A Welcome Blast from the Past

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An Interesting Development

Remember the slave who was to be transferred to My ownership, the one who was apparently owned by another Master and who was going to be Mine?  The one who had immense difficulty in communicating?  And who eventually vanished off the face of the planet?

he's back.

This time, he is using the first part of the slave register number I made him get.  To Me, he was 598, but I have just seen a recon profile called "ninesixeight".  his full slave register number is 968-596-598.  The picture is new.  Go and have a look: I would say that this person and 598 are one and the same.  If they are, then you are looking at a poor time-waster.

To be honest, I began to have My suspicions about this boi when we were (or weren't able to) talking.  There were inconsistencies in the story, and then the whole thing sort of fell apart.

I don't bear any of these people any rancour, really.  I know that it is a thrill to be in communication with a Master, a sort of emotional edging.  I think it sad that they are drawn to the lifestyle like moths to a flame.  I have recently had a few such.  All they really have to do is allow themselves to experience life as they fantasise.  One weekend is not too difficult to manage.  And who knows? They might quite like the daringness of it all, and come back for more.

It is just an awful waste of time that could be better spent doing something else more productive.  Like living.

On a more positive note, more contacts are being made; more chats being had.  Sooner or later the boi will arrive.  I had some very good feedback from a boi in Berlin: thanks, Patrick!

December Irons in the Fire

As has become now regular, My activity peaks when I am on leave.  I am usually very busy when working so don't have the time that I have now to actively seek a suitable slave to serve Me.  I have been speaking to RealLifeSlave and following his blog, and it seems to Me that this is a boi who has a keen desire to serve, and so I am chatting with a view to ownership in the fullness of time.  We share the same views, but of course time will tell.

The boi 759 is doing very well.  he is now under consideration, and has implemented the essential aspects of My control into his life.  he too has a strong craving to serve a Master, and he needs control in his life.  I have him keeping a diary as well as a slave journal, and soon will issue him with a weekly programme which he will follow, based largely on his movements as reported.  he already has an hour of reflection each day in which he makes entries into his journal and writes his diary.  he is greeting Me every morning, and he is being available for instruction and chatting every night.  he is an older slave (at 42), and as such is prone to insecurities about the physicality of the arrangement: will his Master find him attractive?  That is a difficult one to answer as I tend not to go for the older man, but what is attractive to Me is his desire to serve.  I intend locking him in chastity and using him around the house.  I gave him a very nice Xmas present, and he was most grateful for it.  Of all the bois I have been chatting to, he is the one who shows the most promise, mainly because he has a very strong desire to serve Me.  Sod's Law dictates that he is, of course, in Scotland.  he is also not too flush financially, and elements of control have had to be applied in that respect as well.

The Australian in Cambridge has asked to postpone our meeting due to work.  I am hopeful that we will meet in the new year.

There is another boi off slaveboys that I am chatting to as well, who lives near Birmingham.

Kitt (formerly 755) has been a rock.  He and I have started chatting again, and it is good to see that he has found direction again.  He was supposed to pop up the other day, but I was forced to postpone due to work.  Then, when it was tantalisingly possible, the weather interfered.  So I am looking forward to his visit soonish.  I have spent the last few weekends between the (two) boats and the creation of the new room in the house, which has been finished.  I now need to construct a bed, and then to move down there.  The advantage is that the new room is close to the cell, and that whole space becomes more private, especially when there is lodger around.  Effectively, I will take over the whole of the downstairs.

The other complication has been the presence of a lodger.  Usually, My lodgers are away for weekends, which provides Me with space for fun time.  I had 153 pop over for the Blackpool "Collared", which would have been better spent using him rather than going there.  I know for next time.

There is an Asian man in Preston with whom I am having early talks, so we'll see.

On the whole, the two bois most promising from a slave heart point of view for full-time ownership are 759 and RealLifeSlave.

December!

It has been a little while since last posting, and the usual vast torrent of water has passed beneath the bridge.

755 had been in contact, and one of the things he'd said in response to My still not finding a slave really struck a chord: "you are too nice".  I have spent some time in reflection; it is not often that epiphanies happen, so sometimes One must stop and take stock.

I have reviewed the bois that I have used and My own relationship with 325, and, on the face of it I think that 755 has hit the nail on the head.  Most people out there don't want to be securely owned, they want to be harshly owned.  My needs and lifestyle are both simple and complex.  I require a boi who wants to be controlled, but who is also capable of independence within set parameters; a boi who is low maintenance but who is instantly available on request.  I have made the point before that owning a slave is like owning a human pet, but with the added va-va-voom that a slave brings to the household.  Fancy training the cat to sweep the floor and suck your cock!  That is not really a goer, is it?

Generally speaking, I have been very lucky with the bois I have had the opportunity to number and to use.  They have been, without exception, nice people whose company and service I have enjoyed.  I was devastated when 325 left, and his departure from My service made Me realise how important owning a slave is to Me.  At the time, when I was still in something of a limbo situation, the-boi said that it was always going to happen.   "The first kink relationship", he said, "is like the first vanilla one: it is doomed to failure because it is a learning curve for both Master and slave."  I would have like to have owned 990, but there too I think he was looking for a harder Master, not Captain Reasonable.

I have been talking to several people since the last blog posting; one arranged to meet last weekend but did not show up.  Indeed, in our yahoo chats I'd said to him several times that he sounded too good to be true (and so it proved to be, another wanker).  There is a Scottish slave I am considering at the moment.  he is an older man, but he has been well-trained.  There is the possibility that I am fishing in the wrong pool, and perhaps need to start looking at older people.  I am going to experiment with this slave and see how things go.

There is another slave in London that has attracted My attention.  he seems to be everything I am looking for in a boi.  I like his philosophy, and it is evident to Me that he has put much thought into what he wants in a Master and how he wishes to be of service.  he is 28, and given My desire to explore older bois, 28 is just about right: approaching thirty, knowing what he wants to experience, and ready to put thought into action.  he has a blog on here, and I have been following it with interest.  Several aspects of our chats have pushed the right buttons for Me: no haste; a desire to get to know Me first, and Me him; a willingness to discuss and articulate and communicate; intelligence; a healthy scepticism (born of experience, I imagine) of wannabe masters.  And so the chatting continues.  

The third option is a boi in Cambridge, also 28, who has had life experience and who is interested in service.  The intention is that he comes up and serves soon, and we see how things go.

In chatting to all of these potentials, I am constantly forced to reevaluate My needs as a Master and what I want out of a slave.  I have looked back at the experience with 325 and found that much of it was very positive for Me.  I have noted that every so often makes a comment which indicates that he has not felt it to be as positive an experience, but nevertheless I am glad that he has found a new Master with whom he is happy.  I find it ironic that My 325 and 302 have gone on to become another's bois, when I introduced these two to each other.  I was obviously not suited to them, which is another reason that I want bois with more life experience; bois who want a settled existence.

Tonight is "Collared" in Blackpool, and I am taking 153 there.  I want to use him on the electro table, and I want to mingle a little.  I am not a great scene person, but it might be fun.  And one never knows who might be there. 

Gosh, that was quick!

980 freshly shaved at Master's instruction

The boi I mentioned in yesterday's blog, the one new to the whole scene and the country, has decided that he is too resistant to the concept of voluntary servitude, and has asked to be released from obligation.  I have agreed to this, rather hoping that his period of consideration would have included at least a visit.  :S Nevertheless, he has done the right thing, because as others have found out, it is better to leave a situation that is not for you than to stay in it.

Yesterday, I made sure that he shaved, and I also wanted him to experience a ritual humiliation - both as an experience, and also as a bit of fun.  So I allowed him to cum into a piece of the underwear he now had no use for, and instructed him to make sure to put it into his pocket, so that the semen smell would be with him throughout the day.  Just like with a previous slave, he himself would be conscious of the smell, but no one else around him would register what that faint smell really was.  Suffice it to say, he was obedient and he sent Me a picture of himself cumming as required.  This was evidence of his having performed the task.

he spent the day taking a long walk, and he also put in some job applications.  he was is a reasonably good mood when we chatted, but he had one request of Me: manumission.  So, because this whole deal is consensual, I agreed and gave him his freedom back.  I hope he finds what he is looking for, also I hope he is happy in what he does.  I can only wish him the best of luck and should he want to take up where we left off, he's more than welcome to do so.

980 cumming as required

As far as the second of the two discussed yesterday is concerned, I received an email from his owner essentially agreeing to My ownership of the boi, and discussing the logistics of the transfer.  His Master, James, did suggest that I have the boi tattooed or pierced at the earliest opportunity to demonstrate My ownership, so I replied that I was going to have the boi's barcode and number marked on his right buttock on the Saturday of the first weekend he comes up.  I am tempted to also put the owned symbol at the nape of his neck, but we shall see what happens when he arrives.  I have told James that I will arrange an appointment with the tattooist for the Saturday morning.  He is now arranging the logistics of contact with the new boi.

I also noticed that a boi whose blog I have been following for years and whom I have recommended to many potential, would-be slaves, namely slave tim (http://www.blogger.com/subdiscourse) has become a follower of My blog. Welcome, tim.

And lastly, but not least: yesterday after posting I went down to the Creek and wrote cheques to the tune of £12,500 and gave them to the owner of Laxey Gander, soon to become Starling.


You win some, you lose some.

High Blood Pressure and slaves

Just after returning from Liverpool on Tuesday evening, I had a bit of a wobble and ended up in A&E at the Blackpool Vic.  I thought I was about to have a heart attack!  It transpires that, after work insisting that I  make an appointment with and go and see the GP the next day, I have high blood pressure.  Now, to be fair to them, I have known this but did not realise that it was quite as dire as it has become.  As a result, I have been booked off work since then, and I am due to return on Monday.  I am assured that medication is available, and that this is all largely stress-related.

980 licking off his cum at his Master's command

The time off work has been good.  I have been tired, and so I have rested a lot.  And there have been quite a few things happening in recent weeks which has exacerbated the situation, some of which have featured in this blog.  It has been a period of productive rest, however.  I have made contact with two new potential slaves, one of whom has taken a number (980), and the other who I will take over from another Master who is out of the country.  

980 is a new arrival to London from Eastern Europe who has used his change of normality to explore the lifestyle as a consensual slave.  At this moment, he is unsure of exactly what it is he wants to do, but he has decided to try the lifestyle out to see where it leads him.  he is following the usual path, has a number and is now in chastity for a week and he is keeping a slave journal.  he is under instruction to make contact daily by text message, and as it only really kicked off yesterday, his progress will be monitored.  So far, it must be said, he has exhibited only positive qualities that will make him a good slave.

The slave who is on offer is from the southwest, and he is currently living under the rules of another master.  I have read these rules, and they are very much how I prefer.  The slave is able to live its life under the control of the Master, but not micromanaged by him.  Of particular interest is a pre-agreement for marking and piercing, which I think is really essential.  I have already discussed tattooing him with his Master, assuming that the slave becomes a fully-owned boi.  Just like 325, he will eventually have the owned mark on the back of his neck below the tee shirt line, and also his bar code and number on his right buttock.  I will also have his nipple and penis pierced in time, too.  I have yet to see pictures of this slave's genitals, but suffice it to say that what I like most about this boi is that he is already following a regime that I approve of, and that he is also already keeping a blog, both of which demonstrate his commitment to the lifestyle; again - positive qualities.

There is a third boi floating in the wings; someone from London.  he has been in contact for a few weeks, and we chatted for the first time last night.  he too shows promise.  he has been owned before, and he wants more of the same.  Our conversation was interrupted by someone in his house arriving, but there will be more of this boi in time.

And then there's 153: we made contact last week, and a session date is to be arranged.  My lodger's boyfriend is back at sea, and I thought he'd be home for the next four weekends but he vanished last night, away for the weekend somewhere.  So there is a possibility of seeing a boi one of these weekends that M's boyfriend is away, which is also good.

The "For Sale" sign has come down off the boat.  I gave the boatbuilder a cheque for some money on Wednesday, and today I must give the owner some more.  I will be spending some time there this morning, and I think that the quarter berth will be the perfect little hole for a slave to be kept in when we are in the boat.  It means that the boi is close by, yet has a cubby-hole of his own.  I am very much looking forward to taking ownership of both!

And finally, I succumbed to the delights of Apple.  After years of dithering, I actually took the plunge.  On Thursday evening we drove to the Trafford Centre, and I bought a MacBook Pro.  And, like the other Mac will have it, "I'm loving it!".

Interests and New Things

Yesterday was not a day to blog, it was a day to do business.  Catching up on the chores of the week, I set about making the time I spent waiting for the courier useful.  I did the laundry, gathered together the garbage that needed taking to the tip, and waited.  He arrived, we transacted business, and as a result I am now in a position to buy the new boat, a 29'06" Tamarisk gaff cutter.  I had been waiting for two days for him to arrive, because I'd had to go to Glasgow to see what the College there had to offer.

I enjoyed Glasgow very much.  I stayed in a guest house that was low on the salubrious scale, but it was adequate for My needs.  I left on Thursday evening, on the 1727 train.  It was quite exciting, travelling to somewhere new, even if it was on a packed train.  Fortunately, most of the people on the train disembarked at Lancaster, so I was able to get on with checking an exam paper I am giving students tomorrow.  The thing I enjoyed most about Glasgow was that "city" feeling.  I'd forgotten the buzz that a city has, and how people throng the streets after dark.  There was the usual assortment of them, ranging from those with a purpose (locals, gainfully employed) to those wandering aimlessly (the homeless, Me).  Young, older, ancient.  I loved the crowd.  I ate in an Italian restaurant, and the food was satisfactory.  Very salty in places, and laden with cream and cheese for the most part, but tasty and almost exotic in a sense.  My local Italian, Pulcinella's, is better.  I returned to the guest house and finished the presentation I'd started cobbling together in the train before going to sleep.

The interview I thought, went very well.  They would be foolish not to employ Me, but realistically, why would I exchange one FE college for another?  I liked the building, I liked the people, I liked the city, and I also liked the possibility of working there for half the year and using the other half to finish Lucy (or going to sea in a tall ship, or whatever).  If they offer Me the job, I am going to politely refuse it.

I returned home on the Friday, and then life continued.  I came online after a very nice day in which G and I went into Blackpool and did things.  I needed to put money into accounts and generally care-take.  We went to the butcher in South Shore - well, I did, G went to Cash Converters to browse, and I popped across the road to the Army/Navy place to see if they had peajackets in stock.  They hadn't.  We then went down to the yacht club, then on to the new boat.  Financial matters were addressed, and then we went for a drive.  As I drove away, I couldn't help noticing the feeling of being responsible for a vessel again.  There are big tides at the moment, and I was suddenly thinking about how the new boat would cope with these tides.  Of course, she has been doing  so for over a year in the same spot, no reason that the current situation is going to affect her differently now, but, like owning a slave, One is suddenly aware of the responsibility and duty of care.

We drove to the Stork, near Lancaster, where we had an enjoyable lunch.  He donated some money to the RSPB by buying some bird badges.  Of the three on offer, I chose the starling.  I liked the pretty enamelled badge with the hidden colours in the black, just like a real starling.  The boat had a new name.  She was going to be called Starling.  For years I was going to name a boat Star, because I liked the possibilities that the name offered, but Starling is much better.  Pretty little birds that travel long distances, successful travellers.  Nice name for a boat - and also more original than most.  She is currently Laxey Gander, but I think it is the right time to change her name.

Home, to build the last of the ballast boxes for Lucy, and then I finished the book I'd started in Glasgow, and then the internet to see who was online and what was on offer.

I had some interest in My profile, and chatted with three interesting people.  As a result, I now have a new slave under consideration.  Welcome to slave 855, funnily enough from the Glasgow area.  he is 26, fat, and shows promise - but it is early still.  he is a graduate, and from what he says he is a natural born slave who wants the opportunity to serve, so I have put him under consideration.  More about him later.  The second boi is from Brighton, and he is older.  he is 38, and after My most recent experiences with younger bois, he could well be the way to go.  he is in good shape, wants firm control and so is a possibility.  The third boi is in Birmingham, but we just chatted.

While chatting to these bois, I have noticed a change in the way that I relate to them now.  I have had so many of these conversations that I am hardening, which is good.  bois are there to serve.  That is the correct order of things.  I, a naturally nice guy, often forget that and have the tendency to be too nice to slaves.  The fact that I realise this is a good thing, because it means that the slave is not confused by what appear to be conflicting signals.  It is true that I am very affectionate, and that I enjoy displaying that affection to a slave - but there are times to do so.  And I use the affection as a control tool.  The regime is hardening too.  No longer will a slave eat with Me, but on the floor from a bowl.  Not like a dog - if I'd wanted a dog, I'd own one.  The slave's place is the floor, so he can sit there naked and eat his meal after he has attended to My needs.  

Obsessions

For some time now, I have been very much obsessed by the thought of living in a boat - ask anyone who knows Me!  That is about to become a reality.  I have decided to buy a (another) boat in Skippool Creek, and to move in.  This does not mean that I cannot own a boi, on the contrary, it means I can have a captive crew who can be trained in the art of sailing a gaff-rigged cutter.  This also means that the successful boi must be fairly adventurous.

I have spent much of My life doing, to use that ubiquitous and loathsome phrase, "The Right Thing To Do", in that I have bought and sold three houses in various continents and with various degrees of commitment - when I should have bought boats.  The marine environment is an inescapable part of who I am, and it brings out the ascetic in Me.  Living on a small boat (30') means condensing one's life into the basic essentials.  It also means distilling the Total Power Exchange into its essentials as well.  So it is an experience I am approaching with some trepidation, but also with the heady thought of freedom from the mundane.  It is My intention to finish the Lucy project and to sell her once she is fully rebuilt, so the move to the boat means that the house is going to be let to students.

I will keep the workshop and make the minor changes necessary to make the house self-funding.  I want to spend the remainder of this term preparing the house for tenants and slimming down My possessions.  I have looked at the funding options online, but am about to approach the Bank of Mum first.  Obviously, it will be a financial transaction where I hope to save some interest by offering her double what she'd get in a bank, but I might well have to resort to the finance houses.

I am still looking for a slave.  Another obsession.  I have been approached by bois on recon, but all too often these bois are looking for masturbation material rather than being true slaves.

After 325 left My service I was told by an experienced player that it was doomed to failure because it was, like most first time relationships, riven with mistakes on both sides.  I like to think that I have taken on board the lessons of that happy time and incorporated some of them into My dealings with bois that followed.  I am learning all the time and I am grateful to 325 for that.  I look at his blog frequently to see how he is getting on, and I am very glad that he is restabilising in Lincoln.  he is a fine slave, and will make a master very happy.  I was very happy with his service.

I had a brief chat with 990 who has now found a Master on the Continent.  I am reluctant to lose him as a boi, but he must do what he feels is good for him, and I hope he finds his happiness.  he said that he was sure I'd find the perfect slave, but I suspect I am too off the wall sometimes [like the boat project :)] for most!  Still, there is a slave out there who wants a Master, and sooner or later our paths will cross.

Last Saturday

Last Saturday was the day after Friday, and as I had just been away with the cadets for a virtual weekend (the latest version of their training camping weekend comprising Wednesday, Thursday and Friday) I was quite tired. I contemplated making an effort as I lay in My bed, enjoying the solitude and the comfort of the Saturday lie-in, enjoying thoughts of how pleasant it would be to summon a slave from the foot of the bed to come and pleasure Me - sadly not available at the moment - and I decided to forgo the pleasure of scribbling something in these pages and start the day instead.  Which is a bit of a shame, as it would have been good to have written something to keep the Saturday blog live.  But I am making up for it, only three days later.  

I was invited by 325 (now called pigboi) to comment on his blog if, as and when I saw fit to do so - which was a cheerful thought.  I remarked the last time I'd blogged that I was quite pleased to find his blog, and also to see that he was blogging for the fun of it, as well as for himself and a record of his experiences.  I still think so, and I also think that it is a good, reflective practice to have.  It is almost a meditation.  At one time in My life, I used to get up at 0400, and then, being influenced by Sheila Cameron's "The Artist's Way", I'd sit and write three pages of stream of consciousness writing.  It was a stimulus to artistic endeavour and creativity, and the other day I found My journals and spent some time rereading them.  It is interesting to see how much has changed, and also how little things have changed!

I use this blog to express Myself as well as to communicate with slaves.  I have recently admitted another reader, and I am tempted to throw it open to the general public.  What stops Me is that some of the material that has been discussed here is quite personal which I don't mind sharing with people of a similar disposition, but am not sure that I want to be completely free for the general public out there to access.

I received a text message over the virtual weekend from the boi 153 (that's the sub nearby who came to serve one afternoon last month, and whom I'd like to see again pretty soon), who was wanting to pop over.  As luck would have it, I was in the Lake District and so was unavailable.  I have of course had the usual short chats with people over the internet, and although I am now advertising for a houseboi on recon and also slaveboys, there have been no enquiries of late.

There is a boi in the wings, however.  he lives a few blocks away, and although I am loath to defecate on My own doorstep as it were, he does sound interesting.  Perhaps some pictures will appear after the first available weekend...

Regular Posting

Last week I was looking at Ben in Leatherland's blog, and thinking that he had the right idea.  He is trying to post once a week, to make the blog more of a regular feature in what is becoming a busy life, and I am generally very much in the same position.  I lead an extremely busy life, mostly of My own making - why else do I need a slave in My life?  So, this time last week found Me finishing the paper and thinking about making a post, keeping the world out there informed.

Several things have come to pass: 990 wants to be friends, not to be owned by Me.  There was a glimmer of interest in a boi whose credentials were suspect (he said he'd videoed his cumshot, but I am not sure it was him, and there was the usual - cam doesn't work, can't be online, yada yada yada fading into timewasterish bullshit excuses), Mother and husband are visiting, work starting, very stressful time, and so on.  I also discovered 325's blog.  he is now pigboi, and I found it interesting reading.  I am also glad he is putting his thoughts on virtual paper, because it will benefit him in the long run.  There is a boi who is literally over the road from Me (well, two roads or so), and who wants to be a slave.  he says he's 18, but I won't really want to do anything with anyone younger than that: the more I look at people, the more I realise that My preferred age group range has moved from 25 to 35 - people who want to be full time slaves and live the lifestyle.  More people have asked to follow the blog, so I welcome these readers.

So, there's the Saturday posting.  Short and sweet.

September

One of the things I really like doing is lying in My bed on a Saturday morning, wasting the morning.  I enjoy the bliss of reading the paper and drinking coffee in the warmth, security and silence of My bed on a Saturday.  Sometimes, like today, I flash up the computer and then feel compelled to say something on the blog.  It is September, and also the start of work again after the summer break.

I returned to work on Wednesday, and have had a frustrating time of it.  This was not only because I was very much still in holiday mode, but also because much of the three remaining days of this week were taken up in meetings and the like, when I could have been preparing for the arrival of the students I am due to teach this term.   I am already feeling that I have begun to tread the stress treadmill, and classes only start on Monday!

This is mainly because there is no planning in place to deal with what I have to do over the next fourteen weeks, and so it becomes a game of catchup.  

153 on the chair after doing domestic chores

153 hanging washing

I spent the last day of August with the sub tim, whose slave number is 153.  As had been reported in the blog before, we had several unsuccessful attempts at meeting but this was finally achieved on Tuesday.  I found him to be very obedient and also very much aroused at the thought of service, and so I collared him and had him do several domestic chores that needed taking care of before work started.  Hoovering needed to be done, and also some clearing up of clutter.  Since making the slave space, I have had a table piled high with stuff that came out from beneath the stairs, and this needed sorting.  Much of it was old correspondence, and so this boi spent some of his time here shredding papers to make papier mache.  My preferred way of dealing with junk mail and old newspapers is now to make papier mache bricks to use as fuel for the stove, and I thought it apt that the boi was instrumental in making the fuel that would keep him warm while serving naked over the winter.  Today the weather is good, so I shall probably spend some time squeezing the water out of the now fully-soaked paper and make some bricks for drying.  Of course, I need a live in slave to do this for Me, but in time this will happen.

Without a doubt, one of the best things about owning a full time slave is that feeling of coming home to a clean, uncluttered, well-managed home.  325 excelled in making My house a good space for Me, freeing Me up to concentrate on more important things, like the boat, various DIY projects, and of course work.  A good slave is worth his weight in gold.

As a reward for his work, I secured him to the bondage chair, and then played a bit with some sensations.  I used only two pegs, because I know he is a "pain wuss", as he said.  I spent some time edging him, and then enjoyed watching him finally cum.  So it was a good introductory session, and I felt that the three hours that he spent here were enjoyed by us both.  I like having a naked slave on the premises, and I also like having chores done around the house. 

The house is going to fill up very shortly: I am expecting My lodger to return towards the end of the month, and then My mother and her husband are arriving for a brief stay.  Their arrival coincides with the monthly Collared in Blackpool, which is very inconvenient as I want to take 990 there this time to let him experience a violet wand.  This might have to be postponed to the October Collared, which I am not happy about - but arrangements, once made, can't really be changed for visitors from South Africa (they have, after all, travelled six thousand miles to stay). 

The lodger will be returning for about six months, but he is the best type of guest: he goes home over weekends, so the house is free for slaves to visit over weekends, which is a happy arrangement for Me.  I get to have My cake and eat it, and so that means that the training of 990 will continue.  I have had time to reflect, and also to chat with him about his experience here.  I am now going to take more control of his day when he is away from Me, and then when here there is going to be more ritualisation of the day in service.  

I have blogged before about the importance of having a timetable which sets out the routine for a slave, which is only really practicable for a full-time boi.  I have decided to implement a weekend timetable for 990 which will include some relaxational time for him.  My Saturday recreation of paper and coffee in bed will remain the  same; his Saturday morning will be different.  Service is his recreation.  After discussing the virtual weekend, it is clear to Me that this boi needs a programme to follow, mainly so that he knows he is constantly under control.  It is because of this that I am now going to introduce reporting in times to his remote life, adding to the morning greeting text message.  I know that his life is also going to become busy with the start of the new term, and so things will be tailored to take account of this.  It is important to Me that I know what he is doing, and also that permission is sought for deviations from the norm.

990 has gone to Berlin with friends, and in the meantime two new additions to the bondage equipment have arrived.  I had decided to buy an anal hook some time ago, and given the desire for 990 and 153's faces to be kept anonymous, I thought that attaching a hook to the hood might provide Me with some sport.  The other device which I think 990 will find much more comfortable (I test-drove it when it arrived, to see if it would be more comfortable than the cb) is the new birdlocked chastity device.  Of the two, I think that the birdlocked is the easier to wear, and so he is going to have it fitted when he arrives next time.

I find Myself thinking of him often.

The problem with lazy Saturdays online is that people want to chat!  So, off I go to chat!

990 - 3

The remainder of the second evening was spent in domesticity before the fire.  

The next day, an arrangement had been made for him to meet the-boi, a well-known career slave whose acquaintance I wanted him to make, and who is now in service to a couple in here in Blackpool.  Given that the-boi  had been a slave for many years (he's now a ripe old 32!) and had had the experience of serving many masters, I wanted My boi to be in a position where he could ask for advice should it come to it in the future.  Several coffees were drunk, and it was felt that the meeting was rewarding.

990 in the first position.

990 in the second position

We returned home to try out some new positions using the leather arm restraints, and he was put in the stress positions shown.  I thought I'd make it a little more interesting by attaching a loudly ticking clock, the idea being that he'd be aware of the passage of time, but this was not as successful as I'd hoped.  The positions were a good start, and will be developed further.

While he was stretched out, I contacted  729 and made arrangements for them to spend the evening together.  It was suggested that a scene be arranged, but that was vetoed because of the planning requirement - and anyway,  as the weekend had now been extended by a day, I wanted to spend the last evening with 990.  I showed him the tram, and explained how to meet the other slave, and then left them to their own devices.  he was required to return by midnight, and so I went out for a good meal and returned to spend some time in front of the fire.  he returned in good time, and so was able to be used as a footstool and also have some cbt practised on him.  It was at this juncture that it was apparent that more training would be required in some respects, but the boi performed very well before being put to bed.

The last day was always going to be slow and lazy, except that he was up and about before Me, making and fetching Me coffee before being invited up into My bed.  I'd intended to do some boatwork, but there were things that needed doing.  he had to provide pictures for his keyholder, and so we spent some time doing that, as well as buying hardware for the boat.  The rain had started, so I cancelled all the workplans and took him for fish and chips.

he paid.

Before long, I had unlocked the collar, and he waved from inside the train as it took him away from Me.

I am very happy that I met this boi, and like him very much.  So let's see what the future brings.

990 - 2

990 making friends with the other owned property in the house, in this case FatCat.

After having had the experience of owning a slave, I wanted 990 to have the experience of being an owned slave.  So, after collaring him on arrival - and letting him watch as his chain was cut to fit while he stood naked in My workshop to emphasise the personal nature of this relationship, I let him be: I let him exist as an owned boi in the domain and service of his Master.

All the usual rules were in force: no funiture, asking permission, no money, no communications with the outside world, being naked, and so on.  Food was made and eaten - having had no experience of this boi's domestic ability, I cooked and he cleaned up after, and then I set to finishing the slave space.  Much of the first night was about setting the scene and establishing what was to become a positive outcome, and I had him write a list of objectives that he wanted to achieve from this "weekend".  I was pleased to see how our objectives aligned.

The boi settled in quite quickly, showing evidence of previous training and also a desire to surrender to My control.  I used the first evening essentially as a negotiation of what degree of control would be exercised.  I am, I think, a very reasonable Master, and I wanted this boi to enjoy his servitude.  We discussed some of the things he'd like to try, and I decided to implement some of them.  We agreed that there was a significant difference between the fantasy and the reality, and so some sort of middle ground was going to be trod.

The bedding was made at the foot of the bed, and the slave and his Master settled in for the first night.

The slave had been instructed on how the coffee was to be made, and once he was woken the next morning, it only took eight minutes for him to realise his duty and then he was up and away, groggily getting to his feet and going downstairs, returning a short while later with a brew.  I invited him into My bed.  If 325 is reading this, he'll relate.

The slave was shown the boat, and some painting was done.  he behaved well when colleagues and other boatowners popped their heads into the shed to chat, continuing with his assigned task, not interfering with the business of his Master and  the Free Men.  he needed to be corrected once or twice, to be shown exactly what needed to be done, but on the whole, he performed well, to My entire satisfaction.

The work at the boat had to come to a rapid halt, because I had arranged a scene with 729 for that day.  It had come about because I'd previously arranged to meet the sub tim, but due to a communications and timing gremlin (the timing being My fault entirely) it seemed unlikely to happen, so I called up 729 to serve and give the boi the experience of serving with another slave.  We fetched 729 from the rendezvous, and I was very happy to see that they were going to get along just fine!  They both became naked once indoors, and suddenly bois were doing things at My command.  I was also able to observe the differences between the bois' characters, and to see how well-trained 729 was when compared to 990.  One of the lessons that 990 needs to learn is to be neat and tidy, and he had already been introduced to the punishment paddle.  It hurts. And it works on the one, two, three principle.

In position for playing "Battleships"

The bois were put into the slave space, and there made up some peg zippers which I wanted to use on 729.  I had decided to play "Battleships" with them, each boi being gridded and calling out a grid reference which would be used to identify a location to peg on the other.  They were secured on the deck back-to-back, arms and ankles secured - the former being suspended from the pergola arrangement.  What made this game special is that the bois' fun could easily be overheard by the neighbours, but I think that these thoughts were soon the least of their immediate concerns.

After some fun with pegs, they were led inside and taken to the sofa where 990 experienced something new - which he discovered he did not really like, but I think that he could be trained to enjoy given time and patience.  he had already found the very real difference between fun and fact that morning when we woke up, so here too was another little Rubicon.

729 and 990 chained in the slave space, afterwards.

729 was allowed to cum so that 990 could learn, and soon both bois were left to come down together in the slave space.  990 is under a strict chastity control, so he had merely been edged and kept firmly from a sticky end.

990 was given some time off and a task to do, while I took 729 home.  I returned home to find the task done, and tea rounded off the evening, followed by domestic time in front of the telly.  The fire was lit, and a snug evening in the stove's warm glow followed.

Reviewing the day's events, he reported that he'd very much enjoyed meeting and serving with 729.  It had been a day of new things, starting with the first piss of the day, ending with the domesticity of the hearth, in which had been included the paddle, the bouzouki, the cats, the boat, and the mundane, everyday life of service to his Master.  The slave had performed well, and I was very pleased with him, indeed.

990 - 1

As previously reported in this blog, I had made contact with a slave from Scotland who was interested in coming down for a (virtual) weekend, by which I mean Tuesday through Thursday rather than the more conventional Friday through Sunday.

I was not quite sure of how to take the Scot.  his slave number ends in 990, and as I do with all the bois, he has become that.  We hadn't really spoken as much as I had with others, nor as in depth, but as My leave was ending soon and spare, uncluttered time to meet was going to be in short supply, I decided to invite him down.  Timing was, as ever, fraught - I had not finished the slave space beneath the stairs - the cell - yet, and so it looked like another race to get things done before the boi arrived - echoes of 729 and the rush to build the bondage chair spring to mind.  The space was made ready, the door hung - and taken off to do some last-minute planing so that it would be able to yawn open invitingly - and rehung and replaned before being finally hung again (obviously this is the most well-hung cell door in the area) and left in place so that it could be leaned upon and admired. 

The boi arrived the next day, which coincided with G's almost spiral into depression - so My attention was stretched in all directions while trying to prepare for 990's arrival.  Fortunately I was able to arrange matters so that some housework could be done, G attended to and comforted and set on the right road, money extracted from an unwilling machine, to be at the railway station in time.  I was not there long before his train hove into sight, and soon I was walking next to this really gorgeous and strikingly thoroughly nice man.  he looked much better than the photograph he'd sent, and so I found Myself sneaking surreptitious glances at this slave, admiring his beauty.

As is always the case, I took him to a nearby coffee shop for both of us to appraise each other and to decide whether he was going to return to Fleetwood with Me, or to Edinburgh by the next train.  he'd already indicated that he was not going back just yet, but I wanted him to have the opportunity.  It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, blue skies punctuated with fair weather cumuloform clouds, and we drank in the sunshine at the table abutting the churchyard, making conversation.

The drive to Fleetwood was complemented by more of a mobile interrogation rather than the scenic commentary that usually expands the journey.  This was because we'd not really spoken, and also because I wanted to know what he thought about voluntary servitude and everything associated with it.  We returned to the house, he undressed,  was measured for a chain collar, knelt at My feet, was collared, and the "weekend" began.

Back under control

I have been enjoying the rocketing viewing figures of this blog.  It has done My ego much in the way of gladness, and of course, I now am curious as to who is actually looking at My search for a slave.  So I have decided to reinstate the control that was here previously, and I have now made it clear to people looking at My profile on recon or slaveboys that the blog exists, but that any interested reader will have to ask for permission to view.  This allows Me to see who is interested in things bdsm, and also to exercise some control over it.

Yesterday I drove into Cleveleys via the College to collect some mail.  The College is just over a mile from where I live, and I was surprised to see how tired I was. By the time I'd snapped at the irritating Stephanie at the reception desk and made My way to Cleveleys, I was quite exhausted. I've had general anaesthetic before, but I don't remember it being this draining.  After an interesting evening chatting to slaves, I slept quite well, being able to breathe a little more normally.  And so this morning, I am in a better mood than I have been in for most of this week.  I feel a lot better, and am very glad to be on the road to recovery.

One of the things that cropped up in the discussion with the midlands potential last night was the question, "what had I learned from My experience with 325?"  I think that it can be summed up in the phrase "closer control".  The next owned live-in slave is going to have a stricter regime of control to follow, and in order to make sure that he is not prone to temptation, is going to be locked in chastity except for his cumday - or if I want him to cum on any other day.  325 left a trail of tantalising hints in his profile and in comments to friends as to why he left, and I have taken not of these fragments.  I know he was homesick, and I know that there was an element of miscommunication, but I also think that he was led into temptation and was disobedient, which tipped the scale for him, especially after our discussion about obedience.

So, for bois living onsite the timetable mentioned previously in this blog will have effect.   There will be a time that I expect the slave to have brought coffee to My bedside, and be ready to start the work for the day.  I will expect the boi to set the coffee down, and then kneel present until he has been given permission to carry on.  The day's work will have been discussed beforehand, so that the boi knows what it is I want him to do.  Just as with 325, I will expect the boi to cycle or walk to the College, bringing Me My lunch.  I will expect the evening meal to be ready in time for My return.  The boi's usual programme will be domestic in nature for the first month, and then will be split between some sort of revenue generation and domestic duties.  The exact level of control will depend on the needs of the boi, but control will be extended to the following areas: dress, behaviour, money, work, recreation, learning, internet and electronic media.  While under contract, the first month will be a month of basic training, like in the military, where the fundamentals of living with Me are learned.  After that period, the boi should not need micromanaging, but he will not be free to do what he wants.  The object of the voluntary servitude is that he surrenders control, after all.

There is a danger that the pendulum swings too far to the other side, the side of harshness and control.  This must not be allowed to happen, and in order to ensure that it does not, there must be open and frank communication at specified periods between Master and slave.  While this was tried with 325, I was at fault in assuming that everything was well and not making sure that this formal communication took place.  This will not happen with the next slave.  The new boi will be tasked with making sure that he reminds Me of our weekly communications session, and that he has prepared a list of things to raise with Me.  I believe that open and honest communications are fundamental to a successful Master/slave relationship.  Also, the boi will maintain a journal for My inspection so that I can see what is happening in the slave mind.

A contract will be signed.

It is My intention that the internal servitude is reinforced and encouraged by these external props.  As I am now looking at the local sub to serve on a weekly basis, the London sub to come up every so often, and also the possibility of the midlands slave and the Scot, the management of the household will become quite intense.  One is never sure whether the ownership will become a reality - as readers to this blog will have noticed by now - but in order to maximise My opportunities for succcess, I need to have several slaves being tested for ownership simultaneously.  Ideally, I'd like to have a fulltime houseboi and visiting owned property, but if it develops to two living in bois and visitors, that is equally fine.  It will all come together in the end.

Finally! A chat with a slave I have had My eye on for a long time!

Today I made contact with someone whose profile I have been admiring for quite a while.  he has been ignoring My attempts at contact, and I am pleased to say that I feel that a worthwhile conversation was had with this potential slave.  he is from the midlands, and he has a physique that I am very much attracted to.  What has attracted Me in the past is not only his physique, but also the sentiments expressed on his profile.

Like Me, he is not one for roleplay.  This is what attracted Me in the first place.  So many profiles are of people who state unequivocally what they want, but so few actually say that they want real life, not roleplay.  I don't maintain a role very well.  As a former shipmaster and a leader of men, I am a dominant person - I don't need to pretend to be one for a period of time.  As a leader, I am very much conscious of how My subordinates are, and  I am always wanting to know what they are thinking and how they are experiencing things.  Some consider this a sign of weakness; I consider it a useful management tool.

This boi has set out the things that he wants from a Master in his profile, and I am pleased to see that our interests align.  I am slightly outside what he considers his maximum in terms of age, but that is usually an arbitrary figure.  he is 26, older than 325 is, and I think he'll make a great slave.  I have asked him to read this blog so that he has a full picture of Me, and of course what I want in a boi, and also what My thoughts on voluntary servitude are.  There are times, as I said in yesterday's blog, when I wished I'd been more assiduous at documenting things in this blog!

Nevertheless, I am happy that today has not been a wasted day.  I have chatted to My sub tim, gave him the pleasure of a cam wank, chatted to this new boi, and also chatted to the Scottish boi I intend to lock in chastity.  And on that note, the Scot phoned Me today, and so we had a bit of a chat about his ownership too.  he is being prepared for ownership as well, and so I might well have a fuller household of slaves sooner than I expected.  Certainly, I want to have a stable and listening to what each of the bois is saying, I don't think that this will be problematic.  The sub has wanted to do serve together with a slave, so when I see the Scot next week, the sub will attend, and then I'll use them together.  I have decided that the Scot will cum before being locked up again, and so intend to use the sub to get him in a shooting mood.

The new midlands boi has professed an interest in being kept locked up, which is just as well as I am reconfiguring the slave space beneath the stairs to a more suitable space.  I have bought a lock for the outer door, and next week will build an inner door which will be the cell door.  The outer door will be kept locked when the house has vanilla visitors (or the lodger is about), and so it becomes a discreet space.  I have been asked before about keeping a boi captive when there are others in the house, and this might well be a fun thing to do: keeping a slave prisoner, naked and chained in the space, while entertaining vanilla friends, for example.  There are two candidates for this already: chris in London, and the new boi dave.

I explained to him some of the features of what I consider to be part of the control of slaves, eg dress, the owned tee shirt, etc.  he seemed to like it, and so I am looking forward to seeing where this goes with him.  he has had some two weeks as an owned slave, and so I am keen to build on that.

Recovering

I have just had My first shower after the operation - it was wonderful, cleansing, a new beginning, almost!  I am still a little bunged up, and normal sleep is not quite possible yet.  I find Myself waking up during the night, or not being able to drop off as easily as I'd like.  I am now in bed, enjoying the clean warmth of the shower, and admiring the number of hits since I made this an open blog.  Hubris?  Perhaps, yes - but encouraging in a way.  Encouraging in that in addition to what is listed on the Recon and Slaveboys profiles, there are more potential bois out there reading My experience of finding a suitable slave, and finding more about how I really am than a profile could.

The wonderful thing about a journal such as this is that it is a record, and as such shows how little or how much one develops over the course of several years.  It is a double-edged sword; it could easily be used against Me, it could easily turn bois away - but I think that the potential benefits outweigh the negative aspects.

Of course, in order for this to be an effective tool, I realise that I need to be more disciplined at keeping it up - I look back to the experience with 325 and wish I had documented more effectively the relationship that I enjoyed with him - and I did enjoy that relationship very much.  There were many positive aspects to it, and even now I prefer the way that he arranged the kitchen to the less than ordered way in which it had been kept before he came.  And of course I still can't find things, but that's ok, it gives Me something to moan about, and makes cooking interesting, especially when things are on the verge of cremation.

Just what I need: more stress.

I find that I tend to blog when I am on leave; like now.  It is also now that I tend to be looking for suitable company, and I spend long hours on sites looking for a boi.  I have re-established My relationship with both 729 and 755 (you know who you are) and I intend using both again.  I have invited 755 up for a visit, and 729 has expressed a wish to be used before he leaves for London.  Tomorrow I am expecting to use tim, although I am not yet fully recovered.  I anticipate that, as a first meeting, it will be a gentle evening, a time to get to know him better, and also for him to just be a slave in the right context, rather than anything serious.  I am hoping to develop a long and fruitful relationship with this boi, and will document it as the weeks progress.

I have also been watching a boi on recon whom I like very much.  I think he'll be the perfect slave, but he has issues to address first.  he is bright, has a real desire and a need to serve, and I think he'll make an excellent houseboi as well as captive crew for the boat, but as usual, only time will tell.

I experience My recovery in much better humour and with more optimism than I had before.  I am looking forward to seeing what the rest of the leave period brings, whether things develop with 990, how chris in London works out, and indeed what the future brings!

So, bring it on!  

Time to Move On - Aluta continua

So, the time has come to move on.  I am now actively seeking a replacement for 325, and there are several bois on the radar.  There is a really nice looking and sounding boi in Edinburgh whose number is 990, and who wants to be a full time slave, so I am hoping to interview him soon.

There is also tim, the sub nearby, who wants sessions, which I am happy to provide, as well as another boi in London who is interested in similar, with a view to maybe perhaps extending it depending on what happens.  I am mindful that all of these people are very much out there, and they are not in the bag, so to speak.  But, aluta continua, as the saying goes.

The more I self-examine what went wrong with robbie, the more I realise that I don't actually know.  There were lots of factors, and when I chat with the boi, it seems inevitable to Me that the first lifestyle relationship is bound to fail; the analogy that he gave was someone getting his driving license and taking to the road for the first time.  Certainly, the five weeks with robert were great, and I really loved owning a slave.  Next time, things will be a little different.  There will be more control in the slave's life, and there will be more affirmation that the slave is his Master's property.  There will be a more rigorously defined timetable for the slave to follow, and there will be a greater element of ritual.

I have also decided to make this an open blog, mainly because it is not likely to hurt G any more, and also because it gives a warts-and-all impression of My search and also of Me, as complimentary or not as it might seem.  G was comfortable with robert, and knows that the love he and I have is stronger than ever, and that My love and affection for My slave(s) is not really a threat. 

So, what am I now looking for in a slave?

Much the same, really.  he must be real: intelligent, have a need to serve, articulate, be attractive to Me, be willing to follow the path, be happy to do the many menial tasks slaves must do, be happy to learn to sail, be good with his hands - or be willing to be trained to be, be capable of introspection and communication, be willing to have marks and piercings, possibly circumcision if his foreskin is tight, be willing to be kept in chastity, be a good help around the house, be completely subservient and mindful of My needs and desires.  In essence, he must want to be a lifestyle slave with all that goes with it.  I will consider bois up to 40, but then the boi needs to be physically attractive to Me as well as dedicated.  The difficulty with this is always going to be the human dynamics, but I am open to seeing how things go.  

So many difficult things to be.  But if the line is not in the water, the fish are not going to be caught.

 I have been spending time with the boi (http://www.the-boi.co.uk) and a friendship is growing with him.  I have offered him a space here in this house as a means of addressing his problem with his masters in Blackpool, but so far things seem to have sorted themselves out.  I am now in the process of recovering from My sinus operation, which I had yesterday, and so must get on with the business of converting the slave space under the stairs.  I have already bought a lock for the door, and must start work on the inner door and fittings.  

The lodger is due to return in mid September, and if there is a permanent slave in the house, then that is where he is going to have to use as his place when not at the foot of My bed.  325 has left a lot of stuff, most of which is going to have to go in the roof, but sooner or later I am going to have to send his gear to Master James in Cornwall or to somewhere in Lincoln, but that is a bridge I will cross later.

So, I am now ready to take on a new slave.

I miss My slave

Everything was going swimmingly until My slave left.


I hadn't realised how much robert had come to mean to Me.  I returned home in early July, to find that he'd gone.  No note, no phone call, no explanation.  I knew something was up when he didn't bring Me lunch that day, so by the time I returned home I was quite worried - I thought he'd fallen off his bicycle and hurt himself.  I was hoping he'd be there to greet Me, in the kneeling present position as usual.  Most of his stuff was gone, but some remained, like his harp and the leatherwork.  I saw the keys on the dining room table, and I then I knew he'd gone.


Life has been somewhat flat since then.  Everything is tinged with sadness.


I wrote him an email asking why he'd left, but he hasn't responded.  Every time I return home, I look forward to seeing him there, but I know it is just a dream.


I miss My slave very much.