How big is that little slave 6 in your window. In my ongoing quest to introduce something new into our play each week, I frequently change things around. Normally when slave 6 arrives at the local fetish club I make him strip in the café area in front of any punters.

I mix this up a bit and have done things like leave a collar for him with the café staff and have him ask for it once he is naked. I have had him put on underwear shows for me. One of my favourites was to get him to strip on arrival and then have him wait for 45 minutes. He was told he had to let any punter feel him up during this wait time. All good clean fun. At our last session I decided it was time for something different and so I gave instructions he was to strip on arrival in the café area as usual. I have this theory that he finds these little tasks more humiliating at the beginning of a session. Once the session has started he tends to relax a bit and so the humiliation effects seem to reduce.

That was the theory and so I decided to test if my theory was correct or not. So once slave 6 was naked at our last session, I started to edge him in the café area. Once he started to respond, I brought out the tape measure to measure his cock. The look on his face was priceless. Once he was hard I measured him and he came in at just above 5" in length. I immediately measured him again as I have always felt he was more like 8" in length. Obviously I must suffer from fisher mans eye sight. Any way it was what it was and so off to our private room we went for our weekly session. Later on in the night I decided to measure him again and lo and behold he came in at just over 7" which is more like what I have always thought. Just goes to prove my theory that humiliation has more effect at the start of a session rather than later. The cock fun thermometer never lies.

What to do with slave 6. As I have previously mentioned slave 6 has very specific likes and wants, namely spanking and edging and so it makes it difficult to write up.

Oh I spanked him and then I edged him some more and then for a change I spanked him again but this time with my left hand etc etc etc. While I enjoy our sessions immensely, I am sure some of my readers may find it a bit boring over time. So it behoves me to introduce new things to make it more interesting to read and also to keep slave 6 on his toes. This week I invented a new game. It requires a willing slave, a hood and a suitable implement for hitting the slave. I hooded the slave and then told him to catch me. Simple enough if you can see but not so simple when hooded. I then proceeded to dance around him and slap him with the paddle anytime I had a clear shot. Lots of fun for me but exhausting for slave 6. Lots of fun though and entertaining to the other punters who stopped to watch.

Having a full hood on the slave also makes it hard for him to hear where you are and so plenty of opportunities open up to give him a good slap. There is also the side benefit of having him walk into a wall or door. This particularly amuses the watching punters. I suppose its like watching someone approach a banana skin and hoping they slip on it or watching car racing for the accidents. Anyway it is fun and I recommend it for slave training to other Masters.

Loaning slave 3. I had an elderly Master contact me about the possibility of using one of my slaves. He had been in a long term relationship with a slave who had become his husband and over time it had drifted into a normal vanilla existence. The partner had died recently and the guy was wanting to get his eye back into being a Master. I sent slave 3 along to provide the service and I gave him permission to go as far as he felt comfortable and also to terminate the encounter if it was weird or he didn't like the Master.

The Master seemed reasonable enough and he sent a photograph which showed he had a reasonable body in clothes and wasn't some salad dodger. Here is slave 3's account of how it went. Thank you Sir for the opportunity in loaning me to another Master and for the chance to gain more experience. Although the experience had some low points it was over all a good night. I was told to ring the Master even though I had his address and the meeting details. When he answered the phone he didn't sound too old and decrepit. He didn't really have much to say but went into great detail about how to find his house. Clearly google maps was an unknown concept. The plan was for me to go over to his house for dinner and we could get to know each other and see what happened as a result. He had a long story about a number of steaks he had which he wanted to use and asked me twice about how I like my steaks cooked. I was put in charge of wine. I arrived ten minutes early and found myself out side a nice neat new house in an expensive part of town. Once I rang the bell, I was kept waiting at the door and was starting to wonder if it was working.

This added to the tension of meeting a new Master. When he finally got to the door it was clear he was a lot older than he let us believe. Rather than being in his early sixties it was more like late seventies. He had also not been to a gym this century and I suspect not often in the previous century. He was pleasant and welcoming enough so into the experience I dived. He offered champagne but I told him that I would stick to just a few red wines as I had to drive home later. The sleezy old bugger made comment about maybe there being no need to go home. We chatted for awhile in the lounge while we drank our wine. He was a very interesting person and we had lots of common experiences and interests. We chatted and all the while I noticed he was pushing more drink on me. He asked me a lot of questions about if I took drugs and was continually trying to steer the conversation into sexual topics. He stopped a number of times to have a smoke and it seemed like he needed a smoke every half hour or so. He cooked a very nice meal and served it to me in the dinning room. Seemed a bit the wrong way round for a Master. Once we had finished the meal, we went into the lounge room again and he tried to offer me every known drink. I think some how he wanted to get me pissed. As if I need to get pissed to be seduced. With no more food on the offering and no more drink advisable for driving, it felt like we were drawing to a close. I had thoroughly enjoyed the evening and appreciated the efforts he had made to feed me and so I wanted to give him something in return. So at one of his twists in the conversation to sex, I mentioned how he could spank me if he liked. Initially he said no as he felt he had too much alcohol running around his insides however I talked him around very easily. He went off and came back with some hand cuffs, collar and cock ring. He asked me to strip for the spanking and then as an after thought asked that I be totally naked. That would have been my first thought. I started to strip off for his inspection. I have to admit I like having to strip for someone who is totally clothed. I find this very exciting.

I realised that I was moving too quickly and so slowed it down, to add to the excitement. All the toys he put on me and then he grabbed my head and forced his tongue down my throat. This was very unpleasant as he tasted like a dirty old ash tray. Next he sat in an arm chair and had me drape myself over his knee. He then proceeded to give me twenty hard wacks with his hand on my rump. To each blow I counted and thanked him. He then asked me to stand up. I was asked whether I give good head jobs. What could I say to that but only yes. He opened his pants and pulled down his old white baggy underwear to reveal big saggy balls under a not very significant uncut cock. I started to suck his cock but it tasted like cigarettes and was as bad as his mouth. After a few minutes sucking it hadn't got any bigger or harder but it was dribbling pre-cum. I went down again for a couple of more minutes but it still was defying my best efforts. At this point I got up and had him remove the hand cuffs. I then got dressed and prepared to go home. I thanked him for a good night and a nice meal. He pressured me to agree to a future meeting but I decided it wiser to not commit. While I liked his company, I really couldn't get past his bad smoking habit and all the side effects that smoking produces. Thank you Sir as I did enjoy the experience.

Parking with slave 45. As previously mentioned slave 45 has been hard to tie down, literally.

He works in a number of jobs and so has limited time, lives with a relative who is straight and so can't generally host and now to add an extra degree of difficulty, he has visiting relatives taking up what ever times left. Last time we went parking for an introductory meet and found our selves parked on the major bike path of Melbourne and found ourselves constantly surrounded by lycra and shaved legs (and they think bondage is weird!). So I was pleased when slave 45 found a bit of spare time but of course not enough for a visit to my place in the suburbs. So another round of parking was the only real option as slave 45 is too nervous to try out the local fetish club. This time at least we were prepared and both of us brought some toys. Our first attempt was in a quiet side street in front of a business.

All was going well until a random punter on an evening promenade walked near bye the business where we were parked. This set off the motion sensor attached to a security spot light, more powerful than the sun shining out of Donald Trumps arse. So we decided we had had enough of that place and moved on in search of another place to park where it is quiet. This time we hit the jackpot and found a dark car park beside a business up a side street. Now to be fair, space in my car is limited and so it is never going to be an action packed parking session but we still managed to fit a bit in to the occasion. First off he had to get naked. After a fair bit of twisting and turning he achieved this feat without any major body damage. Next he had to get hard and so I started to edge him with a good old fashioned head and hand edging.

Typical of Asians they seem to have a nerve which goes direct from their nipples to their cocks. If ever slave 45's cock got a bit floppy it only took a few tweeks of his nipples to get him hard enough to cut glass. I got the rope that slave 45 brought and tied it around his balls. Nothing like a few good solid tugs to get his attention. While edging him I also gave his balls a few solid taps with my hand and the odd squeeze. We looped the rope over the door handle, steering wheel and that little handle over the door and used it to apply extra pressure to his balls. I also tied his hands together along with his balls with the same rope at one point. In slave 45's little bag of tricks he also had some pegs. I couldn't resist placing a few around his balls and nipples.

He had plastic pegs which seemed to work OK but I always think that wooden ones are better as they are less likely to slip off. I decided to bring out my nasty little wooden pegs. These are about a third of the size of normal pegs and are really useful for attaching to foreskins, around the knob of a cock and also around the eye of a cock. They are also diabolical when attached direct to a nipple. In this case I applied them around his foreskin. Anyway time was fleeing at an amazing pace and it was time to take slave 45 home. He had been a good boi and so I decided he could cum before we went. It was just a pity it was so dark in the car as I missed seeing him spurt for my entertainment.

A night at home with slave 46. I was recently contacted by a new slave who wanted to try out some bondage. He is a 54 year old Asian professional guy who works nearby and with just a little bit further to his home.

The slave being close is bonus points territory, as it makes meetings easier. He was a bit nervous about meeting cold and so wanted to meet for coffee prior to any session. He wanted to check out if I was in possession of a full bag of mental marbles. This is a good policy as there are a lot of wackos out there in kink land. He said he liked older Masters as the younger ones all seemed to be on drugs and as such could be untrustworthy to be given total control. Its unfortunate but it appears to be so also from my observations. I advised that I would be wearing a red cap when I got to the café, so he could recognise me. For weeks I have been tripping over my red cap, all over the house. Do you think I could find it on the day. Grrrrrrrrr. Luckily I was able to pick up a new one on the way there but we came close to a meeting disaster. Any way it all went well and apparently I seemed normal enough and so we arranged for a meeting to take place at my house. When he arrived we had limited chat as I wanted to get him into the correct mindset quickly. He was told to strip and then I put him through the full body examination. In the lead up he sent me a detailed description of the type of scenario he would like to be put through during the session.

So I tied his hands behind his back and his elbows as well. He then had his ankles and knees tied and then the lot all joined up so he couldn't move. He asked for balls rings but unfortunately his balls were so tight I had trouble getting enough grip to meet this request. I got around it by tying his balls tightly in thick string which worked just as well. He was then edged while I played with his nipples. Like most Asians, once you play with their nipples, their cock gets very hot and hard. While I was edging him I was talking to him and making him confirm who owned his cock and balls and who was in control. He was told he wasn't allowed to cum with out permission. I used both my fingers and tongue to edge his uncut cock and stroke his nipples. His fantasy also required me to lick his face while I was talking to him. One of the most dominating things possible I think.

Once I had driven him crazy with this for long enough, I untied him and led him into the bedroom where I tied him in a number of different positions which totally immobilised him. In each position I edged his cock and tweaked his nipples, until he seemed in pain judging by the groaning. In one of the positions I strung him out on his stomach so that I could get at him from his back door. I tried a number of implements on him and found that he had a very tight arse and could only take the smallest of tools. He really enjoyed me sticking my finger in his arse while I tickled his prostate gland. He dribbled a fair bit of pre-cum almost from the start. The stroking of his prostate didn't seem to increase the amount. It was getting near the end of our first session and so I untied him and led him back out to the lounge room. Once again I tied him hand and foot and added a bridle gag so that he was set up in accordance with his fantasy. It was from this standing position, tied up like a Christmas turkey that I finally brought him to cum, after a good talking too and a nice long face lick. Fantasy met in full - tick.