Cages. The caging of a slave has many uses and benefits. There are cages and also cages which will also change the effect for the slave. The big bastard. The big bastard is needed when you expect the slave to sleep in a cage. It needs to be big enough for him to stretch out and sleep. It sounds nice and tough to say they don't need all that room as they are only slaves but in the real world they have to be rested enough to be able to work. For safety you need to be able to release the door quickly in the event of a fire. I personally don't lock the door as I don't want to have to wake up when the slave bleats about needing a piss. It is also good that they can get out in the morning and make my cup of tea without me having to get out of bed. I use the bars as psychological imprisonment most of the time. It can be used for slave time out to think about their actions but there are better ways of achieving that with other cages. There are down sides to having a cage in the room. What do you do with it when mum visits. It can also be off putting when you have been successful in picking up a vanilla sex god. I am not adverse to forbidding the slave from leaving the cage over night. I am happy to put them in nappies or make them use a bottle. If the cage is somewhere like a garage then you could just make them piss or shit themselves. It is hard work being a Master as there are so many decisions to make.

The oh so squeezy. The oh so squeezy is a much smaller cage and it is designed to make the slave very uncomfortable. It is tight and there is no room to stretch out or turn around. This is the most effective way of giving a slave time out to think about their poor service. For this I use a large dog transporter cage. It is made out of plastic with a wire grill door. It can be locked but the door latch is placed so that it is very difficult for the slave to manipulate it anyway. To get in the slave has to crawl in backwards and once in cannot turn around. This is portable and so I can take it with me in the car, light so it can be lifted easily by one person or dare I say slave and weather proof so it can be left outside no problems. If mum comes over just tell her its for the dog. I can leave a slave in there wallowing in their piss and shit for as long as I want without it ruining the rugs and then it can be easily cleaned. I can also place it in my lounge room with the wire grill door facing me so I can watch both the TV and my slave enjoying their seclusion time. Being plastic with a wire grill door I can also throw buckets of cold water over the slave to add to their pleasure. The only disadvantage I see with this cage is that due to its tight size there are limits to how long a slave can be left in there to contemplate.

The wire wonderland. The wire wonderland is as its name suggests made of wire. Mine currently has a cover over it as I was using it to transport slave 8 around the farm on a wet day. The wire has a number of benefits. It is bigger than 'the oh so squeezy' but smaller than the 'big bastard'. It is still too small for the slave to stretch out but they can turn around. It is wire and so they can see in all directions which is not necessarily desirable. I find that slaves imaginations can run riot if they hear activity but can't see whats actually going on. Be it sex, a flogging or even just talking to a stranger; the slaves imagination will go into over drive if they can only listen. This cage is wire so it will rust if you leave it out side. Being wire though means you can have the slave back up onto any implement or body part you want. You can easily make it into a 'oh so squeezy' just by pushing a few rods through the wire at spots to restrict their movement. The good visibility into the cage does mean that you can totally supervise their position and actions without having to leave your chair.

I have seen another cage on the internet which was of wire construction and completely formed around the slave so that he was permanently in a kneeling position poised for sex with who ever required relief. This is a bit extreme though and would be way to expensive for the average Master as it would have to be individually made for each slave. It would also have very limited time usage before the slave started to have health issues with circulation.

Out door training. I have probably misnamed this post as it was more out door testing. I have a visiting friend who I think has slave tendencies but I am not quite sure if he is ready yet to take the quantum leap. I decided to take him down to the Yarra River which flows a few minutes drive from my place. We took one of the canoes and set off up stream for a day on the cool water rather than swelter around the house. He is Indian and only been in Australia a few years. He is not confident in water so I had to gee him up a bit and make sure he felt safe in the buoyancy vest before we set off. As we pushed away from the bank I said "Fuck". He quickly responded by asking what the was the matter. I told him that I had forgotten the crocodile spear. I have a wicked sense of humour and got much enjoyment from seeing his eyes like dinner plates and the general look of horror. I reassured him that there are no crocodiles in southern Australia and we set off again with gusto. We paddled for an hour up river. The Yarra River is very beautiful near my house and you frequently see kangaroos and all types of bird life as you paddle along so its a great day if you want to show a visitor some of the country. We had to get out a few times to cross rapids and so by the time we found a nice bank to relax on we were quite wet.

I suggested we ditch the clothes to let them dry and we settle down for a bite to eat and a few beers. We are sitting in the river drinking when down comes a guy in shorts and sits down about 50 metres down stream. My friend says "what are we going to do" as we were both naked. Without even thinking I told him to stand up for a minute and his slavish nature kicked in and he got up without even questioning me. He stood just long enough to be seen and then sat down. The guy down the river got up then and removed his shorts and sat down again. He moved on after half an hour and we were left alone. Over our couple of beers we talked about a variety of things and sex is always high on the list of topics for my friend. He has a good solid 8 inch brown uncut trouser snake and in the current circumstances it was pleasant viewing as any discussion on sex tends to get him going and so he waxed and waned between a 50% and 75% erection. He made some comment about handcuffs and I said you don't need handcuffs as a good piece of rope will do the job equally well. I then got the rope I use to tie up the canoe and showed him how to use it to tie a persons arms. He got to a 100% erection at this point which was quite pleasant and unmistakeable. Needless to say I had to do something about that and let me just say that a long barrel obviously gives extra range. Next time he is down I am going to make sure that I secure the food and drink to the canoe with extra rope as I would hate to lose the supplies and some extra rope is always useful.

I am pissed off. I had yet another potential slave fail to appear today. Why is this so? Happy for slaves to chicken out but at what point did we decide that manners no longer counted. Where was my text or message. Is it really that hard to just send a message that you have changed your mind and won't be coming or cumming for that matter? I blame this phenomena on a couple of things: 1. Newbies. Something they always wanted to do and on reading a profile felt a bit of blood seeping into that small piece of meat we will call a penis (if it helps their self esteem). In the morning after a good lonely wank they chicken out to continue on with their normal lonely or pretend straight life. 2. Married guys. Once again after a nice read of a profile, the small brain gets hard for the first time in weeks and so there is "Master I really want to serve you. I will do anything you want etc etc blah blah". Then later the dragon arises from her lair and married guy has the guilts set in and he avoids the internet for a week or two. He then goes back to "yes dear, no dear" and continues with his sexless life. 3. Mr bored and pissed. Quite out there when he has had a few drinks. Happy to muck around with his football mates and go the squirrel grip, pull their pants down or pull his dick out and dance around. After all its just the boys mucking around after a few drinks and couldn't be considered gay. Then in the cold hard light of sobriety he goes back to Mr Straight and laughs off the photos. Or if he has made an appointment with a Master he will go quiet or block them. 4. Mr Ego. I am the coolest dude on the block, I look good and I am doing you a favour by wanting to serve you. Trouble is later Mr Ego goes I'm a bit tired and I can't be bothered. He then justifies it to himself that the Master was 30 and he only plays with people up to 29, that out of the 18 listed kinks there was one he thought a bit odd so he was obviously weird or that he lived more than three houses away and so he was to hard to meet with despite the fact he has a car or good public transport. Well slaves out there I am sick of it. All good Masters will spend a lot of time in preparation prior to any meeting. They will read through the slaves profile and see what they want to get out of the training, they will then see how best to incorporate it into their own needs. They will review the slaves boundaries to make sure that the session goes smoothly. There maybe purchases to make to meet specific scenarios and there will be setting up of the play room. Then there is the sitting around waiting for the slimy snivelling soft cock to show up rather than getting other needed tasks completed. To make sure a training session goes well there is so much preparation that it is no wonder that Masters get really pissed off when balless cock snot don't have the decency to advise that they are not going to show up. This morning I had a no show who I had gone to a lot of trouble to accommodate a few months ago. Apparently he is different now and begged me to train him. Well sorry spawn of a spineless jelly fish I have no intention of attempting to meet you again.

Slave holidays. Is there such a thing as a slave holiday. I think from my point of view there is but it does not fall in the normal definition. If I go on holidays I am very happy to take my slaves. Even if we are staying in a hotel where everything is done for us there are certain tasks which the slave will be responsible for completing. Obviously there are new tasks such as carrying bags, arranging tours, and organising transport. Most of the domestic chores won't be required and so I suppose on the weight of it there is less for them to do. They will still be expected to provide sexual services and probably more of them with the added time available and there will be personal servant duties, making cups of tea, massages, and running errands to name a few. I therefore like to fill in the space with new things to do as idle slave hands lead to trouble. Therefore below I have included my 12 slave tasks for the Christmas holidays: One. Have them review their training for the year and give you a list of good points and bad points and future wishes. This will help to keep the relationship on track for both your expectations. Two. Invent a holiday game. Every time we see a common holiday event then the slave gets a paddle on return home. This could be when you see a tram if you visit Melbourne, whenever you see a Hawaiian shirt, budgie smugglers on the beach, thongs etc. Three. Holiday sex is always good. Have a day out and have the slave find someone suitable for you to mate with on your return or else he gets punished. Four. A new wardrobe is always good for holidays. Make the slave go shopping for female attire and make sure it is to fit perfectly. Five. Leave the slave in the hotel tied to a bed naked for the cleaners to find while you go out. I would recommend you only do this in a boutique gay hotel and perhaps word up the manager before hand. Six. Following on from the previous task, tie the slave naked to a chair and call room service.

Seven. Review the slave contract. Holidays are a good time to do this as you can allocate dedicated time. Eight. Holiday photos are good to prove you have been away. Get a collection of naked slave photos at various locations around your holiday destination. Nine. Fun at the beach is always relaxing. Using block out sun cream draw pictures of cocks, balls, or rude words onto the slaves body. After a day in the sun he will have an embarrassing white picture on his body for all to see surrounded by tan. Ten. Its always hard to find toilets when on holiday in exotic places. As you go around make the slave drink water but don't let him go to a toilet until you get back to the hotel. If he wets himself too bad. Eleven. Food can also be dodgy on holidays. When you are in a restaurant, send the slave to the toilet to wank into a cup with a strict time limit. He is to come back (or should that be cum back - LOL)and pour it over his food for added seasoning.Twelve. Everybody likes random sex when on holidays. Sell sex with your slave to other travellers and use it to pay for the holiday.

In the beginning. I was pondering the other night when I developed an interest in Master/slave domination. As with most things in life it probably wasn't one specific thing as on thinking back there were a number of interesting things which got the blood flowing into the small brain. I think the earliest was when I was at school and about 15 years old. I went to an all boys school and anything vaguely homosexual would have led to a miserable life at the school. One day while waiting for a teacher (we called them Masters at the time LOL)to arrive for class, one of the least popular boys made some comment. I can't remember what it was but it seemed to piss a couple of the others off. Next thing I knew the boys had grabbed this boy, one on each arm while a third boy undid his pants and pulled down his jocks. There he was in all his glory on display for the rest of the class and there was not a thing he could do about it. The third guy then gave him a good solid punch to the ball bag and he was let go to pull up his pants and recover as best he could.

Later when I was in my early 20's I went away for the weekend with a group of guys. We used to drink quite heavily and so it used to get quite messy by the early hours. This particular night one of the guys was grabbed and they started tickling him as he had been stupid enough to say he was very ticklish. Next thing he had his clothes removed. It wasn't hard as it was a hot night and everyone was only wearing shorts. Hands came from every where and he was given a thorough tickling from his ribs to his feet. He seemed to enjoy it as he became quite hard and it was very obvious to every one. Someone (a supposed straight one at that) gave him a couple of good long rubs on the dick and he came to everyone's supposed horror. This guy also got the nickname of 'Tickles' from then on. There were a couple of other incidents along the way which happened long before I went to my first gay bar. The thing I think I enjoyed most about these incidents was the power exchange or more correctly the removal of power from the victim. The first gay bar I went to was a leather bar here in Melbourne. I went initially when it was relatively new and the front bar was still a straight suburban bar. I must have looked gay or surprised because when I walked in the old guys at the bar looked me over and said I needed to go out back to the poofter bar. When I went out the back a whole new world opened up involving Masters , slaves, leather, power exchange, bondage, puppy play etc. And that my friends was the start of a long love affair with the kinky side of life.

Rugby player. As previously mentioned I have just come back from New South Wales. I went up to help a mate and by chance a slave contacted me on a well known web site from the same town. We chatted over a couple of days and set up a possible meet. I say possible because its over a nine hour drive to the town from my place and we were going up one day and returning the next. On the way up there were quite a number of texts from this guy. He is in his early 30's and straight but loves being dominated and bound. He is over six feet tall and a bit over weight but still has lots of really big muscle hidden underneath. He advised me that he was a rugby forward and definitely looked the part. As we got closer to the town his texts dried up and so I started to get that uneasy feeling that he was going to be a no show. Once we arrived I advised him of our location and he intimated that he was really nervous and asked all sorts of questions about what I intended to do to him. Really how bad can I be in a motel with neighbours just on the other side of a tissue paper wall. Anyway lots more texts telling me he was held up but he would be coming blah blah blah. Finally the slave arrived and then I got a surprise as it was my mate who got nervous and disappeared. Always the back bone of any endeavour I soldiered on by my self with the slave.

I started off having him strip one piece of clothing at a time. As each piece came off I commented on his good points, got him to turn around and generally felt the merchandise. Once he was totally naked I had him stand under the light and then went very thoroughly over his body. I looked in his mouth and ran my finger over his teeth, felt all his muscles, rolled his balls around my hands and pulled his foreskin back to check on the one eyed snake. I had him place his hands on the bed so I could part his arse cheeks and check out his hole. Once I was happy with the meat display I showed him a couple of poses I like my slaves to use. While he was kneeling at my feet I questioned him in detail about his preferences and sex life in general. He told me that although he was straight he had previously had a number of gay experiences including some kinky straight stuff where he had been pegged and also abused by a group of girls aided by some boys. I then put a nice lycra mask on him and started to tie him in various bondage positions. After maybe an hour I had suspended my boots from his testicles and was happily kicking them backwards and forwards. He then advised me that he felt faint and wanted to spew. I have never seen me move so quick trying to undo my various knots. I got him free to the point where he could move and pushed him in the direction of the toilet where he started vomiting immediately. He seemed to recover and so I suggested he lay on the bed while I fully removed the ropes while he recovered. We started to talk and he advised that he has a heart condition which some times causes him to faint. Not something I was expecting from a big rugby player. Anyway he didn't want medical assistance and so we just talked about his life in general. After awhile I realised the magic of the moment was gone and so we decided it had been fun and parted. A very interesting and surprising night.

Sorry.I have been having computer problems lately so I haven't been able to post pictures. I am currently in New South Wales checking out a new slave. I will tell you all about it on Monday when I return home.

Showers. Lots of fun can be had in a shower. It can be a playground, torture chamber, training ground or even a place to wash. Lets look at Playground. While there are generally no swings in a shower there is plenty of opportunity to play. Nothing like having a slave sit in the shower blind folded with his mouth open and then directing a stream of warm piss all over his head and in his mouth. Make him guess whose piss it is to avoid punishment. He can be seated on a nice dildo at the same time for extra laughs. Alternatively have him take your penis in his mouth and drink as you unleash. This generally ends in some nice choking sounds. A third alternative is to have him hold a big bowl under his chin as you piss on him and then make him drink the bowl dry. Torture chamber. Nothing like having a slave take a cold shower to get their attention. Leave then in there and keep filling them with drink and make them hold it in under threat of severe punishment. They generally end up crying and pleading in a most pleasing way with this treatment. They can then be told to lick up the mess. Apply some menthol based linament to balls, cock, nipples or arse. Wait until it starts to burn and then give them a squirt of water to magnify the effect. Its also a good place to use their toothbrush to rub toothpaste into sensitive parts of the skin.Training ground. Cleaning the shower is a character building exercise for a slave. Nothing depersonalises a slave like supervising their personal cleaning. Small groups can be brought in to watch the process and nothing like a wank display under duress such as cold water.Place to wash. I like to be clean and so when there is a slave present I like them to act as my man servant. They take off my clothes, they join me in the shower and wash me, when I get out they dry me and eventually dress me.

POW. This year has been very wet in southern Australia. As a consequence I have been house bound to a certain extent. House bound=bored. To relieve the boredom I decided a bit of role play was in order. Enter slave 7. It is a 40ish married accountant who visits occasionally. I had him enter my house through the back door. I was waiting for him behind the doorway and quickly threw a pillow case over his head along with a loop of elastic to hold it in place. Pinning his arms I pushed him to the ground and bound his arms. I use a couple of loops around both wrists which then have another loop which goes around the wrist loops to pull it tight into rope hand cuffs .Suitably trussed like the turkey he is I then removed all his clothes. Fortunately for him it only meant I had to cut off his T shirt as the rest could just be pulled off. He was then told that he was my prisoner and that he was going to be interrogated.

I placed him seated in a chair and tied his ankles to a leg each. The same with his wrists. I then went to work demanding he tell me his secrets. Every time slave7 offered some information he was told that I already knew it and wanted the real secret. He would then feel pain. I covered him in pegs and nipple clamps. These were pulled, flicked and twisted as required. He wriggled, and yelled to be released. He begged me to tell him what I wanted to know. Each time he was told that he knew and had better start giving me what I wanted. I then poured cold water over him and mocked his retracting cock. I grabbed a small paddle and started to hit him all over. Between the legs, across his nipples, hands, head and feet. This went on for an hour. Part way through I stuffed a sock in his mouth to silence him and restrict his breathing. Eventually all good things come to an end. I threw him out the back door with what was left of his clothes.

Public Slave Training. I looked out the window and the weather had finally got better and looked like it might be a good day. I decided I would take slave 8 outside for some sunshine. I ordered him to don T shirt, shorts and sandals. Out into the big blue day we went and headed towards the shops to do a bit of shopping so slave 8 thought but little did he know. We got down to the shops and all of a sudden in the middle of the mall I ordered slave 8 to give me 20 push ups. This attracted a bit of attention and put a nice red glow into the cheeks of slave 8. We then wondered on and looked in a few shops. On exiting the last shop I decided to have a smoke. I ordered slave 8 to adopt the standing pose and then lit up. This in itself looked a bit odd and got a few interested stares but then to up the ante I started to blow my smoke into his face. I love the way slave 8 blushes. He very easily colours up which I find quite attractive.

We next went into a mens wear shop. Mr Bright, Bouncy and Gay (MBBG) arrived to serve us. I informed him that I wanted to buy underwear for my slave. This put a smile on his face while slave 8 nearly fainted. I advised MBBG that I wasn't sure of his size and asked if he could measure him so we get a good fit. MBBG was very helpful and went and measured slave 8 waist. I noticed that as he bent down to do the measuring his eyes never left the bulge of slave 8 package. MBBG came back with a few types of underwear. I ordered slave 8 to drop his pants in the dressing room. I then put on a show for MBBG and gave slave 8 a chastising for not wearing underwear even though we both knew he had been ordered not to put them on. MBBG had after an initial good look had turned away and advised that we had to keep the curtain closed while we made our selections. By the time we got to the counter to pay for the underwear MBBG was smiling like a rat with a gold tooth at the cash register and slave 8 looked like he was about to have a coronary. I announced to slave 8 that we would be heading home. His pain wasn't over though as I made him stand in the aisle on the uncrowded bus and made him hold up his purchases for me to see.