My slave will be leaving for home without me tomorrow.
He has expressed absolutely no unhappiness during this stay at the Chateau. In fact he is enjoying himself and is having fun. He hasn't really mentioned going home but I can feel that he is feeling dread about something. I ask him what is going on. I sound like some old co-dependent fag because I keep asking him what is bothering him. He smiles gently and tried to reassure me and himself that there is nothing. So, I finally asked him, "You're thinking about being home, aren't you". He admitted that he was and that he has a feeling of dread that he doesn't want to give in to. "Besides" he said, "You want me with you and I don't want to be without you. You want to practice rope bondage more and I want you to learn more about it". He added that he didn't know how he would cope with being in Bhutan next month and that he is thinking of cancelling the trip. I told him that that he would leave for home tomorrow and that I will stay. That way he can be working with the animals and working in the studio more before he leaves for his three week walk with his monk friend. He shook his head in disapproval. I asked him which of us called the shots in this relationship. He responded, "yes sir".
"Besides" I told him, "I am sure they can find me someone to practice on."
We continued our bondage session. I learned the casting on of rope in the martial art style and securely binding the slave in a few very quick movements. The technique can range from merely secure to intensely painful depending how tightly the limbs are pulled together behind the back. The slave winced in pain at one of my tries and whispered "yes". His cock grew into an iron rod. He used breath control to cope with the pain and whispered "this feels really good, Master".
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Monday, April 6, 2015
Offensive?
The Club
Offensive or not, I couldn't resist reposting this
work of art.
work of art.
Slave is thinking about home. He misses the menagerie and his barely used new studio. We'll be staying here for another two weeks because there is much to learn that will enhance our lives. He's still in bed, buried under mounds of pillows and sheets. I've opened a window to let cool air into the room.
I'm restless and very horny but I won't disturb my object because he may still be in the throws of his migraine. NOW, if he were truly an object, I wouldn't care how he feels. I would fuck him regardless, right? I can't do that sort of thing to him the way I could when we first met.
The Weekend
I wish the holiday weekend would have been spent at home with family although the people of the Chateau and the members are and extention of that family. We're not Christians and we don't celebrate any holidays that have usurped pagen European seasonal celebrations. For us, we mark holidays as good reason to celebrate family.
All the slaves stood behind the Master's chairs during a formal dinner. They wore nothing except their collars. The slaves were bright and attentive and served perfectly. Some were more adept than others, having more experience at formality. I personally think formality is a sort of falseness.
My boy is experiencing a migraine. He is in my bed sleeping instead of in the dungeon. I am beginning to unserstand that he gets migraines when over tired. He hates to give up on his own expectations so he ends up crashing.
I am slowly learning to perfect rope work by having started at the very basic wrist snare. I have to work at giving up what I think I know so that I can learn new techniques.
You can teach an old dog knew tricks but it is often times very difficult.
I want to write more but I am fighting sleep.
All the slaves stood behind the Master's chairs during a formal dinner. They wore nothing except their collars. The slaves were bright and attentive and served perfectly. Some were more adept than others, having more experience at formality. I personally think formality is a sort of falseness.
My boy is experiencing a migraine. He is in my bed sleeping instead of in the dungeon. I am beginning to unserstand that he gets migraines when over tired. He hates to give up on his own expectations so he ends up crashing.
I am slowly learning to perfect rope work by having started at the very basic wrist snare. I have to work at giving up what I think I know so that I can learn new techniques.
You can teach an old dog knew tricks but it is often times very difficult.
I want to write more but I am fighting sleep.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Ass Whoopin"
boy was laying hal awake on the bed. I was up hanging up my suit and trousers that I wore the day before. The boy heard me draw the belt from the trousers and kicked off the sheets and spread his arms and legs. He wanted the belt and the sting badly. I obliged of course.
I heard a gentle knock at the door and quietly opened it. The Master of the Chateau stood in the hall with a big smaile on his face.
"Good Morning, I trust you are emjoying yourselves".
He came to talk to us while my boy and I were together. It was a casual conversation about life in general, the business of keeping Christian with us at home and the direction that we are taking in our relationship. He added that we should be sure to utilize the staff if we need advice or help and that we should be visiting the Chateau more often since we are paying our membership annually.
I began giving the boy a good welting and invited The Master to join in. He drew his belt from his slacks and joined me. We double teamed the boy, one from each side of the bed. Boy went nuts. He starting humping the bed. I told him not to cum. He howled more and begged us to "do it right", which got him into trouble. We knew his game. We stopped and I ordered him to get on his knees. I forced him to kneel on the studded belt that I wear in my jeans. I forced him to stay while I cleaned up for breakfast. He struggled to hold his tears back.
I beat the boys back with my belt and then sent him to clean himself up and go to the dungeon to begin his day.
I heard a gentle knock at the door and quietly opened it. The Master of the Chateau stood in the hall with a big smaile on his face.
"Good Morning, I trust you are emjoying yourselves".
He came to talk to us while my boy and I were together. It was a casual conversation about life in general, the business of keeping Christian with us at home and the direction that we are taking in our relationship. He added that we should be sure to utilize the staff if we need advice or help and that we should be visiting the Chateau more often since we are paying our membership annually.
I began giving the boy a good welting and invited The Master to join in. He drew his belt from his slacks and joined me. We double teamed the boy, one from each side of the bed. Boy went nuts. He starting humping the bed. I told him not to cum. He howled more and begged us to "do it right", which got him into trouble. We knew his game. We stopped and I ordered him to get on his knees. I forced him to kneel on the studded belt that I wear in my jeans. I forced him to stay while I cleaned up for breakfast. He struggled to hold his tears back.
I beat the boys back with my belt and then sent him to clean himself up and go to the dungeon to begin his day.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Intensive Bondage and Gagged
My slave, my boy and husband was laying in my bed when I was shown to my room here at the Chateau. He was bound with yellow rope. He was bent backwards in an intense hot tie that made it look like he was woven into a tight fabric. There was not a knot to be found and yet he could not move and there was no escape. He was gagged with a small coil of rope stuffed in his mouth held in place by another rope wound and cinched around his head.
I moved him onto his right side so that I could kiss him. The linens beneath him showed a pool of pre-cum that had been soaked up by the sheets and mattress topper. He was a picture of The Agonay and Ecstacy. After inspecting and admiring his baondage I began to release him from the cinches that held him immobile. I had not had my cock in his ass for almost a week and I was at my breaking point.
I fucked him and then fucked him again and again until I was totally dry. I turned him over onto his back to work his cock until he came. I bound him with my legs and arms and fell asleep.
I moved him onto his right side so that I could kiss him. The linens beneath him showed a pool of pre-cum that had been soaked up by the sheets and mattress topper. He was a picture of The Agonay and Ecstacy. After inspecting and admiring his baondage I began to release him from the cinches that held him immobile. I had not had my cock in his ass for almost a week and I was at my breaking point.
I fucked him and then fucked him again and again until I was totally dry. I turned him over onto his back to work his cock until he came. I bound him with my legs and arms and fell asleep.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Now For the Fun Stuff!
The slave is playing the waiting game. They took him out of rope bondage when the wardens touch him and realized that he was very cold. He sat still far too long and began shivering once a warm hand touched his back. They warmed him up by giving him a long hot shower complete with yellow streams of briny piss. They fed him, almost forcefully when he said he wasn't hungry. It was probably true. He never feels hunger and will go hypoglycemic before he realized he needs to eat. (Some times I think I married a baby bird).
He's been sitting in a long stone dungeon, chain neck, hands and feet and fastened to the wall alongside several other slaves. They tell me that he has comforted one slave who was terrified of his circumstance and wonders what he has gotten into. He was in the same position not so very long ago. Other than that, nothing has happened except a few whacks on the ass for being to boisterous.
I have one meeting yet this morning then I will drive to the Chateau in a rented car. I'm getting itchy to get a hold on my slave's ass. I can't even begin to count the cum filled towels that I've thrown on the bathroom floor for the butler to pick up. I've arranged to have my slave sleep with me at night then go to the dungeon for a day of activities that I plan to be part of.
He's been sitting in a long stone dungeon, chain neck, hands and feet and fastened to the wall alongside several other slaves. They tell me that he has comforted one slave who was terrified of his circumstance and wonders what he has gotten into. He was in the same position not so very long ago. Other than that, nothing has happened except a few whacks on the ass for being to boisterous.
I have one meeting yet this morning then I will drive to the Chateau in a rented car. I'm getting itchy to get a hold on my slave's ass. I can't even begin to count the cum filled towels that I've thrown on the bathroom floor for the butler to pick up. I've arranged to have my slave sleep with me at night then go to the dungeon for a day of activities that I plan to be part of.
from tumbler
Like We've Been Saying All Along - Discrimination is Rooted In Ignorance
March 30, 2015
Indiana Governor Stunned By How Many People Seem to Have Gay Friends
By Andy Borowitz
INDIANAPOLIS (The Borowitz Report)—Indiana Governor Mike Pence is “stunned and amazed” that so many people appear to have gay friends, Pence has confirmed. Speaking to reporters in his office in Indianapolis, Pence said that he made the astonishing discovery about gay friends late last week.
“You could be walking down the street, and without you knowing it, this person is friends with gays and that person is, too,” he said. “It really seems to be pretty widespread.”
“It’s the darnedest thing,” he added.
While Pence acknowledged that he has “no gay friends personally,” the growing popularity of being friends with gays has made him question whether he has been “missing the boat on this.
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“When I see so many people having gay friends, it makes me wonder if I should go out and get one,” he said. “But I guess that would be kind of hard for me to do now.”
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Pence and his cronies are FUCKING IDIOTS! He probably has Gay people "touching" him through out his entire life and is too stupid to know it!
LORD! SAVE ME FROM YOUR FOLLOWERS!
Pence and his cronies are FUCKING IDIOTS! He probably has Gay people "touching" him through out his entire life and is too stupid to know it!
LORD! SAVE ME FROM YOUR FOLLOWERS!
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