More blog links

I haven't done one of these in a while... I figure everyone knows where to get porn, so I'd like to focus on blogs that have more words than pictures!

bdsminthemind.boydenon.com/blog/

This is the new blog from my "little bro" Denon. As you might have guessed from the title, it deals mainly with the mental aspects of BDSM. It's very well written and certainly gives you food for thought. He's actually inspiring me to write my own thoughts on certain topics, so my blog revival will be mainly thanks to him :)

lthrbdsm.com/

This started out as a blog closer to that of the great MetalBondNYC, but lately there have been a lot of more personal entries. The interesting thing is that both Master and "pig" (his owned slave) make entries. We briefly talked on recon a couple of months ago when the blog was still new, and it's nice to see how it has grown. 

slavejimmy.blogspot.com

I've been following this blog for ages now, but I'm not sure I ever mentioned it. He's a really nice guy who gets himself into all sorts of BDSM-related trouble... and he loves pretty much everything. I really respect him because of his positive attitude, and from what he writes he really is an excellent sub. I love reading his adventures and hope I can meet up with him some day.

keepyourmouthshutbdsm.blogspot.com

This is a fairly new blog, and as you might suspect from the title is it mostly about guys being gagged! It's more than that though, there are a few really honest and deep entries that really are worth reading (like this one) so even if this isn't your main fetish, I would say the blog is still worth following.

pupzalo.uk/

I've been following Bri on twitter for quite some time now, and I really enjoyed reading his exploits at this year's Folsom Europe. Great guy.

tieemupsboi.tumblr.com/

This is someone I admire a lot, not just for the amount of time he spent/spends in chastity, but also for his work at FetishBound and his dedication to being a good boi. A lot of what he writes about the mental aspect of BDSM resonates with me, and I always look forward to reading more of his thoughts.

That's it for now. If you want to read more blogs, you can always check out my blog list.

London July visit

I went to London again in July, staying with Sir as usual. It was hardly the best stay I ever had, due to circumstances beyond anyone's control. Sir was hosting one of his boys' boyfriend, who he offered my room as he had no-where else to go, which means I was sleeping on the sofa. I didn't sleep that well (to put it mildly), and then allergies/hayfever troubled me like it had never done before, which was very very annoying, and obviously also affecting my mood and energy levels. About halfway through my stay I sort of crashed and slept an additional 5 hours or so in Sir's bed while he was away, I really needed that. After that it went slightly better but still allergies continued to randomly trouble me. Not fun.

Anyway, you don't want to read about all that, so on to the kink stuff...

Fetishbound is obviously one of my main goals every time I'm in London. Unfortunately Sir was working but I would still be able to meet up with Boss TSkinBoot, who I hadn't seen in a year!!! I was happy seeing him and his pack again. It wasn't long until I was skillfully tied up...

Apart from that it was fun seeing other people play, but I mostly like watching TSkin do his magic, like when he suspended Trikoot (you can see some pics of that on the Fetishbound site). It was a nice evening and I really wish I could go to this event more.

On Saturday I finally got my much-needed haircut... In the afternoon we went to Boys and Sirs at The Hoist, with me in skinhead gear (scaring people on the way to the train, ha).

We had some fun before we noticed CPHMaster and his slave. And also a new Portuguese lad we later played with. I was even allowed to spank him hehe. He spanked me as well but since I had already taken a nice beating earlier, I didn't last very long. Anyway, he was a really fun guy with a great sense of humour, shame we didn't get his recon profile or anything :(

The next few days I got to meet some of Sir's other boys and had some play time with them... it was mostly me being mummified and getting some electro. A lot of electro. I generally like some electro play, but only for fun or relaxing, not as pain play or anything. One time Sir went too far too suddenly and definitely ruined my horniness. Crossing my pain level too quickly kills my horny mood every single time.
Other than that though, the electro was fun, there's this setting that feels like someone's tickling you and I just can't stop laughing when that happens :)

On Thursday we went to SM Gays at The Hoist. It was pretty quiet, and most guys seemed to be in their 50s or 60s, so not my crowd at all. It only got slightly better as the evening went on, but I did get a really good flogging by Sir. We also met up with the super-hot Zaff (he's the guy mummified next to me in the previous picture), and we had some cake because it was a birthday event. And we saw a skilled ropemaster trying out some things, that was nice to see.
Back home, I was feeling very submissive to Sir, and he felt like having a wank, so this happened:

This scene, including staying in that position after he already had gone to bed, was one of my highlights of this visit hehe.

On Friday TSkinBoot came over for dinner and some fun. Somehow this fun always seems to include me being tied up and humiliated... poor me. Okay okay it was fun and I always enjoy the company of TSkin whether I'm tied up or not.

Later another one of Sir's boys came over and I could rest a bit hehe. It was a pretty long evening though for me and I actually slept well for a change!

Saturday and Sunday weren't very good days for me, and on Monday I went back home, after being allowed a quick wank just before I left (which made it 2 weeks without cumming, having been locked up during my stay as usual).

It was certainly a visit with a few ups and downs, and ultimately I must say it left me a bit dissatisfied. The good things were meeting up with TSkin again, having some good play in clubs, and meeting some more of Sir's boys. The bad thing was, I didn't experience anything new at all, or continued to be trained in certain things. For example, last visit we did a lot of piss play and Sir knows it's something I wanted to be trained in further. But not this visit I guess. Sure, our play time was limited in more than just time due to circumstances, but in certain areas I expected more. And I really don't think I should feel guilty, both as a friend and as a sub, to have certain expectations based on previous experiences, and be unhappy when those expectations aren't met. I think it's normal that I want to experience new things and to "grow" as a sub, and that I get frustrated when I'm not learning anything new. Sir claims I'm "hard to please", which obviously isn't true :P I'm just curious about things and want to move forward. And on this visit I maybe took, at most, half a step forward. That's not enough for me.

The whole thing left me thinking; maybe I am more of a pup than a boy: I need lots of play, lots of sleep, a little bit of discipline and a whole lot of attention!! And I'm always hungry for more...

One evening

Master came home and I greeted him in the way I was taught: on my knees, kissing his feet and groin. He sat down in the sofa, sipping on the cold beer I put out for him minutes before he arrived. As I was sitting on my knees next to him, he asked me who decorated me like this...he was referring to the heavy metal collar, ankle shackles and nipple clamps I had on me. “Was it my evil boyfriend, hmm? What did you do to deserve this?” I told him I was caught sniffing underwear from the dirty laundry basket, which resulted in a beating with the tawse and the cane. Not just that but he also used me as his sex toy, ordering me to give him a good rimming. He came all over my face and scooped up his cum and fed it to me.

Master was listening to this with a smile on his face. He pulled on the chain connecting my nipple clamps. “You know you got off easy right? I will have to punish you again for this. Not just because I didn’t give you permission to sniff dirty laundry, but also because you got greedy. I let you smell my underwear every day, and even let you go to bed with it when you’re lucky. Maybe I should stop doing that for a while huh, to make you realise how lucky you are?”

I begged him not to do this; sniffing that manly smell of his is one of my greatest joys. I understood I needed to be punished but I hoped Master would show mercy and refrain from a cruel punishment like that.

He ordered me to go upstairs and get the metal plug in. I always have mixed feelings about this one, once I get it in it feels pretty good, but I have to take my time with it, and I can’t keep it in for long before it gets uncomfortable. I guess this was extra training and maybe also part of the punishment?

When I came downstairs, Master beckoned me to the bathroom where I had to get on my knees in the bathtub. I knew what that meant. “Open your mouth slave!” Master pissed on my face and in my mouth. After he was done, he turned off the lights and went back to the living room, leaving me in total darkness. I knew this was one of his mental punishments; making me feel like an object he can use and discard any time he wants. That thought made my cock grow hard in my chastity device. As the piss slowly dried on my face, I was getting really uncomfortable being on my knees. Well I guess he wanted me to suffer and that was exactly what I was doing.

He probably only left me there for about 15 minutes but it felt like at least and hour. I was so relieved when he came back for me. He still said nothing ,but rinsed me off with the shower hose, threw me a towel and left again. I dried myself off and joined him in the living room.

The salon table was flooded with various instruments of punishment: whips, canes, straps, paddles and even a big wooden brush (probably my most hated object of the lot). Master beckoned me to the sofa and put me in the neck and wrist irons. He relieved me of the nipple clamps, and to my surprise he unlocked my chastity device.

He played with my sore nipples which automatically made my cock rise. I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t pleasure (at least for me). “When was the last time you had a proper wank huh slave? Stroking it to that wonderful climax? That was a long time ago wasn’t it… since then it’s always been the milking machine sucking the cum out of you, whether you wanted it or not. It’s a good reminder that you are no longer in control...that you are no longer allowed to play with yourself like any free man would…” To demonstrate this, he took his cock out and started stroking it. “You miss doing this, don’t you? Hmm, such a hard life for you as a slave…”

He reached for the first instrument of torture of the evening: a little mean thing we called the penis whip. I know very well how mean it is, but for now he just slowly rubs it along my cock. “But it’s your cock that got you into trouble in the first place isn’t it?” He gave me a few quick but hard strokes. Then he took my cock in one hand, and whipped my very sensitive cockhead. I instinctively tried to back away but obviously he wouldn’t let me. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “No Master!” “Then why is your cock still rock hard? Do I have to punish you for lying as well?” I didn’t really know how to respond to that, so he just continued my torture.

“Wait here slave”, he said, like I was going anywhere in this state. He returned shortly, stuffing a piece of underwear in my mouth, then attaching the athletic cup muzzle, and stuffing it with an extra pair of underwear. “This is what you want, huh?” He’s right; I could both taste and smell his essence. “yeah, take some deep breaths boy…” Doing that completely intoxicated me, it got me high. I moaned and mumbled incoherently, to the amusement of Master. I felt a sudden sting on my arse. It only mildly annoyed me, even amused me in a way, as I was too busy enjoying the smell of underwear to care about anything else. It’s only after a few more strokes that I came back down to earth, to realise that Master was hitting me with the cane, and hitting me hard!

Master continued hitting me, switching from cane to brush to strap, going through all the tools he laid out earlier, not giving me time to adjust to any rhythm. My mind was overwhelmed; the smell of his underwear still tickled the reward center in my brain, but as the beating goes on the pain started to replace any positive feelings. This punishment was supposed to be a mindfuck, a painful one at that, and it was a great success.

Once Master saw I had physically and mentally surrendered, he stopped the beating, took the muzzle and the irons off me, gave me a hug, and let me relax next to him. He allowed me to go to the bathroom, get the plug out, and take a quick shower before dinner.

Dinner, for me at least, was beef ravioli served in the dog bowl. “Oh, and some special sauce for you” - Master spit in the bowl. I thanked him of course.

The abundance of tomato sauce and the order to lick the bowl clean meant my face was far from clean when I was done - much to the amusement of Master and his boyfriend. I just waited next to them on the floor until they finished their meal. Only after I cleaned the table and did my task as dishwasher was I allowed to clean myself up and join them in the living room to watch some TV.

I was used mostly as a footrest but at the end of the evening I was allowed to nuzzle Master’s groin…which eventually lead to him pulling his cock out and ordering me to suck it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him take the cane. He started lightly tapping my arse, which I interpreted as going slow and steady when it came to sucking… as he sped up, I sucked his cock more eagerly. I knew he was enjoying this, but after a short while he pushed me away and beckoned his boyfriend. “I’m not sure you deserve my cum today slave…”. His boyfriend continued my job and finished Master off. Instead of swallowing, he surprised me by kissing me and sharing the load. Master approved and delighted in watching us.

“Time for bed”, Master declared. I was sent to the bathroom, but before I went upstairs, I asked Master for my before-bed beating. He took mercy on me after all I went through that day and only gave me 5 quick-but-hard strokes. Once in bed, he put some handcuffs on me, made sure my chastity device was secure, and attached the ankle chain to the bed. He kissed me goodnight and left me to enjoy my nightly captivity and sore arse…

London visit afterthoughts

It happens almost every time before I leave to London: I think "I'm not in the right mood, now is not the right time". It wasn't any different now; the days before I left I didn't feel kinky/horny at all and I wasn't in a submissive mood at all. I also had a few physical issues that only pop up when I'm feeling very stressed, so those few days were a bit weird. It was only on the Eurostar that random thoughts and memories made me feel happy and positive, and getting somewhat closer to a good mindset. There is, and always has been, a sort of transitional period of at least one or two days when I'm there (going from free boy to owned/collared boy), but it wasn't so bad this time.

It was a very different visit compared to the one last summer. Now it was mostly just Sir and me when it came to kinky play; last summer a lot of my play was with other people. And this time I had no complaints when it came to not getting enough play at home hehe. I guess like most subs I'm needy/greedy in that regard (someone called me a "hungry bitch" once heh), and last summer I felt a little bit ignored, and a few things didn't feel right (but that's complicated and I might save that for another entry...)

Since it was a short visit there were a few things we normally do but didn't have time for. No pup play or mummification, no over-the-knee spanking, oh and I think I licked his feet once (!) Oh, poor me! But I really can't complain, we tried some new stuff and everything worked out great.

One thing I'm not certain I enjoyed was getting beaten. Really weird, I know, but this time it just...kinda hurt, you know? I think I've said this before but I really don't consider myself a painslave or anything, especially not when it comes to whips and canes and stuff like that. I much prefer a spanking by hand, but that is usually done in an entirely different mindset.
Anyway, the enjoyment I did get from getting beaten this time was submitting to that beating... Like, when Sir wants to cane me he usually bends me over the sofa edge, he doesn't tie me up or secures me, and every time he hits me I jump up because it hurts! So, I kind of want him to stop, but at the same time, I want to be a good boy, a good sub, who doesn't complain when his Master wants to beat him... after all, any attention a dom gives to his sub is good attention, and the sub should be happy with that. So, I get back into position and wait for the next stroke of the cane :( It's a tough life being a boy... And of course afterwards I have to thank him for taking the trouble to beat me, and I get a hug. This cycle of events, including thanking him for the beating, is kind of a turn on, but the actual pain isn't.

There was a kind of pain I did like though... Deep Heat! I probably shouldn't say this too loud but I really do love having Deep Heat on my balls. It's a sort of annoying, slow and slow-burning pain, basically the opposite of the sharp pain of the cane (...huh, is it a coincidence that pain and cane rhyme?)
I guess I find this kind of pain easy to manage, although that depends on the dose obviously. If it's not enough I hardly feel it, if it's too much... well, I never actually had too much really. But when I have enough, I can still feel some of it hours after it was first applied. We tried some tabasco on my piss slit, and that was more painful and annoying in a 'hard' way, I certainly didn't enjoy it as much as the Deep Heat on my balls. But I heard next time I might have to do a 'tabasco wank' - not sure I will like that!

Something I really enjoyed this time was the piss play. Sir has been pissing on me since our first meeting, but I had no strong positive or negative feelings about it, until this visit. I don't really know why but I really loved it this time. Sir has assured me I will get further piss training... I get horny thinking about that and I'm very happy to be Sir's piss boy :D

Our first cigar play was fun as well, and is also something we'll be doing again. Like I said in the previous entry, it was very exciting and part of that was because it required a lot of trust between us.
Similar thing with him "bullying" me, this gets worse every visit but I trust him enough that it doesn't get out of hand. In the club he trampled me, put his boot in my face, and gut-punched me as well, in addition to the usual slapping/pushing about. This isn't really high on my list of BDSM things I enjoy, it's a bit of a challenge (more mentally than physically) but I know afterwards I'll get a hug from Sir. Yeah that's not very hardcore but that's the way we play hehe.

Anyway, it was a great visit, and it made me feel positive about my future as his boy. There is still so much we can do, and I want to improve as a sub as well, I get the feeling we won't get bored any time soon. I feel our friendship is as strong as ever as well, so I'm very happy with just about everything now. Still no sign of any kind of serious sub-drop, so that's nice as well.

That's all I can think of for now!

January London visit, part 2

(continued from part 1)

The day after our busy Saturday was a more relaxed day. We went to the British Museum and a pub and were home very early. So we had time for some play... cigar play!! It's something we've been talking about, and I even mentioned it in an entry here.
Well, it turned out amazingly well, seeing as this was the first time for both of us. The play itself was very horny, and very satisfying... and I don't just mean in a sexual way but also because a scene like this brings us closer together, you know, trying out new stuff that we both end up liking a lot, it creates a bond (or strengthens one that was already there). So this scene was great as a sub but also as a friend.

I won't describe the scene in detail here, but some things are certainly worth mentioning. One reason why it was very exciting to me is that Sir threatened to mark me with the cigar, telling me where he would mark me... now I knew he wouldn't do that (with my skin type it would be a scar for life) but it was still exciting. I trusted him 100% and I knew I was safe but there was still an element of danger, and I liked that a lot. I liked feeling the heat of the cigar, and as you can see in the videos, my back was used as an ashtray, with the cinders from the cigar sometimes burning me a little. That and the humiliation (like Sir blowing smoke in my face even if he knows I don't like it) were a huge turn-on... at the end of the scene I was definitely "in heat" and was all over Sir's cock (it probably helped that I hadn't cum in over a week).

So yeah, very very satisfying scene, even though neither of us likes the smell (or smoking in general!), it will probably be something we will do again at some point. It was great fun for both of us.
Here are some pictures:

And here's me looking like a tough cigar boy hahaha.

There are some videos of this scene as well, not very high quality or anything but it's nice to have a visual souvenir of this scene hehe. Check out the videos here (there are more on Sir's account).

Something else we did a few times was piss play. Well, Sir pissing on me, and that's it (though in different positions), this in particular was very humiliating... there is another good piss video, in which I drink (a tiny amount of) piss, but that won't be on xtube, right now it's reserved for the people I have on whatsapp hehe. 

Anyway, more piss play was definitely nice. I somewhat liked piss play before, but this time I realised I really liked it, so when I got back home I told Sir I would love to be trained further as his piss boy. I'm not sure why I suddenly liked it so much... I guess there are a lot of factors; it's still humiliating, but the fact that he uses me as his piss boy makes me happy as well (after all, any attention a dom gives to his sub is good attention), and maybe even a little bit proud that I am able to endure this for him. So it's not just about feeling the piss on my skin, or tasting it, but there's a mental/emotional aspect to it as well. At it's core, allowing someone to piss on you is a very strong act of submission in my opinion.

On the last day, I got to spend some more time in the irons, with a lot of Deep Heat on my balls and a bit of Tabasco sauce on my cock :O The sensations were making my cock hard, so Sir thought I was enjoying this a lot and put on even more... (and okay, I actually asked him to put on more as well). My little cock is always getting me into trouble!

After a bit of rest, Sir masturbated and came in underwear that I had to wear on my way home. Then I was allowed to play with myself, while telling me he would give me mark with the cigar on my pubes, and even get a tattoo around it, so every time I masturbate I see the mark he gave me... 

I didn't take me very long to cum...

And it was quite a beautiful cum I think, 4 nice little lines and a bit of drool, I don't think I've ever had this result before hehe. Last time I shot was 10 days before this, so it was a very satisfying cum.

But then it was time to say goodbye and go home :( 

It was a very nice stay, both in terms of kink stuff and friendship. I didn't meet as many people as I usually do on visits like this, but there will be other opportunities. I actually liked the fact that this time it was mostly just Sir, his bf and me. Having had Sir all to myself at Collared was good as well hehe. 

 I might have some more thoughts on this visit to share later, but for now I'll leave you with a picture of how my arse looked when I got back home...it's like someone painted it!

January London visit, part 1

I went to London late January to visit my Master. It was a short but very fun visit!

First beating I got was quick but hard :(

And I got a chain with a huge and heavy lock around my neck for the rest of my stay... so cruel... (okay I loved it but shhh) It was a bit annoying during the night as I toss and turn a lot so I had to readjust it from time to time.

The weight of course was a good reminder that I'm property, and when he's using a lock this big I must be pretty important property no? Hehe.

It was also nice to be in my usual position, surrounded by familiar smells and sights...a picture says more than a thousand words right?

Yes, I was a very happy boy.

On the second day I got tied up on a chair, something I've been wanting to be done to me for a long time... but I also got something extra in the form of electro-torture... Sir has a mean Tazapper (found a funny video that shows what it is), it's loud, flashy and very annoyingly painful...like Sir said, it's a good tool to make a boy behave himself. I definitely dreaded it, I didn't think it was fun at all.
The Neon Wand I liked a lot more then, although it can go from pleasurable to annoying, it's still not as "sharp" as the Tazapper.

It was funny when his boyfriend came home, I was facing the front door so it was sort of exciting/humiliating that the first thing he saw was me tied up on a chair. His reaction: "huh...did we get robbed or something, and did they steal his clothes and tie him up like this before leaving?"
Soon after they went to bed and left me like that... now my shoulder was starting to hurt a little bit (left shoulder always bothers me when I'm tied up for a longer time) so I discretely tried to get free, even though I knew he would not leave me there for the night... I still wanted to have a plan B! (and yes he came back to untie me)

On Saturday we went to The Hoist for Boys and Sirs. We met up with one of Sir's boys and the boy was used and abused all afternoon...I was really impressed with his stamina. There was another good dom that took really good care of the boy, it was really nice to see. I didn't get much action myself, apart from some quick (but hard) beatings, but I didn't mind that much really, I just wanted to stay with Sir.  It was fun when his bf showed up and kept teasing me. It was also cute that he got a lot of attention from other guys hehe.
I did get a bit annoyed with the people that kept touching the boy when Sir was playing with him, I mean, it's like they're leeching off the energy between two people... if they want to touch him they could at least ask... or capture a boy of their own, but I guess they can't do that so they leech off other people's play. I just don't like that. Even though at some point I thought "in 20 years I might be one of those guys...!!" But I guess that won't happen as long as I have friends into kink...

Afterwards we went for an (expensive) burger, and on our way to Collared I realised I forgot the rucksack with the gear in it at the burger place :( So I went back to get it and we went to Collared...
We were early so we had lots of space to play. Over the course of the evening I got beaten, bullied, kicked, trampled and humiliated... I suppose the "highlight" was being stripped and secured to the cross in the main room, with Sir rubbing Deep Heat on my balls... I was left to suffer for the amusement of the other perverts people there... very humiliating for me.

We didn't stay all night though, it was getting too crowded for me, Sir was tired, and with little to no play going on towards the end of the evening, we went home.
My problem (if you can call it a problem) with Collared is that it feels more like a night club for guys into kink, rather than an actual kink event. I mean, the DJ (who doesn't do a bad job at all) is supposed to be an extra asset but when I'm being beaten or licking boots, I have no need to hear Cyndi Lauper's Girls just want to have fun. You know what I mean? Although it was funny that last year, when Tskin was flogging me on the cross, the DJ played The Prodigy's Smack my bitch up (still don't know if that was intentional or just a happy coincidence). Anyway, it's not that I don't like Collared, but since play is the most important thing to me, I vastly prefer FetishBound.

Back home, we assessed the damage done...

I should also mention the ride home wasn't really very comfortable... of course I deserved at least some of that for forgetting the bag in the burger place :( 

That's all for part 1. In part 2: guess who gets to be the cigar and piss boy? 

My Master's new blog

Hi guys,

as some of you know, last week I went to London to spend some time with Sir. A full entry on this is coming very soon. One of my tasks there was to set up a blog for Sir (finally, right??). I did that, and today he has made his first entry. You can find the blog here:

bdsmequalslove.blogspot.com

It's still early days obviously but it would be nice if you could add it to your blog/reading list. Thanks!

a little story

Sir orders me to get naked and use the metal plug. After I get it in, he tells me to put on the kneepads, and kneel in the living room next to the TV. I hear the clanking of metal - it surely means he'll put me in irons, but which ones? Soon I feel the metal around my neck and wrists. To finish it off, he makes me wear a hood. "You're going to be our little gimp tonight aren't you? Spread your legs and bend over so we can see that plug in your arse. Good. Now stay like that."

As Sir and his boyfriend watch TV, I wonder for how long I have to be in this position, as it's far from comfortable. It would have been even worse if I didn't have the kneepads, but still, it's a lot of stress on my knees and back. I try to keep the same position but it's almost impossible, it's not long before I start sweating and being quite uncomfortable.

"Not easy is it? But you can stay like that a little longer." I try to motivate myself by thinking I'm suffering for Sir's entertainment and that's the way it should be. Pain is submission. I feel my cock getting hard from that line of thinking, but it is only a fleeting distraction.
"Gimp boy! Come over here". Finally. He releases me from the irons and I'm allowed to rest my head in his lap. For a few short minutes at least. "Up." Sir starts playing with my nipples, increasing the intensity until I moan. "Oh we've only just begun, gimp. And shut the fuck up, my boyfriend is trying to watch TV".

He continues tormenting my nipples, and I can't help crying out a second time. "You little bitch, you're going to pay for that. Get up, and bend over the sofa." I obey and it's not long before I feel the sting of the cane on my arse. I try to stay quiet but a hit on that tender spot where my upper leg and arse cheeks meet, makes me cry out. I apologise and he stops. Not saying a word he pulls me up and stuffs his underwear in my mouth. He pushes me back over the sofa for another assault, this time my legs and back aren't spared either.

"What do you think, has he had enough as a punishment for disturbing you?" His boyfriend, ever the one teasing me and getting me into trouble, replies "no, just a bit more...". Again the cane and my skin interact. The cane wins.

After the assault is over, the wrist and neck irons are put on me again, and I'm guided back to the place next to the tv. "Do you like our improved gimp? Those red stripes on his skin are all the fashion now I hear."
At the next commercial break, I'm being told to face them. I see Sir approaching me with heavy clover clamps in his hand. "We're going to decorate our gimp a little more, hmm?" He plays with my nipples a bit before applying the clamps. He closes the zipper on the hood so now I'm blind and oblivious of what will come next.

I feel him fidgeting with the clamps - I'm guessing he is putting a bit of string on them so he can pull on the clamps while he's sitting in the sofa. My guess is right. Every so often there's a pull on the clamps and every time an involuntary noise escapes my underwear-gagged mouth. They both find this highly amusing.

After a while, the random pulling stops, and I hear some rather suspicious but familiar sloppy sounds... they are enjoying themselves and forgot all about me. That is the way it should be, I think, I am just an object, a toy, something that exists only for their entertainment. They use me when they feel like it. They don't use me when they have better things to do. That is my lot in life.

It's not easy being a gimp. But it can be damn horny.