Being a bitch boy

In many ways there are ways in which being a slave is the same or very similar, regardless of the gender of either the slave or Owner.

From a physical perspective, there is one area where I feel perhaps a little more 'vulnerable' being a male slave with a female Owner.
This is a sensitive area for me........in more ways than one and it relates to being used by my Owner with her strap on and here is my reasoning;

• Her cock is always ready for action, any time, any place, anywhere.

• There is no need for her to be aroused to fuck me.

• She can attach virtually any size cock to her belt that she wishes, thus being able to vary the length as well as the girth (unfortunately) and this is a big one for me....usually just too big.

• Her cock never goes limp, she can orgasm and just carry on like nothing has happened. I know some men can do this but there is usually a limit. MT has no limit.
  

• Her cock never gets sore or bruised or damaged to interfere with it's use. She can be as rough as she likes free of personal consequence.

• Because it is synthetic there is hardly any give in it, thus the only thing that is going to yield is my arse.

• MT has a huge sexual appetite and is a vigorous lover and can virtually orgasm all day and night. Obviously this has an impact on my arse.

• When she has finished she often goes to sleep with me still impaled on her cock. This state of affairs then remains until she removes it, if she falls asleep I'm left helplessly mounted.....

On the plus side, there is no spunk to have to deal with, so that is one positive.

Bitch and Beach

What can I say.....it has been a busy 24 hrs. As can be seen by MT's input on here, she went on a little photo posting mission. My backside being the target, I think the photos reminded her to use it some more.

Thanks to those who made supportive comments about how spankable it looks, MT does not need that type of encouragement ;)

Bedtime was, shall we say, interesting. While pleasuring MT she suddenly decided to cane my anus. There was no warning about this dreaded activity, the thought obviously just occurred to her, probably because I admitted I was sore from the plug, and next thing I knew I was holding my cheeks apart while she delivered many hard strokes with the thin, stingy cane on 'her fuckhole'. I tried to stay in position but was 'dancing around' on the bed. MT said not to worry, any strokes that missed her desired target would not be counted. Apparently she has decided I am in need of anal discipline at present.

Then, not for the first time, MT made reference to 'treating me as her wife'. At great length, and in some fine detail she spent a long time explaining to me how I would be used if I was given the privilege of being allowed to be her 'wife'. Those who read this blog will no doubt of gathered that I am not, shall we say, a particularly stereotypical slave (although I am not totally sure what a 'stereotypical slave' would actually be in real life).

So being told about possible 'wife status', is shall we say, more than just a tad humiliating. Whilst this was occurring I was providing stimulus to MT's rather aroused clit, it was kinda scary just how wet this talk was making her. After some time, I was told 'get on your back bitch', so onto my back I went and MT used her 'wife' until she was satisfied.

She then rolled off, turned over and went to sleep......I am led to believe, as a wife, I should get used to this behaviour, ie being used and left wanting. I am sure some who read this blog may have some sympathy for my predicament.

This morning I was unceremoniously woken by the immortal words 'get on your front bitch', still half asleep I rolled over onto my tummy. I knew what the next instruction was  going to be, 'spread your thighs and stick your bottom up'. At least I was given lube before being given a very vigorous fucking with the hard long red dildo. It really is solid and and not only bruises but also causes friction burns. I got up with a very sore and very used bottom. How 'wifely'.

Then, we had a lovely trip to Blakeney.  It was great to have some nice relaxing time together as we have had a very stressful time lately. Time together to relax, unwind, and take in the scenery was very much appreciated and made a welcome change. We had some nice food, walked a long way, and MT took a few photos with her new camera.

Perhaps one day, as a lowly slave, I can aspire to this as my luxury yacht. Even slaves can dream.....

Blakeney is one of MT's favourite places. This will no doubt mystify my Antipodean readers in particular, who may not recognise this as the coast. And indeed it was extremely cold. But us Brits are made of stern stuff.

Tempting waters...

Glorious sands....

This is typical Blakeney 'beach' attire;

Fuck, I'm sexy in my beachwear

Hopefully the long walk in the Blakeney cold will have tired MT out a little and she will be fast asleep as soon as her pretty head hits the pillow........Hmmmmmm not gonna put too much money on that one.

Going down

Last night I was permitted to thoroughly ravish MT and was allowed some of the sexual 'past life toppy stuff' . Not being a person to miss such an opportunity I threw myself into it with a passion. Being a modest person (yeah right) even I have to admit 'I was good' and MT was fucking awesome. I went to bed a very contented slave with a bit of a swagger.MT drifted off curled up like a glowy exhausted kitten. She looks exquisite when she's well fucked with her hair all wild and her face flushed.  

I awoke this morning and gave MT the usual hug and kiss on waking. MT smiled sweetly with her hair still tousled and purred ' Go and fetch the plug and then you can put your arse up baby'. The phrase 'tomorrow is another day' is a bit of a fucking understatement in this house.

The njoy was duly fetched, my arse was duly raised and the njoy duly inserted. I had forgotten how big and uncomfortable it is. I was then ordered to lay on my back and masturbate until I 'messed myself' (MT's pleasant term for me orgasming during masturbation). I hate this but with some 'prompting' it did not take long for me to humiliate myself for her entertainment. Groan. It really hurt as soon as I'd come, but I was not allowed to remove it until I had been dispatched to make MT's tea.

MT always enjoys bringing me up then crashing me down again. It amuses her no end.

Being put back in my place occurred much quicker than I had expected. I spent the day with the old 'discomfort' feeling in my rear - nothing like being back where one belongs.

Defrocked

I have been raped, pillaged and traumatised today by MT - the cruel cruel woman has no mercy, there really are no limits to the levels to which she will drag me.

The day started off just like many other normal days, you know the usual things, like have your cock and balls put on a choke chain and then get fucked in the arse mercilessly until you beg for mercy.

Then.... the unspeakable happened, I am struggling to recount it, the pain is so new, so raw, so deep, but I know I must be brave. MT ordered me to go through my clothes, try them on and parade myself in front of her, as she determined which items stayed and which items are to go. Can you fucking believe it? What a heinous crime, I may be a lowly slave but this is just too painful.

Treasured garments, steeped in history, full of distant memories were cast maliciously aside. Some are apparently to be sold, some sent to charity shops and others totally discarded to the big scrap heap in the sky. Garment after garment journeyed from hanger to pile, it wasn't even decimation, it was far worse- my wardrobe has been cut in two. I feel so abused.

How low can an Owner stoop? What sadistic drivers exist that fuel such dark and twisted minds? There was humiliation as well, comments questioning my taste (or lack of it), comments deriding colour, cut, style and fit, it was all just too distressing. There are piles of sacred garments in the bedroom that I can not bring myself to gaze upon, it is too tragic a sight.

There has been an announcement that the 'evidence' will be photographed and placed here for all to see. I ask you all to boycott such vile displays in the name of decency, solidarity, slavery and property.

Could this be the start of the apocalypse? Famine, pestilence, fire, floods I can understand......but throwing out my clothes, it really is just too much.There is also to be a review in the near future, yet more victims may fall to the fate of MT's cull. I doubt I shall be able to ever open my wardrobe doors and drawers and ever feel the same again. It is too much...... I need to lie down in a darkened room.

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MT here. Please find a sample of some of the interesting exhibits;

Item the first, less than half of the items discarded

Item the second, Don't be afraid, I am reliably informed this is in fact a shirt;

Item the third, a jaunty t-shirt with stripes;

Item the fourth, this jumper apparently cost a fortune. That money could have fed orphans;

Item the fifth, Waistcoat, leather, with edgy sexy chainage. A tiny corner of my psyche sort of fancied him in this, in an old school butch lesbian way.....

Item the sixth, lace up leather trousers. Ra! Ok, I quite like these. if they'd fitted I'd probably have got him dance around to Need You Tonight in them like Michael Hutchence and relived my adolescent fantasies. (I might need a little lie down now too)





Ordinary stuff.

Night out

After a lot of  driving for MT, we reached our hotel yesterday. After a quick sleep as MT was exhausted, and some considerable body preparation on my part we went to the club. MT looked so fucking hot I was so proud to be going out with her. MT informs me I have say what she dressed me in, in the end for the benefit of people asking - I wore my leather gladiator 'harness' / top but criss crossed across my body, with black very low cut trousers that show my tattoo at the back, a metal belt, and enormous new rocks. MT was pleased & we both got lots of nice compliments.

The club was excellent, great venue and very nice people. The equipment was first class and the dungeon areas were atmospheric and well thought out.

I was allowed two glasses of wine which was really good, I have not had alcohol for a few weeks so it was a real treat. After some socialising MT took me upstairs and strapped me to a kneeling bench, buttocks bare of course. She then proceeded to give me a very thorough flogging to the back, and caning and strapping mostly to the buttocks. I have to be honest, I kicked and screamed and begged for all I was worth, it was so painful. Unfortunately, it had no effect.  She also hit my face with a very thick, heavy leather strap, and I remember the cane going across my upper arms.

At one stage I had to beg MT to give me a short break in between the blows as I was unable to get a good breath of air in between the pounding. It was like I was continuously taking great gasps in, but not having time to exhale. I was so glad when it finished, some 40 minutes or so after it had started. I was so bruised and sore.

Before I was allowed to pull up my trousers MT inserted the dreaded Njoy and then we went back to the socialising. We met some really nice new people last night, so MT was happily chatting away. We met one girl we got on with especially well. She was especially nice and very cute.

Next up was a visit to one of the two medical play areas. MT had me lay face down on a examination table and proceeded to cut my arse a lot and then drink my blood. On top of my beating the carving was excruciating and I got a bollocking for flinching and 'spoiling her artwork', silly old me to flinch while my flesh was being cut! Whatever next? She then also decided to cut my face. I was quite nervous as presenting one's face to someone like MT when she's in  cutting mood is a perilous thing, but she surprised me by only making a small shallow cut a couple of inches long. Fortunately, after this my request to be unplugged was granted, such relief. MT was so 'up' from drinking my blood it was like she was high on drugs, she had blood all around her face and this lovely wild exotic sexy look on her face....fuck she looked good. Very predatory. Her pupils go like saucers when she has blood and as she had a lot last night, which I can only presume coupled with her exhaustion is why it effected her so much.

Then downstairs and more socialising. There were chip butties which I was not permitted, she's such a fucking sadist. The third trip upstairs was shorter, the bench again and another sound thrashing, but by this time the endorphins and adrenalin etc were at quite high levels and the pain did not seem so bad.

Then more socialising then back to the hotel. We were both tired so sleep followed quickly. But on waking I was ordered to get the strap on out and MT spread my very sore, very marked and very bruised cheeks and gave me a very, very vigorous shafting. After many orgasms (MT's not mine) I was permitted to make love to her and gratefully was permitted an orgasm.

The long drive home in driving rain was tiring and very very painful. My cheeks are so sore and just feeling my trousers touching the skin is oh so painful. I'm very marked.

It was a good night, unfortunately MT was not feeling her best but still managed to give me a hell of a beating and general seeing to, and it seemed to perk her up as sadism (and drinking blood in particular) always does. She really is something special and her slave is feeling well and truly owned today.

'My' slutty 'girl'

Last night the training regime continued.Naked again, good job it's warm. I was feeling quite stiff from the previous nights workout, luckily the 'breaking in gently ' is continuing. I had to request a couple of relaxations as I could not do some of the exercises due to old injuries, lack of flexibility and old age... I mean maturity.

Bedtime was not too strenuous, pleasuring MT and then some well needed sleep.

Today I returned home for lunch to a somewhat less forcibly dominant than usual MT. As time has gone on, sometimes MT likes her property to be a bit more like his 'old self', the dominant male. A signal was picked up, and graciously accepted. When these rare chances occur I really do put my heart and soul into it. Switching into my sexual dominant side is always easy for me. I spent 28 years like it so it is understandable it still lurks around in depths of my perverted little brain.

So my darling owner was given some of her 'dominant man services'. It is so nice when this happens, I could say it's a bit like getting back on a bike but that might be misinterpreted, hee hee. So my 'girly' owner (she looks very girly and pretty when she is like this, which is my euphemism and a good way to check the waters as MT hates being called 'pretty', I can only ever get away with it when she's being 'my girl' in bed)  was given a bloody good seeing to, and as always it was fucking great. There are orgasms and there are orgasms and this was definitely top ten. After collapsing onto the bed feeling totally sated, I went back to work with the widest of grins having entertained myself by pulling her knickers up, patting her on the arse, and saying 'good girl' on my way out (this always makes her laugh).

When the days work was finished, I returned home to the more usual MT. Little smiles exchanged and I knew I had done well, I also knew it was back to normal.

As time has passed and trust has grown and as I have become more immersed in my slavery MT has allowed herself the opportunity to experience sexually some of her properties past nature and skills. It is an area of exploration she sometimes wishes to experience. There is never any confusion as to my status, I always know I am owned but am allowed to demonstrate my other side. It works well and is something special we can enjoy together.

Of course I do not enact all past and dormant traits, I am a fairly harsh sadist and that is not something I would ever want to do to MT, and fortunately it is something she does not want either. Our sexual forays are more than enough for me. But it might be nice to inflict some pain and humiliation on some poor unsuspecting girl one day if MT permits.

This blog post has been heavily censored (by me - slave etiquette dictates I can't let the world know what a wanton slut my owner is)  ;)

Hard To Swallow

Just couldn't resist the title. If you are going down you may as well go down properly.....

Sometimes I think I have been pushed as far as I can be, and then MT always pushes me even further. In the last couple of months I feel I have become more of a slave than I had been previously. I sort of feel like sometimes within my slavery I have been in complete darkness, then there have been moments of faint light and shadows, as time has passed there have been flashes of light, then either darkness or dim light.... The patches of darkness have become less common, and I have felt more 'illuminated'. Recently, mainly due to MT informing me she may choose to take sexual pleasure in other men, I suddenly realised I was truly owned. Last night it was like all the lights had come on at once, I realise now that I have moved into another level of my slavery.

At the bi swingers/ BDSM club I was filled with the usual trepidation. There was a varied mix of people, as usual more single males than couples, and that is always a very bad sign for me. During the course of the next 5 hours I underwent so many different experiences, feelings and emotions I can barely recount them all. I was made to separately suck four different men's cocks. I think it is important to clarify that I am most definitely not bisexually orientated, and under no circumstances would I ever do any bisexual acts at my own volition. Watching me perform acts so deeply contrary to my base orientation is something which gives MT a sadistic control kick which she loves. It also reinforces how owned I am in no uncertain terms, and that I no longer have any freedom of my own will. Of the four men, three of them were each seen separately in a private room with MT, and the other one in a public area. One of them spunked down my throat, which was particularly 'distasteful', not to mention extremely humiliating, and quite surprising as he just did it without any prior warning. Honestly some people's manners are appalling.

In the private room two of the men were allowed by MT to caress her and give her numerous orgasms with their fingers, and mouth on her ass, whilst I was forced to watch at the same time as sucking their cocks. I was given the almighty humiliation of her telling me to pull down her sexy panties onto her thighs so that they could could fondle her ass. Both of the guys had objectively fit bodies, but even I could tell that one of them was very good looking and had a very toned and muscled body and it was very clear MT found him very attractive, which made me feel even worse. Afterwards I was forced to thank them 'for pleasuring my woman'. I thought I was actually going to choke on the words even more than I choked on the cock of the guy MT liked (because of course the one she found hot had to have a fucking huge cock the bastard), but managed to utter them - probably not very convincingly though.

My next trial was being bent over a bench in a public area and being given a very harsh caning in front of a group of men. The caning was very painful and as usual I hollered and howled, just a tad embarrassing. One of the guys fondled my cheeks and poked his finger into my ass. My cheeks and thighs were very sore and bruised and still are.

Seeing MT use other men to humiliate me and for her sexual pleasure was the 'big thing' I had been dreading. When she first informed me of the possibility several months ago I felt devastated. I was jealous, I wanted to be the only male and hated the thought of it, I was also scared that it would ruin our relationship, even to the point of wondering if I could still love her. I know this probably sounds very illogical, selfish, childish and a myriad of other things, but quite frankly, the thought was driving me nuts. My base nature is that of an extremely jealous, possessive man. I realize that this may be seen by some as a flaw in a personality however, it has been a key part of who I am and how I have lived my life. This area is one that I've never compromised on before in any relationship. It additionally strikes very heavily at some of my baggage, where infidelity basically brought about the demise of my two marriages. I think this speaks volumes for my relationship with MT. I love her more than I loved any other women and pleasing her is more important that pleasing myself, albeit by pleasing her I've realized that it actually does please me. My being owned means much more to me than any marriage, and evidently more than my key driver of possessiveness and jealousy. It seems life really isn't about Me-Me-Me anymore.

We spoke about it, I read about it, I kept convincing myself I was a slave and this was part of it etc etc and little by little the realisation grew that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. It was her right and it was my duty to be a good slave regardless of how it made me feel. Much easier said than done, but then aren't most things?



I was relieved I did not feel broken and damaged (this is a shining testament to the work she's systematically done over the years). I then realised not only did I feel even more love for her but the feeling I had never  felt as owned as I did then. I felt a sort of calmness, I had survived it, I had enjoyed seeing her taking her pleasure in my humiliation, and in the physical stimulation she had received and I felt privileged that I had been allowed to share this with her.

The drive home, one and a half hours, was quite tiring and painful due to my beaten rump. We only briefly discussed the events as I was driving and MT was sleepy. When we got home we fucked like rabbits and have spent the whole day reliving the night and fucking each others brains out. I have absolutely no regrets about MT teaching me my place, I needed this and she knew it. She ALWAYS knows what is right for me, her and us. It has been a very important part of my development, I feel very loved, so very enslaved and very happy and very relieved that I have crossed a line which I really thought was going to be insurmountable.

PS I would like to say a very special thank you to my fellow slaves who have posted their comments wishing to know the details of my demise, your solidarity is touching. You are true sadists, I applaud you as I throw you all under the bus.