Monday, April 17, 2017

Locked Up for .....Nobody

It's been awhile since I have posted here, but to be honest I have been swamped with work. I've also been constantly looking for a new owner. I must admit, it's hard....no pun intended...to find an owner in this world. Everyone seems only interested in financial slaves. Well anyway, here's what I've been up to... I decided about two weeks ago now to lock myself up. I still have a nice, plastic chastity cage. It has the standard lock on top and fits in such a way to allow my balls to be slightly pushed out. I can still use the restroom and have honestly had it off for cleaning, but otherwise I have worn it constantly. Now, if you know anything about these plastic cages, then you know the steel lock clicks each time you walk. In other words it's like you're announcing to the world that you have something metal in your pants. The best way to remedy this little problem is to wrap some tissue around the lock, and tape it on. Once done, it muffles the clicking sound when you walk. So, it's been two weeks of cock-binding, hard-on killing, chastity so far. I'm thinking of going for a month and then seeing what sort of load I can produce. As I get older, I find changes occurring daily to my sexual abilities. Let me tell you something Doms....while you're out there pound as much ass and as much pussy as you can. When you find yourself older, you'll just be happy to have some little slut fondling your balls. Well, I digress. It's time to go take the cock out and clean it again. I'll try to keep you updated and maybe even post a picture of the load when it comes time. Just remember, this is for nobody....maybe you'd like to be in control????

Monday, August 22, 2016

First Cock in the Ass

I've written about a lot of first times on this blog, but I believe this is the first time I've told about a Dom fucking me. It was several years ago and I was a pretty young sub. Naturally, I had my ass played with, even poked and prodded with various items, but I never had a full grown man's dick inside me. I had been owned by my Dom for sometime and we were both tested, so protection was not a problem. Our usual routines consisted of me sucking him off, cleaning his home, doing his laundry and fixing him meals. In turn I got to sleep in his bed, wear his collar and occasionally, I got to jack off while he or his friends watched. It was late one night when my Dom pushed in a contraption he had made. He looked at me for a moment before saying, "Doug, do you trust me." I naturally replied "Yes" at which point I was instructed to climb up on the contraption. The device was padded down the middle of a two by four and framed in such a way that I had to lay on one two by four on my stomach, with my chin on the board causing me to look almost straight up if I was standing. My arms were then secured to two other boards near my mid checks and aiming out. The board ended about my naval and there a V was made that each leg had to be secured in. I basically looked like a Spinx or something of a statue. First he secured my head and neck, then my arms and waist and finally each let. I was essentially on all fours with my ass, balls and cock exposed and spread behind me. My master moved behind me and rubbed my buttock for several minutes, he then reached down to my dangling balls and cock and began to stroke them. My first thought was this was some kind of milking board and he was going to milk me off. After a moment he stopped, leaving my cock bouncing around I might add, and asked me if I was ready for the next level. I replied I was to which I felt his finger enter my ass. I could tell immediately that his finger was lubed with something, so I expected that the next thing might be a dildo, or probe or something, but then I remember the feeling. I felt something hard and alive at my ass door. I felt his upper thigh area against my legs and his hips against my butt. Without a word or warning, I felt his hot and throbbing cock slide into my ass. At first it hurt like hell, but then I could tell he had lubed up. Slowly he began fucking my ass. At first I thought it felt like a dildo, but then there was something different. He pushed in several times hitting my prostate and causing me to get hard. I know I began to moan outloud because he said, "That's good, take it like a slut" to which I even moaned more. While it seemed like forever, it must have only been a few minutes before my Master unloaded into me. I felt him grow, throb, and actually pump into me with his read dick. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever known before. When he was finished with me, I was left trembling in the knees and my ass squeezing for more as his juice dripped out of me. Later we were laying in bed as he was watching the late show with me leaning on his shoulder. He looked over at me and asked me if I liked being fucked in the ass.....I smiled, nodded, and went under the covers. He came again, this time filling my mouth, within a few minutes....it was fine, the late show was a rerun anyway.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

By His Balls

There is a very old saying in the world, "Grab a man by his balls and his heart and mind will soon follow." As to the point as they saying is, the more important thing to remember is that it's true. The key to a man is his balls. If you want to make your man happy, massage his balls. If you want to make a slave obedient, torture his balls. It's been done all through history. Enemy soldiers capture on the battlefield and put into slavery or sold as slaves often had that little modification done first.....removal of the balls. It made them docile and showed they were no longer men, simply beat and owned slaves. Eunuchs have been around for hundreds of years and often made that way to ensure they did not tamper with the women of the king, or owner of the slaves. Face it, it's still the way to a man's heart. Like most men I had to learn this the hard way. I was always submissive. From the time I was a young kid in school I always wanted to captured by the girls team, or treated as their slave, or whatever came to my mind as we played. I can remember playing the yard one time and we had captured a blond girl - just happened to be one I was smitten with - and the boys tied her up. I can remember sitting there thinking, "That should be me tied up, not her," but even still there was something about her that was attractive tied up. Much later in life when I first submitted to a woman the first thing that happened was I was stripped. Standing in front of her nude she began to inspect my cock and balls with her hand. Naturally it shot up rock hard to greet her....this though was not received with tender affection or love....instead a hard slap to the cock, a quick grasp of both my nuts in her palm - effectively putting me on the floor, and a couple of snaps later I found my self fitted with my first cock cage. It was a plastic container that allowed my cock to grow, but only with small pain. That Mistress continued to teach me for sometime over the duration of her ownership. I wore a cock cage almost constantly, had no sexual relationships, and was only let out of the cage for cleaning - which another male slave completed for me roughly and if I showed any signs of an erection, he would firmly grasp my balls together and squeeze them until the erection died off. I learned the erection had better die off quickly. I went through all sorts of CBT -but finally after about six weeks of training, this Mistress had me brought before her and again stripped. This time my cock cage was removed. She examined me closely and to my shock and her delight, my cock just hung limp as she held it. She comment that I had learned well, brought in one of her female slaves, had her strip in front of me and display herself for me....She then taught me my final lesson and said, "The only time you will ever be allowed to have an erection is if it pleases your owner, you are being allowed to relieve yourself, you are fucking or performing with another slave for your owner's pleasure. Otherwise, your pleasure days are over." After her speech she motioned to the female slave showing her self to me, "She is very attractive. You may not touch her, but you will show her that you are nothing but a male slave - female slaves are above you even - and you will jack off while looking at her so that I may watch and she will know that she is attractive to you." After all the punishment, it took a few minutes but before I knew it I had shot a load out onto the floor and felt like I was owned not only by the Mistress, but also by her slave. It was then that I learned that any slave shooting his load is required to clean it up....without any cleaning supplies-but that's a story for another time.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Always For Her Fun

Several years ago when I was still a young, viral, stud and the very thought of a sexual activity, no matter how degrading or how much was involved would turn my cock into a rock hard statue, I had a somewhat overweight Mistress. She had no problem getting me aroused and although I had never been turned on by what most people would call a "fat chick," she somehow always managed to keep me hard and in suspense. She had been a paramedic, before she got too out of shape and became a volunteer for the unit, so this position afforded her the opportunity to have some fun with the supplies. Believe me, you've never been tied until you've been tied on a stretcher board, nude with your cock pointing straight up into the cool air of the room. After about a month of service, my Mistress decided she was going to give me a treat. I knew she had other slaves, but I wasn't sure what she meant by treat. She explained to me that I would get to eat out one of her female slaves. She said that because I had been so good to her, she had picked a special slave for me and that if I could make the slave cum, I would get an additional treat. As you can imagine I was thrilled. Being a young, and somewhat dumb, slave, I figured that I could make her female slave cum in no time. I also figured that the "additional treat" could only mean my own release to cum. I fantasized licking the clit of a firm, slim and hot slave before mounting her and pounding away on her. I had seem many of the other slaves Mistress had and believe me, they were hot little things that visited from time-to-time. My big day came and I was tied to a bed on my back and told that I would have to make the slave cum as she sat on my face. To my surprise, my Mistress then proceeded to place two little tubes in my nose attached to a hose. As I heard the hissing sound of air coming through the tubes and going deep into my nose I remembered the time she had somehow gotten some dental gas and used it on me. I laughed half the night thinking everything from a meat thermometer sticking out of my dick to a plunger handle in my butt was funny (don't worry, it was one of those very short handles...lol. This time though it was not any gas, but instead it seemed to be oxygen. I breathed and looked at my Mistress with what must have been a questioning look. "Oh, I don't want you to die while you're satisfying my other slave, so you'll be able to breath this and lick as needed. It was a new idea, but I liked it. It mean I wouldn't have to come up from driving the hot little slave crazy for air. The next thing that surprised me a little was Mistress put my cock in a cage. As I had mentioned, at this time I stayed hard a lot, but a simple thumb from the palm of her hand and a firm testicle twist and my cock shrank instantly. The cage was slipped on me and locked in place. Mistress said I was now ready. A slave with a collar only walked into the room. To my horror she was almost twice as large as Mistress. This was not a dainty little slave like I had seen around the house. This lady had fat rolls where fat should not be. I was horrified. She got up on the bed and made her way to my head smiling. Slowly she lowered herself down on my face. The rolls of fat were pulled away as she settled onto my face, covering my mouth, nose, eyes, and chin. I immediately started to lick and was only imagining what having to fuck this huge slave was going to be like. Naturally the oxygen worked just like it was supposed to and I didn't suffocate, but I sure did eat the biggest I have ever ate. When Mistress' slave finally came, it was in waves that washed over my face. She got off and I could see Mistress sitting there clapping her hands together as if thrilled. She got up and wiped off my face. I was at least happy that I was going to get to cum. I knew the fat slave was a lot, but I was used to Mistress so it wouldn't be too bad. "Well, you get your treat now," she said as she reached for the cock cage, took it in her hand, and then gave it a little bounce off my lower stomach. It smacked with me inside and restrained. "Now you get to lay right there and watch my slave and me make out for the next hour or so.....I'm sure I'll smile a lot and cum a lot since you like fat girls cumming." My heart sank. Not only did I just eat out her fat slave, but I prepared her for making out with my Mistress. She smiled one last time before the slave dove hungrily between her spread legs. "You didn't think the reward was for your fun did you? Remember slut, it's always for my fun."

Monday, November 30, 2015

Claustrophobia and the Aging Slave

It seems the older I get, the more claustrophobic I feel as my erections seem to wane and fail. Perhaps it is diet, age, or a lack of physical exercise but the two issues seem to go hand-in-hand. I had recently noticed a claustrophobic feeling in elevators, closed spaces, and even in small showers. I would start to feel a panic and even a constriction on my breathing. Now, for a slave who has been wrapped in plastic wrap, tied completely, hog tied and even shoved into tiny cages, this is not a good thing to feel. I was even reading about a Domme who puts her male slaves into small box like cages complete with butt plugs and dildos that provide water and I started to panic! I started to think, "Oh crap, what if a future owner wanted to do this to me?" The other matter I face is the waning or apparently dying off of the mighty erection. There was a time when I could simply think about a Master or Mistress standing over me and instantly spring to erection life! Now even the thought of a good knee in the balls does little for my cock and it's need to rise up. In fact, it seems he lays around more than he shoots up these days. I read an erotic story, and he just stays flat. I think about a Mistress riding my ass into the ground, and he stays down. I recently spoke to one Mistress who would find this nice since she does not equate sexuality with any form of BDSM. While that's nice, I have to admit that I got into being a submissive because it aroused me. I didn't run around and think, "Wow, what would it feel like if a Master spanked by balls with that paddle?" just for the hell of thinking about it. No, like other slaves it caused me to spring to life. I guess as I see it, I have a couple of choices. First, I could live with the claustrophobia and have my Masters or Mistress put it to good use for their entertainment and my torture. I could also live with the limp cock and allow it to be amusement for a Master or Mistress. I could resort to medications for both. I could allow some aspiring Mistress or Master to finally own me completely and have a medical castration performed. Or, finally I could become dominant and select willing young men and women as my own slaves, teach them the ways of being a slave, and maybe occasionally allow them a moment of dominance to meet my submissive needs. Whatever the decision is I make, one thing is for sure....I'm not the horny 30 year old slave that I once was. I have to accept age and time and maybe somewhere a collar will have my name on it still.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Google Censorship

Hello friends. I am sad to report today that Google has suspended my profile because it violates their Porn policies. I would have assumed that I would have violated them years ago! LOL However, I went into my policy, deleted pictures, changed the profile tag lines and took out reference to being a BDSM submissive slave. We'll wait to see what happens In the meantime, I will continue to blog here and keep you update with memories, thoughts and other information. If you wish to contact me, please do so and remember Twitter still believes in Free Speech as does several other blog sites. Who knows, I might move before long back to Yahoo....never had this happen on Yahoo. To my fellow subs - hugs. To the Doms and Dommes out there - a gentle kiss to your feet. I'll be back soon. Doug

Friday, January 2, 2015

Helping Him Get Ready for His Slave

A few years ago a friend of mine, a dominant man, contacted me and asked me when I would be in town for a few days. He lives in Memphis, TN, so it was not unusual for me to be in town a lot for various work. I checked my calendar and found that I would be there in about a month. He said okay and asked to have dinner and "catch up."

The time crawled by and the day finally came. Because we have no dominant / submissive relationship, we simply met as friends. We each know the preference though, and I can't say that I did not expect some "Play" time to come out of dinner and catching up. After a short talk he admitted something to me that was surprising. He told me that he had never whipped a slave before. I thought it was odd and asked him how he had gone through life as a Dom and never whipped a slave.

He went on to explain to me that he had always simply left the whip out of the equation. He had used handcuffs, ball stretchers, spreaders, and blindfolds for fun. He had even mastered the ability to use a vibrator and cause his slaves to cum without ever touching their cock or balls....that was interesting to me to say the least at the time.

I told him that I had been whipped a few times and that it wasn't really anything major. I explained to him that we were not talking about whipping a slave to the point of some Cat-of-Nine-Tails type beating, but that it should still sting, leave red marks, and get the slaves attention.

He then told me that he had a new slave boy who was begging him to whip him. He had read all the stuff online, obtained a nice whip, and felt sure he was ready to "beat" his little slut. He just wanted to practice a little and be sure. It was at this point that he asked me to be his practice slave so he would get it right. He told me that whether he hit too hard or not hard enough he knew his slave would not complain. He wanted to get the right amount of sting to keep the slave's interest and arousal without really hurting the slut. He knew that I would be honest in a session and tell him when to increase and decrease. I laughed and said I'd love to be his "whipping test subject," but that I wanted one thing in return....afterwards I wanted him to make me cum using his vibrator only without touching my cock and balls. I wanted to see what his magic talent was that had people talking and him bragging.

We went to his place where he had a nice dungeon set up. He snapped my legs into a spreader bar, cuffed my feet to the floor cuffs and then cuffed both my hands over my head. I had stripped already so that the effect would be full for the way he wanted to try out his new whip. He started slowly and swatted me a few times on the ass. He then worked up my back and then down my lower back legs. He came around front and hit my thighs a few times before concentrating on my stomach area and nipples. I have to admit he was pretty good for someone who had never whipped anyone before. He continued this routine for about ten minutes working slowly to harder and harder slaps. Only once was a afraid that he was going to hit my balls, the rest of the time he had perfect aim. At the ten minute mark he was raising red spots and asked me if I wanted to stop. I indicated that he should continue a few minutes more to ensure he had the feel for everything. The next few swats caused my body to jolt either forward or backward depending on where he hit. I have to admit they hurt and I told him he might want to be cautious with his slave in that area.

After we had finished, I could feel the red marks stinging me. He asked me if I wanted him to cause me to cum now or wanted to wait. I said it would be fine right now and that I was interested in how his approach worked. It had been rumored that slaves would cum within minutes of him using his vibrator.

He took me down from his whipping area...that's what I decided it would be caused now that he was moving into this phase and took me over to a modified chair. The chair had a hole in the bottom of it so I sat down as if going to the toilet. He then restrained my legs to the legs of the chair my arms to the arms and put a leather strap around my chest to tighten me against the chair. I had noticed it was connect to what appear to be a spinning device and suspected that the chair would turn. It did turn. Within a minute he spun the chair almost upside down. My lets were almost straight toward the roof however the chair kept the opening....and my opening at a level almost 45 degree angle. He locked the chair in place. I could feel blood rushing to my head at this angle, but relaxed.

My friend then explained to me that he used a combination of vibrations and electrical current to achieve the "Touch-less-cum" as he liked to call it. I felt his finger lube my hole just before two slender cylinders were inserted. I immediately felt one of them began to vibrate and then I started feeling a small shock, about like a nine volt on your tongue, deep inside me. I wanted to tense up at first, but I immediately noticed my cock grew hard. I could tell almost at once that both of these devices were resting on my prostrate. I suddenly understood how he was able to cause his slaves to cum so fast. I felt the intensity of the vibrations and current increase and knew he was turning up his device. I mentally told myself not to cum. I wanted to see how long I could....it did work. Within a minute or two, I felt my cock twitching on it's own, my balls drawing tight to my body and that familiar rush of cumming overtaking me. Next thing I knew, huge globs of cum started leaping out of my rock hard cock. They shot up my stomach and onto my chest and nipples. I heaved hard as he pulled out the probes and walked around the chair.

He asked me what I thought while the blood was still rushing to my head. I felt his had on my stomach wiping up the cum when he said, "You know, I'm still the Dom here. You made a deal for the whipping, but I still have to come out on top. You know what that means?" I nodded my head as I felt his hand raking up the cum on his hand. He brought the hand to my open mouth and said, "Good boy. Thank you for helping me learn the best way to whip my new slave.....now eat up."