Tuesday, December 20, 2011

12 Days of Sub Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 1 solid erection.

On the 2nd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 2 blue balls.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 3 chrome cock rings.

On the 4th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 4 padlocks.

On the 5th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 5 silver chains.

On the 6th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 6 whip lashes.

On the 7th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 7 large dildos.

On the 8th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 8 rubber mask.

On the 9th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 9 solid cock lashes.

On the 10th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 10 binding ropes.

On the 11th day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 11 pieces of duck tape.

On the 12 day of Christmas my true Owner gave to me - 12 seconds to make the Owner cum.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Lonely Lotion Time

It seems like more and more these days I'm having lonely lotion time. By "Lonely Lotion Time," I mean basically time alone jacking off. I was very fortunate when I was owned. I have always had loving owners who wanted their slaves to be happy. Whether it was having sex, being jacked off, jacking off for my owner's pleasure, or jacking off for my owner's friends, I was pretty much fulfilled....well, emptied...most of the time. I naturally had a lot of service time. Female owners required specific service on my knees as did my Male owners.

So, what has changed lately is I don't have anyone controlling my masturbation. I have had a few online Dominants tell me to go jack it in a cup and drink it, but nobody has really taken the title of owner. I am therefore left to my own devices. Sometimes I'm pumping away into a cup, sometimes on a towel, and sometimes just across my chest as I lean back. However, I decide to take care of business, I'm always alone. I spent a lot of time doing exactly what my owner said to do. When she died, I was left with a void in my life. No longer did she command me to sit on her dildo, stretch me out on a table blindfolded and tied while her friends came by, or order me to have sex with her. She died, but I had spent so much time looking only at her, I lost touch with the BDSM world. No real contacts anymore and you have to admit the contacts have changed. Everyone wants you to join a group, send money, belong to this web page, etc. Nobody just wants to have a slave. So, I'm left alone.

I have to admit that I would love to have another party and be told to masturbate for my owner's friends before. It would often be the case where several of them had never seen a man jack off before. They would laugh, talk and simply enjoy the show. You should have heard the laughter, yelling, and whooping whenever my owner would have me jack off on her feet and then clean it up with my mouth while her friends watched. Today, I'm stuck with some lotion, a cup, and a lot of memories. So until someone decides when and how I will take care of business, I'll just keep going with Lonely Lotion Time.

Cheers.

Friday, December 16, 2011

The Garrroting Chair

Some of you will remember that I have a friend, Master Max, who will sometimes use me for fun when I'm between owners (which has been a long time recently by the way). A few years ago he called me and wanted me to come out for a little fun.

When I arrived, I immediately assumed the role of his slave. He took me to his made up dungeon and showed me a new chair he had made. It had a high back with a strap high, midway, and wide slits at the top above the high strap. The seat was in a V shape with boards on the inside. I could immediately tell that it was designed for the slave (or in this case me) to sit with legs spread wide. There was even a nice rubber cock sticking up an inch or two where the slave would sit.

He quickly explained the device to me saying, "You'll sit here with your legs spread and strapped down. This lower strap will go around your waist and the upper strap around your chest. I will then cuff your hands here (he pulled handcuffs that were hanging on either side up, I had not see those) and then slide a belt through here." Where he showed me he was going to slide a belt put the belt around my neck. It hit me then that this was a garrote chair, and worse it was designed to kill someone.

Since I have no desire to die, I reminded Master Max of that fact. He assured me that he was not going to kill me and that I would find the exercise very pleasurable. I've known Master Max for a long time and I do trust him, so I sat down in the chair.

Immediately, I was greeted by the cock in the seat up my ass. Thankfully he had lubed it a little and then I was strapped into the chair. Master Max put a ball gag in my mouth and then slid the belt around my neck. He used a wide belt so as to not leave any marks and to increase the amount of pressure he could apply.

He wasted no time snugging the belt down and I found it hard to breath. He walked around in front of me, knelt down and took out some K-Y and began to work my cock over. It seemed like I was instantly hard, and at this point he went around and tightened the belt more. Now I almost could not breath and my vision was starting to get blurry again, but it was okay because Master Max was back jacking my cock.

When I felt like I was about to explode, Master Max went behind me again and tightened the belt. This time there was a huge sensation of passing out. My vision narrowed a lot more and I began to panic a little. Master Max immediately assured me everything was okay and starting jacking me off again. Just when I thought I was about to explode, Master reached down and took hold of my balls and squeezed them. I instantly shot out a huge load and shook all over from top to bottom. I thought for sure I was going to pass out, and I may have. The next thing I knew Master Max was helping me into the bed. He put me face down and made sure I was comfortable. I lay there half in a daze and completely worn out. I heard him move into bed beside me and felt that I should service him. I tried to rise, but he pushed me back down and said soothingly, "Just rest."

I was resting between half sleep and pleasure as I felt Master Max behind me. He parted my ass gently and slide himself into me. He had lubed up well and I had no muscle control so he went right in. After several minutes, he moaned and I felt his rod widen and my insides felt warm. I passed out asleep at that point.

It was my first time in a Garrote Chair, but I have to admit that with the right person it can be wonderful and sexually fulfilling. Keep in mind I've known Master Max for many years. There is a huge trust factor involved here.