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.

 

 

Shopping in San Francisco or a trip through online catalogues

Yes, so this is really boring. Master and I went shopping in San Francisco today. We went to a few stores that were absolutely absurd. This place called The Archive had "artisan?" clothing. The prices were silly. For one thing, when I see 70% off on sale items, I'm offended. I would be angry if I bought a shirt for $500. and found it on sale for $130. a month later. Leather coats for $5000. that looked like the were sewn by a seventh grade home economics class.  Pure garbage.  I guess I'm just not the fashionista who doesn't care about being skewered at the check-out.

I did buy a suit, since all my suits are in the closet in my New York apartment.  It's a good wool suit in a traditional fit with slacks the fit instead of cling to the body. The jacket fits. I hate the suits you see on TV these days that look two sizes too small. If you're going to dress, don't buy something that makes you look like a Wal-Mart shopper.

We got bored with shopping in less time than it took to drive down from home. I think I'll stick to online shopping or stick with men's shops that know how to truly fit a man. Master, who came up with the shopping idea in the first place didn't want anything but a trip to Mr. S Leather where he bought a couple t-shirts and new cock and ball toys.

We grabbed a salad on the way home. It was a deconstructed BLT made with heirloom tomatoes and uncured organically raised bacon. Extra Bacon Please!!!

We haven't played, we haven't even had sex so far today but he did grab me by holding his hand over my face and nose a couple time when we were in The Archive. He told me to shut up a few times just because he could. And he grabbed my collar when I wasn't paying attention to home because I was distracted by a few really beautiful men.



Pictures from Tumblr  _ I'm in the mood for breath play tonight

 

I love it when Master uses his belt for a bridle while fucking me,

it feels so dangerous and sexy. Sometimes I feel fear that enhances every other feeling.

 

 

 

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.