his meeting then checked and tightened the belts on his way out the door. My body guard watched as Master bound me and watched me struggle.  I almost got the wrist belt loose enough to get my hands free when my body guard decided that "I might be in danger if I got free" and tightened everything again.  He pulled my upper arms tighter until I cried out in pain. He sat back to watch me and the television while I lay there on the floor.  I couldn't struggle because any time that I tried, searing pain shot through my shoulders. My cock strained against the ever present chastity belt.  I wet the carpet beneath me with my precum.

Master returned and bend over me to inspect my restraints. He was concerned about the tightness of the upper arm restraint. He started to loosen it and I shook my head "no".  He let me suffer as long as there was no danger. I actually liked the strictness of the bondage. Bondage for pain is one of my favorite situations to be in.  Master returned and released the hog tie.  He rolled me onto my back and began to play with my tits.  He squeezed, pulled and pinched.  His grip became ever more intense.  I tried to scream but my spit soaked sock gag kept me quiet.  He kept working my tits to the point that I was sobbing.  He kept working my tits while he handed the key to my chastity belt to our companion.  Once he managed to get my swollen cock free, Master slid down.  He sucked my cock while still working my tits. I came, unable to warn him.  He swallowed my cum and licked my cock and balls as if was searching for more.  He removed the restraints and pulled me to the bed.  He pushed my torso down on the bed.  He pulled my face to the left and spit out a heavy glob on my lips and told me not to waste it.  He spit on my rectum and pushed himself inside me.  He fucked me slowly until he came.  He pushed me on to my knees and made me clean his cock with my tongue. I used to hate it when he forced me to do this but now, we are so close that we're probably made of each other.

We went out for late lunch and went back to the hotel to pack. I absolutely craved his touch.  I wrapped my arms around Master and he responded with a bear hug.  He wrapped his right hand around my neck and whispered "you're mine, never forget that".  It was a moment of the possessiveness that he often expresses.
"Sir, I know".

Master Ian's Slave

This blog is written by No Trace & edited by Master Ian

Picture is from a Tumblr blog.

This is a story of Trace, his life and his journey into dedicating himself to the service of the man who came to own him.