Three points

I have found that over the years there are three point of worry in a male slave. His balls , his cock but most important is his rectum.

Most will take cbt in stride . It is almost tht they prove themselves in front of you . So slap tickle and tease unless you cut them off they know they will survie and enjoy the pain. They present them selves to you almost thrusting it in you face tempting you to do more . enter the rectum with anything gives them the feeling that they have been fucked. All the jokes come back to them from the locker room " hey look he walking funny must have go it up the ass last night" In school yards in fights and bulling sessions you gt kick in the nuts slapped around but never fucked in front of your comrades. You rarely hear boasting from some one about how his wife fuck his ass so well last night with a strap on. It can be the greatest point of humiliation to a male.

So I start with their balls and cock as a warm up but it is that protected little rectum that I wish to exploit , torture and rape for my enjoyment . They have to be shown if they are a male and a submissive well all they are is a hole with balls and a cock to hold on to. Now if one of them was long enough would be fun to see them fuck them selves in the ass would it not or do they not do that already by being a slave.

Is nothing sacred

Games have always had a pervert side to them. Strip poke , slave, strip chess for those that try to be intellectual about it. Checker and of course, strip and nude Twister.CCS (chase catch and strip) a version of capture the flag. I can go on but i think you understand how easy it is to pervert a game for the lifestyle.

A game that seemed to be impervious to the perverting process was Labyrinth. a game I could take great delight in playing with out being transported back into the mindset of the lifestyle. In California over this weekend I was informed by friends that they did play a game of Labyrinth of the dungeon . The same cards were used the slaves were set to play against each other and the Dominants waited to see who won and who lost. Points were given to each card you found your way too if you won the number of points was the number of strokes given to the losers. If you collected cards but did not win those points were also given on top of the winners. Then anything that could be used for penetration well same rule thought they did not use the sword other implements were used in it's place. Hot wax in lieu of flame that sort of thing. I will not go through all the different tortures for each card lets us just say that they were novel, painful and humiliating so all had great fun.

SO sadly now the next game Labyrinth I play will now conjure up a picture of a slave having a candle stick up their ass while having their sexual apparatus masturbated with chain mail from the helmet . I would suggest that if you are a slave playing this game best try to win. I would hate to think what could be done with that jeweled crown.

My first munch

I attended my first munch in the year 1999. It was held at Moven Pic. I remember going into the area finding a bar armed with a glass of red wine in hand . I had never been to anything in a vanilla setting that involved the lifestyle .
as I approached the area I remember seeing two men one six foot three and the other both bald an dressed in black under six feet in a heated discussion at the door of the area where I was to meet up with the munch group. Seeing the group inside I thought well I felt anxious. I sipped my wine and continued inside. The first munch was horrible for me. I knew no one , did not seem to have common ground with anyone I was sitting with and felt well it was an experience I would not repeat any time soon like a week after the devil found out I was dead then I would go to a munch again.

The following month I was working on a Sunday and was in the area so what to hell I would have supper downtown see if my first feelings were right or not. Since then I have not missed many and have great friendships that developed through the munch.


so why what is the point of this blog ? I was invited to a cocktail party last Friday. What a pleasant way to pass a Friday evening. I went through great trouble to get friends to go with me and getting there to the club was not easy nor the navigation of the club itself to find the party. The idea of a cocktail party filled with conversation and low music died at the door of the club. as littleone said in her blog I felt like I was at a high school dance only I was no longer the student I was the chaperon. I felt old and said that night to myself that I did not belong there this was a new thing for young people not for an old fart like myself. It was nice that they invited me but just was not for me. While I was off kayaking this weekend I remembered who made the munch special for me was the mix of old and new that was there . The stories that Captain told or the European flavor of Kay the devilish nature of Sir and littleone , Lady Greyeyes, Pierre and Catherine known for their appearance on Kink fame. They made the minches not only good but important for me to attend.

So it might not be easy for me to talk over loud music and harder for me to hear I have decided to attend the next cocktail party for a variety of reasons. As they are younger than I they might enjoy my stories and thoughts. You never know where or when you will meet the perfect slave that you always wanted or perhaps more important I might meet the slaves that needs what I can give. Hopefully I will find new friends if not at least learn a couple of new tricks.

Not everyone's cup of tea and I will not drag anyone out to it but I feel it is important to keep and give support to this event so yep I will blindly trip over waiters and smile even though I might not have a clue what was said as long as my presence makes some one happy then I will be there.

Training days ahead.

If you have read this blog before you have come across some of my methods and thoughts on training . I was asked about my training methods most recently from a male sub on collarme . So I will delve a bit into them today but it looks like I hopefully will have a nice little ass to enslave shortly. A male from the area seems to have a nice ass to beat so looks promising.

First , my thoughts on males serving males . I do not use them for sex I love to torture them and put them through their tasks and duties like drilling a regiment. I do dehumanize them a bit they are treat rougher than the females and always lower than any thing else I own . The good thing men's tongues seem to be a bit stronger then the females but I guess that is just too much of a generalization. SO we will see.

SO first off will be an exam f the boy.No not like the Clock Work Orange no this one usually takes about an hour. The probing of his orifices will take at leas fifteen minutes then there is measurements , stretching to see how flexible he is . Ability to balance in different positions.

So hopefully lots to look forward to should he agree to my ways and protocols.

Four rocks

I Have been on vacation for a little while in Maine. The sea air the calm days and the fog have allowed many thoughts to come forth and my mind to clear some what. Before I start blogging about starting my search for a slave I will relate a story one that was told to me while sitting out at a lighthouse 7/8 of mile out in the ocean with only man made ten foot wide rocky bridge as it's only access.


It had intrigued me as why would any one build the bridge to put a lighthouse on it and that there are weather warnings about being out on the bridge and the light house in inclement weather. A few had been struck by lightning and others swept away out to sea. So of course seeing warnings such as that I had to go out and see this lighthouse. The day was a bit foggy and there was a mist hindering the view of the lighthouse from shore . The journey out was not easy as the bridge was not flat but large stones laid down so it was a bit of flat rock climbing With deep crevices about 6 to 8 inches wide between the stones. Some points of the bridge you feel as if the sea has made tunnels under this stone bridge as your feet feel the force of the waves on the bridge. On one side of the bridge an old ship . A few fishermen near that point heard me question out loud the name of the ship and could not resist telling me their version of the story of the bridge

Well it seems that a fisherman built the bridge. The reason was that he heard a song coming from the sea from the first rock. He had almost lost his life in a storm so was a bit fearful of the sea now. He did not want to go out in a ship nor boat but the song lured him back everyday trying to see what was out there on the first rock. That is how the bridge started he put a rock in the water to stand on then another and another until his bridge nearly reached the first rock. Lighting a fire in the early morn he saw what he thought was a women in the water behind the rock. As she sang she turned and once catching a glimpse of him submerge. Sadden by what he thought were old sea eyes he went home to return the next day again the song was there but distant it was coming from the second rock. Of course you can see where this is going every time he made his bridge out to the next rock the song would change to the next one further out. Until the forth rock. Seven eights of a mile out I am told is a drastic drop in the ocean floor. By now his bridge was of a concern to shipping so he built a light house at seven eights of a mile Every night he would light the lamp and sit on high in the light house waiting to hear the song and perhaps catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure that hid behind the rock and in the seaweed. No song no sighting since he had been there .

A large storm with high waves and fierce winds had struck the area as he sat there in the light house he heard the song once again and there she was in the flashes of lighting staring at the man behind the glass . The fisherman left the e safety of the lighthouse and stood at the very furthest rock of the the bridge he had built at least that is the supposition. The fisherman was never seen again the light house was found with the doors open and windows broken .

Some say he was lured by the witch of the bay and that she needed him to be in deep water before she could capture him. She had used her song to lure him out to the sea, Others say it was an inquiring mermaid that forbidden love caused the demise of the man. Most just want to say it was a bad storm that is all. Those that say that though cannot explain a few things . The windows and doors are now boarded up because whenever they restore the windows to the building they mysteriously break in the night. There is an old ship half way along the bridge that suddenly appeared after the fisherman disappeared. It sits on a sand bar no one knows the name nor what happened to it a few suppose it could be the fisherman's ship the one he almost perished aboard. Now I stood at the the last rock where he had and I felt a draw to take the next step I felt a breeze and calmness out there the song might have been just the lapping of the waves that is what it sounded like to me and the rocks are there but I did not see any forms lurking about just some seaweed just under the surface of the water near the last rock.

I guess his love of the sea or at least his addiction to it was too great and he had to find a way of returning to it. On that note it is time for me to return to or star searching for a new slave I guess I too miss the song of my sea.