Much Happens in Eight Days

Master tied my arms behind my back using jute rope in Bukkake style. The rope wound around my neck then back down to my arms, leaving a long tail of rope to use as a leash. He clamped a wide steel collar around my neck that was chained to a heavy steel ring that was attached to the wall. The bondage forced me to stand, back to the wall, standing flat feet on the cool cement floor. He inserted something into my urethra that was held in place by a ring at the base of my cock and another ring behind the meatus. It was secured by a post threaded through my apadrahvya. He attached wires to the base and the metal apadrahvya insert.

He gagged me with a ball gag that was held in place with a tightly drawn head harness then turned the power on a stimulator that had been attached to a laptop computer. He left me standing, alone, in a room in a far corner of the basement to be tortured with alternating intense pleasure and intense pain. Some of the hours that passed were spent in agonizing bondage that seemed to tighten when I struggled. I felt close to passing out.

It was the beginning of eight nights of long over due owner/object activity.

HEAVY METAL

Master locked me in the Groethal Belt yesterday. He plugged my ass with the ass lock and chained me to a post in the dungeon with it. my hands were locked palms facing outward in hinged handcuffs. He clamped my tit with rubber tipped forceps clamps and locked them in place with zip ties. My ankles were restrained in large handcuffs so I couldn't stand.

He sentenced me to 25 hours of isolation and pain. I was alone without food, water of use of a toilet.

Oh! and a double dose of Viagra.

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.

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.

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.