I got a question from a reader: What does your Master do when you disobey him?
People have asked me this question before. I think they want to hear that I am disobedient and that I will be beaten or tortured. My answer is this, why would I disobey him when I consent to having him call the shots and know that I am privileged beyond imagination to be able to say that he consents to own me? Why, in a consensual relationship such as this, would a slave violate the person that they have chosen to submit to? It wouldn't make sense.
It's a matter of choice. To carry over the conversation from yesterday. I am essentially a Toaist/Buddhist. Not by religion, which neither was meant to be but philosophy. I heartily suggest that Dominant and Submissive people at least read some of the basics tenants of these related philosophies as well as Confucius. It all helps me carry on in my entire life but also guides my behavior as a slave. The first task is to control your ego.
I think male to male relationships fail most often because of conflicting egos.
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So I have this piercing in the head of my cock. I WANTED IT and I got it. It has been about two weeks and it is healing as expected. It causes pains and often itches to the point that it makes me very horny. It is not locked up and Master refuses to touch or allow me to touch it until it is completely healed. It is torture by denial.
Ray called to say that he has completed the alterations to all "my" chastity devices and wants to come for the weekend and drop them off. With locks going through the tip of my cock and the devices, I will definitely feel more stuck than ever.
Last night, Master made me sit between his legs while watching television. My arms were held and locked by his legs. He reached over my head to work my tits during commercials. Can you believe that I actually was not in the mood? He knew it which added to the thrill he got out of my moans. My cock hung limp between my legs and I wished more that anything to be able to ask him to leave my tits along. I tortured me for the length of the movie and all of the commercials.
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Today was a studio day. I had the entire day to myself with a break for lunch. I prepared an 8 foot by 6 foot canvass with Butch's help them primed and sanded it several times. I sat and starred at the blank white cloth wondering what it will look like as I work on it. I have nothing in particular in mind except to photograph the animals.
Dinner was a salad with freshly roasted beets with roasted chicken breasts. Tony made bread with cheese, whole grains and setan for protein. We had roasted pineapple with cinnamon crème fraiche for desert. All in all, the day was quiet until Master strung me up in the dungeon and gagged me. He drew his belt out of hiss jeans and I got an erection. He beat my ass and back. I screamed "I'm going to cum". He told me to go ahead but don't expect me to stop just because I shot my wad. I came in short time. I shot straight out in front of myself, no hands. Master gave me a few more whacks then tenderly ran his hands over my body, kissing me from head to foot. He let me down. He held his folded belt in his hands and whacked me on the back with it as we walked into the house.
It was a good after dinner treat.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Slaves Have No Choice
I was on the Internet this morning perusing Tumblr. I saw a posting, a split image. One side was a picture of a guy having his hair done at a barber and the other image was of a guy with a shaved head and a stack of wide steel collars around his neck. The caption read "Master have choice, they have hair. Slaves have no choice, they have shaved heads". I had two issues with that posting. Masters can make choices and slaves actually make a bigger choice. We choose to put various portions of our lives in another's hands, at least in the context of our lifestyle. The situation is never as black and white as we fantasize about and decisions are made every moment of our lives.
Let me talk about hair first, I have none but a stray hair on my entire body. It was a choice. When Master fist took his time and effort to remove my hair, I still had a choice even though it appeared that I had none. Had I really wanted to keep my hair, he would have respected my decision. When he said he was going to remove all of my hair, My choice was "YES MASTER!". I submitted to his decision. I SUBMITTED TO HIM.
My head was nearly shaved anyway. I shaved it once a week because I was studying Buddhism and for me it was an expression of humility (in general) and to my perception of god (everything that we know and don't know). Humility is the key word for me. Oddly enough, It brings me pride to submit to Master and walk by his side expressing my humility as his procession. In a way, being humble is freedom in itself.
Master has also chosen to shave his head or keep it very closely cropped and he keeps his body shaved because it was a lifestyle choice from his youth as a Skinhead and also because he was a slave to Reggie, who is mentioned in this blog. He tried growing hair for a couple months but didn't like the way he looked so it all came off again. Some Masters have no hair and do so because it is a matter of choice.
A matter of choice: I learned early on in my relationship with Master that I wanted to submit to him even though I did not know him well enough to make an intelligent choice. I got myself chained and tormented in the attic of his New York Brownstone for thirty days. I made the choice because I was bored and afraid of life. He offered excitement and a bit of the unknown. I was intoxicated by him within the first days of being his "object". He left with giving and explanation and then came back to find me months later, just as I was giving up on ever seeing him again. I had just made the choice to forgive and forget when he came to my door to claim me.
I fought with myself over my choices. Did I trust him not to run off again without telling me where or why he was going. I had just moved to the Ranch and hired Butch to teach me how to run it. Did I want to give that dream up? And, when he said he wanted to own me and make me his slave, I wondered if I had grown past that. Clearly, I made my choices just as he made his. If we are not making choices constantly, there is something very wrong in the relationship.
It can be as simple as choosing to be tied up instead of working in my studio the other day. I had made two choices. The first was to open my studio to him to play in. My studio has always been my sanctuary. Second, I decided to play instead of work. My choice and focus was to make him happy.
In our lifestyle, if you are not making choices, there is something that you need to evaluate.
Let me talk about hair first, I have none but a stray hair on my entire body. It was a choice. When Master fist took his time and effort to remove my hair, I still had a choice even though it appeared that I had none. Had I really wanted to keep my hair, he would have respected my decision. When he said he was going to remove all of my hair, My choice was "YES MASTER!". I submitted to his decision. I SUBMITTED TO HIM.
My head was nearly shaved anyway. I shaved it once a week because I was studying Buddhism and for me it was an expression of humility (in general) and to my perception of god (everything that we know and don't know). Humility is the key word for me. Oddly enough, It brings me pride to submit to Master and walk by his side expressing my humility as his procession. In a way, being humble is freedom in itself.
Master has also chosen to shave his head or keep it very closely cropped and he keeps his body shaved because it was a lifestyle choice from his youth as a Skinhead and also because he was a slave to Reggie, who is mentioned in this blog. He tried growing hair for a couple months but didn't like the way he looked so it all came off again. Some Masters have no hair and do so because it is a matter of choice.
A matter of choice: I learned early on in my relationship with Master that I wanted to submit to him even though I did not know him well enough to make an intelligent choice. I got myself chained and tormented in the attic of his New York Brownstone for thirty days. I made the choice because I was bored and afraid of life. He offered excitement and a bit of the unknown. I was intoxicated by him within the first days of being his "object". He left with giving and explanation and then came back to find me months later, just as I was giving up on ever seeing him again. I had just made the choice to forgive and forget when he came to my door to claim me.
I fought with myself over my choices. Did I trust him not to run off again without telling me where or why he was going. I had just moved to the Ranch and hired Butch to teach me how to run it. Did I want to give that dream up? And, when he said he wanted to own me and make me his slave, I wondered if I had grown past that. Clearly, I made my choices just as he made his. If we are not making choices constantly, there is something very wrong in the relationship.
It can be as simple as choosing to be tied up instead of working in my studio the other day. I had made two choices. The first was to open my studio to him to play in. My studio has always been my sanctuary. Second, I decided to play instead of work. My choice and focus was to make him happy.
In our lifestyle, if you are not making choices, there is something that you need to evaluate.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Slave Had a Problem
The boy had a problem late into his bondage session. He repeatedly called out in the same phrase. I hopped into the cart and ran down to the studio to check him. After immediately removing his gag, he began to say that he felt funny like sick. He wanted to eat something to calm his stomach. I unbound him and he tried to stand but slumped back into the chair. I knew by instinct somehow, maybe just by looking at him. His blood sugar was low. I found some pomegranate juice in his fridge and held the bottle while he drank from it. He immediately started to look less distressed.
It occurred to me that the boy hadn't eaten since breakfast, which in most cases isn't a problem for him but this was his third day in a row that being in bondage caused him to miss meals. I got him stable enough so I could take him up to the house to feed him. He wanted seaweed and rice noodle soup and he wanted it to be very hot. Our fumbling in the kitchen woke Tony who came out see what was going on. He put a sandwich together made of his sunflower seeded bread, turkey and avocado to go with his soup. Once we got him feeling human again, I took him to my bed and tucked him in like a daddy tucking his little boy in for the night. Yes, among other things, I am often his Daddy.
The boy woke up very early, pulled his wellies on at the backdoor and put on his ranch jacket. He went out to spend quiet time with his herd before Dan and Jason went out to work. He came in and headed straight for the bedroom but Tony called him back to feed him. He's laying in bed undisturbed under a pile of linen sheets and wool blankets. He is sleeping like he's been knocked out.
It occurred to me that the boy hadn't eaten since breakfast, which in most cases isn't a problem for him but this was his third day in a row that being in bondage caused him to miss meals. I got him stable enough so I could take him up to the house to feed him. He wanted seaweed and rice noodle soup and he wanted it to be very hot. Our fumbling in the kitchen woke Tony who came out see what was going on. He put a sandwich together made of his sunflower seeded bread, turkey and avocado to go with his soup. Once we got him feeling human again, I took him to my bed and tucked him in like a daddy tucking his little boy in for the night. Yes, among other things, I am often his Daddy.
The boy woke up very early, pulled his wellies on at the backdoor and put on his ranch jacket. He went out to spend quiet time with his herd before Dan and Jason went out to work. He came in and headed straight for the bedroom but Tony called him back to feed him. He's laying in bed undisturbed under a pile of linen sheets and wool blankets. He is sleeping like he's been knocked out.
Monday, March 23, 2015
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.
From Tumblr
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.
From Tumblr Sunday, March 22, 2015
Panigale?
There is notion that I am sure that he thought of. There is already too much power in the garage as it is. A Panigale is obviously or gorgeous bike but le's show some restraint here Tony. I see that Master didn't tell you about his new Ducati that is bright shiny black. There seems to be some metaphor in his color choices. He gets the black, I get the white.
Master and Ray came up with a proper holding device for me. It is intense, it is restrictive but excruciating to be locked in it. I almost panicked the first time Ray locked my head in place in the helmet. I don't know why but I have never been entirely comfortable with rigid things over my head. I have anxiety when I put a full bike helmet over my head but like most things, I talk myself through it. Now I am thinking that a padded hood with hoses into the nostrils might feel really hot before having my head locked down. I was locked down for a little more than eight hours. I have to admit that near the end, I was wishing for a long soak in the hot tub followed a long rest under crisp linen and down.
We went on an after lunch ride on the new toys and stopped in a secluded patch of trees. Master ripped his fly open and pulled my jeans around my ankles to do the obvious. He nor I ever seem to get enough.
In response to Master's 24/7 bondage comment: I am in 24/7 bondage. The obvious is the steel ring that I wear around my neck. There is no way to get it off but cutting it off. He also keeps a steel belt locked above my hips because he thinks it looks hot when I am naked. It's also a form of appetite suppressant should I ever develop an appetite. I enjoy food but I have never had impulses that tell me to eat.
Did you read about the Texas lawmaker that wants to make sodomy illegal and proposes that people caught doing sodomy should be shot through the head? Which head was he thinking about anyway.
Is it true that Ted Cruze will run for President? I hope Americans are smart enough to run from the anomalous excuse for a human. He is a man who ardently chooses ignorance over knowledge.
Master and Ray came up with a proper holding device for me. It is intense, it is restrictive but excruciating to be locked in it. I almost panicked the first time Ray locked my head in place in the helmet. I don't know why but I have never been entirely comfortable with rigid things over my head. I have anxiety when I put a full bike helmet over my head but like most things, I talk myself through it. Now I am thinking that a padded hood with hoses into the nostrils might feel really hot before having my head locked down. I was locked down for a little more than eight hours. I have to admit that near the end, I was wishing for a long soak in the hot tub followed a long rest under crisp linen and down.
We went on an after lunch ride on the new toys and stopped in a secluded patch of trees. Master ripped his fly open and pulled my jeans around my ankles to do the obvious. He nor I ever seem to get enough.
In response to Master's 24/7 bondage comment: I am in 24/7 bondage. The obvious is the steel ring that I wear around my neck. There is no way to get it off but cutting it off. He also keeps a steel belt locked above my hips because he thinks it looks hot when I am naked. It's also a form of appetite suppressant should I ever develop an appetite. I enjoy food but I have never had impulses that tell me to eat.
Did you read about the Texas lawmaker that wants to make sodomy illegal and proposes that people caught doing sodomy should be shot through the head? Which head was he thinking about anyway.
Is it true that Ted Cruze will run for President? I hope Americans are smart enough to run from the anomalous excuse for a human. He is a man who ardently chooses ignorance over knowledge.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Damn! I Can't Stand the Excitment!
My slave is five and a half hours into his intense bondage predicament. A pool of pre-cum is spiraling from his cock to a pool on the floor. He drip endlessly. I can't imagine how high he is flying. His right thighs tightened up as if he was cramping. He cried out for a moment then pointed his toes like a ballet dancer enpoint. His body relaxed again and the knot in his thigh visible smoother out and softened. I again, do not understand his mastery over his body. I believe it is Qi Gong or his Yoga practice that keeps his body supple.
I touched his shoulders. He reacted as if a chill went through his body. I unlocked and opened the helmet. "I'm going to take you" I yelled. He shook his head to say no and a muffled "please no, sir" came from his gagged mouth. I sensed that he wanted me to tighten his bondage. I tried but the restraints are finite in intensity due to the design. I closed and locked the helmet leaving me feeling frustrated with excitement.
For no reason, I stopped at a Ducati dealer on the way home from the airport. I fell into great need to purchase a Multistrada for my boy. It is white with red and black details. The dealer brought it up to the house a few hours ago. It is standing directly in the middle of the path from the dungeon to the house. It makes me horny just to see and feel it.
Conversation with my husband/slave/boy ( his titles are interchangeable but most formally, slave his how I address most often):
He sold me while waiting for sleep to come, after I fucked him again, that if he didn't have so many things that he wanted to accomplish in life that he would like to be in bondage 24/7 for the rest of his life. He is a rare person who would know what he would be getting into and would still do it.
I touched his shoulders. He reacted as if a chill went through his body. I unlocked and opened the helmet. "I'm going to take you" I yelled. He shook his head to say no and a muffled "please no, sir" came from his gagged mouth. I sensed that he wanted me to tighten his bondage. I tried but the restraints are finite in intensity due to the design. I closed and locked the helmet leaving me feeling frustrated with excitement.
For no reason, I stopped at a Ducati dealer on the way home from the airport. I fell into great need to purchase a Multistrada for my boy. It is white with red and black details. The dealer brought it up to the house a few hours ago. It is standing directly in the middle of the path from the dungeon to the house. It makes me horny just to see and feel it.
Conversation with my husband/slave/boy ( his titles are interchangeable but most formally, slave his how I address most often):
He sold me while waiting for sleep to come, after I fucked him again, that if he didn't have so many things that he wanted to accomplish in life that he would like to be in bondage 24/7 for the rest of his life. He is a rare person who would know what he would be getting into and would still do it.
Another Trip on the Extreme Metal Bondage Table
The first thing my boy said this morning was "I'd like to take another trip on that table today".
"You like that, do ya? Okay but you're on for the whole day if I think you're handling it but you better not disappoint me. Is there anything you think we should ad or subtract to the experience?"
He said holes for nipple play would be good and a gag would reinforce the sense of being helpless. Maybe good ear plugs would enforce the sense of isolation. He said he could hear Ray and me talking last night.
First of all, the table was designed for intense bondage and denial. That's why we chose not to have holes in it for tit play. The bare metal top is meant to feel harsh. The hole for the genitals can be handy for play but it is meant to be used for urination.
slave has been properly restrained with gag and ear plugs for a little over two hours so far. I have a monitor alongside his head so I can leave him for periods of time. I fucked him then plugged him with my jiz still in his ass. I'm thinking that I can still play with clamps on the back side of his body. Maybe I'll decide to needle him.
"You like that, do ya? Okay but you're on for the whole day if I think you're handling it but you better not disappoint me. Is there anything you think we should ad or subtract to the experience?"
He said holes for nipple play would be good and a gag would reinforce the sense of being helpless. Maybe good ear plugs would enforce the sense of isolation. He said he could hear Ray and me talking last night.
First of all, the table was designed for intense bondage and denial. That's why we chose not to have holes in it for tit play. The bare metal top is meant to feel harsh. The hole for the genitals can be handy for play but it is meant to be used for urination.
slave has been properly restrained with gag and ear plugs for a little over two hours so far. I have a monitor alongside his head so I can leave him for periods of time. I fucked him then plugged him with my jiz still in his ass. I'm thinking that I can still play with clamps on the back side of his body. Maybe I'll decide to needle him.
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