I presumed Sir was collecting something that afternoon. We drove some distance before I realised where we were going and even then I wasn't positive. My neck ached the most. In that position my head was kept low enough to mean I over-balanced if I didn't keep my hands close by my ears but high enough so as not to bounce it painfully on the metal fixings that I was bolted to. It put pressure on my shoulders as well as my spine. I heard the door close and the voices that started immediately confirmed we were at the forge again. I hoped there was to be no more "playful" measuring, as that was what I presumed had gone on during our first visit, because the playful element meant my balls would suffer another vice like session in the hands of the craftsman Sir was employing. After quite a short time the door closed again, the engine started and we were off.
Returning home my Master felt all over my naked body, naked that is apart from the small leather pouch I was allowed, with his leather gloved hands before he unlocked me from the car cage. I felt a thrill as his fingers worked their magic on the inside of my thighs and slowly massaged my back, my waist and my nipples. My nipples received more than a massage, a very sharp and hard twist in fact which made me groan inside the leather hood. I felt the horse whip for that, he never liked me to comment without permission.
Once out of the cage the hood was unbuckled and I was allowed to go about my duties, or almost. As I turned to go Sir grabbed my forearm and pulled me close. In one movement he locked me in an embrace and we tasted each other for a full two minutes before I was let go, a healthy leathered swipe to my arse sending me to the kitchen.
I worked on chores until it was time to serve supper. There were occasions when we ate together, tonight was not one of them. He was in his full leathers, those glistening, reflective, black shiny ones that showed his body off to perfection. I adored them and him inside them. He knew this and purposely sat where I could, from where I was made to kneel, see the bulge that was his cock. I knew I would get a lot closer to that before the night was over, one way or another it was going to be quite some time before I would be able to sit comfortably again.
I was allowed to eat from my bowl, this should have warned me that there was to be some torture in the offing, but I didn't quite realise what was in store. I cleared the table, washed everything up and retuned to the warmth of the living room with it's blazing log fire that I had made up before leaving for the kitchen. He allowed me to sit on the floor in front of the fire, in front of his armchair as he finished off the wine he had in his glass. It all felt so safe and comfortable. "Stay where you are boi," he said as he got up and went across the room. I did just that. I heard the sound of hard metal and then the feel of it round my neck. He lifted my chin and secured the heaviest collar I'd ever experienced round my neck, locking it tight with a secure and equally heavy bolt. It immediately cut into my shoulder blades and I had to keep very still or suffer the consequences. My arms were pulled behind me and up until they were parallel with each other. Each wrist was then locked into a heavy cold steel manacle which was fixed by a rod from my collar. I couldn't move my arms at all, even if I could it would have meant extra pressure on my shoulders which I didn't want.
Sir was now standing in front of me. I could see the pressure on the leather surrounding his engorged cock as it bulged in the light of the fire. I knew what to do. Reaching forward I carefully surrounded his organ with my mouth, using my tongue as best I could hoping this was what was wanted. I also knew that I had been able to "persuade" Master that this was what he had wanted in the past, even when he had had other ideas for erotic play.
This time it was useless. After experiencing my caress for a minute or so he pushed me away with his knee. I fell backwards onto my arms with a painful thud, rolling to one side to alleviate the pressure. I managed not to cry out which was good because he simply got hold of my collar and hauled me up again. After looking at his expression I knew to give up any hope of a restful night. There was to be pain, lots of it. He picked up his single tailed whip, the one that had cut its way through my flesh on many occasions, that burnt its cruel blistering painful way through my senses until I pleaded and sobbed for respite, and led the way down the stone steps to the cellar dungeon below.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Steel Restraint
the slave noticed each individual undulation.Although the sophisticated suspension of the big Mercedes estate car did a good job of soaking up the bumps,in the way in which someone who is blind has heightened senses in other respects he recognised the rolling gait as the car lurched along the unmade road.
This recognition really was some achievement on his part as his present position,locked inside the heavy steel barred cage that was built into the load area of the car was his normal mode of transport,The Master liked to know that he was secure and,to this end the heavy leather collar that he wore was locked to the steel hasp set into the cage floor and his head was totally enclosed in the beautifully crafted black leatherhood that also deprived him almost totally of his sense of hearing.
The car drew to a halt and he heard the faint sound of the door close as The Master stepped from the vehicle.In his mind the vision flashed briefly of the polished black boots and the tailored black leather of the breeches that enclosed the tall body but failed to disguise the thick,nestling cock shaft.
His listened intently and could just make out the sound of voices,The Master was talking to somebody.This could mean only one thing.Big Steve the blacksmith lived at his cottage and combined forge at the end of a long rutted track set amongst the low, undulating hills of Norfolk.It was an hour's drive from The Master's house and that squared with how long he had been confined,judging from the level of pain in the muscles of his bound and aching body.
the slave cast his mind back a couple of weeks and it all fell into place.They had travelled there before and he had felt the big calloused hands reach inside the cage as the tape measure had been slipped around his neck and checked the size of his wrists and arms.Big steve had taken the opportunity to playfully squeeze his balls,well playfully for him anyway.The big strong fingershad compressed his vulnerable flesh until he had cried out in pain,prompting a loud,raucous cackle from Steve that had been sufficient to penetrate the hood.
Later that evening,after he had served The Master's meal and cleared away and washed the dishes he was summoned to The Master's drawing room.It had taken a good hout to do the chores as The Master insisted on him washing everything by hand,It was not just a matter of saving electricity from not using the dishwasher but it put him firmly in his place so that he felt the humiliation of his position more deeply.Temporarily unhooded he watched in fascination as the flickering flames of the log fire reflected on the shafts of The Master's boots.His Master reclined in the comfort of his favourite armchair as he swirled the ruby red claret in the big balloon glass as he savoured it.
the slave sneaked occasional admiring surrepticious glances at The Master.He was dressed in the full black leather outfit that meant a torture session was in the offing.The Master loved to wear the skin tight black leather breeches that outlined the shape of his arse as well as his heavy cock shaft that the slave had shaved that very morning as The Master had stepped from his bath.He knew that at some point in the night ahead he would receive the gift of The Master's hot cum,the slave craved the warm,thick milky fluid,greedily swallowing every drop that The Master produced apart from those special occasions when it was injected directly into his ass during a night of passion in the big confortable bed that he sometimes was allowed to share in place of his cage or the hard bed of his cell.Those occasions were especially memorable for him as The Master's heavy,elegant cock forced it's way inside his body to deliver it's precious load.
The Master stood and placed the half empty bottle on the table as he took a draught of the wine.He approached the slave and lifted his head,looking directly into his eyes.He leant forward and placed his lips to the slave's,forcing the warm,rich wine directly into the slave's mouth in a long,delicious spurt that mirrored the way his cock filled him with spunk.
Glancing down to the table the slave saw for the first time the piece of equipment that Big Steve had crafted for The Master,He picked it up and held it in his gloved hands before offering it up to the slave's neck.The heavy steel hinged shut and locked into place snugly about the slave's neck.He felt it's cold weight bearing down on his shoulders and he was surprised at just how heavy it was,he guessed that the steel was the best part of an inch thick,deliberately designed to be uncomfortable for him to wear.The Master moved behind him and he felt briefly the hard bulge of his cock through the leather as it brushed against him.
The Master now gathered his wrists and proceeded to lock them behind his back into the similarly heavy manacles that were attached to the collar by a steel shaft.Bolts were tightened and adjusted so that his arms were now locked behind him and totally immobilised.Now he was pushed to his knees before The Master.
Without being asked he leant forward and kissed the heavy leather bulge.He knew that his skilled lips could melt The Master into passion,he could never receive enough of the slave's mouth but on this occasion he pulled away.This could mean only one thing and the slave shuddered as he contemplated the fully equipped dungeon and torture chamber that lay just beneath their feet,approached from the hallway down a flight of steep stone steps.The Master picked up the leather single tailed whip from the table.
"Follow your Master slave" he intoned imperiously as he turned towards the door.the slave followed on his knees,his eyes locked on the tall form of his Master,his body encased in black leather and the coiled .single tail hanging from his right hand
This recognition really was some achievement on his part as his present position,locked inside the heavy steel barred cage that was built into the load area of the car was his normal mode of transport,The Master liked to know that he was secure and,to this end the heavy leather collar that he wore was locked to the steel hasp set into the cage floor and his head was totally enclosed in the beautifully crafted black leatherhood that also deprived him almost totally of his sense of hearing.
The car drew to a halt and he heard the faint sound of the door close as The Master stepped from the vehicle.In his mind the vision flashed briefly of the polished black boots and the tailored black leather of the breeches that enclosed the tall body but failed to disguise the thick,nestling cock shaft.
His listened intently and could just make out the sound of voices,The Master was talking to somebody.This could mean only one thing.Big Steve the blacksmith lived at his cottage and combined forge at the end of a long rutted track set amongst the low, undulating hills of Norfolk.It was an hour's drive from The Master's house and that squared with how long he had been confined,judging from the level of pain in the muscles of his bound and aching body.
the slave cast his mind back a couple of weeks and it all fell into place.They had travelled there before and he had felt the big calloused hands reach inside the cage as the tape measure had been slipped around his neck and checked the size of his wrists and arms.Big steve had taken the opportunity to playfully squeeze his balls,well playfully for him anyway.The big strong fingershad compressed his vulnerable flesh until he had cried out in pain,prompting a loud,raucous cackle from Steve that had been sufficient to penetrate the hood.
Later that evening,after he had served The Master's meal and cleared away and washed the dishes he was summoned to The Master's drawing room.It had taken a good hout to do the chores as The Master insisted on him washing everything by hand,It was not just a matter of saving electricity from not using the dishwasher but it put him firmly in his place so that he felt the humiliation of his position more deeply.Temporarily unhooded he watched in fascination as the flickering flames of the log fire reflected on the shafts of The Master's boots.His Master reclined in the comfort of his favourite armchair as he swirled the ruby red claret in the big balloon glass as he savoured it.
the slave sneaked occasional admiring surrepticious glances at The Master.He was dressed in the full black leather outfit that meant a torture session was in the offing.The Master loved to wear the skin tight black leather breeches that outlined the shape of his arse as well as his heavy cock shaft that the slave had shaved that very morning as The Master had stepped from his bath.He knew that at some point in the night ahead he would receive the gift of The Master's hot cum,the slave craved the warm,thick milky fluid,greedily swallowing every drop that The Master produced apart from those special occasions when it was injected directly into his ass during a night of passion in the big confortable bed that he sometimes was allowed to share in place of his cage or the hard bed of his cell.Those occasions were especially memorable for him as The Master's heavy,elegant cock forced it's way inside his body to deliver it's precious load.
The Master stood and placed the half empty bottle on the table as he took a draught of the wine.He approached the slave and lifted his head,looking directly into his eyes.He leant forward and placed his lips to the slave's,forcing the warm,rich wine directly into the slave's mouth in a long,delicious spurt that mirrored the way his cock filled him with spunk.
Glancing down to the table the slave saw for the first time the piece of equipment that Big Steve had crafted for The Master,He picked it up and held it in his gloved hands before offering it up to the slave's neck.The heavy steel hinged shut and locked into place snugly about the slave's neck.He felt it's cold weight bearing down on his shoulders and he was surprised at just how heavy it was,he guessed that the steel was the best part of an inch thick,deliberately designed to be uncomfortable for him to wear.The Master moved behind him and he felt briefly the hard bulge of his cock through the leather as it brushed against him.
The Master now gathered his wrists and proceeded to lock them behind his back into the similarly heavy manacles that were attached to the collar by a steel shaft.Bolts were tightened and adjusted so that his arms were now locked behind him and totally immobilised.Now he was pushed to his knees before The Master.
Without being asked he leant forward and kissed the heavy leather bulge.He knew that his skilled lips could melt The Master into passion,he could never receive enough of the slave's mouth but on this occasion he pulled away.This could mean only one thing and the slave shuddered as he contemplated the fully equipped dungeon and torture chamber that lay just beneath their feet,approached from the hallway down a flight of steep stone steps.The Master picked up the leather single tailed whip from the table.
"Follow your Master slave" he intoned imperiously as he turned towards the door.the slave followed on his knees,his eyes locked on the tall form of his Master,his body encased in black leather and the coiled .single tail hanging from his right hand
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Master and Slave A Special Relationship
This blog is the story of a relationship from the initial contact in late August 2005,up to the present day.It is an unusual story of two men who were,and still are,married.It details the course of that relationship through some distinctly unconventional waters.
Although the protagonists are both male it isn't primarily a story about gay sex.Of course,given the nature of the story sex plays a large part,but it is about far more than that.More than anything it is about a growing relationship that becomes so strong between two people whose mutual attraction is such that their physical separation isn't enough to destroy it.
Lust plays a big part in it,but not so big that it overcomes the narrative and turns it into just another sex story.Where the story may seem strange to those unaware of the world of S&M is the degree to which the strength of the attraction is fuelled by the desire of one party to inflict physical pain and mental humiliation on the other.What may seem stranger still is the desire to receive such treatment by the slave.
Often the physical pain inflicted has been intense,sufficiently so to bring the slave to tears.While the slave sees this as a weakness in himself,something abhorrent that he must avoid at all costs and feels deep humiliation in when he gives in to it and is made to beg for mercy,The Master does not see it that way at all.
By subjecting his slave to such brutal treatment he is in fact expressing love for him.the slave's tears of pain and humiliation represent the slave's priceless gift to The Master.It is a gift that nobody else is capable of giving and,like anything that is fine and rare it's value is increased exponentially by it's scarcity and his willingness to endure excruciating pain for The Master's sublime pleasure represents the depth of his love for the one who owns him.
the slave's trust that he places in The Master is absolute.The Master may bind him with rope into positions that torture his muscles and threaten to tear his sinews.He may be locked into cold,unforgiving steel restraints that subject him to long hours of suffering.But even as that suffering reaches the depths of his personal abyss,the slave knows that he wants to go on.
Even though he may be hooded,in his minds eye he sees The Master,his image burned into the slave's brain.Those magnificent high black leather boots gleam from his labour of polishing them,their laces criss cross the gleaming shafts and are tied with bows at the knee.The skin tight black leather jeans bulge at the crotch and contain The Master's thick cock shaft that stretches the leather and shows the outline of the domed head.Although the slave cannot see this he knows it is there,hard and pleasurable because of the suffering he endures.He feels the touch of The Master's glove as he runs a leather tipped finger along the slave's shoulder blade.He knows that the shape of his body brings The Master to a raging erection and that the painful bondage that he endures sustains the erection indefinitely,often for hours.
In the back of his mind a small part of his brain tells the slave that he will be released,although he has no idea when the suffering will end he knows that when it does The Master will take him into his strong arms and comfort and protect him.his tears of pain and frustration will then be tenderly kissed away by The Master who has now become a lover.the slave returns the kisses and,as The Master's rampant cock is released from it's own confinement,his lips find the head and he tastes The Master's hot meat within his warm,wet mouth.
the slave feels it grow and jerk under his ministrations and he hears The Master's sighs of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he brings him closer to orgasm.The Master tugs on his leather leash that is connected to the sturdy leather collar that represents his ownership of the slave.the slave gasps for air and chokes as his throat is filled with the relentlessly thrusting cock,each stroke seemingly forcing deeper until,eventually he hears the cries of undiluted ecstasy and feels the splash of the first bolt of hot,thick spunk hit him.
As his orgasm begins to subside The Master's head falls back on the pillow as the slave greedily scoops the remnants of the stilloozing creamy spunk up with his tongue and swallows it.The pleasure that he has given is on a scale previously unknown to The Master.No other human being,either male or female has managed to bring the level of intensity combined with the feeling of personal closeness to the orgasm that the slave achieves.It is a rich and unique skill and every time the slave feels that first bolt of hot jiss burst into his mouth and course it's way down his throat to his belly he has the unique satisfaction of knowing that he has achieved that which no other can.
Now The Master's tongue finds his own and he feels the warm intensity that can only come from the knowledge that the one he loves feels an equal attraction to him.But he also knows that the love can be expressed just as well with the cruel leather whip that The Master loves to wield,cutting crimson tracks across his flesh,or the cold and unforgiving heavy steel fetters and manacles that can hold him frozen into a position of excruciating pain for as long as The Master chooses to leave him.Such is the strange and contradictory nature of S&M.
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