Psyching out slave 17.

Over the years I have had quite a number of sessions with slave 17.

He has very specific wants and needs which revolve around prisoner scenarios. As a consequence it could be hard to write up the sessions on the blog if it wasn't for the fact that I am a very creative Master who likes to develop new ways to ring the bells of my slaves. This time slave 17 was sun baking down on the beach when a thug came up behind him and quickly tied his arms with cable ties. He was then led at pistol point back to my car where I placed him in the passenger seat and blind folded him. I think we may have been sprung as there was a workman on a nearby roof who seemed to be paying us a bit of attention. Maybe we looked a bit strange walking to the car together or he saw me putting him in and buckling him up in the safety belt and blind fold. Anyway fortunately he did nothing about it and we weren't followed home by the police. I use simple plane eye masks in the car and put dark sunglasses over them so that some busy body at traffic light doesn't get worried and call the police. To make this more of a mind fuck for slave 17, for this session I kept totally silent. I only spoke two words over the four hours of the session and both were to do with safety.

He tried talking to me on the way to my house but he managed to get nothing out of me. If he started to try and get out of his cable ties, all I would do was give him a hard slap to the leg, balls, cock or arse. Once at my house I brought him inside and commenced to strip him. I liked the underwear that he was wearing. They were 'Trade" brand and were basically like a jock strap but with a built in cock ring. Very hot and ideal for hot days but possibly not the best choice if you wear them with shorts in public. I brought him into the bed room and tied him to my bed. I stretched him out for easy access to all areas. Now to play with his mind as well as his cock. He was left to his own devices for the total four hours of the session. Blind folded and tied up so that he was vulnerable, by a Master who didn't speak. Every twenty minutes he would hear some chimes.

I would then wait a minute totally imobile and silent while he contemplated the chimes. Then once he had had a chance to think about the chimes I would start on him. Sometimes it would be pain and sometimes pleasure. There was no pattern to the pain and pleasure and could be multiples of one before I swapped to the other. The pain or pleasure would be applied for exactly one minute and then I would silently leave. The first pain was I slapped one of his thighs with the wooden spoon for a minute. Another time the paddle to his arse. I also found out he was ticklish and so a good amount of that which might be considered both pain and pleasure. Pleasure was generally some edging but no happy ending. It was quite a hot day and so we had to get him out of the neoprene hood after awhile, as it was too hot to wear and put him in a hood made from material of some kind.

As it was hot, I had to give him plenty of fluids and so he had to drink out of a cup held by me which resulted in more going down his front than into his stomach. Once I had inflicted the pain or pleasure I would silently leave the room and completely ignore him while I went about my daily business. If he started to squirm too much then I would come in and give him a very solid whack to some part of his anatomy. With all these fluids going in, sometime they also had to come out. I had anticipated this and put plastic over the bed to avoid unnecessary spillage. When he whinged that he needed to pee like a little bitch, I had a plastic bottle ready which I put between his legs with his cock inside the opening and just left him wearing it. He managed to squirt maybe half a cup of piss into the bottle but shyness or just plain unused to pissing other than sitting down, prevented further contribution.

That left just one option, a trip to the toilet with the embarrassment of having to have a piss with the Master holding his cock. He was afterall blindfolded and with cable tied hands. Once finished I gave his cock a good shake and unfortunately for slave 17 there was nothing to put it away into and so he had to stay naked except for his sexy underwear cock ring jock strap. With his trying to escape he had managed to pull the cable ties tighter and so I had to cut off the old ones and put new ones on him as replacements. I wasn't born yesterday though and so slave 17's cunning plan to escape was foiled because I put the new cable ties on him before I cut off the old ties. As he was up and to also help restore his circulation, I took the opportunity to take some photos with some things suspended from his balls. I have entered the photos into my April blog entry on the Great Slave Challenge of 2020.

Have a look there to see what I suspended from his balls. After his exercise period I led him back to the bedroom. I worked out he could see through the eye hole covers of the neoprene hood and so I covered them up more completely with duct tape. I also changed his position on the bed and used the spreader bar on his feet at one stage. The never ending cycle of the chimes, the pause, the pain or pleasure and then being ignored continued. Eventually our time was drawing to an end and so as he had performed well I chose to allow him to cum. He was edged for awhile before I eventually gave him permission to cum. I think he must have enjoyed himself as he delivered a sizeable load. My original plan was to drop him off late at night at the end of his street and throw him out of the car naked, with just his feet tied. I was then going to throw his clothes out of the car window near his house. Thereby forcing him to walk naked down his street. As it is summer here, it was light quite late and he had to go home before it was suitably dark and deserted. Maybe that will be the plan for next time.