Studio Bondage TIme.

I invaded the slave's studio this morning. My intention was to show him that no space is off limits to my demands. I wanted his ass and I wanted to tie the fucker up and leave him alone to simmer after I fucked him. I think that he wants it this way.

I packed a sack of toys from the dungeon to bring with me.

I was sitting at his drawing table starring into space. He hadn't noticed that I walked in until I stomped my boots behind his chair. He turned, looking embarrassed, slid off of his chair and kneelt in front of me. I picked him up from the floor and he threw his arms over my shoulder and kissed me. I in turn, wrapped my hands around his neck and forcibly kissed him. I started to ease off but he put his hands over mine and put pressure on them, wanting me to constrict his breath and kiss him harder. I adjusted my hands to hold him more closely then held his neck until his eyes began to roll back in his head then released him, holding him the whole while so he would not fall.

He asked, "did you come to get me to put me on the table again"?
"No slave, not that but sit down in that chair over there". All the chairs in the studio are metal with arms except the stool at his bench which easily adjust in height and has a base that allows him to roll forward over his drawing table or toward a painting on his smaller easel.

I tied him in the metal chair with rope and then snapped a pair of clamps on his nipples. I gagged him with a simple ball gag. He was comfortable but would not easily escape. I slipped a blindfold over his eyes so that he would lose his sense of time and the set his IPod, the source of music in his sound system, to random play indefinitely. I mouthed his cock for a few moments then kissed him on his forehead and told him that I would see him later.

The studio is monitored with cameras and sound just like the rest of the property.

He has been bound for over twelve hours. I'm planning to collect him in another 3 to 4 hours.

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Torture

Master grabbed my collar and dragged me out to the dungeon. I wondered when he would do it. He strung me up in a vertical spread eagle position with a gag and head harness both silencing me and stretching me in five directions. It felt good to have him do as he wanted without care for me or my feelings.

Of course he cares for my well being but at the time, it made it obvious that he was going to do what ever he wanted and I had not choice.

Master took the plastic box filled with Young Tongue Forceps from the cabinet and began placing them over my entire body, face, tongue and ears. I bought the clamps so I knew there are 50 pairs. He emptied the entire box then stood back with his arms crossed to admire his handy work. I moaned and came close to screaming. The clamps were still on the first click. I knew it was only the beginning. He tightened the clamps on my scrotum and hung lead weight on each of the clamps. He tightened the clamps on my cock the ratcheted the clamps on my tits until they were fully closed and tight then used plastic cable ties to tighten them even more and lock them in place in the process.

I had all I could do to keep from flipping out. I began to breath deeply, 4 breaths per minute, which helped me cope with the pain. He went about my body tightening and loosening clamps, trying his best to get me to break down and beg him to stop. I have learned that I could beg until my throat was raspy and it would do no good.

Tears flowed uncontrollably until I thought I had fainted. I momentarily blacked out and turned inward and fell into a state of resolve. I think I stopped reacting. Master began to slowly twist and remove the clamps. I felt a sting as each clamp released the flow of blood that was denied to my skin.
I dreaded having the clamps removed from my genitals while at the same time silently begging for an end to the pain.

Master teased and tormented my tits before he used the wire cutter to remove the cable ties from the clamps. Just the slight release caused pain that made me scream. He teased and twisted my tit more until he got to the loosest click on the clamp then smiled. He simultaneously yanked both clamps, stretch, abrading and releasing the grasp all at once. I screamed into the gag and felt like I was convulsing. Master played my tit with his fingers while jerking me off. I couldn't cum though my cock was rigid. He went down on me. His warm mouth felt wonderful. He teased my frenum with his tongue until I erupted straight into his mouth. He sucked me dry then cleaned every last drop of cum with his tongue.

He has taken my cum twice now.

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.

Last Night

So we were staying in a hotel in San Francisco last night. Master had me tied quite inescapable, in fact, uncomfortably inescapable. He had stuffed a wash cloth into my mouth, tied it in place with a dirty sock then wrapped duct tape around it several times.

I'd been that way since lunch.

He slipped into his 20 hole grinders and laced then snuggly over his tightest leather jeans. His words were muffled a bit by a cigar that he held in his mouth. "I'm going out for a few hours but don't worry, I'll tighten your bondage and wrap more tape around your gag before I leave and so you won't get bored, I'll clamp you tits and the tip of your cock".

He turned the lights out just before leaving. "Don't forget", he said, "You're in a hotel room and you don't want to disturb the other guests", he laughed as he closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the hallway.

So, wherever you are, that's were you are.

Pain set in quickly as the teeth from the clamp on the tip of my cock started to work into my flesh.

Master, soon to be husband, warned me that we were to spend our "honeymoon" as husband and object. It seems to me that the knots in my harness are tightening and I plan on enjoying it.

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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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.

Intense Bondage

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Intense Bondage

Okay!  I posted this picture a couple days ago. I commented that I hoped the guy in the picture was wearing clamps on his man tits and a collar. I don’t do it to intentionally make a suggestion to Master but he increasing takes my commentary as some that I’d like to experience.  Master reads my blog everyday so he knows what I am saying in it and often edits the posts if I say something he doesn’t like.
He read my comments on the picture and decided to try me and see how long I would last.

We finished our business in the office and then Master pulled a few pieces of rope from his desk drawer. He tied my upper arms just above the elbows then tightened the binding until my upper arms touched.  He tied my wrists and then made a Shibari type collar with a third piece of rope.  He threw the raw end of the collar rope over the ceiling beam and tied it off so that I was stuck to struggle in my bindings. I stood in front of his desk so that he could watch me while he worked.

I’m fairly fit. I run thirties miles a week, work out with the machines in our gym and do yoga. I do yoga to remain flexible for bondage and serving Master.  Having my arms tightly bound behind me wasn’t a big deal for the first fifteen minutes but it became tiring after that. Master upped the pain level by snapping a pair of clover clamps on my tits.  I started to moan a little sometime later. He fed me a Viagra tablet then tightly tied my cock and balls with another piece of roped. He went into the bathroom a soaked a pair of his dirty underwear with piss and gagged me with it, tying it in place with a monkey fist knot. My cock already felt like it was dribbling. It was hard before the Viagra, it could only get harder.

Master leaned his chair back and put his hands behind his head.
“You got yourself in a real fix there you stupid shit”, he laughed.

He couldn’t see my smile behind the rope gag.

The pain in my shoulders steadily grew more intense. My cock grew harder. A steady stream of pre-cum dribbled onto the floor. I clenched my buttock, stimulating my prostate.

“Don’t you dare come, stupid shit!”
Master rarely calls me names, I liked it.

I suddenly felt like I wanted him to take his belt off and work my ass over with it. I was in a dilemma, I could cum without permission to get him to beat me, but then, after cumming I wouldn’t want him to beat me. I thought to myself, “I better not”. The funny thing was, as if by mental telepathy, Master stood up and slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans and reddened by ass with it. He said, “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it boy”?

I shook my head affirmatively, wondering “can he really read my thoughts?”

Master sucked my cock after beating me then stud up and fucked me. He beat my ass again.

My shoulders burned with pain. In fact, my entire body burned in both pain and from being on the edge of cumming and fighting it back. Master turned his attention to my tits. I sucked the piss out of my gag while trying to keep from screaming.  He suddenly stopped everything. My cock was turning colors. Master untied my upper arms and massaged my shoulders. Having his massive hands work my shoulder muscles felt like heaven. Master turned his attention to my cock. He messaged it, insisting that I will not cum. He slapped my cock when I screamed, “I’m gonna cum!”. He repeated the process over and over again and then whispered, “Let’s have it boy”. Master clamped my urethra with his fingertips preventing a free flow of cum. I thought I was going to die.


 

Everything sucks today and a story about self-bondage

Our plane was late leaving from San Francisco, late leaving from Atlanta and we're still over the ocean. I'm about to kick back and fall asleep for the rest of the trip.  We're in seats that are like cubicles so there is a fair amount of room to lay back, work or whatever.

I'm glad I bought a new tablet with a keyboard. I like it a lot better than my IPad. I was getting sick of Apples proprietary systems.

Anyway, I wrote about an incident that happened several years ago.  I hope you enjoy it.

Self-Bondage for Max

Max had been my chaperone from the time that I was a kindergartener.  My grandparents hired him to keep my mother from abducting me and because I was the kind of kid who wandered whenever the grown-ups weren’t watching me.  Max took care of me while I went to college and he was my companion after my grandparents passed away.  Max was like a father, older brother and best friend to me as well as a mentor in many ways. By the time I was in high school, I knew that Max was gay and I started to feel that I was too. At least I was ambiguous about sex. I loved seeing Max nude whenever I could catch a glimpse of him but always hid my excitement.  We shared the third floor of my grandparent’s house where there was two bedrooms, a large bathroom with a sauna and a game room where I spent much of my childhood playing.

After sharing a house in New York for a while, I started to become sexually aggressive, in terms of experimentation and exploration. Max was always circumspect and hid his sex if he had any at all besides a porn video and his right hand. He never approached or touched me sexually during my entire life with him until I approached him.

I studying for my Masters and had group project meetings on Thursday evening. This was one of the evenings that I was supposed to be on campus but the meeting was cancelled just before the Holidays. I decided to go out bar hopping, hoping to find someone to fuck and fuck me.  I ran into Max in a leather bar. He was astonished and embarrassed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Ahhhh, probably the same thing that you’re doing”.
He said that he never knew I had any leather. He’d never seen me wear it. I told him it was new and said that I had seen him in his jacket and thought it was hot.

The rest is history but we became lovers of a sort. He felt awkward about it because everything he had was earned working for my family, more specifically because of me.

We were lovers and fuck buddies from that point on and began a collection of BDSM toys that he used on me. I grew up taking his directions so it seemed normal to have him dominate me sexually.

He worked outside of the house five days a week as a trainer at a nearby gym. I was always home well before he got home. One day I decided to do a little self-bondage to surprise him. I tied my ankles to an old library chair. Tied my ass to the chair with a plug stuck in it and tied my chest to the back of the chair with another hunk of rope. I gagged myself with penis gag.  I waited until the moment near the time he usually gets home to snap a pair of clamps on my tits and lock the free end from the two sets that I double locked around my wrists to the back chair legs, just below that seat.  I was well stuck with no way of freeing myself.

Max came though the kitchen door to find me in the middle of the room. He laughed at my predicament. He tweaked the clamps on my tits and rotated them so they were clamped vertically instead of horizontally. The intensity of the pain made my cock go from half-mast to granite hard. He picked the keys up from the floor where I dropped them and put them in his pocket then popped a cap from a cold bear and went into the living room sit relax in front of the TV. I was frustrated and somehow grateful that he left me there until he decided it was time to go to bed. I think the clamps were on my tits from about 6:PM until after 11:PM. That was the worst part. I could swear the clamps were piercing me.