A loan of a slave number 28. I recently got talking to another Master on one of the fetish websites and we discussed a few issues he was having with one of his slaves. It was decided that he wanted to broaden the slaves out look and put him out of his comfort zone. The only stipulation was that he got no fun out of it so he had to wear a chastity device. This is where I came in to the story. The slave was a good looking 30 something of about 6 feet tall with a nice luxurious cock of the uncut variety. After much discussion his Master decided I should take him to a fetish night which is run weekly at one of the Melbourne gay pubs. He was on time and very nervous to the point he could hardly speak. I took him to my car and had a chat for a minute to help relax him. I then had him remove his shorts. We attempted to put the chastity device on him but unfortunately an important plastic clip broke as we fumbled in the dark. There wasn't anything we could do about it so we pushed on and in to the pub. I dressed him in a leather dog collar and harness and a neoprene mask. Into the pub we went.

Getting him dressed in the street had him very nervous as every time a car went past this motion sensor light in the opposite factory would turn on for a minute. He would look around like a rabbit in the head lights whenever a car or passer bye came near us during the 300 m walk to the pub. Once inside he drank only water. I met one of my fellow Masters/friends there and in we went to the leather event in the back room. Once in the back room I made him take off his t-shirt and shorts.

No chastity device made him totally nude in reality, as the other stuff didn't cover much except his head. I showed him off to some of my friends which he hated. Like all good slaves he had shaved pubes which highlighted his cock and balls. There is a dark cruise area to one side and once in there I made him suck around 7 or 8 cocks. He was felt up to a degree by an even larger number but their hands were removed from his cock if they started to wank him. There was some fucking going on but not a lot as there is not really great facilities or the capability to clean up if necessary. As such he got harder but not hard. The last cock he got to suck momentarily was a 28 year old model/escort (my friend) so he did quite well for him self

Part six - slave 4 (whinging Delicate Flower) training. This is the final part to slave 4's visit to Melbourne. As you can tell from the previous postings he had quite an unusual time and nothing quite worked out as he expected.

I also have to admit it didn't go quite as I expected either. A lot of my plans had to be modified or dropped and we were busier than I expected with my list of tourist spots and his work. This particular visit I wanted to concentrate on edging as he had been in chastity for three weeks prior and was facing the same on his return to his normal Master. I wanted to give his cock a good airing out so it could wave about at full length, give his tubes at least one good cum to open them up, and to reinvigorate his chastity as it was becoming way too normal. Another area of interest was to give him a prostate massage orgasm. He hadn't experienced one and his normal Master was threatening to limit him to only prostate massage orgasms. I like to edge for long times and often to get the full benefit. As a consequence not all edging was conducted at home. On the first night while in the spa I made him roll over so others couldn't see and I edged him under the water. This was an important event as I wanted to get him excited before we went in to naked yoga. Almost every time I had him in the car I made him get his cock out and I would edge him (to his horror) as we drove around. I would put some spit on my finger as lube and slowly rub his clit so he was constantly hard. Only stopping when he got close to cumming. I really didn't want the smell of old cum in my car so there was going to be no relief for him as we motored around. He is uncircumcised and so lube is not entirely necessary but he doesn't have much play in his foreskin and so in practise it does need some lube. On the night I took him to dinner on the top of Mt Dandenong (over looking the whole of Melbourne) he decided that he didn't want me to use spit as lube. So edging we went rough style. Well it turned out to be just a bit rough and he ended up red raw around the end of his clitoris. Then whinging delicate flower complained about how much it all hurt. I should have spanked him for his stupidity but let him off with just the sore cocklet as punishment. From then on twice a day I made him front me so I could put some antiseptic cream on his little frankfurt, like a stupid little boy.

Once home I would tie him to the bed and edge him for hours. I would go at it until he was on the verge of cumming and then I would stop. Quite often I would leave him tied to the bed while I went off and did things around the house. I would reappear once his sausage had got soft and make it hard again. Lots of fun for all except him of course. While at home I would quite often make him hard and edge him while we were doing other things. I liked playing with him for example when we were in the shower and he was washing and drying me. Eventually I felt he had deserved to cum and so I gave him an option. He could cum once but he had the choice of it occurring because of a head job, hand job or wank. He was really missing wanking and so that was his choice. So he was given permission to wank but it was not going to be all his own way. He would only be allowed to cum when I said and he would have a dildo in him, resting on his prostate the whole time. So he was allowed to wank and I kept him going for a further full half hour before he was allowed to cum. Let me tell you it had a profound effect on him. I had previously tied his arms and legs to stop him flailing around like a ferret on crack. Once the approval to cum was given it only took another minute and he was blowing cum around like water from a fire hose. He had cum from his balls to his chin and all between. It was a full minute or two before he could say anything after his spasms had stopped. I think this was probably the highlight of whinging delicate flowers stay and probably the only thing he remembers of the trip. The other training on the agenda was prostate milking. This was not so successful and will need follow up action from his normal Master. I started on one night massaging his prostate with my finger. After much effort he found it too intense and we wrote it up as a first effort but a failure. On another night we had another go but this time I used a slim dildo as the prostate tool of choice. He was much more used to the effects of prostate milking this second time around but once again he found the exercise far to intense and so after a reasonable try I left the dildo resting on his prostate and let him cum so he could experience what it would be like. Unfortunately we ran out of time so this was very much unfinished business. I think we could probably get him to a prostrate milking with one more decent effort. Unfortunately slave 4 is such a whinging delicate flower that it is hard to tell if he is enjoying something or you are killing him. There is no difference to his screams when he is cumming or he has dencorub rubbed into his balls. Anyway he will be milked with a good prostrate massage next visit or he will die screaming but it will happen.

Part five - slave 4's (whinging delicate flower)mind fucking. One of the important things that I engaged in with slave 4 during his visit was mind fucking him. This slave has social issues and really doesn't like crowds. In his home city his main Master and him normally train in private. I am more willing to take to public areas for that extra drop of humiliation. Humiliation equals pressure and that's what I like to apply to slaves in bucket fulls.

So how did I mind fuck him I hear you ask. Well let me tell you it required a bit of planning. It all started day one. First off I took him to nude yoga. He was expecting to go home for a training session and so he wasn't prepared to go nude amongst a group of gay yoga guys. Secondly I gave him information about it in drips so that eventually he woke up to the fact that it was to be naked. Lots of quick deep breaths followed and seasoned with a liberal amount of whinging. I was a bit disappointed in that despite his three weeks chastity his nerves ruled the day and we didn't get to see his tiny erect clit waving in the breeze at the other yoga participants. Damn. Once we got home I then gave him a choice. Knowing he had been in chastity for three weeks I was pretty sure he would want to cum. In order to up the mental anti I made him agree to dencorub being applied to his balls before he would be allowed to cum. In order to get pleasure he had to agree to certain pain. Brilliant if I say so myself. It turned out even better as he was so stressed out by the dencorub that he couldn't even get hard afterwards and so his cumming was delayed to the next day.

He was given strict protocols to follow each day. One of which was to get up before me and make me a cup of tea. This particular event was unplanned but worked out best of all. I woke up early with a hard on which prevented me going back to sleep. Normally a quiet intimate moment with myself would have resolved the issue however even in my tired state I got the brilliant idea of using my other resources. So at 0530 am, I walked into his room and turned on the lights. Oh if only I had spent a few extra seconds thinking about this and then I would have taken in the camera. When the lights went on, slave 4 shot bolt upright as he thought he had over slept and missed his tea making duties. The look of shock and fear on his face was priceless. He was then told to deal with my erection. Once I was happy, he was told to go back to sleep. Not all of his mind fucking involved public humiliation. On the third night I advised him that we were going naked for satan. He started his usual rapid breathing and questioning about what it would involve. A few knowing smiles and few subtle hints and he was quite panicky. He assumed I was taking him to some public event which involved nudity and his humiliation. Nothing is more powerful than a slaves imagination if you can hack at the weak points. In actual fact 'Naked for Satan' is a trendy roof top tapas bar in Fitzroy. The look of sheer relief was once again priceless when we got out the lift and he realised that he was going to keep his clothes on - for the moment. A lot of the things I had slave 4 do involved him being naked in my back yard. While it is relatively private, any one looking over the fence or walking along the council path will get a great view. I had great enjoyment giving him these tasks and then reminding him that he might be observed. It wasn't only back yard nudity because he was also made to strip on my front door step before entering on some occasions. While there are bushes around my front door, a slave standing there can be seen from my neighbours kitchen and also from the street to some degree. Character building for a slave who has public exposure issues. I suppose the other and last mind fucking involved him being edged for hours prior to being able to cum and only then when he had met whatever conditions I placed on him or until he had begged to a fitting degree.

Part three - slave 4's visit. Well it hasn't been all sex and sin for slave 4 this week, during his visit to Melbourne. When slaves are living with you they need to be kept busy other wise they may get ideas or even think for themselves. There is no way I would let a slave whose brain is clogged with cum get to many ideas without some sort of intervention. As suspected in my last posting slave 4 spent yesterday at work with an almost permanent hard on and so he had to spend the day seated.

This day with out underwear was a direct result of him starting to think. He had the audacity to get dressed without asking what I wanted him to wear. So that slave 4 didn't get any more ideas I gave him a number of tasks to do. First off a spot of naked gardening in my back yard. I wish I had taken a photo of his face when I said "I hope the neighbours don't look over the fence". There was the added bonus of him being bitten on the arse by a mosquito. I suspect that will be one mosquito we won't hear from again. Needless to say whinging delicate flower had to have gloves as his hands were too soft.

Once he had filled the box with weeds I took him for a walk to the back of my garden so that the weeds could be put in the compost bin. Unbeknownst to whinging delicate flower the back of the yard has a raised footpath running along the council side of the fence. Any one on the footpath would have got quite a good eye full. After he had done the gardening I put him to work cleaning shoes. This of course had to be done naked and on the back veranda where a neighbour could see if they were stupid enough to look over my fence. He had to be naked or he could have got shoe polish on himself as he is quite clumsy. Then there was dinner which once again was eaten on the back veranda with him naked. If he had had clothes on he would have only slopped on himself anyway. After dinner then it was off to the kitchen sink to wash up all the dishes. Once the dishes were washed he was told to have a shower. This of course has to be supervised other wise he could have had an unapproved wank. I also made showering into a task. I would tell him that I wanted a warm or cool shower and send him off to set it just right. He would then have to undress me and fold my clothes. I would then stand in the shower to be washed and once squeaky clean I would come out to be dried and dressed. All the time he would be standing naked and acting as my shower valet. A clean slave is a slave about to be violated but that my friends is another story.

Post 4 - slave 4's (whinging delicate flower) visit. I have mentioned before that slave 4 actually belongs to a Master who lives near him interstate. This other Master graciously allows slave 4 to train with me when I occasionally visit his city or he visits mine. While we have some differences in what we do, we also have a lot that is the same. I think it is a good arrangement as it keeps slave 4 on his toes having to meet a multitude of different expectations. One of the things his main Master is doing at the moment is placing slave 4 in extended periods of chastity. Knowing I will let him have some cock action his main Master put him in chastity for three weeks before he visited and expects another three weeks on his return.

During his visit slave 4 asked the question "whether or not I would permit the same level of cock freedom if I didn't know that he was going to be in chastity for a further three weeks on his return". While slave 4's brain becomes goofy when it fills with cum, this was a surprisingly clear and insightful question. I told him that it wouldn't make a difference but on reflection I think I probably did feel a bit sorry for him and did give him a bit of extra leeway. It wasn't totally altruistic on my part as I also detected early in his visit that he had got used to wearing the cage. I therefore thought that a bit of a chance to extend his cock into erections and a few good cums would once again give the cage some effect and make it just that bit more difficult to re-acclimatise. Anyway he has gone home now and I know his main Master will want a full report from both the slave and me via my blog entries. To ensure he maintains his chastity in the slave handover I have included a photo of his chastity cage with its numbered tag. This was put on him Friday morning just before I drove him to the station for a days work before flying home. Oh whinging delicate flower how will you cope with the next three weeks?

Part two - slave 4 visit this week. With a live in slave for a few days it gives a chance to start to develop a higher level of control. In order to impress upon slave 4 his place in the pecking order he was told to be naked at all times in my presence. Therefore the first thing that happens each night he returns from work he strips. Sometimes I let him do it inside and some times I make him do it on the door step. The door step is fairly exposed and so it adds just a little bit of extra pressure. By making him strip on the door step randomly it maintains the effect of possible detection and the pressure it generates.

Once in the door he has to ask for permission for everything and so even personal tasks like going to the toilet, showering, drinking and going to bed require Masters approval. This goes on to even what he wears. He is quite goofy when he is in chastity and so I had to re-show him the three poses I like slaves to adopt on command. Once naked he is inspected each day and handled extensively to emphasise his vulnerability. Each morning he has to ask me what clothes he is to wear to work for the day. Today he screwed up and forgot to ask for my selection. As a consequence I made him remove his underwear. With his three weeks of prior chastity his cock is twitchier than a bishop at a childrens party. He will now spend the day seated as every time he moves he tends to get an erection. As well as the requirement to ask permission for every action he has a morning task to under take each day. He has to get up earlier than me so that he can wake me at the designated time with a cup of tea made exactly how I like it. My plan was for him to be given his orders for the day and maybe provide me with a nice wake up blowie. Unfortunately I have a new dog whose main priority on my wakening is for a major rumble and so I have modified this requirement for a cup of tea to be waiting for me when I arise.

When ever I decide to use him I make sure he is tied appropriately first. This prevents him from getting involved in what I am doing. He is a chronic fidgeter when he is being edged and so it is easier to restrict him movement before I start. He is being used as my personal slave and so he has tasks like running my shower to the desired temperature, washing, drying and dressing me. All up he has been good so far and has adapted well to his full time slave requirements. He has been punished twice. Once for not bringing bathers as previously described and once for whinging. In the second photo if you look closely you will see the glistening of a very big load of cum. After three weeks of chastity I was afraid slave 4's (or whinging delicate flower as he is now known) head was going to cave in when he finally got to cum.

slave 4 visit this week. Well slave four is down for the week and I have as usual been trying to get him used to more public exposure. Monday night we met at the appointed hour. He was on time but I wasn't happy with him. I told him to bring bathers with him in his luggage.

It wasn't so much what he said as what he didn't say which really made me unhappy. He said that he couldn't swim and didn't own bathers. Both of these statements were OK but flat negative. I advised him during the ensuing lecture that I made no mention of swimming. I expect slaves to provide me with relevant information but never the less they were to try where possible to meet my requirements. I would have been happy if he had added "but I will bring some shorts Sir if that will do" or "I will buy some bathers Sir". This particular slave is not real good in public situations. My plan for the night was to fill in the time between when he finishes work to when we went to gay mens nude yoga with a nice spa and sauna. Of course as he had been in chastity I wanted to increase the chance of him being embarrassed during yoga. So I made sure when we were in the spa that I edged him for a considerable period of the time. This was to get the blood flowing and those little dragons pearls of his working. The shower after the spa allowed him to freshen up prior to grappling with a nude yoga partner. I knew the nude part would stress him out so my plan was to advise him of the nude requirement just before we went in to the studio. He had been in chastity for three weeks prior without so much as an erection and so I knew he would be very edgy and likely to get a hard-on during the yoga session. This would have really stressed him out and is a frequent occurrence with new yoga guys. Unfortunately he figured it out before we got there and he was so stressed that he didn't come close to getting hard during the session. After the session we went out to dinner with the yogettes and so by the time we got home it was late. With a very early start the next day, play was going to have to be limited. To start off with there was a hard spanking for his poor response to my request for bathers. A good start as now I had his attention. I wanted to try out decorub on a slaves balls to see the effect. Dencorub is a liniment which contains menthol and heats the skin to deal with muscle pain. I offered him the chance for a full orgasm provided he signed up to the dencorub. After 3 weeks of chastity he would have rooted my cat to get an orgasm. So I tied him to his bed and with an ever so small amount of dencorub I started to rub it into his balls.

At first he said it felt cool and pleasurable however this soon turned to a look of shock. Quickly his face went red and he started to squirm violently. He twisted his body and started to scream out and couldn't form a cohesive word. He got so loud that I started to wonder what the neighbours must have been thinking. I started to wish that I had gagged him first but realised that as he was twisting so violently that I had missed that boat and would never be able to get it on him. I reached for a pillow to cover his head. This helped but it was like trying to hold down an enraged bull on crystal meth. I quickly untied him and dragged him to the bathroom where I tried unsuccessfully washing the dencorub off. I applied numerous creams and ointments and finally think more because the dencorub had lost its power, than the salvation of the creams he settled down. He was so spent that I couldn't get him hard again to give him his reward. Next morning his balls were fine, not red or damaged in any way. What a delicate flower.

Common guys. Guys this is very disappointing. I have received no suggestions from any of you yet as to what to do with my visiting slave next week.

At this point it looks like he will have to stand in the garden as an ornament and with his clothes on as no one has even suggested I strip him.

Next week. I have a slave staying with me next week. Is there anything my readers would like me to do to him while he is with me. I will write up the session and post pictures of any suggestion I like.