It is just one of those days

I woke and went outside to get an early start on cleaning the barns.  I just finished shoveling and sweeping when Master walked into the barn and grabbed me. I pushed me onto my knees and force feed me his piss then grabbed the back of my head and force fucked, stopping short of coming. He made me stand with my hands on a fence, exposing my ass for him.

I finished my work with jiz and shit dribbling down my legs inside my jeans.

I went in to clean up while Pete sent the aroma of coffee and breakfast through the house.

I believe that Master read my blog from yesterday. He slipped a noose around my neck and threw the rude end over the beam in his office. I stood, nearly choking as he worked at his desk. He back handed me every time he passed me with his gloved hand. He wore the sap gloves that he bought yesterday all morning while he worked. Of course, he looked extra hot with them on and of course, he used them to make me hot and painfully horny.

Damn Chastity Belt!

My hands were crossed high up my back to keep them out of his way, especially when he worked my butt over with his gloved hands. My muscles are deeply bruised. I felt that when I sat down for lunch.

 

image from: http://www.metalbondnyc.com/#

 

 

My immediate feeling, based on the Russian Governments policy toward Gay People is to boycott the games completely.  A second thought is that Gay People should go to compete, just as Jesse Owens did when he went to Nazi Germany in 1936.  Show the Russian government and Putin that we are the champions as Gay Athletes and a nation that is evolving on a very important civil rights issue and that we are strong enough to rectify the wrongs that have blocked freedom for all Americans.

 

 

 

 

image from Tumblr

 

This image is such a turn on for me. I would like a LONG TERM
trip exactly like the action in the picture.  Note the actual hardware
around the guys neck.



Shopping in San Francisco or a trip through online catalogues

Yes, so this is really boring. Master and I went shopping in San Francisco today. We went to a few stores that were absolutely absurd. This place called The Archive had "artisan?" clothing. The prices were silly. For one thing, when I see 70% off on sale items, I'm offended. I would be angry if I bought a shirt for $500. and found it on sale for $130. a month later. Leather coats for $5000. that looked like the were sewn by a seventh grade home economics class.  Pure garbage.  I guess I'm just not the fashionista who doesn't care about being skewered at the check-out.

I did buy a suit, since all my suits are in the closet in my New York apartment.  It's a good wool suit in a traditional fit with slacks the fit instead of cling to the body. The jacket fits. I hate the suits you see on TV these days that look two sizes too small. If you're going to dress, don't buy something that makes you look like a Wal-Mart shopper.

We got bored with shopping in less time than it took to drive down from home. I think I'll stick to online shopping or stick with men's shops that know how to truly fit a man. Master, who came up with the shopping idea in the first place didn't want anything but a trip to Mr. S Leather where he bought a couple t-shirts and new cock and ball toys.

We grabbed a salad on the way home. It was a deconstructed BLT made with heirloom tomatoes and uncured organically raised bacon. Extra Bacon Please!!!

We haven't played, we haven't even had sex so far today but he did grab me by holding his hand over my face and nose a couple time when we were in The Archive. He told me to shut up a few times just because he could. And he grabbed my collar when I wasn't paying attention to home because I was distracted by a few really beautiful men.



Pictures from Tumblr  _ I'm in the mood for breath play tonight

 

I love it when Master uses his belt for a bridle while fucking me,

it feels so dangerous and sexy. Sometimes I feel fear that enhances every other feeling.

 

 

 

Assault and Battery & THE BOX

This guy came up our mountain today who was dressed in a chef jacket. It's the second time this has happened, as far as I knew. He wanted to buy one of my Alpaca to slaughter for his restaurant. I told him to get off the property but he said, "name your price, I'll make worth your while". I slugged the fucker with my right and knocked him on the ground. The killer geese were already raising hell.  Once he hit the ground they started biting him.  The dogs came barking, Christian came racing out the door with Master in hot pursuit. Christian pulled out his cell phone and called the sheriff.  The fucker wants to have me charged for assault and battery and for harboring vicious animals. I told the sheriff deputy that I wanted to charge the chef for trespassing and threatening to kill my Alpaca.

I haven't slugged a person since 7th grade when I finally had enough of Ronnie and Donnie for picking on me all of the time. I was extremely skinny and small for my age so I was an easy target.
I finally picked up a chuck of ice from the edge of the school yard and hit one of them in the face with it and jumped on top of the other and beat him in his face.

There was a big investigation about it because I really messed the guys up. Their mother wanted me kicked out of school for being violent and beating her boys up on the playground.  A bunch of ninth grade girls ended the investigation when they told the principal and police that those boys picked on me constantly and it was about time that I fought back. One of the girls was a "bad girl" who smoked and dated a high school drop out who worked in a donut factory.

Butch came from town while the sheriff deputies were "interviewing" us and looked at the Chef, he said "I know you, you've been up here twice before". He turned to me and asked, "was he trying to get you to slaughter one of your animals again?". With that, a deputy cuffed the guy and took him into custody. Christian and Master stood at my side while the sheriff deputy asked me questions. They usually take over when they think I'm stressed. They smiled while I took control of the situation and then applauded me afterward.

The guy has bite marks from the geese all over his lower arms, hands, ears and face. I don't know if all geese have teeth in their bill but my African Greys have crenulations that leave what looks like tooth marks. Funny.

I got to try The Box for fit for a few minutes today.  All the sides are heavily padded inside. The foam is beveled so they fit seamlessly. The foam is upholstered with garment leather. The bottom and three sides are rigid so I crawled in from the front and sat against the back wall. Master had a sheet explaining the best ways to strap me into the box so that I am cramped and immobile. I would have gotten a woody but the pain caused by the chastity belt ended that quickly.  He closed the front panel then locked it to the adjacent sides with cam locks before he dropped the top over head. I heard him fiddle with the lock. It was entirely dark inside. I could feel it when Master played with the lock but couldn't hear anything.

 

I'm scared. Master "asked" me this morning if wanted this done to me.

I was speechless, I hope he is just fucking with my head

- both found on tumblr

 

 

 

The Box and Rubber from Europe

The box was delivered by the cabinet maker this morning and Fed-Ex delivered the rubber that we bought in Europe.  I'm getting excited about the prospect of being shut away in it while at the same time feeling dread about how long Master will decide to keep me in it.  The box it quite nicely made of oak that goes with the architecture throughout the house. The lock is a single puzzle lock that looks like it was crafted in Japan during the Edo Period.  The wood is waxed and polished.  There is no external suggestion of what the box is used for.  It could be a pedestal for a large sculpture. The box stands under the middle gallery sky light.

Master had me strapped into the iron frame in front of the desk in his office for most of the day. I was gagged with a ball gag head harness. Master snapped a pair of Japanese Clover Clamps on my tits and left them there most of the day.  He removed them occasionally to change directions or roll my tits between his fingers.

 

Not me but this is a picture of the chastity belt that I normally wear.

 

A gratuitous picture of a naked artist.  I like to work in my studio in the nude.
but if this were me you would see my collar all of the time.

 

Pictures were found on Tumblr

The Debate

I have a few things on my plate this weekend. One is a creative decision that exposes a little more of my personal life than I feel comfortable with. I'm thinking my time may be better spent working on a site exposing my art rather than my sex life. I might keep this blog and places pictures from my collection of porn with less narrative.

It's a debate that I have with myself from time to time.

 

I have fantasized about being bound and gagged while having a huge snake wrap itself around my body. It would tighten itself around me with every exhalation.  I could hardly control myself when I saw this picture.

Everyone is home

Everyone is home. Dinner is being served in a in the next hour. The dining table is set for the holidays. Pete made Chateau Briand and a Buche de Noel among other wonderful smelling goodies.
I surprised that he has made such rich foods since he is a healthy organic cook. He's the dietician so he knows what he is doing.

It is so good to have a family dinner for six that I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. Yeah, four of them are employees but we are family in every sense of the word.

Master came racing through the door late yesterday, grabbing me by the sleeve as he ran to the bathroom to relieve himself.
"Suck it all down slave and don't you dare miss a drop!  I've been holding this all afternoon for you." And so, things were already back to normal. I was on my knees serving him while he held my face fast to his groin. He ripped his belt open, pulled my jeans down and squirted a heavy dose of lube up my ass. He laid into while I settled on the floor, head touching the floor with my ass in the air.

Pete made us a light dinner and then we went out in the winter air for a walk.  He'd been sitting for over 30 hours so he was bonkers with unspent energy.

We watched TV for a bit. He sat in his favorite corner of the sofa while I laid with my head in his lap. We went to bed, he plugged his cock into my ass and fell asleep.

Almost Christmas Eve

The guys bought a potted cedar tree into the family room and strung clear sparkling lights around it.  There is also a smattering of silver glass balls hanging from the branches.  Butch tied a garland of cedar, redwood and silver dollar eucalyptus trimmings from around the ranch. It smells wonderful throughout the house.

Master left Heathrow at 10:30 AM today and should arrive at San Francisco tomorrow after noon at 1:30 PM. He should be home for dinner. I'm very excited about having him walk through the door. 

I went to my studio to work until dinner after answering email today then plunked my ass down on the floor to watch a movie for a bit before hitting the computer again. I can't sit still for long periods of time to day. I feel like I'm on speed. Maybe it's because I can't wait for Master to remind me what his cock feels like.

In case I don't get around to it tomorrow...I wish

 Photo by Tony Preese

 

 

Hairy Christmas to All