Bhutan and Religion

Bhutan is a happy place. A great majority of the people that I met are happy and very peaceful. All of those that I met practice Mahayana Buddhism. I personally think that religion is the cause of more descent than good and would like to see religion somehow removed from the human experience. I serves no real function outside of control of a population, explanation of the unexplainable and a way of satisfying the greed of religious leader and institutions.

Yes, even Buddhism, and Taoism are guilty of placating and dulling of the mind, perniciously stealing spirituality and the wonder of what we do not know. In Taoism, the god that we can describe is not the Tao "god" but all throughout it's history, Taoist teachers jealously guarded and politicized their teachings to the pointing of murdering and causing imprisonment of competing teachers.

Religious Freedom

The law in Bhutan provides for religious freedom, however, in practice, this is limited. The state religion is Buddhism. Proselytization is illegal, and Christian missionaries are not allowed in the country. Buddhist texts are the only religious materials permitted to enter or be manufactured in Bhutan. Prior to constructing a church or temple, communities must obtain a government license; yet minority religions are not permitted to build places of worship or congregate publicly in large groups. Worship in private homes, however, is legal as long as there is not a gathering of believers.


How good is this from the point of view of people who look beyond religion to spirituality and evolving knowledge? I do believe in god, make no mistake about but for me, god is everything that exists, especially the things that I cannot comprehend because I, like all humans are too egotistical and lacking in compassion to be still and quietly let our minds wander without judgment.

Buddhism like most religion is based of freeing ourselves from ego and attempting to define to the point of exclusion of god. For me and from experience, the people of Bhutan are close to god in their compassion that it would be a travesty to pollute the people with Christianity, Islam or any other religion.

A Same Old Story

Day 4 of 126 days in Chastity

I had my slave in a bar in San Francisco last night. I had him strip down to his chastity belt and plugged ass and his boots. It doesn't seem like such a big deal these days to see a slave in just a CB but it was a little humiliating for my slave, which was my intent (besides showing off my property).

He was talking to three friends who were inspecting his belt. They were all having fun an teasing him. I could see the slave enjoying himself. His friends left, leaving him alone talking to a stranger who also wanted to inspect slaves situation. Since Trace didn't know him and the fact that the guy was being demanding, he deferred the guy to me for permission. He calls me "the big mean looking guy". Instead of doing as Trace asked, the guy grabbed him and began to feel him. I could feel my slaves duress and grabbed him by putting my gloved hand over his mouth and pulling him into me.
I shot the guy my most fearsome look and he backed way off. I the old days I might have gone after him with a baseball bat for violating my property.

Now I know we were advertising a bit and I don't mind touching but not without permission. So listen up fuckers! Don't touch unless you have permission. I'm not just talking about my property, I'm talking about everyone, Male and female!

I Am Starting to Establish a Routine

I am starting to establish a sense of routine. My head space is quieting.

I woke up before the sun and slipped into my work clothes and shit kickers and went out to work with the animals. I got them outside into the corrals and fed them, making sure to give each of them attention as they passed through the barn door. I started to clean the barn when Daniel came out to begin his day. We worked together and messed around before going to clean up for breakfast. The weather was beautiful so Tony set the table and cooked in the outdoor kitchen (that he designed).

Master locked my junk up in the Carrara chastity belt after we finished breakfast. I spun the chastity wheel on the laptop to determine how long it will be before I have access to my genitals again. Can you believe that I spun 128 days? That's the end of October! The only way I'll get to cum is when Master rams it out of me while fucking me.

With the breakfast activities done, I went outside to work with the critters. I went out wearing only the Carrara and my work boots. I brushed the white dogs and Buddha and collected their fur to spin into yarn when I have enough. Tommy was constantly at my side as was little Juan, the puppy Viszla. They require little brushing but a lot of attention.

I went to my studio to get myself started a new project, including loading pictures from my laptop into the iMac, Cloud and peripheral storage device. I took hundred of pictures while in Bhutan that I never want to lose.

I chose a landscape that I wanted to capture on canvas. The challenge is portraying the way I felt while out hiking. I think that I will eventually try to paint from pictures of people but I really need to draw them a few hundred times before I can portray personalities with some accuracy. I'm thinking a head to a possible studio show when I have enough work.

We've com up against some competition among vineyard owners. Butch is helping us find the right person to help us with that. We discussed that over a glass of wine on the deck.

I seriously doubt that there will be any play this evening. I think we're all in the mood for and evening of hugs and cuddles in front of the patio fireplace.

Permanent Chastity? A chastity Wheel mishap and this could happen to me.

 128 days locked in this Chastity Belt

Thoughts About Food and a Damn Good Bondage Session

My gut has been a little grumbling for the past few days. I think it might be caused by switching from a very simple diet back to a comparatively rich diet.

Most of our hosts served meal made of rice or some other grain with a few vegetables. I didn't eat meat in Bhutan except for one night in the hotel after my friend left me. He said that eating an animal was eating god. We talked about eating plants as eating a gift from god. Because in either case, if you believe that god exists in everything then there is no escape from eating god. The difference is that animals are sentient  beings.

Anyway, my meals were gluten free with very little fat and a few vegetables seasoned very carefully with salt and local herbs that were sometimes also used to make hot infusions. My meals on the trip home were primarily meat, vegetables and various carbs. Once I got to San Francisco, I had dry aged Chateau Briand, soup, salad, fingerling potatoes and crusty bread slices that we dipped in olive oil. Of course, we did not pass up on desert.

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I'm not even sure what day of the week it is. My head is still someplace in the clouds high above the valley floors of Bhutan. It was a good day to be strenuously bound and then used by Master.

He tied my wrists crossed behind my back then pulled the rope up, wrapping it around my neck several time then cinching it, leaving the tails dangling in front me. He wrapped the rope around my genitals, creating a cock ring effect. He continued by wrapped the rope around my scrotum, stretching it tightly and stretching my balls to the limits. From there, I kneeled with my balls between ankles. He tied and cinched the ends of the ropes so that find any sort of comfort.

The experience first lead to a dull ache in my guts that gradually escalated. I began to feel nausea build and an intense burning sensation in my balls. Everything intensified over time. I began to moan loudly which earned me a heaping stuffing of a leather gag jammed deep into my throat.

I Have So Much to Talk About

Being home is almost overwhelming. I came home to chaos of recognition. The geese treated me as if I was a stranger until they heard my voice. Their attack turned into a clamor for attention (and feed). The dogs came racing from every corner of the ranch. The new dog and puppy stood reluctant at first then ran to see what of the excitement was about. I Sancho and Buddha knocked me on the ground and the rest of the dogs piled themselves on top of me. Hugs, kisses and wet tongues and noses came at me from every direction. The tiny Viszla puppy wiggled his way through the crowd to find out who I was. Amazingly, the big dogs let him through and allowed him a moment to greet me.

I had so much more to see out in the corral. I knew before I left that we would have babies while I was gone but there were so many surprises.

I went inside to greet Tony and then took a long bath in my own fizzy tub where I fell asleep. I live a life of absolute abundance, love and luxury. It's not that it doesn't exist in Bhutan but it is so different to feel a sense of such well being in my own home.

My hike took me to villages and farms that few tourist experience. Even the poorest were generous. There was always at the least, a cup of tea or Yak Milk that was warm from the animal or warmed over a wood fire. My friend and I sleep a simple wood palettes with a Blanket in some homes. our hosts always smiled and treated us like family. My friend bestowed blessings on everyone and I slipped my hand into my backpack for my offering of Bhutanese Ngultrum.  I often resorted to placing it on a table or shelf in the room to give it too them. They most often refused it if I handed it  directly to our host. My friend apologized for me in the case that I offended them until I learned to apologize myself. Sometimes, our hosts were so impoverished that $50.00 could be a life changer.

I will go back to Bhutan next spring. I already miss the gentle smiles from everyone that I came in contact with. I will take Master with me.

I Am Home

I am home. Once again, I am surrounded by family, both two legged and four legged. I made a quick round of the ranch to see what has gone on in my absence. Life abounds!

Together At Last

My little world traveler is home at last. His skin is browner and slightly wrinkled from the Mountain air and sun than it was before he left.

I felt his stress level melt away as I hugged him at the airport. He was properly greeted once I got him to the condo bedroom. He has been tied all day in such a way that I can use him. He's in an easy hogtie and sound asleep at the moment. I think it's time to untie him and take him out for a long quiet dinner together. It looks like he lost a lot of weight again. He's starting to look a little like his Buddhist Monk friends.

A picture from Tumblr. The collar and the man wearing it is really hot. Does anyone know who made the collar?

A gratuitous hot bondage picture from Tumblr. Guess who gets to know what this position feels like...