Rugby player. As previously mentioned I have just come back from New South Wales. I went up to help a mate and by chance a slave contacted me on a well known web site from the same town. We chatted over a couple of days and set up a possible meet. I say possible because its over a nine hour drive to the town from my place and we were going up one day and returning the next. On the way up there were quite a number of texts from this guy. He is in his early 30's and straight but loves being dominated and bound. He is over six feet tall and a bit over weight but still has lots of really big muscle hidden underneath. He advised me that he was a rugby forward and definitely looked the part. As we got closer to the town his texts dried up and so I started to get that uneasy feeling that he was going to be a no show. Once we arrived I advised him of our location and he intimated that he was really nervous and asked all sorts of questions about what I intended to do to him. Really how bad can I be in a motel with neighbours just on the other side of a tissue paper wall. Anyway lots more texts telling me he was held up but he would be coming blah blah blah. Finally the slave arrived and then I got a surprise as it was my mate who got nervous and disappeared. Always the back bone of any endeavour I soldiered on by my self with the slave.

I started off having him strip one piece of clothing at a time. As each piece came off I commented on his good points, got him to turn around and generally felt the merchandise. Once he was totally naked I had him stand under the light and then went very thoroughly over his body. I looked in his mouth and ran my finger over his teeth, felt all his muscles, rolled his balls around my hands and pulled his foreskin back to check on the one eyed snake. I had him place his hands on the bed so I could part his arse cheeks and check out his hole. Once I was happy with the meat display I showed him a couple of poses I like my slaves to use. While he was kneeling at my feet I questioned him in detail about his preferences and sex life in general. He told me that although he was straight he had previously had a number of gay experiences including some kinky straight stuff where he had been pegged and also abused by a group of girls aided by some boys. I then put a nice lycra mask on him and started to tie him in various bondage positions. After maybe an hour I had suspended my boots from his testicles and was happily kicking them backwards and forwards. He then advised me that he felt faint and wanted to spew. I have never seen me move so quick trying to undo my various knots. I got him free to the point where he could move and pushed him in the direction of the toilet where he started vomiting immediately. He seemed to recover and so I suggested he lay on the bed while I fully removed the ropes while he recovered. We started to talk and he advised that he has a heart condition which some times causes him to faint. Not something I was expecting from a big rugby player. Anyway he didn't want medical assistance and so we just talked about his life in general. After awhile I realised the magic of the moment was gone and so we decided it had been fun and parted. A very interesting and surprising night.

Sorry.I have been having computer problems lately so I haven't been able to post pictures. I am currently in New South Wales checking out a new slave. I will tell you all about it on Monday when I return home.

Showers. Lots of fun can be had in a shower. It can be a playground, torture chamber, training ground or even a place to wash. Lets look at Playground. While there are generally no swings in a shower there is plenty of opportunity to play. Nothing like having a slave sit in the shower blind folded with his mouth open and then directing a stream of warm piss all over his head and in his mouth. Make him guess whose piss it is to avoid punishment. He can be seated on a nice dildo at the same time for extra laughs. Alternatively have him take your penis in his mouth and drink as you unleash. This generally ends in some nice choking sounds. A third alternative is to have him hold a big bowl under his chin as you piss on him and then make him drink the bowl dry. Torture chamber. Nothing like having a slave take a cold shower to get their attention. Leave then in there and keep filling them with drink and make them hold it in under threat of severe punishment. They generally end up crying and pleading in a most pleasing way with this treatment. They can then be told to lick up the mess. Apply some menthol based linament to balls, cock, nipples or arse. Wait until it starts to burn and then give them a squirt of water to magnify the effect. Its also a good place to use their toothbrush to rub toothpaste into sensitive parts of the skin.Training ground. Cleaning the shower is a character building exercise for a slave. Nothing depersonalises a slave like supervising their personal cleaning. Small groups can be brought in to watch the process and nothing like a wank display under duress such as cold water.Place to wash. I like to be clean and so when there is a slave present I like them to act as my man servant. They take off my clothes, they join me in the shower and wash me, when I get out they dry me and eventually dress me.

POW. This year has been very wet in southern Australia. As a consequence I have been house bound to a certain extent. House bound=bored. To relieve the boredom I decided a bit of role play was in order. Enter slave 7. It is a 40ish married accountant who visits occasionally. I had him enter my house through the back door. I was waiting for him behind the doorway and quickly threw a pillow case over his head along with a loop of elastic to hold it in place. Pinning his arms I pushed him to the ground and bound his arms. I use a couple of loops around both wrists which then have another loop which goes around the wrist loops to pull it tight into rope hand cuffs .Suitably trussed like the turkey he is I then removed all his clothes. Fortunately for him it only meant I had to cut off his T shirt as the rest could just be pulled off. He was then told that he was my prisoner and that he was going to be interrogated.

I placed him seated in a chair and tied his ankles to a leg each. The same with his wrists. I then went to work demanding he tell me his secrets. Every time slave7 offered some information he was told that I already knew it and wanted the real secret. He would then feel pain. I covered him in pegs and nipple clamps. These were pulled, flicked and twisted as required. He wriggled, and yelled to be released. He begged me to tell him what I wanted to know. Each time he was told that he knew and had better start giving me what I wanted. I then poured cold water over him and mocked his retracting cock. I grabbed a small paddle and started to hit him all over. Between the legs, across his nipples, hands, head and feet. This went on for an hour. Part way through I stuffed a sock in his mouth to silence him and restrict his breathing. Eventually all good things come to an end. I threw him out the back door with what was left of his clothes.

Public Slave Training. I looked out the window and the weather had finally got better and looked like it might be a good day. I decided I would take slave 8 outside for some sunshine. I ordered him to don T shirt, shorts and sandals. Out into the big blue day we went and headed towards the shops to do a bit of shopping so slave 8 thought but little did he know. We got down to the shops and all of a sudden in the middle of the mall I ordered slave 8 to give me 20 push ups. This attracted a bit of attention and put a nice red glow into the cheeks of slave 8. We then wondered on and looked in a few shops. On exiting the last shop I decided to have a smoke. I ordered slave 8 to adopt the standing pose and then lit up. This in itself looked a bit odd and got a few interested stares but then to up the ante I started to blow my smoke into his face. I love the way slave 8 blushes. He very easily colours up which I find quite attractive.

We next went into a mens wear shop. Mr Bright, Bouncy and Gay (MBBG) arrived to serve us. I informed him that I wanted to buy underwear for my slave. This put a smile on his face while slave 8 nearly fainted. I advised MBBG that I wasn't sure of his size and asked if he could measure him so we get a good fit. MBBG was very helpful and went and measured slave 8 waist. I noticed that as he bent down to do the measuring his eyes never left the bulge of slave 8 package. MBBG came back with a few types of underwear. I ordered slave 8 to drop his pants in the dressing room. I then put on a show for MBBG and gave slave 8 a chastising for not wearing underwear even though we both knew he had been ordered not to put them on. MBBG had after an initial good look had turned away and advised that we had to keep the curtain closed while we made our selections. By the time we got to the counter to pay for the underwear MBBG was smiling like a rat with a gold tooth at the cash register and slave 8 looked like he was about to have a coronary. I announced to slave 8 that we would be heading home. His pain wasn't over though as I made him stand in the aisle on the uncrowded bus and made him hold up his purchases for me to see.

Rope tying. I have studied the Japanese rope tying skill called 'Kinbaku'. Don't get me wrong I do not profess to be an expert but just mention it as it relates to my rope tying style. Kinbaku is fun to learn and came about from practical purposes. The Japanese police prior to western influence never used hand cuffs. Prisoners were tied up using very quick and practical methods to quickly disable foes. They had numerous methods which were based on the prisoners status. Certain knots were used on the gentry while others were for joe peasant. Some rope tying methods were designed to torture the prisoner by either placing them in uncomfortable positions or by slow strangulation increase discomfort or cause death. In the 1950's the least dangerous of these skills morphed into erotic play and became quite intricate, skilful and almost works of art. One of the most important skills is the art of suspension of the victim. Done badly all sorts of problems and dangers can manifest. The trouble with this is that it has become an art form and to me by the time I have the victim tied up I am exhausted and my erection but a distant memory. As a consequence you will see in some of my photos I have included that victims are not tied up like a pretty present. . I like to make my victim tying quick so I can move them through a number of positions in a single session. This is particularly important when dealing with novices who also tend to get bored. My rope tying tends to be insidiously clever and designed more to produce an effect rather than look like the product of a scout on cocaine. I use body parts as weights to stretch balls, I immobilise parts so I can get easy access, I make it impossible for the victim to use their arms or legs normally and then have them perform some function for me. Some of you rope tying Masters out there I can hear you screaming 'heretic'. Yes its true I think a lot of the current rope tying performed is more about showing off rather than actually enhancing sex. Think about it.

Just another day. A while ago I had a slave who I called nine. Nothing really interesting about him, he was only average to look at, about 30 years old, happily married...... Yes I said married. Over the years I have had a number of so called straight slaves who were married but came to me for the humiliation and control. Who would have thought marriage could be short of those two elements. After we had had half a dozen sessions I felt it was getting a bit hum drum and needed to go up a notch. On our scheduled meeting day I told him that he would have to arrive at exactly 2 pm. "No problems Sir" he said. "Good" I said "I want you to empty your car of everything larger than a postage stamp prior to arriving. You are to come here totally nude and I don't want to find so much as a sock in the car when you arrive". At that time slave 9 had a 20 minute drive to my house. He was told to park in my drive way and to get out of the car on his arrival and stand beside the car facing the house until I come out.

I waited a couple of minutes and then I came out along with three of my friends. I thought slave 9 would let me down for a second as he started to move to cover himself with his hands but quickly recovered and readopted the position. I had a quick look over the car and was very happy to see there wasn't so much as a chupa chup wrapper in the vehicle. I then led us all inside and had slave 9 serve afternoon tea to the four of us. Once we had finished our tea we had slave nine wank for us while we flicked rubber bands at him.I allocated points according to where we hit him and came a creditable second to my old mate who is a Master from Sydney on a visit. We stopped him numerous times so we could finish the game before he came but we forgot about that so he never got to cum (he he he). Two of my friends left at that point and so it was just the Master from Sydney and myself to finish working him over to the wee hours of the morning. A great day had by all. During the session that followed we asked slave 9 how he went driving to my house. He said he was mostly concerned with being pulled over by the police and so he had driven very carefully within the speed limits the whole way. He decided he better take the most reliable car as a breakdown might lead to a breakdown of his own (LOL)and so he took the wifes car. He often cleans all the cars and so clearing it of everything and washing it wasn't unusual. He got into the car in the garage and drove out without being seen. Damn I must disable his remote control next time. He made sure he didn't park beside any buses or SUVs at traffic lights but did get caught by a motor bike rider who was splitting lanes. He also thought there might have been a pedestrian at a crossing who might have seen him as he went around the corner. It appears my little game generated quite a bit of anxiety in slave 9.