An End... or a beginning?

So where have I got to with men of late?

You'll remember that the cute guy had disappeared - which is a real shame as I liked him a lot. I guess I said or did something he didn't like and I've not heard from him - nor seen him where we met. I hope that he's ok and isn't avoiding that place cos of me. I can take a push back, had too before and I'm not going to pester him or owt!

Anyway that was a shame, meanwhile the Master I had been seeing for the last year or so I met with and ended it as we were never meeting up because he was so busy, and I wanted the opportunity to meet up with other guys. Particularly to try getting closer with the East London Master I mentioned. But we parted as friends and may pick that up more in future, he and his Alpha are really nice guys and I'd hate to lose that connection.

Then there was the Master in East London. Well what to say? Firstly I have been a bit coy about him because he doesn't want stuff posted online - though I cleared posting some stuff with him to start with. The main reason I haven't been writing though has been that I've been up and down and confused about the whole situation. As well as very busy of late.

Firstly I like him, but he is a bit OTT at times and very dominate to the point of being edgy - at least for me. I thought that we had come to an understanding about where certain boundries were a while back, though I was prepared for those to move in time as any connection or relationship grew in depth with time and commitment. Always in the background however there was a push, push from him; wanting more before I'd come to terms with what he wanted already.

Well last week I went to see him and for the third time in succession he was late for the meeting (and I don't mean by a couple of minutes.) Now I know I'm one of those anal people about timekeeping - I usually arrive hours early for things, but I was particularly peeved as I'd left somewhere early to get there and maximise our evening.

So that was the start!

Things didn't get better, he was pushing on a few levels around protocols he wanted in place - what to call him, (we'd had that discussion every time we met and I'd stated a limit which he again pushed the each time we met), and his wanting me to say "yes Sir" in reply to every order, even when I was already complying. In addition to this he was asking about ownership again.

As an aside I've been thinking about this "yes Sir" requirement and I've come to a conclusion, at least it's a question about it. I do say yes Sir in response to a question or to acknowledge an order where it requires nothing else at the time. For example if he were to say don't forget to get here for 5:00pm, then obviously that's an order that you can't do anything about at the time accept it - "yes Sir". But if he says "stand up" then my mind concentrates on getting up not speaking.

I was feeling quite depressed when I left, in spite of some great sex, (being fucked in a sling is also fun) though as part of it he suddenly decided to "shave" my chest with clippers, (without previously discussing or even mentioning it previously).

The next day as I felt no different, and I was finding it difficult to think about anything else! So I wrote him an email. I won't state everything that was in it - but here are a couple of relevant extracts.

"...I said, when we first met, and in answer to a question from you, that I've never been owned, so therefore I have no idea if it's what I need. So being asked every time about ownership puts pressure on me which gets in the way of how I'm trying to relate to the situation. I feel that I'm being asked to run before I can walk, and part of my problem is that I do not know if maybe I even want to run (that is if I'm slave material)…..

…..Time and security is all that lowers those walls a bit, the ownership question and fear of making mistakes in protocols builds them up. In addition I'm not sure I'm physically up to your challenge. ..."

So there you have it, I expected either to get no reply, or to get a considered reply asking me to reconsider. I thought that the former was more likely, and so it has proved to be so far. Much to my relief... but also sadness.

I will not say it has been one sided, nor that coming to this decision had been easy. I have been thinking about the situation a lot and as I also said in my email to him, I'm sure I will regret it and wonder about what might have been; but I have sat and compiled a list of issues I had with the situation and on balance I think I did the right thing - much as he attracted.... as he attracts me.

So I move on, I've closed my Recon account down for the time being and stopped paying for Gaydar. How long I keep to this we'll have to see but I do feel back in control of myself - even if that leaves me lonely and more than a little sad.

Ah well summer is around the corner - ho hum!

A new start?

Yesterday I went to visit Master Himself and his Alpha - we went out to dinner and had a nice meal, thought the pub was overly busy (I can't imagine why the world and her husband were out to lunch yesterday but it seemed like it.)

Anyway after we returned back to their flat I told Master Himself that I had an opportunity to get further training with another master, and that I knew he had too much on at the moment to give me the time I need, so we broke the Master/slave dynamic (one could say what was left of it) which leaves me free to pursue alternatives.

Of course that does not mean we will not stay in touch or be friends, good kink friends are hard to find, though how much I see of him and his will of course depend on how his situation develops as much as on how mine does.

I'm booked in to see East London Master on Friday so hope a chat with him goes as well.

An update on men!

Well since my last post things have moved on, I went out for a meal with the cute man I met on the walk and had a very nice time, but on speaking to him the next day he told me he was thrown off kilter (my words to try and condense a long chat around the feelings) by my talking about meeting the East London Master, and feeling about it.

So it seemed that moved into “friend territory” which while still nice was a bit of a downer, but since then I have sent a few texts and while I got some replies, we haven't met, and the texts have not bounced back and forth as they did, so perhaps I've even lost that.

Then a week later I had another session with the East London Master and while having some great sex again, was again struck at how he wanted to move very fast into commitment. As I said to him, both in the session and in messages after, I'm not prepared to move into commitment with someone I've met for sex twice. I also said I needed to speak to Master Himself and his Alpha ... I suddenly remembered while writing this that one example of the situation that concerned me was was his phrase about "being considered" as in i was being considered for ownership and that caused me a problem because it implied to me i has made a request for ownership and i had not.

I have said where I am and what I will and will not do, (not sexually but in relationships and commitment) and after some back and forth of messages, that contact has withered, though left open for a possible renewal if I clear my head in the future.

Anyway I had to say it but I was not happy lost in my feelings about it all :-(

Meanwhile I suddenly found out that Master Himself had restarted posting to his blog. Well sort of as he has found someone, a new slave, to write posts for him; as well as the slave posting on his own behalf. Now that information and the writings of said Slave-scribe tells me that while master was working hard he had found the time to sort out a new slave which puts his non-responses to me into a different background. So I sent him a message, saying I saw he had a new slave to write for him. He replied yes but also said he missed me. I'm really not sure what that means!

Anyway since the beginning of he year I've gone from not knowing where I am because of possible calls on my time etc including; one guy I'd pursued in the past and got no-where who I ended up in bed with but didn't seem to gel for me; another and his partner who I've had some good times with over the last year and who I thought was too tied up working with had found time to meet a new slave while not contacting me or often even replying to messages I sent; a couple of new possible guys I've met since the New Year where both possibilities have petered out.

Boy it's been a confusing year so far. From not much happening sexually to probably the busiest month I've had sexually this last 3 years and then back down to zero prospects in sight, and it's all left me rather down. In fact since I started writing this (over a week trying to find the right words) I've picked up a lot and got back on balance and all this time the East London Master keeps popping into mind, and fantasy!

I must sort where I am in my head.

Complications

It's odd isn't it. Just when you think you know where you are you get a curved ball thrown at you by life, again!

Just before Christmas I found a card through my door from the postie telling me that I had a letter to sign for - now having been there before - I decided that there was little point in my going down on the only day I was at home before Christmas, a couple of days later; and by the time I next going to be at home (today) I decided it'd be easier to get it redelivered.

So this morning there is the postie delivering a Christmas card from Master Himself and his Alpha - that's more than a bit kinky!

Anyway - as I've intimated in the past, I'd felt that there was a dropping off of interest from them before but now, anyway first to digress...

Recently I went out and in a pub started chatting to these couple of guys who I'd thought were together. One was very touchy feelie with the other but then when I was chatting to one while the other went off to the toilet, he said they'd just met that day, and wasn't the guy who'd gone to the toilet really cute.

Well while agreeing I'd have preferred the the guy in the toilet was interested in me than the guy I was chatting to.

Anyway to cut a long story short eventually it was time to go and the "cute" guy who (during the conversation had told us his previous partner had been a bit kinky - well it came up in conversation!) went off with me, and we ended up snogging on the street - which I'd never done before!

Well after chatting for an hour I'd had a good time and are defiantly going to meet for something more!

Then this morning while awaiting the postie I get a message from a guy on Recon I've been chatting to, (the one in East London I mentioned before?) a very experienced who not only sounds sane but who also wants to have me over for a session with a view to getting into something heavier! Now I'd thought he'd lost interest as I thought he must have recoved from the Christmas flu, but no he is still dealing with the tail end of it and wanting to be fully fit so as not to pass it on and is still very interested - another long conversation today wearing my phone battery down!

So here I am with a really nice couple who I've got to know quite well and had some real good and novel experiences with and who want to continue with our relationship, though who have not had the time in recent months to spend the time on it, so I've been languishing.

A really nice guy I'd like to get to know more who I just met and who seems to be open to some kink play, and a Master with experience who also wants to help me on my journey!

And this is without the guy I was talking about last time who likes it rough and who also wants to get to know me more!

This is all getting a bit tricky, but nothing has actually happened yet!!!

What's been going on?

Well sorry again for the delay in posting but for part of December Master was away and obviously it's a busy time with parties and drinks and the like. Also this year we have had exceptional snow for the month before Christmas and travel had been a real pain with days when I couldn't get get to work and I even missed a couple of those drinking social events due to the unreliability of public transport and state of the roads! So with all that I haven't been doing a lot.

I did meet with Sir (Master's Alpha) but as I said I was very busy and finding the time to write it up …

The session was very similar to others with my choking on his cock and being tortured with nipple clamps.

What was different was that I headed to their place from work and stayed over with him going directly into work from there. It was a very pleasant evening though Sir was very tired as in his work pre-Christmas is (as so many places are) a busy time. So though it was a fun, painful tit evening it was difficult to find a new way to write about it. Sir was so tired I think we were in bed by 9:30 .... (Sleeping!! Dirty minds! lol)

So I have decided that writing descriptions of my sex in quite the detailed way I have, might make for a less interesting blog than keeping those gems to the novel or unusual.

So why am I writing this today? Well perhaps because of the blog, or just cos I'm putting myself out there more, I have had some interest in me from other quarters. So while I have had a fairly quiet December into Christmas I have had some interesting contacts which promise well for the New Year. One guy on Recon who is a Master seems very interested, and while I'm a little nervous about how it might go (though I can be like that even going to meet Master as sometimes the hurt can be a lot) I'm thinking I will be meeting him soon.

I did clear this in principle with Master some time ago — but nerves and a lack of contact meant we never got it together. Well, a couple of weeks ago he messaged me on recon and I chatted to him on the phone and he seemed a good guy, so now it's just a matter of sorting that meeting out. We did chat about some new (to me at least) type of ball weight, and my enthusiasm for seeing a pic of it got tiresome to him I think, so I was concerned he had lost interest since I'd hoped we might meet over the Christmas hols but not heard from him. However apparently he has not been well with the flu, and still seems interested, so maybe my next post will be about a meeting with him.

Meanwhile I did meet with another guy who is interested in getting to know me and tells me I'm "hot". Personally I'm terrible about being told such things - certainly over and over. I suppose it's my self consciousness but while I sorta like it as a compliment I get embarrassed by it and the more there is the more I'm embarrassed. And of course as he invited me to his place and it snogging me I know he fancies me so it's redundant. I was always brought up to believe actions speak louder than words and it's as true here as anywhere.

Anyway he says he likes rough sex but I don't think he is into SandM so while he is a great cuddle, and sure he will be a great fuck, and seems a nice bloke (so might end as a friend or fuck buddy) I don't think we are going to end up in any Master and slave situation. I also wonder how he'd react seeing my bruises after a heavy session?

So as you see I have a few irons in the fire and we'll see how things go over the coming weeks. I am concerned about the guy in East London I chatted to on the phone as he seems to want that "Master and slave situation" I spoke about and that would mean making a decision about Master and Alpha and I. However I do wonder given the fact I have had virtually no contact from him this month and that the previous couple of months have been the same if he would be bothered or miss me anyway; and while I know a lot of this has been about work, (even overwork!) is that going to change?

I think that we, Master and I, need to have a serious chat.

DIY?? When you have a slave?

Master is going away for a couple of weeks at the beginning of December so as I haven't seen him in a while because, as I'm mentioned before, he is working so hard; and because I will not be about this coming weekend: last week I emailed him to remind him I would not be about before he flew out.


He replied suggesting that that I went over Saturday afternoon as his Alpha wanted me then and that I should stay over until Sunday when we could have some time together Sunday afternoon-evening.


Saturday 20th
Well when getting ready for Sir I clipped my hair down to virtually shaved as I know Master likes it but when I arrived about 5:30pm it was to find the pair of them up to their ears in DIY, on a project which would flavour the weekend, of course this being a SandM blog the DIY only acts as punctuation, but in real life there was as much time spent DIYing as on SandM.


I was a little surprised as I would have offered to go over earlier if I could have been of help – but I think they wanted to DIT - Do It Themselves!


A bit of nesting? ;-)


Anyway after a bit of finishing of what they were doing and while letting the latest bit dry I got stripped off, (Master had been concerned I didn't strip while all the tools etc were around in case I got hurt being naked) now Sir saw my body and was pleased at the lack of hair! Then Master's Alpha took me away into the bedroom while Master got on with some things he wanted to do and left us to it.


Sir got on the bed and got me to give him a back rub, but this quickly turned into a bit more as he turned over and had me use my hands on, what I think is, his favourite bits; his nipples. So in short order there I was kneeling on the bed between his legs with both hands on his nipples and, much better for me, his cock down my throat.


Well of course it wasn't long before my nipples were also being worked on, as was my pain threshold! First with his strong fingers pinching and twisting my nipples but then with his teethed clamps! On this occasion Sir told me the nipple clamps were a heavier sprung pair than the ones he has used before and boy did they hurt!!


Anyway after a lot of sucking of Sir's cock (including my choking with his cock down my throat), a lot of working and pulling of my nipples by Sir (and of his by me) he took the chain connecting the clamps and wrapped it around his cock while he wanked. Every movement pulled on my nipples which pulled my tits out from my chest and dug the clamps deep into the skin.


Finally I was allowed his cum, which tasted great. The pressure was released from my nipples and, surprisingly, there wasn't the pain I expected from that release. (Perhaps the thin teeth while digging in and hurting doesn't exclude the blood enough to cause that pain on release which characterises the clover clamp or even humble washing pegs.)


Sir and I then got up and went to find Master, who had been busy tidying and sorting out his business.


We went out for some dinner, fish and chips at the local chippy. The rest of the evening was spent socialising with them both.


Sunday 21st
We spent the night three in the bed and I got a reasonable nights sleep, but come the morning, and after breakfast, Master had to go out, leaving his Alpha ably assisted by yours truly to continue with the DIY.


So we did, we humped some stuff about and prepared and completed some more of the project. then while waiting for the next stage to dry Sir went off to do some stuff on the computer and I read some of my book.


Later I made some coffee and read some more. Then once again, (and I don't remember why we started) but Sir got me onto my knees while he fucked my face. Once again I was honoured with his spunk but this time not directly delivered into my throat but licked up from his stomach and chest where he'd shot it (with my... “encouragement”) halfway to over his shoulder!
;)

Not long after Master returned and we showed him what we had been doing (in the DIY department) which was now nearly dry to touch – though it was decided to let it go over for the full 24 hours stated on the box before continuing.


So we tidied the flat up to a point where it could be left in comfort awaiting that time and, as it was now lunchtime, went out to lunch. This was also on our way to the local supermarket where we went after a nice Sunday dinner in a diner (I had home-made chicken and mushroom pie.)


Returning from the shops and after putting away all the shopping Master dragged me off to the bedroom grabbing me by the balls and using them as a handle on me while Sir went off to do some stuff on his computer that he had started earlier.


In the bedroom I was soon servicing Sir, both by rubbing his back, licking him on back, feet, underarm etc and by taking his cock deep into my throat, including hanging my head back over a pile of pillows on the bed to get my throat fucked. After a while we rested and even ended up playing some X-box games.


Returning to the bedroom we chatted a long time, discussing things and generally catching up, but it wasn't long before Master had me hugging a pile of pillows face down on the bed receiving, and crying out rather badly from some whacks from his crop across my arse though also some strokes across my feet. The stripes looked really good but I was terribly embarrassed that I was wimping out with relatively low levels of pain and realised how out of practice with it I was.


I also realised as we chatted after that when I looked back it was now over a year since I'd had sex with anyone but Master and Sir as I'd not been with anyone in the last year. Not that I've been forbidden, I have even sought and got permission in theory but it's just not worked out.


Anyway back in the bedroom Sir and I chatted some more and I explained that I could usually take the cane (or such – like his crop) better after a build up with hand or paddle.


Well I really ought to learn to keep my mouth shut as I was soon on the receiving end of such a build up from one of Sir's paddles. As usual in these circumstances one starts to get addicted to the constant regular stokes and when they stop, while part of you is relieved and pleased, another part is disappointed and wants them to continue. It's that lack of judgement ability which drives the need for a Master one can trust to make the decision of when you have truly had enough, if you are like that.


After the build up and a rest and some more discussion with Sir about how I felt I had failed to be satisfying if I was not feeling the pain the next day, that I'd somehow wimped out; I was lucky enough to be granted a further 12 strokes with the crop. This did show the benefit of the longer build up with the endorphins flowing. And it certainly ensured I felt it the next day, and the next!


After some more chatting and having show Sir my very red arse it was time for me to go home.


Since then the red arse has turned to various shades and hues, (as is normal in these situations) One friend seeing the pics said it looked like I'd been beaten up. Which in one sense I had. But it's not the same as being assaulted on the street. I was mentally prepared and indeed complicit in the act, and while there was pain (quite a lot) it was applied carefully over a period of time and the damage continuously assessed to ensure it was not serious or permanent.


Anyway while Master is away I hope I hear from him occasionally by text, message or the like and that I see Sir.

Caged!

Yesterday I went out with Master and his Alpha (Sir) for a celebration. with a few of their friends too we had a good time.

Afterwards we travelled back to their place where I was going to spend the night. Right at the last minute and a little to my surprise it was decided that I should spend the night in their cage.

Now I've always had a schizophrenic attitude to this as part of me wanted to try the cage out for size but another part of me was concerned with being locked up unable to escape - and I certainly would not be able to as the cage is very heavy duty and (unless you smuggled in a power saw) completely escape proof.

Getting back into their flat I stripped, as per protocol, and after Master had gone to bed not feeling well, (a cold probably brought on by the workload I've mentioned before) Sir, got me sucking his cock and playing with his nipples.

He then got me to follow him into their playroom where he padlocked a chain round my neck, placed a shoulder/chest harness over my chest and then tortured my nipples while getting me to again suck his cock and play with his nipples.

But it was late at night after our jolly pleasant evening and it wasn't very long before I was being ordered into the cage. and told to "get comfortable". I asked if that was possible? Whereupon I was advised that putting my legs through the bars might help.

Sir asked if I wanted a pillow, all the cage had otherwise was a foam pad an inch or so thick (though as I was to discover surprisingly comfortable) and I accepted. I did ask Sir if I might be permitted my jumper in case it got cold in the night which he readily agreed to.

He then was very kind and placed the keys of the cage door padlock within reach to permit me to either get out to go to the toilet or to join them in bed should I get too cold. I was very touched by the care and concern shown to me by this and immediately determined not to abuse this privilege offered (though I expected I might need to use the facility for the toilet as we had been drinking, I was not going to leave the cage till morning otherwise unless there was some emergency.

With some final kind words Sir then went to bed and left my in the cage in the dark!

Well putting my legs thru the bars wasn't so good as the gaps were not as wide as my legs are so they rubbed - I curled up into a festal position which was fine (and quite comfortable for a short while) but because the cage isn't a wide as my upper leg is long, that took some manoeuvring. And when I wanted to turn over that too was very tricky. Rotating your body in a confined space, where all the dimensions seem deliberately designed such that every position you try something catches in a awkward place, isn't easy. The thick metal bars were also cold and so prolonged touching against my naked body was another discomfort as they sucked the heat out.

So I was discomforted by the whole thing, and even tired as I was, slept only fitfully. Within a short time I reached for my jumper and that was a lifeline as it kept me warm. Though putting it on in the confines of the cage wasn't a simple task itself).

Sorta turned by the while thing though discomforted and laying awake, (as I did on and off all night) I could only think how lucky I was to be given this opportunity and how, though half of me would have liked it to be without the chance to leave until released, I was grateful I had access to the key as I'd soon need to have a pee.

Well eventually I did give into the feeling and a little shamefaced with myself I retrieved the key, undid the padlock and slipped out to the bathroom for a pee.

Ablutions completed I went straight back into the cage were I remained the rest of the night.

In the morning Sir came in to let me out and help make breakfast.

After breakfast, while Master got ready to go out, Sir took me to bed for a cuddle and after a sleep (as we were still tired).

Then afterwards to serve him with both my mouth and my pain as he wanked watching my face as he pulled on some teethed nipple clamps and I channelled my pain as well as I could.

So a great day out ending with a great night locked in - thank you Sir it was fun.

A Flogging from Sir - Thank you Sir

Once again it looks like I'm starting with an apology – but it has been another long time since I've written - if only I could say it's because my sex life has been so full I haven't had the time.

Instead all I can say is that my work life has been a bit hectic on one level (though not all that) while on another my Master's work life has been so bad as to virtually stop him completely from meeting me and indeed much else!

So much so that I was thinking it was me and that I was out of favour. Of course if I were a good sub I'd know it's never about me.

Anyway – feeling sorry for myself as I was I had thought it's not my place to keep pestering my betters with requests to meet up, but the trouble is if they are so busy that they don't contact you it's all to easy to drift away.

Anyway I saw my Alpha online so said hello and during the conversation said I needed flogging – he agreed and suddenly I had an appointment to go round.

Well Friday soon came round and I was soon standing outside the door of the flat waiting to be let in. My Alpha answered the door ready for action in harness and some other leathers and little else.

It wasn't many minutes before I was on my hands and knees in front of his chair servicing his cock buried deep in my throat. While my hands were busy stimulating his nipples.

My nipples didn't stay unattended long either, soon they were clamped with his clamps with the tiny teeth, the sort I used to dread and in some ways I still do. He is very good at making nipples sore with them for a couple of days which is a great reminder of a hot session.

Soon he moved us into the frame room for the main events of the evening and I was instructed to spread my arms and the flogging began.

Sir varied the pace and the intensity during the course of the flogging, from flicky strikes to full bodied thwacks. I decided right at the start to keep count to myself but as the pain and the unpredictability increased I found it more and more difficult to keep the thoughts on the numbering while trying to channel the pain. I ended up doing both poorly – I defiantly need more practice. (Any offers to my Master please) But I do know that we cleared the 100 mark when Sir decided to have a breather.

He came round in from of me and attached his clamps for a second time and played with my nipples quite intensely. Soon they were quite sore, so he gave me a good hug, squeezing my sore nipples against his chest.

I was then pushed onto my knees for more sucking and indeed face fucking while he stood in front of me his cock down my throat pulling and twisting nipples on and on.

Before long however we were also back to the flogging, with a second round of flogging. Again I lost count as he kept the variation of timing and weight going and sometimes sent a few strokes aimed across my Buttocks in Batches!

In between batches of strokes he again moved to my nipples – pulling them way out from my chest at times. Then I was put back on my knees while he placed a rubber bungy through the nipple clamp chain so he could stretch them remotely and with a springy action. More sucking followed until he got to a point where I was bent over and fucked.

I enjoyed this very much as I don't get to be fucked too often and I was quite high on endorphins by now. After a good fuck Sir decided he wanted to have some more sucking – but this time in comfort so I was taken to the bedroom where he lay back while I serviced him.

After a while he came and I received the gift of his spunk to swallow. I guess I must have pleased Sir as I was then permitted to wank off while Sir tortured my Nipples again.

All in all a brilliant session Sir gave me and which I hope will be repeated or have similar to in the future.

Catching up!

Once again I need to apologise - it's been a long time since I updated my blog. The only excuse I have is that the summer has been hectic and I've been very busy.


I could add that I've not been the only one, Master has been very busy too, and that though I have seen my Master and Sir, it hasn't been very often and has been almost entirely social time we have spent together since my last post.


On the 7th August I was in the parade at Brighton Pride, at the end of the march in the park of course we had the usual problems contacting people using the mobile network as it was obviously overloaded. Worse this year I imagine because of the even higher numbers of people present. I'm not going to comment further except to say that I'm not sure I'll bother again. While it was still free - you were not so free in the other sense of being able to get in and out of the ground with fencing everywhere - one of my friends could not get to us easily and it took me a long time to find my way out the back to where there were under the trees!!

while there I did meet a few old friends including the Slaveboys meet and I did manage to meet up with Master, Sir and a couple of his friends but they were on a different agenda as I had driven down and they had come by train, they were going to head into town from the park and I was more lined up for heading off to have fish and chips with a mate. So after a quick chat, we went off to pursue our separate agendas.


On the 15th August Sir had some friends staying for the weekend. I went over to have spend some social time with them on the Sunday afternoon and while they understood something of the Master/Slave bit they were not involved in it. Our normal Master / slave protocols were toned down a little and the day was a pleasant "normal" social day with me acting as driver for the five of us driving into Kent spending a nice time walking and looking at farm animals, picking fruit off the hedgerows and such. They had been out late the night (morning?) before with the result that when we returned up the M20 at one point I was the only one awake and they all crashed out (the three in the back with their heads on each others shoulders - awww!)



Around the 19th I tripped over and badly grazed my knee and therefore acquiring a nasty scab - Not that it stopped me going out on the 3rd Slaveboys' London walk on the 21st. This walk was in North London along the route of an old railway line from Finsbury to Alexandra Palace. It was great fun with several pups on leads and turning heads. Across the terrace at Ally Pally one young bloke was heard to exclaim "oh shit". We finished the day going to Central Station from where I finalised arrangement with Master by text for a meet on 23rd.

Of course my knee did prevent me kneeling properly to take Master's cock on the 23rd but I think I gave him good oral service in spite of the minor difficulties. Both he and his Alpha were more concerned at the look of my Knee than I was, as I knew it would soon be mended. The session was not overlie strenuous, partly due to my knee but also because it was a "school night and both Master and Sir were tired.


I really have missed some heavier pain from a flogging or the like recently and hope i get to serve in this way soon.


I went on holiday on the 3rd September to visit friends abroad. I had hoped to meet up with a Master I'd chatted to on Recon on and off for a year or so - having received dominant connect first of course - but we didn't manage to. It seemed to me he wasn't very interested when it came to it and was making excuses - but I might be wrong and it just be may have been that the situation didn't work out. It didn't happen anyway - which is sad as the guy has some good pics and looked ok. But anyway it never happens - as Master said "his loss"


Earlier in the year Master asked me if I wanted to go to the Last Night of the Proms and as it had always been in my life as a child with my parents always watching this event on tele I said I would be pleased to.


Well finally the time had come, Saturday 11th of September was the night and we arrived to queue up at 11:30 round the back of the Albert Hall. Thus began a different sort of social time, both with Master and Sir (while sitting on the pavement and helpfully acting as a pillow for Sir's head at one point) and the other members of the queue. Well several hours later we got into the hall and had a good ol' sing song. A very pleasant evening. If I do it again I must take some games though!


Afterwards we returned back to their abode, but as it was very late and they were busy on the Sunday I decided not to stay over and returned home.


So as you see I have seen a fair bit of, and had some pleasant social time with Master over recent weeks but apart from 23rd August not provided much service - the recording of which was the primary reason for this blog. I hope that this will change soon and I'll be carrying a few more marks for him. Though why even writing this starts me getting hard is still beyond me! I just know it does.


Long term readers we realise we are very close to a year since I started writing this blog as a record of meeting and training with Master. I hope we mark that too.

The London Alternative Market

Yesterday I went to the Alternative Market (http://londonalternativemarket.com) with Master and Sir (his Alpha). We had some food in a pub nearby which was very pleasant before heading there. The venue was better than before I thought, but there seemed to be less stalls. Had a very pleasant afternoon attending the "workshops" which were on First Aid in the SM world and Waxing play.

Sir bought some Police issue cuffs and a short whip from Jacks Floggers.

Returning to their place Master was tired, (I do worry he works too hard sometimes) and he went to rest and left Sir to play with me.

I did some chores with Sir round the flat and then we had some time to play.

I was soon in use and during the next couple of hours and as well as my mouth being put to use, my hands on Sir's nipples both in and out of his new cuffs I was also being used for target practice for Sir's new whip both on my Arse and Back.

I did also get to suck Sir off as my reward though; a nice Sunday afternoon and evening, if you ask me.

Pride

Well Pride was a lot of fun, I did take my leather waistcoat to wear - but it was SOOOOOO hot.

Also tried to meet up with Master and his Alpha during the march, as I was there in the march with friends and colleagues but there were so many people .....

Saw them at the pub after and had a nice chat.

I was a nice day

Got to do it another few times yet though! Including Brighton in August.

Long Time No See

First an Apology and explanation for a lack of postings.

It's not been because I was bored with the blog or that I was dropping it. It was simply that I have been busy with work and so has Master Himself - so I simply haven't had any fun (beyond the odd fantasy and wank) since my last post.

Well last night we met up for a drink, a chat and I slept over. I drove over and Master and I went out to the pub, his Alpha was busy with other things.

I can't say a lot happened in the realms of interest for most readers of this blog (I suspect gentle reader you are more interested in the SandM aspects?)

It was very last minute and low key; I did, (after we returned from the evening out), end up with my balls squeezed, and Master's Alpha did twist my nipples and slap my balls around a couple of times to get my cock hard as a tease, but the only other sexual thing that happened was my sucking Master off this morning - yum!

It was however for me a very pleasant evening and a nice surprise to be invited over before the hectic week ahead (Pride next weekend) and a lovely warm evening to boot.

Just a quick note to say that since my last post I have had a couple of things to report, first I went in the second Slaveboys London walk and had a pleasant day out with a couple of Masters from there with their pups. I have posted pics on my profile there and I have also had a few chats with guys online who seem interested in a meet - one is very much into Bastinado (so I might have to expand my experience of that) and a guy I met a few years ago who lives in Essex who suggested I go over sometime. The last time I met him I was tied over a glass table and my arse reddened.

So maybe this blog might get more entries from those sources. I'll have to check with them if that'll be ok If I meet. Either way I hope the next post is sooner in coming than this one was.

Another Bank Hoilday Weekend and Waistcoat

Last weekend I returned home from a week away for work. I still had the remains of the bruises from the previous week and was keen to show them to Master Himself. This is how they look today and that is a nearly two weeks later.

So we arranged to meet on the Sunday afternoon, firstly to go to the museum, the three of us, Master, his Alpha and me. On the Saturday Morning I went shopping and while out purchased some Veet strips, as in the back of my mind I still had a requirement to be clean shaven from Master which I had not fulfilled.

We had a very pleasant afternoon on the Sunday wandering around the museum and then returning back to their place where Master and I chatted while his Alpha went off to do some work on his computer. After a while and feeling quite tired after a long day and many miles of tramping around the museum Sir took me off to his bed and had some more fun squeezing my balls! Oddly as if there was some physic connection between us Master said during the session "next time I see you I want you smoother", I replied "Sir" but was brought up cold.

To sleep – but Master didn’t sleep too well and got up in the night.
The next day was the Bank Holiday and we went off into Kent for the day. We had a great time with a meal out as well as the attractions we visited, but sadly as they do these things come to an end, and we returned home.

On the journey home Master got quite tired, probably from the poor nights sleep and went off for a nap. His Alpha decided that a nice end to the day would be to torture my nipples which he did to great effect by handcuffing my hands and fixing them to a collar behind my neck and then proceeding to get me to kneel within their frame and then hook some nipple clamps he fixed to my nipples over a bungee stretched across the frame. The result was that my nipples were pulled painfully upwards.
Both of our cocks got very hard – but he could play with his while mine was left ignored as I cried out in pain. I did get a reward in the form of his cum though so that was great.

While Master slept I returned home to look after things there, I said to his Alpha that I could come back if He awoke and wanted me – and I was in fact off on the Tuesday as well and could return then. Before I left I spoke to Master's Alpha and asked him about the Leather Waistcoat that I was looking at on JDL Leathers. He suggested that the price was good and so I ordered it when I got home.
On Tuesday morning I got out the Veet strips and tried them out. They seemed no more effective than the version I made myself from sugar and still left a sticky residue while also leaving some hair. I also found that around my crouch they caused bruising where they removed the hair something I've never read about in the literature I read. You can see how they look here.

I then a call from Master to go over and help out with a job on the Tuesday afternoon and that, along with watching some film, went into the early evening.

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When I got home from work I found that my waistcoat had arrived so here is a pic of me in jeans and waistcoat - I have to say I am well pleased with this purchase.

Belts...

Last night I went to visit my Master - it had been a long time and I was concerned that I had disappointed him as we hadn't had much contact; however he explained that work had ceased being just busy and had removed all his time and he had been virtually sleeping and working and nothing else.


I was very pleased that it wasn't me and even more that we had found the slot in our schedules to get together before I had to go away for a week for work.


I arrived in my new leather jeans and boots which Master and His Alpha liked (though Master did comment they would look better tighter - which I agree with but it's difficult if you are buying mail order and don't know the fit.*)


Master defiantly liked the look as he kept me in them, until we started "playing" rather than have me naked as usual.


After a while chatting and getting up to date, and having a coffee, he took me into the playroom and used the belt across my arse while I stood holding the frame. This got quite intense as he placed half a dozen across my arse from each direction then changed sides and placed them from the other. He repeated this several times and I lost count but must have been well over 50.


He then took me to bed where I served his body, both stroking his skin and sucking and licking his cock, nipples, arse and feet. He squeezed my balls and I bathed in the pain I'd been missing.


After some time of this play Master piled up some pillows on the bed and got me to hug them while laying face down on top of them - at first I didn't know what was coming, maybe a fucking? Then I thought Master was going to continue abusing my arse when I guessed he left the room to get some implement. In fact when he returned it was to show my back a new experience as he laid the belt across that.


He followed the same type of pattern he had on my arse as he placed half a dozen across my back from one side of the bed then changed sides and placed them from the other. He repeated this several times and again I lost count, but must have been well over 50. I thanked him for balancing the pain across my body as this is easier to take than a continuous assault from the one direction and the look is more balanced with the bruises.


Of course I sucked my Master to completion and was allowed the gift of his cum - Thank you Master - yum!


Now away for a week - but hope to spend more time when I get back - it is the bank holiday weekend ;-)


*I think that it would be better to get made to measure but that would be more expensive, perhaps I'll find a shop when i get some next time so I can try them on first - but these fill a need I had in case Master wants to take me to a dress code club.

A day in Town sightseeing

Spent some time this May bank holiday with Master and Sir visiting some "attractions" in town.

Originality there had been some thoughts about visiting a leather club on the Sunday evening, but it was very expensive, and for me it was just as well as I don't have the requisite leather. Something I'm going to do something about. Still we had a nice meal and watch a DVD together for a nice evening.

Anyway on the Monday we started out early and visited a few places in order the Clink Museum and looked at a few interesting items of torture including a whipping post (which seemed interesting :-) but lacked a diagram showing how one would be tied to it which was not obvious).

We then moved onto Tower Bridge where we saw some great displays and had some great views.


Then when we came out and dodging the rain we had some lunch which our Master had carefully prepared for us, thank you Sir, near the Design Museum. Then we moved onto the Monument.





Master stayed below while Sir and I climbed up. I have been before but always needed to stop part way because of aching legs - this was no different But Sir carried on to the top.





Of course we took all the normal pics of the views and of the spiral stairs



Up until now we had been dodging the showers but the rest of the day turned dry.












We moved onto the Aquarium and spent a pleasant couple of hours wandering around in the semi dark peering at fish which was very pleasant and interesting with at the end a new treat since I was there last; the walk of faith - a glass floor over the tanks with the sharks in!

Finally to Pizza-Hut before heading back

A great day out thank you both Sirs

Another fucking, another flogging...

Last week I went over one evening to see my Master and we caught up with what had been going on with each other as Sir had been very busy with important personal things.

We ended up with some casual fun, some pain with Master torturing my toes and then me licking his feet. Master then got me on my stomach and then got on top and fucked me. During the fucking he got his arm round my neck and pressed…

The next thing I knew it was like waking up in the morning in a strange bed. Where am I? Yes I'd passed out - I'm not sure about this sensation it's very weird. When I actually wake up from sleep I know where I am - but this? Well it can take several seconds to know where I am. It can be a bit scary as I seem to lose all short term memory for a while.

But all in all, a good evening.

I knew that Master was busy at the weekend, so I wasn't expecting much contact and when I hadn't heard from Master before Sunday morning I decided to cook myself some dinner. Hardly had I finished it than I got a text from Master asking what i was doing in an hour or so. I replied I had nothing planned whereupon he asked me out to lunch with his Alpha.

The outcome was that I accompanied my Top Pair (Master and Alpha) out to a carvery though I kept to a starter and sweet having eaten dinner. Master's Alpha had recently purchased a full leather cops uniform made to measure and he wore that. He looked good in to too - very handsome, very hot. During the meal I had to say to Master that since I'd met them both, and since Sir had placed me into some leather I had started to be very interested in getting some myself - nothing fancy but perhaps a waistcoat like Sir and a harness like the one Master had put me into weeks ago.

After the meal, I offered to take them back to mine to spend some time in the garden and indeed we did, and we chatted. During the conversation I was a little cheeky, and Master's Alpha said he ought to flog me. I said we best head back to their place then (also cheekily), but it wasn't too long before we did.

Once there I was soon naked, standing in their Frame while Sir proceeded to flog me. Master make some comment to Sir about the flogging, (which I didn't catch) before retiring to leave Sir to it while he went for a nap as he was tired.

I'd counted 55 strokes when Sir stopped. I was pleased he had paused as it was getting to a point where each stroke was becoming heavy. I was expecting a second set but Sir had other ideas. Taking out a pair of tit clamps from his pocket where he carries them, he proceeded to place them on my nipples. These are the type with sharp teeth and it wasn't long before they were hurting as he pulled them about by their chain. Meanwhile I was instructed to take Sir's cock and simultaneously play with his nipples with my hands - obviously not as harshly is mine were being treated.

This action moved into the lounge where Sir got me kneeling while he laid back to accept my cock worship. After a while he took the tit clamps off and replaced them in a different position. This he did again and again while wanking himself and torturing my nipples. After a while he asked if I knew what he was doing. He told me he was edging himself to my pain. I was pleased to be of such service to Sir. I also enjoyed finding how much I could take as each time the clamps were re-attached and the pain shot through me.

Eventually Sir came and allowed me the gift of his spunk, but by then my nipples had been pretty much been switched off by my brain, with only the most intense pain getting through. Simple touching them I could hardly feel. My nipples were to come back to life though and for the next couple of days were sore reminders of the Sunday afternoon very nice.

Thank you Sir.

Master awoke from his nap feeling refreshed and while his Alpha went off to go online, Master and I chatted, he then decided that he wanted to practice some more bastinado but only on one foot. This seemed odd and unbalanced as I expected Master to move onto the second foot and oddly while not wanting it one one level, I kinda missed not having the second foot spanked - very odd.

We then ended up in bed where he got me servicing him before more chatting where we spoke about some of the things he wanted to try out on me, from caning through sounds to some other forms of breath control, with masks to long term bondage and even sensory deprivation.

The first I've experienced before and indeed I will have to write part two of my history which covers why I probably didn't become a slave earlier in my life but suffice to say at the moment that caning was involved. Since then however I've had some good, if hard, experiences too, so it's something that I often think with part of my brain I want, but look towards with trepidation and fear that it'll happen too.

As to the other things, with sounds I don't know (though once someone placed a catheter down my knob and that was painful for a week every time I peed). Sensory deprivation? Hmm maybe for a while but I'm sure Sir would want it to go beyond what I might fancy - that being the point? Tight bondage just seems it'd be likely to hurt over a long time and not in a good way - but we'll see, or at least I'm sure I will.

A great loss - or when is it good to lose something?

Yesterday Master asked me over for the day.

Had a really nice day with him and his Alpha being on the one hand a bit domestic and on the other some great sex.

We started off about mid morning, when I arrived early as there was little traffic on the bank holiday at 10:00 in the morning, with a drive out the the supermarket where I pushed the trolley round while Master and Sir did their shopping. Was nice to just wander round being useful and helpful. (Well I hope so - they probably thought I was getting in the way - lol).

Anyway on the return we picked up a takeaway and after eating this settled in for the afternoon.

Before long Master took me to bed for a cuddle and some sexual play which quickly and unexpectedly expanded into a threesome when Master invited his Alpha to join us and before long I was in the middle of a spitroast!

I was delighted as this was something I'd always fantasied over but had never achieved. All the previous times I've been in a three way I've usually ended up being a fucker rather than a fuckee, and the only times I've been fucked it's been while the other guy watched, or maybe snogged me.

Anyway from losing my spitroast virginity the afternoon moved up a gear when Master and his Alpha decided that his Alpha would flog me. Taking me into their play room I was stood against the frame, spread between the bars while Sir laid into my back. He also spread the effect across my sides and buttocks a little, though being very careful to cause no damage to my lower back as Sir is as knowledgeable as our Master.

Master took some great photos as you can see.

It was then back to the bedroom where Sir gave me his cock to suck while my nipples were gripped by the tight jaws of Sir's nipple clamps. Meanwhile Master decided it was time my feet were paid attention and began slapping them about a bit.

All three of us then came, myself while Master hugged me from behind and did things like play with my nipples.

Master then went to do some work on the computer and Sir and I cuddled and rested.

Later Master took his turn at cuddling up and being pampered by my mouth and hands for a pleasant end to a great day.

Collared and cuffed

Went with Master and Sir to Collared on 27th. Sir placed a holding collar around my neck as I have not got a proper full time one as yet. I thought I looked ok Sir and Master certainly did in leather. Sir in rubber underneath too!

On the way we had some food and arrived at the venue (which was a new one) a while after the start but even so there wasn't a great deal going on. We found a few people I recognised in the bar area but I was at a bit of a loss as in what to do. The people I knew where already involved with others and I never want to push myself in, I was also conscious that I didn't want to follow Master or Sir around like a lost puppy and be a nuisance.

Anyway both Master and Sir seemed bored with the event which was quiet in fact and they were both a bit less than enamoured with the event which they compared unfavourably to other SandM club nights - though Sir has said since that given it is a new venue they should give it more than one go before deciding on it.

It wasn't a bad price at £5 a head though if you ask me. But what do I know it was my first fetish club event and I've never been a club person anyway.

On returning to their flat I was treated to pleasant end to the evening sucking cock and the like.

While we were on the train Master had asked me if I wanted to play second string to him in a session where we would take another sub and abuse him. He showed me a text thread where he had been arranging things and I agreed to help out on the 30th.

I was looking forward to this, which would be a new experience. But in the end the guy never turned up. Sir did decide to spank me the number of times for my Birthday and put me over his knee. But didn't tell me in advance to count and I didn't so I got quite a few more which as my age is quite a lot anyway nowadays meant a warm bum to start the evening.

Anyway with no word from the sub we three all went out and had a nice meal instead. I do feel quite at home with the two of them who I am becoming increasing fond of. Sir showed me a behaviour I picked up on, of waiting for Master to return to the table before starting as Master was away when the waitress delivered the main course. He was of course quite right and I was pleased I'd picked up on it without anyone saying but just by Sir's good example.

Returning to the flat we chatted and had coffee but before long Master was talking about going to bed so I was brushing teeth and the like when I saw that Master was up again and in the play room looking through stuff. When I came out of the bathroom instead of heading into bed I was ordered into the play room where Master's leather cuffs were fixed around my wrists and I was strung up to the frame. I was then thrashed, on my back with a flogger quite a bit, and on bum a bit but particularly on the inside upper thigh - particularly on right leg with Master's crop - a favourite tool of his.

Sir kept on with the one spot on the thigh until I could take no more and had to get way. I'm sure at some point he will decide to just tie me in place and keep going and I await that with some trepidation.

As in fact with a lot of the scenes, I think about things and fantasise, but also dread the reality of it. From Chastity to being collared 24/7 to just being tied and struck more than I'd choose to, I dream and fear at the same time. I guess I need to be made to submit more.

However I don't want to request from Sir what he doesn't think I'm ready for nor to get a reputation for bottling it after I've asked for something, or of trying to run the scene for the sub role; something completely anathema to me.

Anyway I'll have to see what Easter brings - I know Master is busy but maybe I'll be lucky and we'll meet up at some point over the holiday.

Miss them both and they are often in my thoughts - though I don't know if they feel similarly - I hope and think they do.

Another Weekend

It's been an interesting weekend with some variety, on Friday I drove Master out into Kent for the day. It was to be a social day for us and a chance to get to know each other better and perhaps chat over things if we wanted in a more relaxed way.

We set off from Master's place at about 10:30 and went to see a vineyard I know near Tenterden, before heading off to Rye. Sir tried one of the wines and was impressed. He brought a couple of bottles and so did I. We also had a quick look around but being March there were no tours running. I think it might be somewhere that Master will want to return to both for the wine and the tour.

In Rye, Master took some photos and we mooched about the town looking at shops, the riverside, the views and the church. Unfortunately it kept coming over to shower but we went indoors and we had a nice dinner of fish and chips (though the coffee was a little, shall we say, "lacking") we ended up in the church which was very interesting if crying out for some repair work and the funds to do it.

Suddenly I noticed the time; the two hours I'd paid for in the car park was gone and in fact we were well over it! I hadn't expected we'd use so much time. We hurried back to the car and luckily no ticket (well they may not hire much in the way of a traffic warden staff out of season and during the week.)

Anyway we set off for a quick run around the coast before heading back inland to pick up the motorway and head home. Master was going away for the weekend so as we got into the London area I was concerned that there was a sign announcing the closure of a roundabout on our most direct route due to an accident. That was when the trouble started; everywhere I headed there was traffic. In the end the journey up to the M25 took an hour and quarter, the last few miles to Master's place took an hour on its own; putting Sir's timetable under pressure and I was stressed at the failure to foresee this and get him home in plenty of time.

Finally I got Master home and he was kind enough to say what a nice day he had. Not mentioning how my stress and failure had put a dampener on the end.

Well, I stripped off of course and had a cup of tea with both him and his partner, who is also his Alpha. Incidentally Sir has suggested that sometimes I write this in such a way to suggest they are two separate people, in fact they are of course the one nice guy.

We chatted while Sir got things sorted and I dropped him down the station for his trip into town.

Over the weekend while doing other things (like starting this post) I was online and had a few interesting conversations with five different people. I was chatting on both Recon and Slaveboys and at least 3 were very up for a meet with me, (and or with a third). Of course I will have to speak to Master about it - but looking interesting.

Meanwhile Master must have been having a conversation with one of his other boys because today he said to me that one had "asked if we (you, me and him) can have a session together. I want it! I'll show you how hard I can be with feet and he can show you how he worships mine, then I can keep him in the cage and he can see how I torture you and how you service me. :-D "

Well I'm well up for that - maybe it'd be the subject of my next blog.