I cracked the gay code in Taiwan. I have just come back from Taiwan and it surprised me to see what a little unknown pearl it was for a gay visitor. I didn't go there to be a Master as I wanted a rest and also didn't want to have to go through customs with a bag full of gimp masks, dildos and ropes. In my years of travel to multiple countries, I have found that Customs Officials have absolutely no sense of humour, clearly only have sex in the dark and in only the missionary position through the pee hole in their pyjamas. So vanilla it was to be. I have to admit it took me a couple of days to work out the scene but once you get your eye in, its well worth the long flight. Taiwan is a very clean and beautiful place, the people are friendly, its not expensive and everything is in English as well as Chinese. They are gay friendly with legalised gay marriage. There is still an air of Asian reticence as you don't often see gay guys walking around holding hands but then you don't really see a lot of straights doing it either. For the foody, it is a mecca of good quality, unique in some cases and cheap food.

The gay scene is mostly situated around the Red House in the Ximen area of Taipei. I didn't visit the other main cities and so I won't cover there situation. The Red house is a collection of around 15 small bars with a large external Al Fresco dinning and drinking area. The bars are gay but a lot of the locals of each sex go there so its not exclusive. As well as the bars there are a few shops which are male fashion orientated and a couple that combine clothing and sex toys. You will not find a lot of sex toys there and there is very little fetish equipment. I think at the end of the day its way to hot for rubber and leather to have a huge following. My trawling of the RECON website revealed there is a small fetish group on the island but they appear to have had limited experience and are fairly tame. At first they may appear a bit stand offish however in practise it is just that they are shy. If you make the first move they will be more than happy to talk to you. I was a bit lucky as there were very few westerners there when I was there and so I was a bit of a novelty even though I have seen half a century pass. Scattered around the Ximen area are a number of gay saunas. There are a number also spread around other parts of the city but I never had time to organise a visit. The Han Sauna didn't have a very enthusiastic write up as most intimated it was mostly for over weight old Chinese guys. I went there on a Friday at around 4 pm and I found it bustling with a broad spectrum of ages and body types. The other sauna I visited was the Rainbow Sauna or on the door it is also called the Light Horse Sauna. I was there on a Wednesday at around 4 pm and I found it had once again a varied selection of clientele. There were less people there but that maybe more to do with the day rather than the venue. I also visited the Royal Spa/Sauna which is much more up market, very clean and very professional. I had possibly the best massage ever which occurred over two hours. You can pick your masseuse from the web site. Mine was very attentive and made sure that each part of the massage was to my liking. It was the only time I have had a massage with an unhappy ending because I was sorry it had to come to an end. As mentioned I found them a bit shy and so I would not recommend that you try and grab one of the locals by his package. They do seem to have a direct nerve that goes from their nipples to their dick and it is so marked that I started to call nipples "Dick Dials". A gentle circling of a nipple will generally result in an erection and an invitation for further action. Another odd thing I noticed was that I would be walking around and all of a sudden I would get an intense look from one of the young locals which lasted for about one second. At first I thought it was because I was the only white gay in the village but I quickly learnt it is some form of come get me look. If you immediately say something to them it invariably ends up in an invitation for some action. All in all I found Taiwan a very interesting and pleasant place to visit. I would highly recommend it for both gay and straight travellers. It is very safe, the population have very good manners and are quite welcoming to strangers. Do your self a favour and go.

A slaves tale.This is a report from my interstate slave on a session he had with his normal Master. It started off normally with a spanking. Then when he started edging, he suddenly said he decided I didn't deserve to cum for another week because I "lied" and "got confused" over who was Master. I said I will be in Melbourne next week and hes like, ok Melbourne master can decide if I can cum. So I was trying to push back on it, and then after a while I ended up agreeing to it (omg I can't believe I agreed to it). Then he edged me like crazy and made me say "I don't want to cum Sir..."... Then he said he was finished and made me get dressed and locked me up and sent me home. I'm like shittibg myself. Then 2 min out the door he sends a message saying he changed his mind, come back. So I come back thinking I might get to cum. But then he made me wait while he ordered a pizza and after that he announced he actually just wanted to edge me some more and he still doesn't want me to cum... And I really debased myself cos I really wanted to cum. Then he edged a bit but the pizza guy arrived. After dinner he finally said he will let me cum on Friday instead of next week. And I said ok thank you Sir.

So then he changed his mind again saying do I really deserve to cum on Friday or next week? And I'm just going crazy. Finally he said I can cum immediately with permission after some 20min "hard edging" and I was so relieved ... So he setup a clock... And gagged me... After the 16th minute I was getting close and I asked him through the gag to stop and he pretended he didn't understand and he made me cum the first time. Then he's like aww that's very naughty I think you need to be locked up again till Friday so you can learn to cum properly.. then he milked me again for a second load. So I am locked again with the cage and I think he will let me cum tonight Sir Ok Sir. I skipped over a lot more details but generally that's how it went. I'm getting a little bit "edgy" and "frustrated " again Sir . LOL. I remember when he kicked me out of the house the first time, I was feeling sorry for myself and I was gonna plan to ask you to turn up Tuesday instead of Wednesday hehehehe.. When Sir was screwing with my head, I was also worried you might cancel next week and Sir said "oh in that case I just have to wait even longer to cum and maybe I'll just learn to build more character...etc"....so evil.

Surprize on a day out - maybe? Well I decided to take slave 3 out for the day. We went down to the beach side suburb of Williamstown and had a nice lunch outside a restaurant. The slave had been playing up a bit. He has been in long term chastity and I have made him cum a few times in the few weeks I have been seeing him. I like chastity but think long term chastity is unhealthy and besides I like to see slaves cum under my control. I had told him that he was to bring the key to his chastity device and he had seemed a bit reluctant and advised that he didn't want to cum. When I picked him up I had a plan A and plan B. Plan A was to have lunch in Williamstown if he had the key. Plan B was to go out in the country if he didn't have the key, where he was to learn the meaning of obedience. I will save that story for another time if he plays up. He had the key, so Williamstown was our destination.

On our way home, slave 3 suggested we come the scenic way. Happy to oblige and so we went via a well known park near his house which is also a well known beat. This fitted in with my plan as I had wanted to take some nude photos of him in the outside as he is a bit shy and I wanted to stretch him a little bit. A quick visit to the toilet block to get rid of our lunch wine and while there a dark guy entered who seemed to have an aggressive look. We wandered down to the rivers edge and found Mr Agro followed us down. The look didn't seem so aggressive now and I think it was just a badly formed look of lust associated with the beat. He passed us as we were just standing around and then after a minute or so we followed him along the bank. He came to a blocked off area and turned around and came back. As he passed us he gave us another intense look but I felt if he didn't have the balls to make it clear, then he could go home for a solo wank. We continued on and found two guys. The white guy was on a park bench reading and the Asian boy was sitting on the wet ground at his feet. We went past them and walked around the blocked off area. We eventually got to a land slide and could go no further. I was looking for a place to photograph the slave but across the river is a golf course and there were a bunch of old golfers who were taking forever. For slave 3 first time out, I didn't want to spook him too much and so I only wanted there to be a chance he got caught. So we turned back and eventually came to a clump of bushes just before the place where the two guys had been sitting. I was just about to get slave 3 to drop his pants for a photo when the Asian guy popped up among the bushes. It was very odd as he was off the track and was pulling branches off the bush and stripping it of leaves. We continued walking past him and ran into the white guy coming to join his friend. We continued on our way and found a couple of places where I got slave 3 to drop his pants for a bush photo. I also edged him for quite a bit, but didn't let him cum. It was on our way back to the car that we were discussing the two other guys from earlier when the penny dropped and it dawned on us how odd their situation appeared. We think we had interrupted a alfresco punishment session with a switch. The white guy had ordered the Asian guy to get a switch and they were going to go find a quiet place where he could administer his punishment. This was far too good a scene to miss and so we walked back and tried to find them but they had disappeared. Their car was still there and so therefore were they but alas we were not to be part of the scene.

Manners for slaves. One of the things I insist upon with slaves is good manners. There is of course the usual etiquette of slaves always addressing Masters and their friends as 'SIR' or 'MASTER'. This is important as it clearly defines the slaves status. There are however other manners I like slaves to practise.

For example I had an Indian slave (21) at the club for training. His body was very average and lets not beat around the bush, he was a salad dodger. He did however have magnificent manners. He was careful to always use the correct title, he never complained and after I had sent him home he sent a thank you text for the training he had received. At the conclusion of each point in the training he thanked me. When I was removing pegs from his body he thanked me, and after I had made him drink piss he thanked me. At one point I had him tied to a St Andrews cross and had left him feeling very vulnerable. I watched unbeknown to him, as various people came up to him and started to touch him up. Then along came Mr Self Over Medication. At first I thought he was just overly expressive and touchy but it became clear there were a few kangaroos missing from his top paddock. I could see slave 21 starting to freak out a bit and so I went in to reclaim my ownership and get Mr Self Over Medication to move on. Mr Self Over Medication fortunately took the hint and moved away. He proceeded to drop his pants and kneel on all fours in front of a couple of old guys who also promptly freaked out and left. His sexy look was more like a cannibals face at an operation. Later I saw RIVERKEEPER in a distant room. RIVERKEEPER is a well known Master and rope technician in Melbourne. I had slave 21 go over and present himself for inspection. He did this is the correct manner without having to be told. Body open, hands to his sides, not flinching when touched and correctly addressing the other Master. I had a slave earlier in the week who on being told to present himself to another Master had the audacity to reach out and touch the other Master on the arm with out being told. slave 21 also always made sure that he opened doors for me and when offered drink, waited until my thirst had been quenched first. I also expect slaves who find themselves temporarily without anything to do, to automatically adopt one of my standard poses of respect or use their initiative and ask for more to do. I like slaves to hover near me so I don't have to look for them and wait patiently for direction. Nothing worse than a slave who is needy. I always interpret needy slaves as being in need of punishment.

A little surprise. A slaves view of the proceedings part 2. [Rest of Tuesday Night] Melbourne's CBD street grid pattern is very confusing at night when you are cold, frustrated, horny, distracted and can't think clearly. My boss was late. I arrived even later. I said sorry I got a bit lost. He said sorry he should have waited to escort me. No, no, no, that's totally OK. I don't need an escort... I wondered how much time elapsed between him waiting at the lifts on my floor and Sir opening the door with me standing near him wearing nothing but a padlocked cage...

[Wednesday Morning] Frustratingly busy day. I found out I wasn't leaving Melbourne on Thursday. The trip was being extended to Friday. I was tempted not to tell Sir. Because I was hoping he would come back today. Sigh, better be honest, Sir has been genuine all this time... [me]: Leaving Friday Sir. Although its TOTALLY ok if you wish to visit today Sir... :) [Sir]: I can spend more time on Thursday {Oh phew, he is coming back. Aww crap an extra day of frustration.} [me]: Thursday is good Sir. No problems :) this is just driving me a bit crazy... {Actually can you please come today instead?? Please, please, PUH-LEZE...} [Sir]: How really horny or hurting [me]: First one Sir... And frustrated...and I'd really appreciate being able to cum...with your permission of course Sir... {Puh-leze Puh-leze Puh-leze Puh-leze...} [Rest of Wednesday] Silence. A bit disappointed Sir was not going to turn up today. A bit anxious about the silence. Background alarm bells growing in my mind. Will he really come back on Thursday? What will I do if he doesn't show up tomorrow night? Where is the closest Bunnings? Do they stock bolt cutters? How do I get there? I'm really frustrated. I'm straining against the cage all the time and I have another busy day tomorrow. [Thursday Morning] I want to call in sick and wank all day long. If I could cum, I'm sure the cold foggy overcast weather will clear right up. This was going to be a long day. [Thursday 5pm] Sir turned up right on schedule. I had only arrived a few minutes before. What a relief. I was ordered to undress again and lie on the bed. The anticipation of being unlocked was growing. I desperately wanted to be unlocked immediately. Sir took the key out and dangled it in front of me. Teasing. I remember begging to be released from the cage. Sir decided to be kind and unlocked me. I was already straining against the cage and it was a huge relief to be finally unlocked. Sir told me to take a shower and I remember I wanted to wank immediately in there, but Sir was watching me and the best I could do was a "thorough" clean of my cock and balls. I'll admit it felt good to finally be able to touch myself after being locked up. I wanted to cum as soon as possible. But Sir wanted more edging instead. Lying on the bed, whilst being relentlessly worked over, Sir asked what I wanted for dinner. At that stage, I couldn't care less, since I was tense and trying very hard not to explode. I came close several times, but never got any relief. My nipples, balls and cock were teased and stimulated for what seemed like an eternity. Then suddenly, Sir got up and ordered me to get dressed. I hadn't come yet, but Sir decided that didn't matter and we were going to go to dinner. He ordered me to get dressed but didn't let me wear any underwear. We walked to a nearby restaurant and as we were walking, the material from the rough jeans I was wearing was stimulating my cock and making me hard. I wanted to eat ASAP and cum ASAP. After dinner, Sir continued with more teasing, stimulation and edging. I was so worked up I needed to cover my face with a pillow because I was moaning and groaning quite loudly. I didn't want the neighbours to hear how frustrated I was. I was so worked up I started to beg for permission to cum. When Sir finally said 'yes', I exploded with relief and said 'thank you' to Sir. We took another shower afterwards and I tried to please Sir with a massage in the shower. I thought the evening was coming to an end. But Sir surprised me when he announced he wanted another load from me. I wasn't sure I could cum again so fast. Sir was adamant about it though, and immediately started milking the next one from me. To my own surprise, I felt myself getting hard again from the stimulation. And before long, I managed to cum again when Sir gave me permission. I felt totally spent and empty after this. And a little bit 'used', but in a good way. Sir noted that I came a lot the second time too. And I briefly worried he would demand a third one. I felt drained and I don't think I had anymore left. I was spent and the tension of not being allowed to cum had melted into relief and calmness. Sir called an end to the evening. He ordered me to dress him and the next time I visit, he said he would keep me locked in chastity again. I will look forward to it Sir :)