An Interesting Time of It

Last week, I thought that the new slaves were going to be history again.... so near, so far. After 729's interesting orgasm and return from subspace, he disappeared from contact for a while but has since resurfaced and relations appear to be back to normal. 483 vanished from the radar for a while after he'd received his tags in the post. Reality bites! This, together with his life at home conflicting with his desire to serve in the short window of opportunity that had existed here before the lodger returned resulted in some misgivings, but he too has been in contact and so things appear to be running as smoothly as they can. 058 has been in contact, and we have corresponded, so he too appears to be on line again.

So, with three bois more or less on the go at present, I am looking forward to a consolidation of the position and regular service. Two are away on holiday at the moment, and I want to arrange a meeting with the third in the very near future. So, we are on stream.

I hope.

One of the difficulties of arranging and keeping current this sort of relationship is the management of the initial encounter, coming as it does after a virtual reality into the real reality. Most bois fail at this stage. Make no mistake: it is not an easy thing to do, to place your trust in someone you have only heard or seen through a technological veil, insulating you from the demands of a real live Master, someone who wants to control you to please Him. Yet, that is why you made contact in the first place. So, it revolves around trust. Trust that you won't be hurt or scarred, trust that you will be treated well and sensibly.

And that's what it's all about: placing your trust in your Master.

729 COMES AGAIN

I am busy rebuilding a boat, and as such have developed a small workshop in what used to be the garage. I have a table saw, a band saw, a compound mitre saw ("chopsaw" in the parlance) a pillar drill, workbench, grinding wheel, and many hand tools. I also am always on the lookout for wood that I can recycle.

I spent some of My time over the seven weeks or so that I had off over the summer looking for slaves, but most of the time was spent restoring "Lucy", My 28' Morecambe Bay Prawner. She features in another blog which I sometimes write (like all My blogs!), and here is a photo of her when she was very much a going concern but needed lots of tender loving care.

About three years ago, she came up on the hard, and we started the process of demolition, leaving only the glassfibre hull - no, she's not an original, built in 1983 it is thought, and engine. New bulkheads were installed, and now the deck and house is about to be tackled. Three years' labour, which I hope will be rewarded sooner rather than later.

I took 729 down to the yacht club the other evening to show him the boat, to see if he'd be interested in getting involved with the project; to see if he had skills that could hasten the return of "Lucy" to the water. I am very pleased that his interest was sparked, and that he is able to wield a sander like a pro, as I was to discover later on that evening.

The night before, I had decided that I wanted to use 729 on a cross chair, and, not wanting to spend almost £100 buying one, decided to use the resources at My disposal described above to make one. I had seen a picture of one from of the sites which specialise in this type of equipment, and using this as a guide, set out to make My own.

I must have begun the process at ab0ut 1930 or so, but worked on until 0200 the next morning, a Friday. Needless to say, I was not a bright and sparkly individual at work that Friday. The building process was interrupted only by My using Skype for the first time to speak with the new boi, 483. We spoke for thirty minutes, a most rewarding and warm conversation; he was trying to come up to visit in the lodger-free window before Saturday, but that was unfortunately postponed because of his work commitments. So October is looking good for his interview and inspection.

I brought 729 back here and we continued work on the cross chair, finally finishing it at about 2200, after having had a break for tea - McDonald's, I shamefacedly admit! And then it was time to use it. And the cross chair. Both of them, in fact - the boi and the furniture.

When he'd arrived, I had him wear the harness, which he wore underneath his overall. We'd gone to the "Drive-Thru" with him wearing only the overall and harness, barefooted, and of course when we returned the overall came off and he was naked as slaves should be kept from that point on. I used the mask again. I used his stencil to mark his number on his body, and then he was secured to the chair. It worked beautifully. I started with some pegs, and then alternated between agony and ecstasy. I used some pegs in his groin area - now kept beautifully shaved as instructed - and both Master and slave enjoyed a little judicious foreplay.

729 had been instructed to remain chaste since Monday, so he was in a very cummable mood. The standing instruction is that he is not permitted to cum without permission, and so a pleasant hour was spent edging him. A buttplug was inserted, and eventually the permission he craved was given, and he had the most magnificent orgasm, an orgasm to make a Master very proud of his boi - and the boi knows why.

Much time was spent enjoying and working through that climactic moment, 729 in his Master's protective embrace, sharing secrets.

And then it was time to return to the vanilla world. I am very pleased to be training a beautiful, intelligent, artistic, but above all, a good, obedient boi who makes Me very happy indeed.

SLAVE 729'S FIRST BLOG POST

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Pumpkins and Incense
the beginning of a journey ( as it were)...
Slavery.... makes me wonder why people ever want freeing...
I have just been taken under the wing of a very kind, generous, and truly fascinating man.
Master J, spoke to me for the first time properly on the 29th Aug this year.. I had read his profile again and again, over the previous months... never daring to contact him..
We arranged to meet. Great. It was raining which meant that I would have to get a lift from my parents to get there.. lies lies and more lies... something I really can't abide.
Well, if they knew where I was really going, and what for, I think it would have caused far more trouble.
Better to tell a white lie eh..
I was so nervous before meeting this guy... i kept thinking "what the hell am I doing!? this guy could be a nutter...!?"
the only thing that I was focusing on, was the fact that his fellow had rang me earlier, been ever so kind and considerate, and understanding of my situation.
Surely he wouldn't be too bad.
We met, for a coffee. I was in awe of him.. He commanded the room we were in. He was intense, powerful, but such a kind man.
The way he commanded the conversation enthralled me..
I felt completely relaxed with him. Which I thought very odd, because normally, first meetings with anyone, I am a bit tense.
walking up the gate to his house.. I think I managed to feign a calm manner...
I don't know what I expected to be in that house...perhaps red lights.. stone floor, and black leather EVERYTHING...
Hardly... It was tastefully decorated, with a very familiar smell, of incense.. full of books, and instruments...
a violin with manuscript strewn on the dining table..
this man is an accomplished man...
After a tour of a VERY interesting house, we sat down in the living room, having a drink. I felt so comfortable and at ease.
Then, holding his glass, to one side, he smiled and said " lose the clothes.."
My heart did a somersault, and I did exactly what he said... god.. it felt so good..
Him just sat there, one leg casual across the other, glass in hand... eyes smiling.. and we just undressing for his amusement.. for his inspection..
it was in this small act that i knew that this was the right thing for me...
In putting a dog collar around my neck.. I became hard... this was it.. that was the symbol of my status...He, the master, I his dog.. he wanted me as his pet.. and I was willing to play that role for him..
I was ready for the night ahead. And I wanted nothing but to please this man.. in any way I could.
Upon being tied up, I would have started to become panicky I think. However, My master was kind and spoke to me, which was reassuring..
Do not get me wrong, this guy was no push over.. Things had to be done his way and naturally, of course, I loved that aspect.
I think this need for serving people and pleasing them stems from being a swat at school... I always used to get off too much on being called a Good boy..
The whole evening consisted on me trying out new things. Being bound was one of my favourites.. especially when my master was teasing my cock...
there was so escape from the intense pleasure of it.. I couldn't move.. all i could do was enjoy it.. i was writhing.. pulling at my shackles.. It was pleasure like I had never experienced it before...
Of course.. I was to find out that there is no pleasure without pain. Being clamped and pegged, and whipped... hurt.. but it wasn't unbearable.
It made me sting, but feeling Masters warm hands rubbing my body just made it all better again..
frottage.. of course.. is splendid.
Especially when blindfolded, every sense heightened... his touch firm, and warm...gave me goosebumps..
Overall, what a way to start !
This I am hoping is going to be a long and splendid journey with my new Master.
I cannot wait to get more nitty gritty with the things we do. Being humiliated and fucked, I hope will be part of the next steps.
Also, more about me serving my master..I would love to be able to deep throat him.
I have been given the task this week of " not touching what doesn't belong to me.."
It will be bad for a 19 yo lad not to wank for a week...
But I will obey, as I'm sure as eggs are eggs, he'll know if I don't and I will have to pay for my disobedience
:)

729 SERVES AND DOES VERY WELL

Capitalising on the temporary lodger-free status I had the new boi, 729, come over so that I could have a good look at My new property. We met, went for coffee, then came back here and discussed his training and what he wanted to get out of it. All of this was done on furniture, but then I had him lose his clothing, and then I collared him at My feet. In addition to the very obvious training collar, I had punched a tag for him to wear, so gave him this too. I am pleased to relate that he has subsequently reported that wears his tags with pride.

And then the training started.

So far, he has learned the significance of Me clicking My fingers, and he was keen to obey. I am very happy with this boi. he is eager to please, and good-natured as well. We went upstairs, and then had a little look at the bondage board. Some exploratory work with ropes and pegs and ballweights, and the whole thing came to a sticky end, which was wonderful.

I decided to shave him, as can be seen in the picture above. I have had him start his blog, and he will be a contributor here. We discussed the intellectual aspects of this form of sex, and all too soon we were on the way to drop him off in the rain, and I drove home with a song in My heart and on My lips.

A perfect evening!