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.

Another Day of Torment

This time, it is intense bondage and it's the slave's choice.

"Something really tight and extremely gagged so I can't indicate pain or pleasure. I want to feel abandoned. Something that will make me regret being bound by you." This is what he asked for. He never asks for anything in particular.

We were sitting out on the terrace around the pool near the fireplace while I enjoyed a cigar. Slave wore jeans and an old leather jacket. I cuffed his hands behind his back. I could see that he had something on his mind and I knew he was afraid to bring it up. I forced it out of him. He asked me to take him down to the punishment room. When I asked why, he said it wasn't for a real punishment but be wanted to be punished just because.

I refused and took him to the dungeon instead. I stretched him out belly down on the work table and beat his ass until he cried.
"Thank you MASTER!"

I laced him into his pin-prick leather corset. I called Chris in to steady him while I pulled the laced and locked the straps. I laced him into his pin-prick jock and then had him climb into the pin-prick body bag. Chris and I laced his pin-prick hood over his head then wound layers of PVC bondage tape over his mouth. We laced him into the body bag, pulling the laces as tight as we could get them the zip the flap over the lacings and locked it. We buckled the wide straps around him then laid him on the work table. We strapped him down on the table and then made a ruckus about leaving although I sat in the leather recliner monitoring him very closely.

Chris came in to the dungeon to give me a break. The slave lets out a whimper and moan now and then but he is handling his torture well. He's been in wraps for a little over three hours. How long he remains is up to him. I'll be able to tell when to let him out by intuition.

Quick Recovery

My slave sunk into a deep regenerative sleep. His determination is admirable.

I give it permission to speak. it requested two things. it asked for a flogging with a heavy bull hide flogger and permission to have an orgasm. Both are therapeutic for it after a migraine. It helps him to relax and it opens the energy blockage from the migraine. It is the only time that it actually requests to have an orgasm.

I gagged it with a ball gag head harness and tied it to the whipping post. I flogged it until it's back was as red as the flogger itself. It gasped and moaned with each stroke. I didn't count the strokes, I kept giving it until it's energy told me it was no longer feeling it. it's eyes were red and filled with tears. I licked it's tears from it's face.

I flipped it over so that it's front side was exposed.

"Please Master."

It stopped talking, I asked it what it wanted.

"Please Master, hurt me." It was the second request to be hurt by me within 24 hours.
"Please Master, I am your object..." I stopped him by covering it's mouth with my gloved hand and pinched it's nose until it dropped off from lack of air.

I will not describe what I did to it other than to say it was the most intense torture that it has ever experienced. He passed out on me several times but I persisted. it didn't scream or cry. it looked at me in terror. It made me wank several times, each time I fed it my cum.

it took it down from the post and let it collapse at my feet. it looked up at me and said, "thank you Master". I cleaned it up and stuffed it back in it's cage to rest and heal. I didn't let it cum.

Strappado

"Is there anything that you want to try today?"

I was still laying in bed with Master, buried in his arms. He slid his hand up my chest and grabbed me by my throat as if to choke me. He looked into his eyes, his steely blue eyes. He kissed me all over my face.

"Yes Master, there is, but I don't know if I can handle it." I described it to him and he said he would try to accommodate me but there would be no gag or blindfold, "I want to be able to read you and you call out if something is going wrong". He added, I'm going to torture the hell out of you".

I showed him the picture I found on a tumblr site.

I'm a little underweight for my size and I am fit. My shoulders and upper back used to hurt me a lot until I built them up with weights and keep them flexible with yoga but we are both hesitant trying aerial Strappado in spite of my physical status.

Master cuffed my hands behind my back. Otherwise were both naked as was walked from the house to the dungeon. Jason saw us from the barn and watched us walk to the dungeon. Master waved him to invite him to follow if he'd like. He decided to follow.

Master set everything up. He tied a ten pound weight with a rope. The handcuffs are replaced with leather restraints that he tied together after buckling them on me. He buckled restraints on my ankles the tied an end of the rope holding the weight to each restraint. He hit the button on the winch and my arms raised behind my back. My unchaste cock reacts to the bondage and the discomfort in my shoulder.  I started to shake with fear.

Master looked into my eyes and locked on to them as he began to raise me off the ground. I closed my eyes so that I could concentrate on what I was feeling. It was stressful, very stressful. Master raised me higher until the weights also left the ground. He stopped and demanded "tell me what you feel boy"!

"Sir, please add more weight".
"Not this time pig. Just hang there and enjoy it".

I lasted for fifteen minutes before my arms started to feel numb.
My shoulders hurt more after the hanging than they did during. Josh went to the barn and got some horse rub that he slathered over my shoulder and upper arms. It's like Icy Hot on steroids. 

Master remarked, "I hope we got that out of your system".
"On the contrary Master. Next time I'd like to have weighted clamps hanging from my tits and ankles."

Now that it's been hours since our little trial at real Strappado, I can tell you how I feel. I think that if I had struggled that I would have damaged something, perhaps something like a torn rotator cuff or a pulled muscle. I had the sense to hang still and to relish the pain and stress in my shoulders, arms and the muscles over the scapula. There was a benefit in all this. I have a vertebra that mis-aligns slightly. I use inversion therapy to relieve pressure on it so it realigns itself. I felt a pop in my back and now I feel complete release there. My joints are sore, my triceps are sore and I have pain in a small area on the right side of the sternum. I've felt much worse after a good bondage session.

Yes! I was very close to orgasm. It was intensely erotic to feel myself in a situation that was and is used for actual torture. I didn't think about the differences in reality. I just pictured myself hanging as I was feeling it. It was an intense head trip. So much of what we do is based on real imprisonment and torture.

A Day to Myself.

I woke to an empty house this morning. Everyone is gone. Every one has left me except for the dogs. They are wildly wagging their tails, competing for attention. They are eagerly starring at me and trying to heard me to the kitchen. Its breakfast, yummy! Its breakfast. Cold chicken in the microwave, three cups of chow in each bowl, one in Tommy's and we're in the middle of a feeding frenzy with tails wagging.

I went out to make sure our day man has started working with my menagerie. I worked with him to clean out their houses and feed them. I groomed a few of the guys and played with the dogs and horses. The cattle need to be cared for and the cheese maker lady is came to collect milk It was pure enjoyment, especially after rarely working for a couple weeks. I want to work for the rest of the day just to be outside with the animals but I am tired, truly tired.

I checked my blood sugar. 76, I better get some carbs. I made oatmeal and stirred in some Lingberries to sweeten it and cooked an egg to soft boil. I drank a  glass of Oolong Tea with ice and then went out to the deck with cup of coffee, my pipe and watched everything and nothing in the mountains that surround me.

I felt horny. Smoking my pipe can do that. I was free, the chastity belts are not in use. I crawled in bed to masturbate. I edged myself over and over but I couldn't cum. Edging in itself was blissful Oh how I wanted wanted to cum so badly that I arched my back involuntarily as each attempt failed. I wondered if Master has planted a subliminal something or other in the recordings that he makes me listen to while bound. Is that why I'm not wearing any chastity devices. Is he torturing me?