I don't give a fig or do I? Part three. Well after suspending a bottle of water from slave 38's balls we got back to it seriously. Literally back to it, as I tied him so he was semi-suspended on his stomach, so that I could get to his back fun park.

First thing on the agenda was to stick a lit candle up his arse. This was no birthday cake candle and so there was plenty of hot wax dripping onto his balls and cock. The more he squirmed the more the hot wax drops flicked off and landed on his not so private parts. I had to wait for the candle to burn down close enough to start burning his hair. I was half watching him and half watching common people having coffee in the café below through the window. There are a lot of gay people in this area and I wondered if they could see what was going on, how many would come up to join in the fun? Through out this slave 38 was smiling like a Cheshire cat as he relished the loss of control, the periodic pain of the hot wax and the general discomfort. Once we got to the point where the candle was starting to burn hair and skin I quickly blew it out and watched nervously as the cloud wafted in the direction of the fire sprinkler system.

Fortunately the next thing on the agenda was to see how slave 38 coped with ginger up his arse. This would be hot but not of the variety to set off fire alarms. I carefully removed the skin from a nice long piece and inserted it into his arse without any lubricant. The effects were almost instantaneous and a lot more effective than the ginger up the eye of his cock. While he was enjoying the feel of the ginger I decided to up the stakes and started running the pin wheels around his, arse, balls and cock. Once again this had almost an immediate effect on his cock which got quite hard. As he had been semi-suspended for awhile I felt it was time to change position.

So slave 38 was once again bound on his back. One of the toys he had brought with him was a vibrating sound. I had never seen a vibrating sound before but I really liked the look of this little tool. It gave off a very rapid vibration which was reasonably gentle and had a reach of 6" or 7" inches. I applied a bit of lube to the device and set it on 'shake the fuck out the slaves teeth'. I slowly inserted it into the eye of his cock and worked it in slowly so that all the tubing opened up. I could feel the vibrations coming through his cock and could see through his skin where the sound was at any time. I started to work the tool up and down and sure enough before long his teeny peeny started to get harder and harder. To intensify the sensation I also started to run the pin wheels around his cock and balls and from his balls to his arse hole. This he found very intense and he nearly cum a few times. His cock was rock hard and rigid as a steel girder.

I worked the sound in and out slowly and varied it from time to time with a quick thrust. All the way I was using my other hand to drive the pin wheels. I varied the pin wheels from the single to the multiple wheel devices every so often so that he never quite got used to it. I also moved from body part to body part with the wheels, so that the sensation was on more than just his cock. The rim of his arse was particularly sensitive to the pin wheels. Eventually his cock looked like it was about to explode and slave 38 was looking very uncomfortable as he wrestled with trying not to cum. He pleaded with me to be able to cum. I pretended not to hear him to start off with and then took my time to decide to grant approval. Once approval was granted he tensed up as he had a very intense and long orgasm. I partially removed the sound to create some room but even with that the cum shot out around the sound onto his stomach. He was left with a very big load of cum sliding over his belly. The big load of cum was only just beaten by the big smile.

I don't give a fig or do I? Part two. What is kink. The more I get involved the more I get confused. When I was just starting out discovering sex, I thought that kink was black small underwear. As time has gone on I have tried almost everything except animals, children and scat and I have no urge to cover these three bases. Some of the so called kink I now consider fairly normal and so I hardly raise an eye brow when I find out that some politician has been caught with his hand in the secretary. Yet I am sure I would have a hard time convincing the local magistrate that it is normal to tie up my boyfriend and put pegs on his nuts.

To some people kink is really personal. Some people seem to get turned on by some of the most mundane things like a naked foot or conversely a sock covered foot. You or I might think that was just so uninteresting and limited. My last slave 38 was right out there with his particular interests. After starting our session with some pin wheel action and burning candles poking out of his urethra we had to move on to the next item in his list of things to try out. For those new to kink figging is when ginger is inserted into the urethra or anus. It generates a strong burning sensation without actually burning these sensitive parts. I visited the local green grocer prior to this session and purchased a large knob of fresh new season ginger. I cut a thin sliver of peeled ginger off the knob and inserted it in slave 38 urethra. He seemed a bit disappointed with the results, so determined to get an effect, I cut a bigger piece and inserted it hoping to get better wall contact. At the time he was dripping pre-cum and so this may have effected the results as well. This seemed to work and slave 38 seemed to really enjoy the sensation as he squirmed on the bed tied spread eagle. The effect of the ginger seemed to be quite long lasting and it could be given a new lease of life if every so often you gave the ginger a bit of a jiggle or turn.

It was at this point slave 38 told me that he had bought some English mustard to the session. I am not sure how English mustard works but both slave 4 and I know how dencorub (a liniment) works. I put a tiny amount of dencorub on slave 4 once and he quickly went red and started bellowing in pain to the point where I had to try and smother him to stop the neighbours panicking. See my six part entry in February 2018. This slave seemed to like pain and so I was keen to give the dencorub another try to get a real feel for its effectiveness. slave 4 is a very delicate whinging flower who is not really a good indicator of the effect of some BDSM activities.

So I lathered a small amount of the dencorub around slave 38 balls. I asked him how it felt and he replied that it was a bit disappointing. He had barely got the words out when he felt the dencorub kick in and his balls exploded in virtual flame. To be fare he coped a lot better with it than slave 4 but he did advise that it was really intense. Unfortunately once dencorub is applied you have to let it run its course, as it doesn't wash off and most of my bathroom lotions and potions had no effect on it. So he squirmed and twisted for the 30 minutes it took to wear off. At the end his balls were none the worse and all skin was intact. I felt he needed something to take his mind off the dencorub so I brought out the pegs and placed a few around his balls. For someone who gets off on pain he didn't react well to the pegs and so I had to remove them after just a short time. Time for a break but even a rest is not always relaxing when I am your Master. As previously mentioned slave 38 is not into public humiliation. So I untied him and put a mask on him. You could see the quizzical look on his face as I did this and handed him a plastic bottle. I sent him very grudgingly in the nude to the bathroom to fill the bottle with water. Unfortunately just as he came out one door of the bathroom two members walked into the other door and so they didn't get to meet.

Timing is everything. Once he got back I tied him in a kneeling position on the bed with his hands behind his back. He thought I think that the water was because I was thirsty and to be fair I did have a swig but my motives as usual were a little more devious. Once he was in position and secured I tied a rope to his balls and slung it over a beam. I then suspended the water container from the other end of the rope, thereby making a very nice weight which dragged on his balls. It dragged even more if you gave the bottle a bit of a swing. It was time to work on the other half now. See part three for how I went about that.

I don't give a fig or do I? Part one. Well as most Masters know it can get boring in Master land while you wait around for the perfect slave. I had one who was very keen to come visit from the country and then on the appointed day he went silent. So a couple of days went by and along came another slave. To me slaves are like trams - there is always another one along soon. So country boi go back to sheep fucking you loser. The replacement slave was international and from the United States. He was a bit different to other slaves I have had over he years. He was into pain in a big way but not sudden pain like a good hit with a cane. So more subtle pain like that obtained from pin wheels. Well I can do that although it is a bit of a limited field. He also really only liked pain in the groin and arse areas with nipples being definitely out of the equation. This meeting was starting to be quite challenging which is lucky because I took two challenge tablets when they were handing them out at Master school.

We met at the fetish club and had trouble getting a private room as they had a big event on over the weekend and the normal rooms were already booked out. Luckily there was one left and it was one I didn't even know they had. It was dark and in an out of the way part of the club. It came furnished with a sling and bed only and didn't have the usual sink and running water. Looks like we were going to be roughing it. It did though have big thick shutters over a window which could be opened. Later as I was watching the new naked slave struggle with my various challenges, I found it was quite surreal to be able to look out onto the street where common people were walking around having coffee in cafes totally unaware of the excitement in my dungeon.

To start off with I had him strip totally naked while I remained clothed. During our discussions I found out that slave 38 wasn't really into the whole slave/Master environment. He just liked pain as previously described and although he said he really didn't like humiliation I suspected that there was some interest in it, hidden under a very shy exterior. I had him lie on his back onto the bed and made him nice and uncomfortable by tying him down spread eagle. While he was immobilised I did give him some slack so I could watch him thrash around. This is important for new slaves so that you can gauge how intense the pain is and modify the plan accordingly. To start off with I got into my chest harness and stripped down to jocks. I had him show me the toys that he had brought. He had brought quite a collection of things including butt and urethra spreaders, sounders and an interesting cock wrangling tool which I will discuss in detail later. The toy box also had a multi-wheel pin wheel and one with a single wheel. I had brought my nasty little pin wheel that has a multitude of tiny irritating spikes. I gave his limp cock a few tugs and quite frankly I have seen more life in a wet newspaper.

Once I started running the pin wheels up and down his shaft I was amazed to see his cock rise and get hard. When the pin wheels were run around the head and opening of his cock he got very hard and I was warned that this could make him cum. He was really getting into the pin wheels and so it was time to move on. I had bought him a birthday present. Well not exactly a present, more like the candles off a birthday cake. These are just the right size for inserting into a urethra. I had some trouble getting the candles to stay as he had pre-cum oozing out, but again once the candle was, lit he got hard and his cock grabbed the candle firmly. On the whole though birthday cake candles are not a great choice if you are into pain as they are generally dripless and so you don't get the drips of hot wax. The problem was solved with a second hand held candle which I used to drop hot wax on his balls and cock.

I left the candle in his cock to burn down to the stump, all the time watching the room sprinkler system and hoping it didn't set off the fire alarm. I really didn't want to have to evacuate wearing bugger all, with a naked slave in tow. Once the candle burnt down I had to move fast to extinguish it before he got really burnt. In amongst his toys I noticed he had a wooden device which was obviously home made. It allowed you to either rope his cock flat or rope it so it stood up. A very clever piece of work. I had him put it on with his cock tied upright and then we lit another candle. This was the vanilla part of the session. We presently got into the kinky part of the session. See part two.

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Nothing like a twink to put a twinkle in your eye - Part One. Well as my old mate Forrest Gump says "life is like a box of chocolates". Of late I have not had much happening, partially because I was bit over it, partially because there wasn't many slaves willing to commit and partially because the few who put their heads over the parapet were a bit disappointing.

Then all of a sudden up pops a western suburbs twink who ticked all the boxes. Short sharp profile, nice pictures, very little need to exchange thoughts on minute details of a proposed session and most importantly a lets make it happen attitude. So a date was set. He did arrive late but he had a long way to come by public transport so top points for perseverance. We met at my favourite fetish club and ordered a private room. Once in the club and the formalities were out of the way, we headed to the main chill out café area. The slave was starting to relax as he felt we were going to start with a general chat. Wrong slave 37 always expect in coming boi. Take off your jacket was the discussion, followed by pants, shoes, and shirt. I had told slave 37 to not wear underwear. Interspersed with the clothing removal were breaks for me to feel his muscles, open his cheeks to check his mangina, tweek his nipples and other dehumanising things. While this was going on the other punters in the club freely walked past and gawked.

The club attendant who let us in, had a nice long top to bottom look over my boi. Once I had slave 37 naked we headed off to the private room, me in the lead and slave 37 behind with his clothes and our towels in his hands. The private room is not like a hotel room. There is a sling, sink, table, chair and a vinyl covered mattress plus lots of steel frame which is ideal to tie too. There is also a barred opening with a pull down metal shutter. As the private rooms are in the roof space they are warm and dark. This gives a nice feel but it is a bastard to take photographs. When you look out the barred opening you see post industrial chains, equipment, chain mesh and exposed beams which sets the theme. As usual I spent a few minutes talking to slave 37 about his sexual history, wished, wants and boundaries. I like to intersperse this conversation with training of my standard three poses. He had had a little bit of experience, was bi and had sex with both males and (heaven forbid uuurrrgggh) females.

Nothing special in his history as he had met a guy on line which turned into his first gay sexual or should I say real sexual encounter. I didn't ask about his first str8 encounter as my heart is not strong enough for stories about such outrageous kinky sex. To start off with I had him take off my leather jacket and shirt like the little servant he was and had him put on my leather harness. I then tied him standing up with arms spread while I put a collar on him and then decorated him with a few pegs. Big ones on his body and a few little ones around his cock head. I also though his balls would look better if they were given a few coils of rope to extend them from his body so they formed a nice ball. All the time I edged him and kept him hard and excited. He had a nice 7" uncut cock and really smooth balls. His whole body was shaved smooth and he had a big bushy beard that was edging towards a real Gregor Rasputin.

Then it happened. OMG what had got into this slave. All of a sudden the leather harness came undone. Boi that is not good enough, prepare for punishment. Out come the paddle and I applied half a dozen solid wacks to his arse followed by some to his thighs, balls and nipples. During our discussions slave 37 advised that he hadn't been to the club before so I decided to take him for a good long walk around. I had my harness and jocks on while he had a worried look and collar only. I took him around all three floors and each time we came across a punter he was ordered to present himself for inspection by the club member. All of them ran their hands all over him with exception to just one. I don't know what the hold out member was smoking but it needed to be stronger or he needed to grow some balls, the stupid dumb fuck. When we got to the computer area of the club I had slave 37 present himself to one of the punters. This punter was around 50 years old and he said "Sir I am really more into being in his position" meaning the slaves. Well I don't need to be hit on the head to recognise an opportunity. So I ordered the punter to stand up and slave 37 to pull his pants down. All complied nicely. He had a nice 6" of uncut cock which was a bit thicker than slave 37's. I then got slave 37 to suck this dudes cock until it got hard.