It doesn't have to be wild but definitely not mild. I haven't seen slave 2 in over a year. He recently contacted me on a fetish website and we agreed to catch up. We have had a long history and one which has been interesting and diverse over my early days as a Master. Like an old boot he is comfortable and knows how to please me exactly as I like it. We are both busy people, who have hectic lives and so it took a couple of cancelations before we finally decided to meet at my place. He arrived at the appointed hour on Monday night and entered as I stood aside so he could place his bag near the door. I had only just got home and so the heater hadn't started to kick in and warm the place. Even though it was chilly he commenced to remove his clothes, until he stood naked in front of me. All the clothes neatly folded and him naked in position one in a show of respect. I let my fingers run over his body until they clamped on his nipples which I started to pinch and twist until he flinched.

I led him into the kitchen and with out an order he started to make dinner. He brought all the ingredients and other than the use of a few of my kitchen tools, he set to work. Within a few minutes he had dinner bubbling away and smelling delicious. He then suggested we adjourn to the bedroom so he could give me a nice massage. I have had many massages from slave 2 and they are sensational. He massages the whole body from the top of your head down to your toes and all places in between. He also uses yoga techniques to further enhance the stretching of tired muscles. Occasionally he would wander out to check on dinner. Once he had finished the massage, complete with happy ending, he got up and headed out to the kitchen to serve while I had a quick shower to remove the oil. By the time I had finished my shower, dinner was on the table. A lovely pair of tender lamb shanks over a mash of mixed vegetables and a rich sauce. I permitted him to join me at the table and we had a nice dinner with pleasant talk about old times and generally catching up. I then went into the lounge room and started to watch Australian Ninja. Nothing like the sight of rippled male bodies, doing very hard things, to grab the attention of a gay male. Meanwhile slave 2 had got up once we had finished dinner and without asking, commenced the washing and drying up. He then came in and asked if I would like a cup of tea. With out having to tell him how, he remembered and went off and made it just as I like. When he returned with our cups of tea, he was going to sit on the floor at my feet however as he had performed well, I permitted him to sit in the other chair. Once the show finished he asked permission to be able to go home. Once approval was given, he quietly got up and got dressed. We hugged momentarily before he left with promises to meet again next week. Sometimes it is the simple Master/slave interactions which provide the most pleasure and don't require a lot of preparation or paraphernalia.

All that glitters is not gold. I have mentioned once before that I started off as a slave. I did this so I could learn more about Master craft. I am way too dominant to enjoy too much of being a slave but it was necessary to learn how to manage slaves properly. Well occasionally I go and do a session as a slave. I do this to to keep my eye in and particularly if the Master appears to offer something different. Sometimes I also do a random slave session just because I need a break from being a Master. Well yesterday I did a random slave session just for a break. I got said Master from a fetish web site. After a day of texting I arranged to meet the next day. He wanted to meet the same day but I had a commitment that went over time forcing me to delay the event. Prior to my departure I was ordered to come dressed in shorts and I was to bring an array of underwear as he wanted a fashion show. No problems, I am gorgeous and happy to show off my body. So I put on a jock strap, which I covered with a slim sided pair of jocks, then a normal sided pair of jocks followed by a set of trunks under the shorts. On arriving at the location I text to say I was coming in so he could be ready. I knocked on the window as I went up the stairs and the door was opened for me to enter.

The Master was behind the door and I didn't see him until the door closed. According to the website he was 57 years old with an average body. The photos looked like he was slim with a nice package showing through the underwear photos. Clearly the description was written by someone looking through beer goggles. He wasn't a day under 70, the average body was more like a pregnant Gollum, he had a notable limp, balding with scruffy hair and comb over. The unit was very untidy to say the least, with junk piled on all horizontal surfaces. He had a large computer screen on a desk in the multipurpose living area which he had twink porn playing for our amusement. I was ordered to remove my shoes and T-Shirt so he could get a better look at the shorts. I complied and was standing in front of him while he felt my body. He had a nipple fetish and was tweeking my nipples and asking me how much it turned me on while he dribbled like a hungry Labrador. He was dressed in some black shorts and a grey T-Shirt and nooooo socks as well. He kept playing with him self as we talked which saved me having to do it thankfully. I was asked to show him my underwear so I removed the shorts. He liked the trunks but started to walk towards the bedroom. I told him there was more and he came to see me reveal the jocks. I then removed them and showed him the slim sided pair. He was happy with them and decided to feel my package. It was then he discovered the jock strap underneath. When I had removed them he had to feel my bare arse. I was then ordered to go into the bathroom and put on a pair of his shorts. I came out and showed him. He then ordered me to go back in and try on some of the underwear that was strewn across the bed. Fortunately they fitted me but I suspect they hadn't fitted him in the last 20 years. He inspected me in the underwear and seemed happy. He had made me a cup of tea and ordered me to chair beside him at the desk, so he could show me more porn on the computer. While I drank the tea and watched the porn, he tweeked my nipples. I was then ordered to tweek his nipples. He seemed to like this but it was like feeling a pair of old socks with sand in the bottom. I had been a couple of minutes late due to his poor directions and so I was advised that I would be punished. Fair enough that's what I would have done. He ordered me to get a riding crop out of a draw and place the leather end in my mouth to soften it up. He then wanted me to stand behind him and play with his nipples with the crop in my mouth while we watched the porn. Great idea until he asked me to look at something causing me to hit his head with the crop when I turned to look (snigger smurk). I was asked what punishment I deserved. I replied I suppose I should be paddled. I was testing him as this was the sort of answer for which I would normally award extra punishment. No rebuke. Instead he said I think it deserves two hits with the crop. Two hits - really - why even bother. I was then ordered to place my hands above the door and he asked me if I had plans to be naked for any one over the next three days. I said "no" but then thought I would test him further and said "that I was going swimming tomorrow". He advised I could put my swimming bathers on before I got to the pool but then gave me two of the weakest hits I have ever received. Not only were they almost unable to be felt but I was still wearing his underwear. I was then ordered into the bedroom to give him a massage. He removed his shirt and revealed a fine set of man boobs, silver back gorilla hair and a stomach about to have an alien protrude from his one large AB. He moved a pile of clothes off the bed so there was just enough room for him to lie down. I tried to position myself but found an old condom challenging me to stand on it, lying on the floor. I started to push some oil around his flabby old back only to find pressure waves in the flab meeting my hands on their return. I was trying not to oogle this hunk of a man, who I was getting to feel up free of charge, so I looked around the room. There was a strategically placed television on the wall beside the bed which was hooked up to the computer porn from the other room. There were piles of junk and clothes all over the room and in amongst the dirt tumble weeds wafting around in the breeze. This was such a turn on it made it a really hard decision but I decided he had nothing to teach me and it was time to leave. "Sorry", I said "but you just don't do it for me". I could have added or anyone else who still had their sanity and vision but I am a polite man. I left none the more educated and totally disappointed.

Steel or rope. In the BDSM world these days there are many options which can be confusing for beginners who want to set themselves up but on a limited budget. I have talked in the past about the use of common household items as a cheap but effective means of creating interesting sex implements. I have also spoken of making items from scratch at a fraction of the cost charged by the Ned Kellys of the sex shop industry (may their testicles be stapled to a wall and kicked into eternity). Today I thought I would talk about some of the benefits of steel versus rope for tying. Chains. Chains are a very effective means of securing someone. They are unbreakable with out the assistance of a tool. They look awesome and inspire instant sweaty balls in a slave, from the moment they spy them suspended from the wall of any good dungeon. They are expensive if bought from a sex shop but there are cheap and effective alternatives which can be purchased from any good hardware.

There is a downside with chains however, including weight, chance of damage to skin, metal splinters, difficulty in transport especially in luggage if travelling and do not work in all situations. They can also be difficult to remove in a hurry and require keys and locks. Ropes. Yes I am a rope man. They are perfect in all situations to restrain even the slimiest slave. With just a couple of thicknesses you can tie every appendage, loose bit or flapping piece of meat. They are cheap to buy however if bought from other than a sex shop, care should be taken to ensure they are soft and pliable enough, with the appropriate strength, particularly if suspension is your thing. They are easy to put in a bag when you travel, not too hard to explain to customs officers, and with a bit of thought can provide hours of entertainment with out the need for other toys. Knot tying can be as hard or as difficult as you want. If you want a work of art, then spend hours tying knots so you have a slave bedecked in rope and looking like a crochet rug but with a long gone hard on. Alternatively you can tie the slave quickly, in numerous positions, edging along the way and end up being able to put them in numerous exciting positions which keep them hard the whole time. The only real down side with ropes is that you need to make sure that circulation is not restricted. Handcuffs. These are expensive and have limited use but are very secure and effective. They do have a good psychological effect on slaves but are useless if keys get lost or malfunction. Travelling with them is hard as they show up on every X-ray and impossible to explain to a customs officer. They are quick to operate and ideal for specific scenarios involving prisoner or captive scenarios. You are really at the beck and call of sex shop pirates with handcuffs unless you or your slave is a copper. Stocks. Nothing puts the tremble into a slave like a set of stocks. These have been in use for hundreds of years and are almost impossible to escape from. They allow you maximum access to the slaves body and put them under considerable stress, as they are not very comfortable. Unfortunately you will have difficulty travelling with them unless you run a mobile torture museum. They are expensive but cheap alternatives can be made from gym benches. Spreader bars. These are a very useful thing to have in any good suburban dungeon. They are easy to use and while expensive to buy, they can be easily made. They have multiple uses and can be used on arms, legs, necks, cocks and balls very effectively. They can also be used like humblers or devils violins and used just as effectively on the back as well as front. They can also be used on more than one slave at a time. Travel with them may be possible but it will depend on what they look like when stripped down to basics. In Melbourne where I live, we are lucky and have a fetish sex club and so expensive items like stocks and St Andrews Crosses can be used for a small entry fee. This is the way to go, as these items are really hard to explain when mum comes for a visit. A quick consultation with Master Google should reveal what is available in your area.

Please Sir send me a hint. A few weeks ago slave 4 was down from interstate for work. It is a 29 year old Asian guy who is very shy and who has had very limited experience. He has a Master in his home state who very graciously allows him to serve me when visiting. We chat regularly on a fetish web site and he regularly entertains you with his slave perspective on my blog. From his accounts it is obvious that his home Master has got a few tips from my blog and has been giving him a much more challenging time. Mostly in the few visits we have had, we have concentrated on chastity and edging which is in line with his home Masters current training. For this visit I decided to stretch his boundaries a bit. I started the day by asking via text if he was excited about the visit. I then hinted that as his home Master had got more devilish, that I would have to try and beat him. Well slave 4 got a bit nervous about this and asked for a hint on what was to come that night. Well always happy to help a slave particularly if it tests them, I decided I would spend the day sending regular hints. I knew this would leave him with his little clit bursting to get out of its cage. Burst it did, with his little balls escaping the cage and liberating his cock.

Nothing I could do about it and he was at work anyway, so I continued with my hints all day. When I got to his hotel after work he was ordered to meet me at the door naked. Imagine my surprise when I found him in his cage with a numbered plastic tag locking him in to the device. I think chastity is not good for slave 4 as the cum seems to build up in his brain and he does goofy things. I asked him why he had used the tag as now there wasn't one to lock him in after I finished with him and returned him to his home Master. Obviously he wanted me to take it off and then he could wank himself raw till he got back to his home state. Well I had him lie straight over my knee and warmed his back side with my hand and it was lucky it wasn't my belt. I then edged him for a bit to warm him up and then ordered him to strip me and run a shower. I had him wash and dry me and then I laid on the bed for a nice head job from the goofy slave. Once I was satisfied he was edged a bit more. He was then ordered to dress but not wear underwear as I wanted his little clit teased by the rough pants material. I took him in a taxi into Collingwood for dinner and then up to the fetish club. Along the way I was highlighting my hints as the little weasel had accused me of making up random hints during the day. Once in the club I led him to a private room. He was ordered to strip. He was then tied up with his arms spread above his head. I put a hood over his goofy shy head. Once he was restrained I edged him to erect and then rolled up the shutter exposing him to passers bye.

He nearly died on the spot. In this position I edged him for awhile but visitors were a bit few and far between, so I went down and got some guys to come up and check him out. By this time his bum was not the only thing glowing as he had moved beyond mortified. I put a lead on him and untied him. I then opened the door and led him out. I took him on a tour of the premises and had him present himself to numerous people. He was blind folded the whole time except for when we were negotiating stairs. He had no idea who or how many people saw him or fondled him. He was then led down stairs and I tied his arms behind his back. He was then left totally naked in the middle of the room blind folded and totally helpless. I walked off and let the other punters feel him up for awhile. He was getting very nervous about the groping as he thought he had been abandoned. I was actually watching it from a short distance away but he didn't know that was the case. After what seemed to him like an hour I recovered him and returned him to the room. I was satisfied with his first club appearance and so he was permitted to cum after a bit more edging. Judging by the quantity of cum he was very excited even if he had been terrified half to death.