A crack in the Wall?

Not really but these weeks apart are painful.
We'll be traveling TOGETHER more in the future.

The Long Wait

Boy leaves Paro for home within the hour. He has a five hour flight to Singapore and a fifteen hour flight from Singapore to San Francisco. I have a big bag of Caramel Corn Cheese Corn mix for a welcome home gift. He loves the stuff but it's not the kind of thing we eat with any frequency.

November 7 (from the boy's diary)

It used to be that I had to search for someone to tie me up. I can't say that I had a problem finding a top but a tryst always had it's limitations. Things like time, experience and trust got in the way of a really meaningful session. I am so happy that I don't have to rely on a friend of stranger to fix me up and leave me frustrated and empty feeling.

I thought of the past the other day when Master hogtied on top of the pool table in the great room. He had covered it with a big latex sheet so we didn't fuck the felt up by abrasions or with body fluids. Master tied me up about noon. He gagged me and blindfolded me then started wrapping me in rope and knots until I was unable to do little more than wiggle.

I was content about my situation. I was unable to release myself but not in discomfort. Master left me there while he went of to do other things. I just laid there waiting until he decided what to do next. Hour after hour passed without a sound. Then, I heard his foot steps. He stood and quietly laughed to himself. He began to touch and pinch me over my entire boy. He reached under me and played with my nipples and probed by rectum with his fingers. My cock had been locked up for over a week so that was off limits.

I thought he was going to let me up or climb up on the table and fuck me. I didn't get what I expected. He untied a few knots then tightened the ropes and knotted them again. He left me alone again.

I could smell Tony cooking in the kitchen. The smell of food was intoxicating. My stomach started growling and I drooled around the gag with greater intensity. Tony called the guys in for dinner. Master left mr on the table, still bound, waiting.

I waited while they ate dinner then Master came in to play with me again. He untied knots, tightened the ropes and re-knotted every thing again, this time adding more rope to the hogtie that added more pain to my wearing ability to handle the bondage. Pain or not, I had no choice in the matter. He left me while he and the guys sat in another corner of the room watching a streaming movie and drinking cognac from the wine cellar.

For me, this is the epitome of bondage. Wanting to be bound and gagged for what ever drives me, being bound endlessly waiting for release and never knowing when that release might come. It could be an hour of many days. In my situation, my ability to apply limitations to an experience are over and done with. I can't imagine finding a more fulfilling state of being.

Coming Home

It is just past Midnight on Tuesday Morning in Bhutan. That's almost a day ahead of Pacific Time here in the US. Trace leave tomorrow morning then flies backward in time as he flies east. He flies to Singapore then to the US this time.

I spoke to him on the telephone as he was dozing off. He said he was dreaming that he was naked in the San Francisco Airport. He said he his hands were handcuffed behind his back at that I was hugging him. Then, the ringing phone woke him.

Nice dream.

The Unthinkable

I'm sitting in front of my computer eating whole grain crackers, cheese made from our goat's milk with Castelvetrano Olives and roasted asparagus tossed with rosemary roasted garlic vinaigrette. I had left over brussel sprouts made with maitaki mushrooms for lunch.  Tony took the day off and Christian and Jason ran errands in San Francisco. Butch and Daniel went out for dinner after calling the animals into the bar.

Trace sprained his right ankle early yesterday morning when setting out for his walk. He was able to get help from the hotel staff that took him back to his suite in Paro. They obtained medical help for him that included manipulation, herbal treatment and a soak in a hot spring, excellent dining and a good nights sleep in a hotel bed.

He had to cut his walk by two days so he has a couple extra days to relax before coming home. The usual arrangement is rental hotel rooms for a minimum stay which usually includes everything that you need while in Bhutan.  In boy's situation, he paid for seven nights of hotel stay and then transferred as a guest to the Tiger's Nest. He ("paid") made a donation to the Tiger's Nest that  included his hike with his friend (tour guide).  His health care was free with his hotel stay. Going to Bhutan as a tourist is a bit like going to an all inclusive resort.

His friend is still with him, enjoying the luxury of the hotel. They are planning on going out to a couple shops today and visit a temple that he hasn't scene yet. He hired transportation for the rest of his stay so he won't be on his feet much. He will undoubtedly send handmade paper, ceramics and metal craft home. The boy is a paper freak.

Today is near an end. For boy, it is already Late Sunday. He'll be heading home on our Tuesday. It gets confusing without looking at timelines on the internet.

 

 

A picture of a Grandmother and Granddaughter in Bhutan

 

 

 

As if we needed another pair of dogs.
I rescued this mom and son from a shelter here in the valley today.
He had a butt sniffing festival out in the driveway. Mom is a little nervous.
The baby acts like he owns the place.

 

 

 

 

I talked to Boy.

I talked to boy via GPS earlier. I know for you Master/slave purists that this was not necessary but we are partner and husbands. I became more excited as I thought about starting a new venture. I know their are a lot of fucker's out there who are opening Vape store fronts but if we do this, we'll do it right with proper branding and a consistent look throughout multiple stores and websites. I already called Steve to set up a meeting. I'm thinking of trying to market in leather stores because I would like to see people in our lifestyle get the tobacco monkey off their backs.

Trace is enjoying himself although he said he is constantly hungry (not normal for him) and a little bit tired. He is looking forward to getting home. He said he wishes he could be transported home (as in Star Trek).

 from tumblr

 

 

The boy is going to suffer for me when he gets home. A good long bondage and fuck session is a week away.

Nothing NEW

I don't know why I feel compelled to say anything here today. I forgot what it was that I was going to talk about. It must have been totally profound.

I went to my favorite Vape store today. I sat in the lounge with the manager while he taught me to build a new coil. We started talking about work ethic. I guess one of his employees called in sick at the time the store opened.

My manager friend said that he "hated people who don't show up for work but complain about all the money they need". Apparently he is having problems with a few of his employees but at the same said he understood because "the owner didn't want to pay his employees anything". It always amazes me when business owners pay minimum wage and expect loyalty and responsibility. They are unrealistic. My grand dad paid his employees as well as he could when he started his company, sometimes leaving his own family hungry. He put in more hours that he expected from any one that worked for him. Apparently this Vape store owner expects to male a living from the store that he almost never works.

It makes me wonder, could I open my own store(s) and give my friend the responsibility and autonomy in my absence to decisions befitting his experience and make sure that he has something besides a minimum wage job to offer his staff. If for no other reason than to give my friend and his loyal customers a better life? He would have my backing and I could give him the benefit of my business knowledge. I can almost feel my boy whispering in my ear.

Return Leg of the Walk

The guys are on the return portion of their loop of their walk. They are north of the cities heading west.

Butch and Daniel were playing in the barn last night. Daniel was strung up from the rafters. Butch was swinging forward and backward and whacking him with a leather strap as he swung by. Daniel started pumping like a kid on a swing. Pushing himself higher and higher each time he swung past Butch. Daniel's buffed body is a thing of beauty when involved in stressful activity. He has grown from looking like a skinny twink looking boy to a powerful looking young man. Along with his increase in body strength, he has grown more confident.

The animals are settling down after the chaos of giving birth. We still expect a calf to be born in the next month or two.

Life is good and getting better.