Rope tying. I have studied the Japanese rope tying skill called 'Kinbaku'. Don't get me wrong I do not profess to be an expert but just mention it as it relates to my rope tying style. Kinbaku is fun to learn and came about from practical purposes. The Japanese police prior to western influence never used hand cuffs. Prisoners were tied up using very quick and practical methods to quickly disable foes. They had numerous methods which were based on the prisoners status. Certain knots were used on the gentry while others were for joe peasant. Some rope tying methods were designed to torture the prisoner by either placing them in uncomfortable positions or by slow strangulation increase discomfort or cause death. In the 1950's the least dangerous of these skills morphed into erotic play and became quite intricate, skilful and almost works of art. One of the most important skills is the art of suspension of the victim. Done badly all sorts of problems and dangers can manifest. The trouble with this is that it has become an art form and to me by the time I have the victim tied up I am exhausted and my erection but a distant memory. As a consequence you will see in some of my photos I have included that victims are not tied up like a pretty present. . I like to make my victim tying quick so I can move them through a number of positions in a single session. This is particularly important when dealing with novices who also tend to get bored. My rope tying tends to be insidiously clever and designed more to produce an effect rather than look like the product of a scout on cocaine. I use body parts as weights to stretch balls, I immobilise parts so I can get easy access, I make it impossible for the victim to use their arms or legs normally and then have them perform some function for me. Some of you rope tying Masters out there I can hear you screaming 'heretic'. Yes its true I think a lot of the current rope tying performed is more about showing off rather than actually enhancing sex. Think about it.

Just another day. A while ago I had a slave who I called nine. Nothing really interesting about him, he was only average to look at, about 30 years old, happily married...... Yes I said married. Over the years I have had a number of so called straight slaves who were married but came to me for the humiliation and control. Who would have thought marriage could be short of those two elements. After we had had half a dozen sessions I felt it was getting a bit hum drum and needed to go up a notch. On our scheduled meeting day I told him that he would have to arrive at exactly 2 pm. "No problems Sir" he said. "Good" I said "I want you to empty your car of everything larger than a postage stamp prior to arriving. You are to come here totally nude and I don't want to find so much as a sock in the car when you arrive". At that time slave 9 had a 20 minute drive to my house. He was told to park in my drive way and to get out of the car on his arrival and stand beside the car facing the house until I come out.

I waited a couple of minutes and then I came out along with three of my friends. I thought slave 9 would let me down for a second as he started to move to cover himself with his hands but quickly recovered and readopted the position. I had a quick look over the car and was very happy to see there wasn't so much as a chupa chup wrapper in the vehicle. I then led us all inside and had slave 9 serve afternoon tea to the four of us. Once we had finished our tea we had slave nine wank for us while we flicked rubber bands at him.I allocated points according to where we hit him and came a creditable second to my old mate who is a Master from Sydney on a visit. We stopped him numerous times so we could finish the game before he came but we forgot about that so he never got to cum (he he he). Two of my friends left at that point and so it was just the Master from Sydney and myself to finish working him over to the wee hours of the morning. A great day had by all. During the session that followed we asked slave 9 how he went driving to my house. He said he was mostly concerned with being pulled over by the police and so he had driven very carefully within the speed limits the whole way. He decided he better take the most reliable car as a breakdown might lead to a breakdown of his own (LOL)and so he took the wifes car. He often cleans all the cars and so clearing it of everything and washing it wasn't unusual. He got into the car in the garage and drove out without being seen. Damn I must disable his remote control next time. He made sure he didn't park beside any buses or SUVs at traffic lights but did get caught by a motor bike rider who was splitting lanes. He also thought there might have been a pedestrian at a crossing who might have seen him as he went around the corner. It appears my little game generated quite a bit of anxiety in slave 9.

Remote control. Good morning Sirs this is slave 3. Master has asked me to tell you about my trip to the gay sauna. Master occasionally likes to use me in a new location and so we agreed to meet at a local gay sauna after work. Master was already waiting for me when I got there. He ordered me to strip and put my clothes in the locker. I was then to put my towel over my shoulder as I was going to be paraded around nude. The place was quite full and I am only about 70% comfortable with public nudity and so this does create a little embarrassment for me which Master is fully aware of and uses to my chagrin. He then led me into a cubicle and I was ordered to provide him with a massage which is one of his favourite services that I provide.

I worked on Masters body for about 20 minutes and then it got a bit much and he ordered me to suck his cock. I have been taught how to suck cock properly and so it is more like worshipping than sucking. It wasn't long before he ordered me to bend over and he entered me hard and fast. He pumped away for a while but pulled out prior to cumming. He then advised we were going to have a walk around. He grabbed some lube from the dispenser prior to walking out the door and rubbed it into his fingers on his right hand. He grabbed me by the neck with his left hand and proceeded to push his index finger up my arse. He then started to guide me around in front of him with pressure from his finger. He pushed me into the steam sauna and we walked around until he found a guy up against the wall who was a very nice looking 30 something with just enough muscle. Using his finger he pushed me down in the direction of this random guys cock. I don't need a hit on the head with a brick to get the idea and so I started to suck this guy. He got hard almost instantly. I worshipped his cock for a few minutes and then I felt the pressure of the finger again and I knew it was time to go. I left my random guy just as disappointed as I felt. Out and about we went again. I am not sure that most of the other patrons realised what was fully going on as it was all happening to the back however there were plenty of looks as I walked around naked. Back into the cubicle we went and Master entered me again. This time he finished it off and blew streams of jism into me that seemed to last for minutes.

The first meeting slave 5. My first meeting with slave 5 was at a gay sex club. I made sure I got there first so that I would be waiting when he arrived. At the appointed time he arrived and as per my instructions he stood just inside the door looking at the door in a respectful manner with his head bowed. He was told not to move once in position and so I watched him for a few minutes to make sure he followed my instructions. This also built up his stress as he wasn't sure who was watching him and whether or not I was there watching him. I eventually came up behind him and told him to follow me. I led him upstairs and into a cubicle. I then had him strip. He had only started when my hand shot out and slapped him hard as he hadn't bothered to fold his clothes neatly. I gave his body a very careful inspection and made sure I felt his muscles, rolled his balls in my hand, pulled his foreskin back for a look at the head and had him bend over and spread his cheeks so I could check his hole.

I then had him try on some of the gear that he brought with him and inserted a number of increasingly large dildos to see what he could take. I then gave him a few dollars and told him to get me a drink from the bar. He reached for his shorts and I told him that he wouldn't be needing them. The look on his face was priceless. I immediately got some push back and was advised that he wasn't ready for that at this point. I just looked at him for a minute in silence and then in a very stern voice said get out there and do as your told or get the fuck out and don't come back. Out he went to the bar totally naked. Unfortunately there were only a few guys in the club at this time as it was still early but there were enough to make it embarrassing for him. Fortunately I was able to talk to the bar man before slave 5 had arrived and we had hatched a plan. When slave 5 got to the bar the barman made sure he stretched his visit out as long as possible. By the time slave 5 got back with my drink his face was red as a beetroot. I then put him through a number of bondage positions. He had expressed an interest in punishment in our prior discussions and so I had him lie on the bunk and I worked his bum, legs and back over with a paddle, a leather strap and my hand. He was used sexually to provide me with some pleasure and then I started wanking him. I teased him for awhile, stopping occasionally to stop him from cumming too quickly. Eventually I told him to wank himself and then started to use my hands to restrict his breathing. Blocking his nose and mouth until he was very red and then letting him only have a quick one or two breaths. He eventually came and came and came. He was a married man and so I suspect he hadn't had sex for quite awhile. I didn't let him rest and quickly put a dog chain onto his collar and then led him around the club so that any punters who had missed his last trip to the bar could get an eye full. In the movie room I had him go across and ask one of the members what the movie was that he was watching. Most of the time I led him around standing but I did ride him like a horse also. All in all a very hard first time meeting for slave 5.

Brains are in their genitals part two. As previously blogged slaves brains are attached to their genitals and so a Master can quickly gain control using the genital highway. I have a number of control methods I use. One of the most effective is cum control. I have noticed that slaves once they have cum can be quite bolshy. As a general rule I keep slaves cumless for generally around two weeks. I think they need to express cum at least fortnightly to keep the tubes in good order. This does vary from slave to slave and needs to be adjusted to suite the purpose and individual need. Some times I will extend the abstinence period to teach them a lesson. Some times with a new slave I will gradually increase the abstinence period until they get used to it.

I like to clean out their pipes each fortnight however that doesn't mean they will enjoy the process. I will some times give them strict time limit to cum. If they fail to cum in that time they go back into chastity for another fortnight. To cum in these circumstances takes a lot of the fun out of it for the slave. Ruined orgasms are also another way of taking the fun out of a good wank. Just as they start to cum you cease all penis stimulation. This cleans the pipes but leaves them just as edgy. Alternatively make them cum multiple times before they are allowed to rest. Another way is to have them sit in front of you and your friends for extra impact and have them wank on command and stop on command. Any extra stroking after the stop command or any unauthorised discharge gets instant punishment. This can be drawn out over hours and there is always not letting them cum at the end. Slap them back into their chastity cage once you have finished teasing. Another fun way to have them wank for you is to have them tied in an uncomfortable position with only one hand free and maybe its not their usual wank hand. I had a bit of fun with slave 8 one day. I made him stand in front of me and wank while I flicked rubber bands at his genitals. I have also stood beside him with a one foot ruler and repeatedly hit his balls while he wanked. Great fun and very educational for the slave. I hope this has given you a few ideas on how to train your slaves.

Promenading. Master class 101 requires slaves to walk one pace behind the Master when out. This has always been a requirement for me and it was in turn taught and expected of me when I was serving a Master when I was learning the trade so to speak. Recently I was chatting to a Master in Singapore and they apparently have a different cultural slant on it in Singapore. The Singapore Master advised that over there the slave always walks in front as a sign of respect.

This got me thinking about why we do it the way we do and to be quite frank the only reason I could find was that it puts you in the position of leader and therefore in total control of the path being taken. It probably harks back to the days when kings led from the front to show that they had no fear. I am not sure there is a need for modern Masters to show no fear while walking around the street or any one else for that matter unless you are going through some crack estate full of bogans. On the other hand I could see lots of benefits from having the slave walk in front. One. I can watch him to make sure his mind is on the job and not leering at every pretty boy wandering past. Two. Once the slave is told where to go they have to do the navigating and woe behold if they get you lost. Three. They can have doors open for you before you get there so you don't have to wait. Four.They have to make sure they stay just in front and don't get too far away. This gives them a third thing to think about other than navigation and pleasing you. Five. If you have them collared or some other obvious adornment of their servitude they are more open for everyone to see rather than being able to hide behind you. Six. You can still put them on a lead if you wish either directly to their neck or around their balls, under the crutch and out over the top of their pants. The western way of slave behind has a number of decided disadvantages I also discovered on reflection. Firstly. You can't see what they are doing so they could be pulling faces, giving you the finger or perving on pretty boys. Secondly. They only have to follow behind mind in neutral while you do the work of navigating. How embarrassing for the Master if you get lost. Thirdly. You have to wait for them to come forward to open doors. Fourthly. If you do wander into a drug estate then the expendable slave/s can be expected to deal with the mugger allowing you to escape if necessary. This Master from now on has slaves to the front.

Brains are in their genitals Part One. I have come to firmly believe that slaves brains are in their genitals. Control the genitals and you control the slave. As a consequence I like to make sure that slaves keep me firmly on their minds during the day that way they are less likely to stray from my designated path. Therefore I like to impress upon their minds a reminder of me and I mean impress. I have a number of ways to do this. One. The first is obvious make them wear a chastity device. This keeps them from having an erection, applies constant pressure to the penis and balls and from time to time gives them a painful reminder if its caught in clothing. Two. Make them wear womens underwear. Once again they are not built for sausage and two eggs and so there can be some lack of comfort as a constant reminder. They have to be careful bending or else the frilly lacey bits may show over the jeans. Three. Make them wear no underwear. The occasional commando raid feels quite odd and can be arousing if used occasionally. Four. Cut a hole in the front of their underwear and thread their penis though it. Once again this feels odd and is a constant reminder. Five. Have them wear their underwear back to front. Once again there is not much room for junk and so it is a reminder of you for the whole day. Six. Have them wear underwear a couple of sizes too small. Once again pressure pressure pressure to pressure their mind towards you. Seven. Snap a padlock around their balls. This is uncomfortable, can't be removed without your permission, provides and effective weight to stretch the balls particularly if no underwear is warn in conjunction.

Eight. Add sand paper to their underwear for that extra scratch. Vary the grade so that it has levels of scratch for variety. Obviously this is only used in your presence otherwise it won't last long in their underwear. Nine. Add ball stretchers or cock rings for that extra bit of reminding pressure. It is a good habit to lay out some where in the house what you want them to wear each day. It helps keep them on their toes. Ten. Have then wear an electric dog collar around their little clits and give them a shock from time to time. So much fun when you are out shopping and they are talking to shop assistants, bus drivers, taxi drivers etc.

Slave 6. I wasn't sure about slave 6. We had spoken on the internet over a period of a month. Some times he would seem to be an ideal fit and other times he would seem like so many other internet time wasters. One night while talking to him I had a bit of a brain flash (more likely the red wine was starting to kick in). A test of his commitment was required. I told him of my concerns and said he would have to pass a test before I would meet him.

I gave slave 6 my address and told him that at exactly 7 pm he was to get naked across the road and stay that way for 30 seconds. He was to adopt a pose of respect (standing at ease position with head bowed and not moving)and face directly at the given address. After 30 seconds he was to put his clothes on and leave without looking back and that I would contact him the next day if I felt he passed the test. My street is not on a main road but there is a reasonable amount of through traffic heading towards the shops just around the corner. I omitted to tell him that I was having a few friends over that night for dinner. He was also warned that there would be no excuses accepted if he failed to show or if he cut it short. Just prior to the appointed hour I went to the window and commented that there was a great sunset starting to happen. My seven guests all wandered over to the window for a bit of a look. Little did they know what was about to happen. Right on 7 pm my potential slave was standing directly in front of my house. One of the guests mentioned that the guy across the road looked a bit dodgy standing in a coat when the weather was not even cool. Just as everyone adjusted their gaze he dropped the coat and was standing there in his full glory. Reasonably fit, 30ish years of age, dark hair, shaved pubes and a good sized uncut penis. The room went quiet for the first 10 seconds as everyone tried to take in the sight. Then the room burst into a barrage of laughter and pointing. Across the road I suspect slave 6 could hear the pandemonium as he appeared to have developed a full body blush. Anyway exactly 35 seconds later he burst into action and had his coat on and his legs pumping hard and fast. Nobody hosts a dinner like I do. I decided that I would accept slave 6 and he joined the stable for a couple of years until his work took him to lucky London

Kevin and andrew. I occasionally get contacted by other Masters who would like to talk about what I do and pick my brains for ideas about how they can improve their current arrangements. Kevin talked to me at length and after a few weeks we decided to meet at a local gay leather venue. They were a bit of an odd couple. Kevin was of Indian extraction, was not in good shape and around 30 years old. His slave andrew was around the same age but was in very fine form. I brought slave eight with me and had him wait in one of the side bars until I decided it was time for the others to meet him. They seemed pleasant enough and they appeared to have quite a well functioning Master/slave relationship which had been going for quite a number of years. Kevin seemed quite strict and andrew seemed to really like being dominated and even needed it to counteract his quite high pressure job. They had a nude slave policy around the house for all visitors except for andrews family visits which were rare as he came from interstate. He was allowed to wear only shorts when tradesmen or other officialdom visited. When they were just relaxing in the lounge room andrew sat on the floor at his Masters feet. I brought slave eight over and had him buy us all a round of drinks. It appears that andrew has trouble wearing a chastity device and so they have a trust agreement on his ability to cum. I was not convinced that this was entirely correct and felt that andrew may have been faking it so he could wank at will. I had slave eight stand up and drop his pants and show them his CB6000 chastity device and pointed out that they are quite secure and comfortable to wear. I suggested that maybe they should try this device to see how it goes. This brought a few smiles to the three or four punters in the bar. Kevin allows andrew to cum around once a fortnight which is similar to my requirements. Any way we chatted for an hour or so and then parted vouching to meet again in the near future. I discussed the night with eight on the way home and we both agreed that andrew probably wasn't quite truthful about his inability to wear chastity devices. When we got home I had eight strip immediately and then put him over my knee. I then lectured him about drooling over other slaves without permission and gave him enough serious wacks to make him think twice about doing it again. I made him also wear a blind fold all the next day and gave him quite a list of duties to carry out while visually hindered. The cheek of him.