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.