Thursday, September 27, 2012

Family Notification

I had always hidden the fact that I was a submissive male addicted to the world of serving males and females while tied to their leashes. My family had no idea that I was living a dual life. Actually, to this day, I'm not sure which family members may know and which ones do not, but I'm sure that at least one does know. A few years ago I was with my Mistress at her home when she decided to have a party. It was not unusual for me to serve in some capacity at the parties. I would walk around naked and ask people if they wanted drinks, sometimes I would stand and hold a tray of food, and other times I would be blindfolded and put in some strange place or position. This time I was told that I was going to cum for the party. I have to admit just the thought of being able to cum after two weeks in a cock cage was a nice idea. The night of the party came and I was blindfolded. My Mistress took me around the room showing me off to different people in the room. I realized who a few of them were from their voices, but not all. I had the feeling that there was way more in the room than I had been introduced to. When the appointed time for me to put on a show for my Mistress' friends, I was lead to the center of the room. My cock cage was removed and I was told to hold out my hand. I did so and felt cool lube as it plopped into my hand. "Stroke," commanded my Mistress. I began to stroke my cock immediately just as I had always done when commanded to do so. After a moment, I was rock hard, but then she told me to stop. I was then told to hold out my arms, which I did, and I felt a plastic doll placed in them. My Mistress then said, "Fuck it like a man on the floor." I knelt down with my cock still bouncing around and entered the plastic doll. I started screwing the daylights out of the doll. I heard small bits of laughter around the room and some people talking about me using such words as "slut," "asshole" and "dumbass". I continued to ignore them as best as I could had started humping the doll faster. I was just about to cum when I heard my Mistress say, "Stand up and leave the doll." I stood up with my cock bouncing around in the air. She then told me to finish the job myself. I knew this meant that I was not only having to fuck the doll for her friends, but now they were going to watch me jack off as well. I felt my Mistress' hand on my shoulder and realized that she was standing right beside me. "Jack it and make a snack," she commanded. I knew this meant that she, or someone, was in front of me holding a cup, plate or something and that I was going to explode into or onto it and then have to swallow my own cum. Being a slut that I am, this just caused me to jack faster. "When you cum, tell everyone what you are and how you feel about me," my Mistress commanded. As I felt myself about to cum, I proclaimed loudly, "I'm a male dog and I below to my Mistress. She owns me, all of me and I love to serve her!" As I completed the statement, globs of man-jam leaped from my cock. I heard it hitting what sounded like a plate. When I had finished, she asked me what a good slave should do. I responded that I should clean up. At that moment, I felt the tip of the plate touch my lips. I opened my mouth and received all my own saved up cum. Once I had licked the plate, she told me to remove the blindfold. I did. I know I must have turned about five shades of red. My Mistress had positioned me in the center of the room. What I had not counted on was who I was facing. Across from my naked body stood my cousin. I felt my face grow immediately hot with shame. She was looking at me with a look of almost complete contempt. My mind flashed back to all the times we had played together as kids, all the jokes, all the television shows we had watched, and how close her mom and my dad were. I thought I was going to faint. My Mistress leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Now the cat's out of the bag don't you think my little slut?" I have seen my cousin only once since that night. I saw her at the University of Texas in Austin. To my knowledge she has never said anything to my parents or anyone else in the family. When I saw her in Austin, she smiled, said hello and then said something about having to get to class. I often wondered two things. First, I wondered just what she really thinks of me. Second, I wonder exactly what she was doing at a BDSM party anyway....

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Can you give a dog a bone?

Well it's been awhile since I've posted and for that I am sorry. I've missed sharing with everyone reading here and getting some great feedback. Well, I get great feedback, no one yet has put a collar on this dog, but hey what can I say. I'm going on 46 years of age now and I'm older. I'm not the hot little hunk that I'm seeing today. Speaking of hot little hunks, I recently went to an event out of state for Dom(mes) and subs. I found something very interesting. There was a variety of people there. It seemed like most of the Doms were older somewhere around at least 35-55 range. Most of the Dommes were also in that range of age, except for one or two that I would have sworn were barely 18. There was a wide array of subs there. There were black subs, white subs, a couple of hispanic subs. Something that I noticed that I had not noticed in the past though was that there were more male subs than female. I talked with one female sub, with a beautiful black studded collar with the name "Brent's" printed on it. I asked her why she thought there were more male subs than female subs. This sub looked like she might be 25-30, but turned out that she was 38. Whoever Brent was, he made damn sure his slave remained in great shape. She informed me that she was a psychologist and that from her point of view it was a role reversal. She said that in the past men had been more in control and in charge. As a result, they did not want to be lead around on a leash. However, since women were gaining more in society, more women wanted to be in control of everything. They wanted control at work, at the home, and most especially in the bed. I asked her why she did not want control and she said that some people are just born to be slaves. She said she was happiest at Brent's feet. About that time Master Brent walked up. She immediately bowed and jumped to his side. I also bowed out of respect for the Master. He asked his slave who I was and she explained that I was just a slave without an owner. He looked at me for a moment and then smiled, "Don't worry little slut, someone will give you a bone some day." He had no idea I guess that I already had one....

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Nipples were made to suck or torture

Let's face it. We all have nipples. Some are big and fat, some are small and some are just average, but we have them. So, what are they for? I mean, yes, in a woman they provide milk, but in a man? It doesn't even make sense. I was contemplating this one day when it came to me that Nipples in men are made for one of two things. They are either made to be sucked or tortured. In other words, you're either a Dominant Male, or a submissive male.

Looking at the Dominant Male first, as well we should, can tell us a lot. Consider how much pleasure you can bring to your Master by simply licking His nipples lightly, or even sucking on them. It's a build up of anticipation. Regardless of how He feels about it, having a slut (male or female) gently sucking at his nipples and kissing them will cause a stir in your Master's prime area. You spend a few minutes sucking, circling your lips around them, and then kissing them lightly, and then work your way down His chest. When you reach His Pride, you'll find it rock hard waiting on your mouth and some additional sucking. The well trained slut will know that nipple play will cut out the need for working his Master up. The Master will be hard, the slut will be ready, and in some lucky cases it's just a matter of bending over or spreading your legs.

Now when we consider the slut, it's total torture. A nipple can have a clamp with a chain, a simple clamp with no chain or even a roach clip while you prepare you next joint pending the slave's pain level. With the female or male slut, a few well placed licks can get the slave ready for something else. It's torture to build Your slave up by teasing and then watch him or her wither under your control. My favorite time was when a clamp with a small chain was placed on both my nipples. It hung freely with no additional attention or work needed. Well, naturally, the leash around my balls kept my mind off the clamps a little!

The bottom line....whether you are destined to be on the bottom while your Master pounds you, or the one pounding your sluts, you can always know your nipples were made for something!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

A Slave's Private Time

If you're a slave, you must have been in the position of self-gratification at some point. Face it, before you were collared, maybe like me after you've been alone for a while, or maybe you have just found a time to sneak away and pop out some baby making juice into a cup or toilet. Anyway it goes, you've found time to jack that weeny off! If you say you haven't, then you're a lying dog...well, I guess we're all dogs when we're slaves right?

Anyway, I've done it more lately simply because I'm not collared right now. I've got some great prospects though. Some have left emails on here, some like (KissMyKittyKat on Twitter) just make me want to jack off thinking about her holding my leash. Unfortunately, none of my prospects have worked out. The closest I came (no pun intended ) was having a date with a Domme in Houston. It fell through because of my car and as she should, she got another slave. So, what's a slave to do with private time? Imagination.... That's all a slave can do.

So, for the lonely slave out there, I'm going to paint you a couple of times that you might want to try imagining. First, remember if you're a true slave, you might be collared by a Male, Female, or a Couple. Even if you swear you're straight as an arrow, that will just make it all the more fun for a Male Dom. I must admit that lately, the thought of sucking a huge cock gets me all worked up...well, that's another story..and by the way, I'm generally considered straight, but I'm a slave so I know my owner may one day present a huge cock for my oral service...again, different story.

So, what does the lonely slave do? Well, first you have to consider what you seek. Remember, if you don't get some relief, then the first time your new owner puts a collar on your neck you'll shoot your load all over the floor. So, I generally practice. I do this several different ways.

1. I may look at BDSM pictures. This is always good. I don't look at the really hot Dommes and Doms, instead I look for the regular pictures with heavy people. Face it, you're not likely to get a hot Domme like the ones you see in magazines. To be frank, you'll get an overweight Woman wanting to have some fun. Practice jacking while looking at regular pictures or imagining an average looking Domme or Dom. Don't look at muscle man because it ain't likely to happen.

2. The second thing you might want to do is work on stamina. Try jacking off a little and then stopping. Do this several times until it aches in your nuts to have them hitting the bottom of your hand. At that point, jack off fast and hard until you unload. This builds stamina for the long haul, but also toughens up your nut area just in case you have a game of "Slave Blue Balls" to go through.

3. Build your ability to stand. Face it, some Dommes and Doms are going to want you to stand up while they do whatever to you. You're going to get weak legs and weak in the knees. One way I like to build my leg strength is to straddle the toilet, squat down, and jack off. I have to concentrate on jacking, have my legs wide (as I may have to do later) and my knees bent. By doing this I build strength in my legs, arms, and gut as I hold myself up.

That's pretty much it for practice. Naturally there are those times you just want to lay back, jack off really good, and feel the hot spunk tracing up your chest. Just remember, in a real Domme or Dom relationship, you may not ever be in that position, even during a slave's private time.

Friday, February 3, 2012

You might be a slave if....

Hi all! I had a little fun lately with some post on twitter (Slave_4_Collar) where I posted my "You might be a slave if..." run. It was great fun and got me a few RT's in the Twitter World! I also landed a huge compliment from a Professional Domme (BaronessV) I'm greatly humbled by that one, even without being in a humbler.

Anyway, long story short, I thought I'd shoot off a few here...um, lines that is, not something else.... I haven't done that in a few days now hoping for some fun in Houston. Okay, without further chatter, here we go:

You might be a slave if have no idea handcuffs are meant to restrain criminals.

You might be a slave if someone says, "Get down," and you automatically drop to your knees.

You might be a slave if you look forward to airport security pat down checks.

You might be a slave if you find yourself looking at dog collars and preparing to buy one, when you don't have a dog.

You might be a slave if you think cat collars would make good ball restraints.

You might be a slave if after sex your partner says clean it up and you assume you should use your mouth.

You might be a slave if you think pigs in a blanket is talking about bondage.

You might be a slave if someone says "Kiss me," and you think they mean to start at their feet.

You might be a slave if each time you see a bondage picture online you think, "I could handle being in that."

You might be a slave if you think the term "Clean up," always means with your mouth.

You might be a slave if you get a bone whenever a dominant person responds to your tweets.

You might be a slave if you are straight, but find yourself willing to serve a same sex owner.

You might be a slave if you think the bat making contact with the ball is not a baseball discussion, but a discussion about your cock bouncing your balls.

You might be a slave if you find yourself imagining people in the community dominating you.

You might be a slave if your idea of perfect sex includes your partner being happy while you restrain yourself.

You might be a slave if when you read in the Bible about the children of god coming out of bondage you think, "Why the heck would they want to do that?"

You might be a slave if when someone says, "I ought to punch you in the balls," you catch yourself wanting to say, "Please."

Hope you enjoyed them...got a million and one more. Maybe someday my new owner, if I find one, will enjoy hearing them. Cheers and until later...Remember, I could be on my knees in front of you with your leash leading to my collar....

Friday, January 27, 2012

Blue Ball Party

Years ago I was involved in a little event where making the slave blue balled was the focus. It was a simple little event at an owner's party where other owners brought their male slaves (as this doesn't work with females), and tied them to a bar along the wall. The part was actually part of a dance studio so it worked nice to have mirrors all around too.

Each slave was securely tied and able to see the other slaves. Once everyone was in place, a spreader bar was added. Some very good ear plugs were then put into each slave's ears. A test was done to see if he could hear and then a black, solid hood was added. Most ear plugs I had ever been around allowed some noise to get through, but these allowed almost none. This sensation was wild. I knew the other slaves were also done the same way, but I had no idea who was coming into the room or what they were doing. We had not been told in advance that we were part of a blue ball party.

To this day, I have no idea of the events that happened to the other slaves, but I know that within a short time I felt hands on my cock. I couldn't hear anything, but I was fairly certain that the hands were those of a female. I did not know if it was someone slave, a Domme, or who. The fact is for all I knew it could have been anybody. However, whoever this person was she had magic hands. Within seconds I was rock hard and starting to feel the urge to unload.

As you can imagine, the second my hips started moving to the stroking I felt the hands move away. I humped into the air a few times as if I was going to find those wonderful hands and then stopped. A short time passed and then the hands were back. This time they were different though, I was sure they were still female, but they were different.

Now having different hands did not mean a different outcome. I mean after all, I am a slave...not a dead dog. So, within seconds I was once again left hanging and humping the air to no good. This went on for what seemed like hours. There were male hands, female hands, lotion added, and then some dry rubs as well. This all served to simply frustrate me more.

Remember, I could not hear or see, so I had no idea what was going on in the room. After what seemed like a lifetime, someone removed the spreader bar, untied my wrist, then handcuffed my hands behind my back, and snapped a leash into my collar. Two rough hands seemed to line me up behind the tight leash lead, and then give me a push. This indication was soon clear, I was to blindly and deaf from the ear plugs, simply follow the pull of the leash.

I did follow the pull and found out quickly that I had a huge pain in my balls. I had been effectively blue balled by all the stroking without release. I stumbled a couple of times trying to keep up. I wanted so bad to grab my cock and hold it up while I walked because of the pain in my balls. I remembered only once almost falling down, but the strong hands were there to keep me straight.

Later that night I asked my owner when we were home what had been the aim of the events. I was informed that each slave was worked up to the point of frustration and then lead across the floor just as I was. A group of Dominant judges then voted on the slave most able to walk straight while blue balled. Apparently part of the party had been watching the slaves get all worked up and then walked. I asked who won and was promptly told that I was a slave and that was none of my business. Sadly, I never was allowed to relieve all the stress built up in my balls. I assumed that maybe the winner had some sort of release for the groups enjoyment.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

5 Ways to Test a Submissive Slave

A slave is someone who has agreed to submit himself or herself to the ownership and control of someone else. A slave is submissive at heart and in a good, healthy relationship that slave and owner should have a loving relationship with the power in the hands of the owner. Unfortunately, in this world there are many "want-to-be" slaves. These are men or women who love the idea of being a slave, but are not true slaves at heart. In other words, they play around with the idea. We all know the type. They sit behind the computer screen looking at domination pictures and jacking off. They may actually have a partner and imagine that partner holding them down during sex. They may even convince a partner to "tie" them up loosely and "take control". However, when the true moment comes to submit, the truth becomes that the person really liked the idea of being a slave and cumming and not the actual event of being the slave.

In the past I have served some very intelligent Mistress' and Masters. I say they were intelligent because they knew how to find the real slave and not the phony want to be slaves. It happened to occur to me recently that, while they had some ideas very much different about handling a slave, they all had the same view on determining a true slave. Here's a few things they have done to determine if someone is a true slave, or submissive, or if that person is simply wanting to get off on the idea:

1. Denial of gratification - simply put they don't let their slave's cum. They control the outcome (pun intended) to the point where a male slave is severely blue-balled and the female slave is denied satisfaction. You can imagine the ways.

2. No sex- the submissive is willing to...well, submit. Some have them clean the house, wash cars, cook, or other domestic chores. There is no gratification for the slave in the way of sex or the ability to even provide sexual favor for the owner. They make them a domestic slave until such time as they determine the true nature.

3. Public Display - I have to admit this was safer in the days before digital cameras and phone cameras, but basically they said, "Here's your outfit and leash. Oh, and by the way I have a half dozen friends coming over for a party. You will serve drinks in this outfit." You can imagine what, if anything, the outfit looked like on the slave. I did this once with nothing but cowboy boots, and a black mask on. Needless to say the idea of dong flopping around in front of ten gay men shook me up a little and greatly entertained my Mistress at the time. Well, at least they enjoyed it all.

4. Cum Dumpster - This was one of my first test as a slave. I was hot, I mean hot for my Mistress. I had imagined all the hot stuff we were going to do and I was going to put it to her. When the time came for sexual gratification, I found myself on all fours licking gently and aggressively between her legs. This did nothing but build my anticipation. After satisfying my Mistress, she took my cock, gently stroked it a few times and stopped the minute I started to unload. As you can imagine it just shot out into the air with my basically humping my hips while I was searching for her hand. She had made me put on a rubber, which I foolishly thought was for sex, but ultimately it seemed to deaden my sensation. I humped the air, moaned and fell back. You can likely see the horror that went through my eyes when She told me to take it off and suck the contents out. This was my first time of being a "cum dumpster". Oh, and just for those a little excited by this....yes, I've been a cum dumpster for myself and others many times.

5. Watch the fun - this is likely the cruelest way to test the slave. You think you're it basically and that your Master or Mistress wants only you. In the end you watch Him or Her have sex with someone else. The first time this happened my owner had me tied in the room where I could see the bed. My owner then brought in a partner, kissed a few times, watched my cock get hard, laughed and turned out the lights. I could see nothing (unfortunately men are visual creatures) and all I could do was listen to the moaning and the movement of the bed. I don't mind saying I was one blue-balled boy when that was over.

There are several other ways to test a slave's true desire, but the above ways I've seen in action on several occasions.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Considering Future Options

I was recently talking with a friend of mine and she suggested that I write erotic fiction. Her point was simple, she said I write decent, I have my own background to use, and I know a lot about other people and things they've done. It's something I'm considering at this time.

Let's face it, a slave in his 40s has little chance of finding someone desiring to have a Domination/sub relationship. It's very hard to find. Most people have already settled down with their slaves and I'm not spring chicken anymore. I mean really, why do you think I use a picture from my twenties for this site? Nonetheless though, I could at least write, maybe build a small following, and maybe even make a living at it. It would be nice to write full time I think, but who knows what would happen.

On the other hand, I have to keep in mind that some young person may come along looking for a slave and pick me. Even if he or she did, the writing would still be good for income I believe. Who knows, I could end up writing stories about a hot twenty-something year old dominating and pushing an old forty something year old to his limits. It could make good fiction or maybe reality....

Saturday, January 7, 2012

The Perfect Male Nipples

Years ago I was told that I had the perfect nipples for torture. Seeing how I was being tortured at the time by my owner, I saw no reason to argue, question or really even give much thought to the clamps that were affectionately being applied to my sensitive nipples...well or "Tits" as my owner was calling them at the time.

The other day as I climbed out of the shower and was drying off in front of the mirror, I once again remember being told I had "perfect nipples." I stood there for a few moments with the towel around my waist taking each nipple between my finger and thumb and giving it a gentle pinch. I became very aware that I have these tight, pointed little "man-nips" that seem to stick out and say put a clamp on me. I went to the other room, took out a clamp and gently clamped each nipple.

I returned to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the clamps. They seemed to set perfectly on my nipples and there was no pain. Each nipple fit perfectly into the end of the clamp. As I stood there remembering the session and thinking about how good the clamps felt, I couldn't help but notice the front of the towel was gently rising. My perfect nipples for torture had apparently notified my cock that nipple clamps feel good.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Ultimate High of this Slave

A slave is is usually seeking something when he or she seeks an owner. While most slave will say, "I want to serve," or "be used," or even "be owned," they are ultimately seeking something in return. After spending years at the feet of various owners, friends, and even photographers, I have found that there is one something I seek.

For example, recently a very hot Domme had me so heated on Twitter it was not even funny. Most of our conversation was simple discussions about likes and dislikes, but she said (or typed) two things that really turned me on. First, she somewhat humbled me by putting me down in her words. In other words she abused me verbally. The second thing she did was a statement. She said she wanted to "tie my hands to my ankles with me bent to touching the floor while my legs were in a spreader bar and stoke my cock from behind until I was almost ready to cum, stop, start again, and do this until I had a huge load to drink." Naturally, she meant for me to drink the huge load. When I read her post, in several different messages, I could feel myself pushing against the restraints of my pants zipper. In other words I could feel myself being in that position.

I have also had this "hot" feeling when females or males have told me they would "squeeze my balls until" I cum all over the place before as well. What I have found is these are feelings, or fantasy ideas. I don't know that I want someone to really squeeze my balls until I cum since I would likely be damaged severely; however, the first idea of being tied to my legs has come true before and is very hot.

Ultimately, this slave is looking to be used in some manner and the fantasy is generally some sexual form. As a slave I do not think about washing dishes, cleaning a home, making a bed or even taking out the trash for my owner as being hot. I don't get excited about these ideas in other words despite the fact they might be part of the package. What works me up is simple....sex. Sexual acts whether for the amusement of my owner or enjoyment of my owner and myself, work me to a moment of exceptional and outstanding feelings. For me there is nothing better than the heavy and hot breathing after a moment of sexual explosion when my owner says, "You need to clean this up." This for me could be the floor, a cup, a leg, a foot, or anywhere where the explosion of climax has ended. It's the ultimate high!