Not Functional

Slave did not do anything wrong but he got his ass beaten anyway. I can do that sort of thing without having a reason.

He is working outside this morning, not venturing to sit down any where. He is a sight with his bare blistered ass, Groethal and his shit kickers. It makes me horny to see him that way.  He has a big smile on his face today so I know that even with the tears, he enjoyed his beating.

I strapped him down on the Australian Punishment Bench. His arms were pulled straight out in front of him. He was bent at the waist with legs hanging down and strapped to the bench legs.  His feet were several inches from the floor. The body and muscles are stretched which increases the intensity of the punishment. He was well gagged with a ball gag. I tied a rope from the d-ring in the top of the harness to the front end of the table just to make his position more punishing.

I used a heavy rubber strap on his ass after warming him up with my hand. I counted out 100 strokes with the strap. He protested while I used my hands to warm him up. He groaned and twisted angrily. He hates being warmed up so I like to prolong it. Once the strapping begins, his breath rate drops and his body falls limp. His pulse rate drops and it seems like he is going all stoic and manly on me. It used to piss me off but experience with the crazy boy has taught me that his head wraps around each and every stroke, building up to a state of orgasm that is agonizing. His eyes turn red and puffy. Pools of tears wet the bench top. Any other slave would scream but he remains silent until he loses control of everything. His cock is so hard that it turns red and then purple. He shakes as if he is having a seizure then erupts, shooting cum the length of the table and beyond. I continued beating him, finishing out the final strokes. He goes limp and takes it all. His cock shrinks and hides close to his pelvis. He is finished and doesn't feel anything.

I release him. He slides off the table onto the floor with his ass in the air inviting me to fuck him. It happens. I am turned into a raging fuck monster while watching him react to the beating he gladly takes from me.

I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder to carry him into the shower and to bed. He threw his arm over me and buried his face under my side.

Bleachers and a Collar

I worked outside today then took my horses out for a charge up and down the mountainside.  I brushed them all down then headed into the house. Master was home from his trip to S.F. and he was waiting for me.

He was sitting outside on the steps wearing his bleachers, Navy Blue Nat Sherman Polo and his 20 hole Rangers. He held a heavy iron collar in his hands and a frown on his face.

Hooded and F83ked

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else.

Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else.

I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

 

 - Haruki Murakami

 

 

 

Nothing makes sense today.

I am working in my studio today after spending the an early sunny morning outside with my menagerie. Daniel was a little spent earlier today after a rigorous "workout" with Butch. Master was in San Francisco last night and I was horny and frustrated so I "went to bed" alone. I asked Christian to chain me to the bed. He was happy to oblige me.

 

He laced and locked by favorite leather hood on my head then locked my hands behind my back in leather palm to palm restraints before locking my neck to the floor via a chain to the ring in the collar of the hood.

 

Nothing is free. Christian fucked me before leaving me for the night. It made me more horny and leaking inside the Groethal. I laid awake for what seemed like hours before slipping into sleep.

 

I am horny and frustrated today. 

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.

Daniel

Daniel seems more secure than ever. Like a lot of us gay men, Daniel went threw several relationships that fell apart. Having Butch claim him and Butch's patience has allowed Daniel to trust in life. The marriage and the fact that he is care of by the entire family that he constantly invests himself in is making for a happy boy. It seems he uses my slave for a role model. Butch is always happy but he is high as a kite with Daniel at his side.

Josh's guy is sleeping at the house most nights but keeps his home and job closer to San Francisco.

Tony is Tony. He works longer hours than he should. He's a magician in the kitchen and keeps the Merry Men on their toes when they come to clean. He plays once in a while. He's a bit of a sadist and loves to work my slave over when he gets the chance to edge in.

Christian does what ever needs to be done and plays. He watches the boys and corrects them when they are being "unslavely". 

We're all happy working and more settled than ever.

The Implications of Slavery – Part Five

The Implications of Slavery – Part Five

Set up a time at regular intervals to discuss the business and financial aspects of your relationship. Unless you have a truly unequal relationship in which the Master takes complete financial responsibility for the slave, it is important to know what and where financials are set in place and the contributions of each person in the relationship. Remove the guess work and understand planning for the financial survival of the relationship.

 

We involved ourselves in Financial Planning, primarily focusing on the slave’s assets and income. This took most of the day this past Wednesday. I laid out my finances for the slave yesterday. The sale of my portion of the family business and continued income from investments needed to diagramed for his understanding so that we both understood what complications could ensnare us and affect our family and employees. We do this every three months besides running a brief statement each week. In other words, we run part of our lives as a business.

Today was a play day. The slave had his wrists restrained in leather cuffs to his balls all day with a large ball gag head harness locked around his head. I changed other features of his bondage though out the day and tormented his tits constantly. He was my cum dump, dripping, drooling pig all day and his own clean-up crew early this evening. The crazy boy asked me to beat him with my belt and I was happy to oblige him. Then asked me to beat him again while he crawled around cleaning up the mess he made.

I fucked him again while in the shower and then we got dressed and joined the family for dinner and a movie in the family room. The boy leaned against the sofa between my legs. Daniel did the same at Butch’s knees. The room was crowded with men, slaves and dogs. Cigar smoke drifted above our heads.

A Trip Through Legal Land

A Trip Through Legal Land

We’re heading into the fourth quarter so it’s time to gather documents from everywhere to get our finances together for taxes. We actually have people who do that sort of thing for us but we watch the watchers. Well, Master watches, being the “tycoon” that he is. Wednesday is office day and today was even more intense as Mr. Jenson and our local attorney got together to hash out the annual re-write of my Last Will and Testaments. Death planning isn’t my favorite thing today. We also worked out our contribution to the Annual Halloween Festival. We’re bringing animals to town for the petting zoo.

We lunched together over Salads of bright green romaine, heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese from the cheese lady who buys our goats milk. Tony topped the salads with beef roast that he cooked in the sous vide with salt and crushed pepper. It was intensely flavorful and tenderer than Kobe Beef that we had in Japan.

Everyone cleared out of the office by 4:30, Master fucked me and we went to soak outside in the hot tub. Giving head under water is a trip. Talk about playing with breathe control! I think the interrogators in Gitmo should employ this torture method. The hell with water boarding.