Review of the year (particularly the last bit)

Well what to say? I've apologised so many times about not keeping this blog up to date that it is pointless to do it again. I do feel guilty about it, but when you are busy at work and so on finding the time and the motivation isn't easy.

When I started it, it was in response to the Master I was seeing having one himself and his encouraging me to do similar as a way of expressing myself and of his being able to see how I was feeling about what we were doing.

You know if you've read through those early times how I was enjoyed the learning experience, but adjusting to the idea of serving, particularly in adjusting my behaviour, or altering my look in ways which I hadn't considered before, was taking time. But I think I was getting there when that Master's work went manic and I never got to spend the time I needed with him.

So eventually I started looking for other people. I found the Master in East London who wanted so much and also wanted it yesterday, this including wanting me to have larger tits which he wanted to stretch, lower hanging balls which again he was going to stretch, and a tattoo (where only someone fucking me would see it proclaiming I was his) so after much heart searching I broke that off

But then I was still yearning for him and the hard hurting sex we had. And I think he was good for me in other ways, though his domination was such that I think I was under his spell! Even thinking about him as I write this my cock stirs.Anyway I got back in contact and in August this year went to see him. Again we had great sex as you can see from this pic.

But again his commitment wasn't there - meeting me in his workspace, or he was happy to come to mine, but any suggestion I should go to his home was not picked up. I should have said that he lived a long way away so that would have been a commitment for me, but I was willing, but he didn't share that interest. Then his work got busy, and he had problems with transportation and other issues so we were not meeting. I used to say hello on Recon when I saw him come on line - but the responses were limited - hello, how are you? still got problems, yes, sort of things.

He seldom started the conversation (well he did call me once on the phone, but only once) I started getting to the point where it seemed like I was making all the running and he was just being polite - in spite of his saying I was one of the best things ever, his actions didn't seem to be saying the same.

So I left him to contact me and really months have gone by and he hasn't - which still leaves me sad.

By the way - he didn't want me to write about us and what we were doing - hence (partly) the reason why posting have dropped off.

Another reason why they did / have, is because not much has been happening to be honest. I had an interesting holiday in Scotland with a number of people who were kink orientated though with a number of other who were not so it was a straightforward holiday with no sex but great fun anyway and quite openly gay most of the time at least.

But since I got back in August my sex life has been non-existent apart from the odd cuddle really - certainly nothing to write up on here.

I have become a regular at Collared and also recently at SM Gays but to date I haven't done anything more kinky than wear a collar and be on a lead at the former.

I've chatted to several people on Gaydar and Recon, as well as at SM Gays but I've not met anyone for various reasons, mostly around my rule that I won't accommodate people I've never met (there are several reasons, perhaps some silly and maybe it should be the subject for a post itself) and neither will they. Or they are a long way away, or they are already in relationships - some with females wanting to do stuff behind their partners backs - far too complicated to get involved with. Sometimes a combination of more than one of these. Though mostly it's been about age v experience, or cowardice or incompatibility with what people say they want But for whatever reason that's where I am, or not as the case may be.

Recently I've been chatting at length with a guy from up North who has said many nice things about me and has written some interesting stuff...

"I'd love to degrade and totally humiliate you, if I could find a place, and I think I know of one, I'd attach you to a st Andrews cross, attach electrodes to your stretched and clamped balls, and one to your cock, I'd put a catheter into you so I could control your piss, the hose would be aimed at your mouth and you'd be wearing a spider gag to hold your mouth open.

I'd make you drink a couple of litres of water before hand.

I'd hang weights, possibly vibrating from your nipples and put pegs on your body.

When I thought your bladder couldn't take any more, I'd open the tap on the catheter and spray your piss down your throat and all over your pathetic body.

All this time, electricity has been passing through your aching balls and down your cock, you're rock hard, but you know that if you cum, I'll tighten the screws on the clamp on your balls and whip your cock.

All this time other guys have been watching you, slapping you, gobbling on you, pissing on you.

After I've finished doing that, I take all my apparatus off you, and use a riding crop on your now very tender body.

I then tie you over a table so your cunt is available, I write on your arse in permanent maker "slave, fuck me, abuse me" then sit back and watch you get raped over and over.

I wouldn't be satisfied until you were sobbing"

...and while some of that is a bit heavy, well some of it would be fun! And nothing is a definite no-no.

Well he is talking about coming to London in the New Year and I expect I'll see him then. If I can wait that long as he sounds so sexy and into so many things I am that I'm seriously thinking I ought to go up and visit him. If he was closer I'd have been there already (if I was welcome) the problem being a cheap ticket you have to book so far in advance it isn't suitable for spur of the moment dashing off to see someone in a city where you've never been to meet a guy you only know from online - but that may change over the next few days if encouraged by him to ....

I've also been asked (ordered?) by another guy I first started chatting to online several years ago to meet him at SM Gays in January to serve him.

He said in out conversation ...

"I think I owe you a beating!" to which I replied "... i'd love to take you up on that Sir"

and that was followed by

"Ok...talk to me after christmas. I want to take you to the hoist and do a hard session there with you .... I can see you moaning like a bitch at the next sm gays as my belt lands on your arse...you completely naked and being made to look your audience in the face...cock flapping about as I hit you!" ....

"Yes...you will have nice bruises to show to your friends after...well at least a nice red arse and back" ....

"Your mates will see you munching on my cock too wont they? Kneeling down lika a good boy, your face buried in my crotch trying to smell my cok thru my jeans and then my briefs....feeling your buttocks nice and warm..." ....

"Do you think they will feel sorry for you? It will be a tough and humiliating session wont it? " ....

Well the answer is obviously yes and painful, and I'm out of practice and never done anything like it in public - so I'm very doubtful at the moment

I want to, but i'm scared to...

Ah well we'll see how I feel on the night!

Finally I was contacted the other evening by some top guy on Recon who said he liked this blog and I ought to write more, well Sir here it is and I hope you like it.

If you want to see more - perhaps you'll think about helping me with a few ideas???

Again apologies for my lack of posts in recent months - I hope now you'll all understand why and forgive me I will not say I'm making a new years resolution to improve nor promise to a particular frequency, but I do promise that until I say otherwise the blog is not dead - when / if it is then I'll post so (even if I took the rest down under some new master's instruction. )

Hope to write loads in the new year as that means i'll be having fun - take care and have fun folks

A contact from the past.

Yesterday I was feeling randy, and as you know if you've read previous entries on my blog it's been a while....

Anyway a guy I first met on Recon (recon.com) a few years ago came online and said hello.

Well a little while later I was knocking on his door!

Not long after that my wrists were in restraint and I was heading towards my first session in quite a while.

First he tied my growing cock into a leather sleeve with pins on the inside and strapped it up and followed it by tying my balls, all the time snogging me.

Sitting me on the side he started torturing my nipples, he then got out a gas mask and put it on me. Using its seal to control my breathing, he alternated this with adding pegs to my chest and sides, even my ears at one point.

This continued for a while before he tied me up St Andrews Cross style and flogged me, that was a quite painful and I ended up with quite a red back. He broke the flogging into a load a short but intense bouts followed by short breaks never letting a rhythm build up, and followed it with some strikes on my arse with a paddle. I was getting the full effect and being out of practice found it all a bit difficult to take.

After this, he started to impale me on his cock and interspersed that with an large dildo, which I again found difficult to take being a little out of practice.

By now I was certainly getting high on my endorphins but was still finding the pain intense, and difficult to place aside as I have managed in the past.

Taking me down from hanging I was bent over and fucked more at the same time being slapped on my back and sides and more pegs attached which this time were the tiny ones which hurt like hot needles on some delicate parts.

Put onto my back I was again fucked and snogged with some cuddles thrown in until he came, I was by now so endorphined up as to find that a little difficult.

An interesting session which has this morning left me with a number of marks on my back and tender ear lobes

... and again in a few days!

Well It must have been the busiest few days for late nights I've had in years.

Normally as I get up for work every day at 6 I'm home and sorting out things for turning in by 11, and there are few days I'm not even in bed by midnight on a weekday.

Last week however I was out meeting the guy previously mentioned and chatting so that I didn't walk indoors till midnight and the next day was out in pub with friends so didn't get in till 11 gone.

Thursday was the previously mentioned SMGays and Friday I visited some friends for dinner which meant I wasn't home till 12:30am Still I didn't have to get up on Good Friday or the Saturday at 6 so that was fine.

Saturday I got up at a reasonable time in order to do the usual before heading out for the day. First to coffee and drinks before some dinner and then onto Collared! (http://www.collaredevents.com)

Arriving in Central Station I met up with some of the usual suspects that I spend time with and had a couple of drinks before heading down to the cellar bar.

Chatting with mates in a bar is always fun but tonight we had a lot of demos to watch as there seemed to be a lot going on as well as avoiding stepping to the tails of the increasing number of pups or their bowls - which a couple of the guys did at one point.

One guy was tied to the cross and had a lot of weigh hung from both his balls and his nipples, then there was a whole load of wax poured over a couple of subs while they laid on a massage table. One of them had a very hairy chest so I don't envy his job picking the wax off.

The other guy who took loads of wax had previously had a bloody good hiding both on the butt with some serious red marks and what was obviously a bruise showing even before it stopped, and with a flogger on his back.

After the wax demo had ended and the sub stood up there was a lot of sweat left on the table from his back - well it was warm as well I guess but I think it was mostly the heat crated by the flogging.

During the evening I bumped into the guy I was standing next to on the Thursday at SMGays and he told me that after I'd left he went and did it, and ended up with a sore back!

Well as they say if you don't do something you'll end up regretting it and I've often known what they mean - just another time to add to the list - well there is always another time I s'pose...

Sore Nipples...

Well a few days later and my nipples are sore and scabby, even a little bruised?

As you can see - but I'm sure will soon be better


...and I'm sure they will be again!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Ownership? Part 3

Part 3 15th February

Last night I when to visit Master Himself again and his Alpha. I had been invited to dinner and told to arrive at 4:30 but not strip in line with standing orders as Sir said he'd probably be cooking and didn't want to get grease on me.

In fact when I got there Sir was happily ensconced in the kitchen and His Alpha let me in. After an initial greeting both His Alpha and I were shooed out of his way with His Alpha told to look after me.

This ended up with His Alpha instructing me to strip off my top so that he could play with my nipples, rapidly evolved to looking after his nipples and then his cock.

He then put a leather waistcoat (or vest as an american would say) on me with my nipples treated to a couple of those biting little tit clamps on either end of a short chain.

My nipples were stretched quite painfully with the chain while Sir enjoyed the looks on my face as well as service on his cock.

Our Master came in during a moment of relative inactivity in the kitchen to see, i guess, how we were going and to tell us dinner would be ready soon and for us to get the table ready etc.

Sir suggested to Master Himself that he might like to see the clamps taken off me and indeed they both enjoyed the pain in my chest - as i did too with Sir massaging the blood back into my nipples!

Dinner was very pleasant with great conversation with really nice people. Roast chicken and all the trimmings. We chatted about all sorts, and I told them thatI had been re-thinking about Sir's offer. The evening we had down the pub had been very pleasant, I hadn't felt a distance or that i "was in the way" as I had previously and I had decided I want to give slavery with them a try.

I made my proposal, which was to give the arrangement a trial and said I didn't expect an immediate answer.

We carried on chatting and having a pleasant evening before turning into bed.

Staying the night, made simpler as I wasn't at work today, I was there the next morning when Master Himself had to go to work leaving His Alpha and I to finish up tidying from the night before and doing the washing up.

Getting up in the morning - I was of course back to standing orders and naked as I worked in the kitchen.

Sir's Alpha decided that after the tidying was done we should continue where we had left off the previous day, so took me into the bedroom and got me started on his cock. But first got me dressed in a leather waistcoat and leather shirt buttoned tightly over those nipple clips! But first he also added two very heavy set of handcuffs on my arms over the shirt.

Suffice to say after a painful (for my nipples) session I was suitably rewarded.

I had a great start to the day - it had been a great weekend, i had really started to feel like I was part of something, never have I had friends into S&M, so to be able to do more than just have a quick spank and go session means so much, but now I have to await Master Himself and his response to my proposal….

Opinion - and A Social Evening

Recently prior to the last couple of posts, I got chatting to a master in Brighton. He seemed ok and he said liked the look of my arse.

I let him know about my position, with a trainer and that this Master wanted me to be his and pointed him to my blog – as it existed then.

His view was, “I read you blog about ownership and the one where you went to the pics.... You should go for it fella you dont want to be 60 and regret a missed opportunity ...

... be appreciate of what you have and dont look over your shoulder for something else. If it is not right you can leave... they seem a nice couple.. There are loads of men on here that wld sell there own sister to have what you have... stop creating drama for yourself and live life you silly slave”

And since I wrote the second “ownership” blog part I am starting to come more around to the idea...

Yesterday when Master Himself come online i said “hello” and wondered if he wanted to meet up for some of that social time we were speaking about. He suggested a little later that if i came over we could go out down the pub.

I headed over there for just after Six, and the three of us went out. Getting a set of armchairs near the pub's fire we had a very pleasant evening chatting and getting more relaxed about each other and building links.

Afterwards back at their's, where I stripped as per standing orders, my bruises from the previous visit were inspected and my skin was stroked tactilely as we sat together on the sofa chatting some more.

Sir's Alpha also seems to like teasing my half erect cock, standing it up and watching it subside, only to raise it again. They both also decided it might be fun to squeeze a Nipple each.luckily not in competition! All in all we had some sexually based but not sexual laughs and fun in between the chit chat.

Eventually though it was obviously getting late, and Sir had things to do, so though I was welcome to stay i slipped away to give them space.

I hope we have similar times again soon, i think if we do i can start to see what being collared will mean.

Not in sexual service, (though that is of interest as there is a limit how much damage a body can take at a time), but also in other ways when sexual service isn't the requirement. Spending time as friends socially together.

Master's Alpha - a social evening out

Master's Alpha - a social evening out

Since my last entry Master Himself has been away for Christmas so I haven't had any sessions - one I had planned with another Master (with permission) fell through because of work commitments and so my training has been on hold.

During this time however i have been pondering the whole ownership question as i posed last time. Of course i have also had a nice relax over the holiday - particularly as the bad weather didn't make me feel like going far afield.

In fact i did have a chance to clear up a couple of points with Master Himself's partner and Alpha as I had asked if he wanted to go and see the new film Avatar. We got on ok and after the film I was invited in for coffee, I accepted

During the evening we chatted and he told me that he was aware that his Master was thinking of taking me on as another member of his string,.

Master's Alpha must obviously be in charge in their home, (even when i am not owned and the evening is predominately social) and i had promised myself that i would explicitly demonstrate respect and that i understood what our relative positions are and would be if i took up Master Himself's offer. So while Sir (for that is what i call him) was making the coffee i approached and fell to my knees and placed his hands on my head in an act of submission - i got hard *blush* (well he is sexy as well as the act of submission itself turning me on.)

It was a very pleasant evening, and we had got to know each other much better and i like him very much. However it was a "school night" (as they say) and had to be up for work the next day; so decided i best leave. Again i got to my knees and again the act of submission turned me on - this time Sir twisted my nipples - Hard, and as i jerked back with the strength of the pain Sir positioned me back where he wanted me instructing me to stay put (i did a little ashamed i'd moved) - but it had also made Sir hard which was pleasing! After a couple of minutes showing me he understood our relative positions quite well he gave me a hug and sent me homeward.

He is a really nice guy - they are both lucky having each other - and i think to have found them and find they seem to like me makes me quite lucky too. Now if only I can settle how to … how I want to … how they will want me to relate to them...

What does ownership mean?