Late Night Extreme Torture Bondage

Tony: Thank you for your constant feed back. I wish we had more readers like you.

It seems slave and I are going opposite directions with our workouts. I am getting lean while he builds mass. It is hard for him because he runs all of his calories off. I on the other hand just started running so I burn off what I don't want to carry. Tony, our Nutritionist/Chef is making two different meal options to help us. Another thing that is hard for slave is that he prefers vegetable over protein so he has had to eat more protein and a bit more fat. His work is starting to show.

I read a short story in a book called Best Gay Bondage Erotica by Jack Fritcher called Don't Throw Me Into the Briar Patch. It reminded me or should I say "made clear" the reason and purpose for my bondage perversions. It also helped me understand my slave a little better.  We need our BDSM activities. I think we're not just addicted to it, we understand our programming, the proclivities that we are born with and nature as we grew. I understand that my slave needs it even more than I do.

Ray's Surprise For My slave:

It's a table of horrors that is made of steel with many locking accessories. Ray had slave lay face down on the table. His face fit into the front half of a steel helmet that is firmly bolted and welded to the table. There is a hole in the face for air and to insert various toys into the mouth. The back half of the hood is fitted over the back of the head and locked in place. A wide leather strap is fastened and locked across the slave's back.  Ray fits and locks steel restraints around slave's biceps that are connected by a metal rod to metal wrist restraints. There is a hole in the table through which slave's genitals are exposed for further bondage and torture. Ray inserted a nine inch plug into the slave's ass then connected a t-shaped metal strap to the table between slave's legs then brought it up and fastened the long portion of the device to the table on both sides of slave's waist. The metal strap between the slave's legs holds the plug in place.

The slave is shaking from either fear of excitement or both. Ray continues restraining him by folding his legs so the calves touch the back of the thighs. He locks them in metal ankle restraints that are connected by a short rod to the slave's wrist restrains. Leather straps around his bound legs enforce further compression. We sat back and lit cigars. We smoked and drank a cognac while watching the slave's motionless struggle.

The slave has been locked down like this for nearly five hours. He has stopped sweating. Here is a quiver in his voice but he is okay. His hands are warm. His leg muscles are soft and relaxed. He can talk because we decided to let him wallow in his situation without struggling with a gag. His genitals are untouched although his cock is constantly erect and begging to be played with but I don't want to disturb his healing Apadravya. We'll let him out soon and take him to bed but not before I take the silicon cock out of his ass and replace it with mine. I am sure Rays wants his ass too and I will let him have.

Shave and a Hair Cut

Master left shortly after breakfast with no explanation than, "I'll be back in an hour or so". He returned with his head shaved and his beard removed. He said that when he looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the reflection. He's been a "Skin" for so long that it id how he identifies himself. He read on the internet that a doctor in Europe developed a crème that removes tattoos by invading inked cells to destroy them and keep the ink from staining knew cells. He's looking for more information to help him rid himself of a few tattoos that were meaningful at the time he got them but regrets getting them.

I am beginning to understand why he is reluctant to let me get tattoos and other body modifications.

He is changing other things about himself like working out differently. He's dropping muscle mass and becoming more lean and sinewy. I am really happy that he has started running with me. It feels good to see him work his heart more.

We haven't played since we got home. I got into some nasty stuff with Ray that needs to rest and heal before going at it again. Don't worry, he uses my mouth and ass as much as ever. You know, Ray fucked me and it felt good but nothing feels as good as having my Husband and Master inside of me. It feels like everything else is just sex. With Master, it feels like love.

Here's another hit from Toni Childs. I've been listening to her music in the studio lately.

I Want to Walk With You  This video doesn't have all the women stuff in it. I found that almost everything she said in YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL can easily pertain to any and everyone. Sometimes we lose our sense of self-worth and inner beauty as we spend so much of our energy on other people. For me, I grew up without a deep sense of love. I never expected to know what it feels like because I didn't know it existed. I was living my life in what I would call emotional neutral. Nothing really mattered except having to protect myself. I feel like I am a lotus in the process of unfolding it's petals.

I have set up my big loom with instruction from my friend Ellen. I've spun all the roving from my Alpaca and want to weave some throws with the yarn. It's getting near sheering time so I thought I would use what I have on hand before bringing in more. Other than that, I am working on smaller detailed work at my drawing table.

I Had a Dream

I had a dream this morning before I woke up. I don't know why but I dreamed that I was not able to walk on my own because I was held down by some sort of unseen hidden weight. I was in a neighborhood near downtown in the city where I grew up. I was standing on a hill were people were standing, waiting for something to begin. It was warm and raining. Snow was melting on rooftops and sliding down into water that was accumulating, flooding the streets. Jets blew by overhead, ripping the air with their wings. I got up the ground and started climbing over people. I met some of my old buddies, the beautiful young athletic boys from my high school. I invited them to visit my house. I told them that I had many empty rooms for them to stay in. Fireworks exploded in the afternoon sky. My old friends asked me when I started to walk. I woke up feeling my body ache from my shoulders to my feet.

The entire dream had a sound track. It was Toni Child singing You are Beautiful. Open the link to watch her perform the song. The video has a lot of talk about empowering women but the conversation can hold true for us men, (even the big burly tough guys). The first five minutes or so is talk.

It is my message to you given in the song of Toni Childs.

Tony had a few questions:

The Apadravia is just there now. It stings a little when I piss and there blood sometimes. The pain when having the needle pushed through the head of my cock was intense in and electric orgasmic way. I have a 8ga. barbell in it, which is large for a new piercing but it will eventually have a padlock through it and I didn't want to shorten the stretching process. It honestly aches a bit but it is healing properly.

The punishment for my behavior with Ray yesterday was not for bantering and talking back to him in play. Master and I are not saints of any sort. We use cuss words from time to time but not in the way he heard me cuss yesterday. He said that I sounded like an "uneducated gutter rat". Master said he was embarrassed for me and for himself when he heard me.

The punishment was having to kneel on the tile floor in front of him while he talked to me about why he was upset with me. It wasn't too much more than what I am expected to do these days when I enter a room that he is in. He has been expecting me to kneel since we watched a Korean movie in which everyone showed respect by kneeling. The higher ranking person sat on a cushier cushion while the lower rank person kneeled on a small pillow.

The concept clicked for both of us at the same time while watching the movie. Butch and Daniel are also adopting the concept.

Master told me that he will no longer need to travel for business. He has resigned from the board of the company that he sat on and divested himself of all interest in it. It makes me happy to see him free himself from that bitter position. He'll be home more and our travel will be for pleasure.

Hanging Tortured slave

Instead of going home, I drove straight up to Ray's to pick up my boy. No one answered the doorbell so I walked around to the back, knowing that's where Ray spends his day light hours. What did I see? A boy hanging from the rafters spread eagle from his wrists with weights dangling from his ankles. He had clamps on his nipples and a striped and welted chest. He was moaning loudly. Ray shouted, "What's that you're sayin' boy?" slave yelled loudly "get me the fuck down, you bastard!" then began moaning again. Just then, Ray noticed me standing in the door frame. He tipped the edge of his cap then continued, "boy your a HARD ONE TO BREAK!". He turned the boy so I could see his back. He was blindfolded with a shop rag. slaves back was glistening with sweat. His ass was bright bloody red in color. Ray started working his back with a single tale with a knot instead of a cracker at the end. slave tensed his straining muscles more as the whip wrapped his back. He cried out, "stop you fuckin' asshole"! Ray smiled, the whip left another stripe just above where the first landed. slave and the boy played, a crack of the whip earned by slaves uncharacteristic insults and obscenities.

Ray laid the whip down and lowered him until his toes touched the floor. Ray told him he wasn't done yet. He punched the slave lightly in the gut and continued until the boys belly was bright red and quivering. He turned to me and asked, "do you want to take a crack at breaking the boy". I walked in. The slave yelled demandingly, "who the hell is this joining you're fuckin' madness?".
I slapped his cheek lightly and whispered, "watch your mouth slave".

His attitude changed. He dropped his chin to his sweaty chest and said, "yes Master". He had been playing with Ray. The insults were hurled by slave in fun. They were daring and egging each other on. It is different between us. We role play but in his mind, he had trained himself very well to never insult me, not even in  play. The tone of my voice and my quiet obviously frightened him. Even though Ray was playing with the slave, I didn't appreciate the boy's behavior.  I whispered, "we'll take care of this sometime in the future", leaving the slave to wonder exactly what was wrong and to anticipate a long lecture and possibly, severe punishment.

We broke off. slave went into the house to shower and find his clothes. Ray and I talked while sipping coffee outside on his back steps. I took them for lunch then drove the slave home.

I brushed slave's nipples through his shirt and he nearly hit his head on the roof of the car in response. He pulled his shirt up so that I could inspect him. slave's nipples were intensely red and abraded. I teased him as we drove along. He almost started crying when I pinched them. His eyes were welling with tears.

Ripping My Hair Out!

Fuck this shitty company.
I am an even tempered guy but these idiots broke the final straw this morning. I pushed my chair away from the table and almost threw it at the CEO (PH - SH for piss head and his shit heads). This doesn't belong here but I am going to write at expose' and send it to the papers.  I walked out of the room and divested myself of my investment before the elevator brought me to the ground floor.

I went shopping and bought my boy a gift to celebrate my exit from the British economy. I'm waiting for my flight home to where people are more forthright.

A report from Ray: My slave, my boy and husband had a day off  and worked outside today, cleaning up a few things in Ray's garden. Ray put him in a diaper thing that is shaped like a cod piece. This will keep the drops of blood contained and keep his hands away from his penis so it can heal. Ray locked the Carrara without the tube over the diaper. The boy is like a 13 year old who just discovered that he can do more with his cock than just piss.

London and The slave's Life in Chains.

A day of aggravating meetings for me today. I'm thinking that I am selling out my interest in this archaically minded company and putting those interests in something in the US.

The highlight of my day is hearing about my slave. Ray removed the heavy chains this morning. He was blistering around his neck. He's still locked up most of the day and they are giving each other hell. The boy is mocking disobedience to earn Ray's attention (which he gladly gives). Ray tells me his ass is well bruised and welted. He also tells me that if he didn't know the boy was being disobedient for fun that he's lock him up tight and leave him that way with nothing but bread and water.

BTW: Do you know the actual significance of "Bread and Water"?
It was a punishment in historical times. The prisoner is given a meager amount of water and rather dry bread. When the prisoner ate the bread, it was hard to swallow. When he drank water, the bread swelled from the moisture. The whole mass moved slowly through the GI system causing constipation which caused further pain and misery to the already malnourished prisoner.

So there you have it.


An exerpt from the boy's Diary.

Diary

Starting 01.01.2015

The Wish List

Everything important that I wanted for 2014 came to fruition.  The Ranch is in a state of maintenance. The olive trees and the vineyards are in the ground. We have lost one olive tree so I would say that is all perfect.  All the vines look like they survived. All of the animals are healthy and happy. The goats and cows are productive and the Alpaca have great fluffy fleece growing, my horses are eager to run and my big boy nips me when he thinks he is being ignored. They are a mix of species that share a common territory and affection for each other. The deer tolerate the goats being oddly affectionate toward them. The dogs have all made their places on the ranch. Four of them prefer to be outside keeping watch over their herds, three of them follow me at my heals. The geese are as fearless as a squadron of Special Forces soldiers.

The family is as close as ever. Daniel and Butch are husband and husband and Christopher and Jason are very close but remain independent. Tony cooks up a storm and presses the housekeepers into action on their weekly on the messes that we create, Tony’s love is spending more and more time with us and no longer acts like a guest.

Master and I constantly gain better understanding of each other. He is as much my Slave as I am his slave. All of my thoughts and fears of abandonment have been thrown to the winds. He has asked me if I am keeping them secret because I haven’t had a need to talk about them or act out to make sure of my place in his heart. In a way, he is the one who reminds me of them by asking me how I feel.

New Wishes for the New Year

More of the same. Staying home more. Inviting more friends to visit. Losing more inhibitions, loving more, giving more.

Exploring the hidden wild side of myself. For instance: I would like to tattoo more of my body in my own art. Pierce my ears and stretch them a bit. I’d like to get a septum piercing. I’d like to train myself to speak in a lower voice and I’d like to grow some facial hair. I know Master won’t allow that.  I think I want to be more edgy. It goes along with shedding my inhibitions. It all seems so frivolous.

I dream of living in a mountain valley in Colorado. By that I mean night time dreams. It reoccurs often. I don’t know what it means.

 

We already live "edgy" by almost all standards except those than include hard work and creativity. I think that what he is looking for is something like this:  

 

 

Except that he wants big tunnels in his ears. That's not going to happen. I have tattoos so I'll talk to him about that but it's not going to be a bunch of dumb shit. It has to be art, his art.

My Trip to London and a Vacation From Me For The Slave

I took my boy, my slave to get his Apadrvya yesterday. He came though it like a well trained slave. He laid there with barely more than a wince when the needle punched through his Meatus. The slave's cock is very sore. He said it's like cock torture that never ends.

I'm leaving for London to do some business for ten days. I will post if I have the chance. The slave wanted to go with but this is going to be all business and I won't have time to give him attention. Rather than leave him home, I'm took him and his iron up to spend some time doing what the two of them do so well together. This time, the boy won't have me to fall back on for pity. Actually, the last time he was there I missed him to much to leave him.

Slave took all of the chastity devices and the chains that Ray fitted for him so that Ray can make adjustments so that I can further secure his cock (when it heals) in the devices.

Ray treated us to coffee and a simple breakfast then measured the slave for the new device that I'm having built for him. Everything looks great. I stayed long enough to help rivet the slave into his iron and see him locked in Ray's outdoor cell. Even though the slave was a bit disappointment because I wouldn't let him travel with me, he seemed happy with his situation. Before locking the cell door, the slave asked Ray to limit his range of motion more. Ray laughed a bit then pulled the chain, locking the slave's wrists against his body. "Sir? could you please gag me before you leave?" Ray laughed again and then locked his head in a ball gag head harness. The slave closed his eyes and fell silent,



The slave keeps looking at this video. Do you think he wants this done to him?

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