Role play. There is nothing I like better than a good role play. My last blog was about a role play meeting a week ago that involved an Army prison scene. Because of the nature of the scene it was a little more violent than I would normally like and involved some pain being inflicted. Having said that it was a lot of fun and I found that I got right into it.

The issue I had was that it involved the prisoner being hooded and gaged for most of the scenario. I had to push him to the edge but make sure that I didn't go over the edge and make him gun-shy for future sessions. I found it quite hard to gauge how close he was to panic when I couldn't see his face and his words were distorted. I had to rely on his body language and the amount of twisting and turning. Waiting for just that moment when his twitching goes over the edge and starts to suddenly increase in intensity. When twisting or stretching balls there is that moment when the prisoners voice goes up a marked octave and indicates that you have applied enough pain to hurt but not quite enough to damage. This does not come across the same when they are gaged.

I think if it is a house slave it would be a lot easier as you would have a detailed knowledge of his workings but in this case slave 17 has only been to a handful of my sessions and so we are still very much learning about each other. I always encourage slaves to talk to me through sessions (as long as its respectful) and so this generally helps in a normal session but not in this case. There was a moment when I had the prisoner pulling a set of weights across the floor. They were quite heavy and put a lot of pressure on his balls as they were directly tied to just his balls and so his dick couldn't take some of the strain. I found the best way to gauge his level of discomfort was to give him a good wack with the paddle and see if he was able to increase his effort. If he wasn't then I guessed he was at the limit. Not a very accurate guide I am afraid.

You are absent without leave soldier. Last week I had slave 17 contact me asking for a session. Normally we have played at the local kink club but today he wanted to play at his house. As preparation, I had him lay out a selection of his under wear as he gets turned on by underwear and sports shorts. He was told to be kneeling and to be wearing just a T-shirt and shorts. I then made him model them for my entertainment and I made sure it contained plenty of handling of his goods. Not knowing the lie of the land I got him to give me a tour so that I could best work out where we were to play. This particular slave likes to be imprisoned and made totally helpless. I advised him that he was going to be a soldier who was AWOL from his unit and that I was the Military Policeman sent to return him to barracks. I went outside and knocked on the door. The moment he answered the door I burst in with a billy club yelling and ordering him to the ground. He was prodded quite hard with the club so he knew I meant business. He was then quickly bound with his hands behind his back. He was then stood up in front of a table where I started to interrogate him about where he had been and who had helped him get away. I wrote down his answers and then easily found fault as he couldn’t remember the peoples names he quoted. I accused him of being a liar and bent him over the table. He was then paddled with a duster I found lying around his room. It was half a metre long and when you pulled off the dust cloth you were left with a 4 cm wide plastic strip on a handle which was quite whippy and nice and stingy.

I then threw him on a mattress in a side room and locked the door. This is where we nearly came unstuck as the door had a dodgy lock and I couldn’t get the door open. Luckily he was able to get up and open the door from the inside with his hands tied behind his back. He was then brought back into the interrogation room and the questioning continued. Over the next couple of hours I put nipple clamps on his scrotum and nipples. His balls were stretched and given a work out with the paddle. A couple of times he was put back into the side room for time out. One of the times while he was kneeling on the mattress, I had him hooded. I walked around him hitting my hand with the paddle so he heard the slap of it. Occasionally I would give one of his legs, thighs, balls, cock or butt a few stinging flicks with the paddle. This was very disconcerting as he couldn’t see what I was doing and so would suddenly feel the sting. He was proving to be a tough customer and so I had to come up with something extra to get him to talk. I put a bag over the wrestling hood he had on and then started holding his nose and covering his mouth until he started to show signs of distress.

I would then release it just long enough for him to get a couple of breathes and then I would block his air again. There is no good interrogation without some electric torture. I put my electro kit on him and gave his cock a couple of good jolts. This wasn’t on purpose, it was just that the set is playing up and so I gave up on it before his cock was cooked. Time for a hood change and so I put him in a black neoprene hood which has removable eye and mouth covers. To make it that more uncomfortable I put a horse bridle gag on him with a pair of his underwear jammed in his mouth to make it hard to breath. He has nice big meaty balls and I noticed a weight set on the floor of his room. I tied them to his balls and then had him drag them around the room. I had him tied to the interrogation chair while I questioned him for the millionth time. Every time I didn’t like his answer he was paddled in some uncomfortable place. By this time he was talking like a canary and owning up to all manner of things. There was a Russian mafia connection, lots of names of accomplices, and apparently while away from his unit, he fled to China to set up an arms/drug/refugee smuggling business. Anyway all good things must come or is that cum' to an end. The interrogation chair was in front of a large screen TV and so I played one of his porn movies which involved a couple of prisoners being mishandled. While he was tied on the chair he was forced to watch the porn while I slowly rubbed his large cock until he exploded in a fountain of cum. Nothing like a happy ending to a day of torture. Then I got home and found a message from slave 6 and a young local guy wanting to play but that my friends is another story.

A slaves thought on my ramblings about what it takes to be a Master. This is the message I got from slave 4 after he read my last blog post.... I read it Sir. Sounds like I haven't met a wide range of Masters and Ur making me wonder why I visit the same Master... For me it's safety, attitude and experience Sir. I totally respect that. I keep visiting the same Sir cos I know he's safe (and I knew he was safe because he could write a thoughtful intelligent sentence when I first saw him online). He isn't a time-waster (he keeps a date and I keep up my end of the bargain) and his experience was just a bonus. I'd respect him even if he was inexperienced but since he's Dom and he's very sure about what he wants, I could not help but feel impressed with his experience. I think the gear, the age or the look of the Dom is secondary, these are just "wow-factors". Doesn't make me respect the guy. The Dom I play with doesn't wear any gear (but he has lots of toys), and he's semi-retired old. He's strict but not scary. He is sure of himself and he doesn't leave me with any doubt about what he wants or what I'm going to get. I'm more willing to try new things with him because I know he won't go nuts. I think that's really the ultimate indicator of respect. He doesn't push me to do this or do that. He just suggests it and let's me choose to it, if I want. Sometimes its many months later before I summon the courage to try it. And the weird thing is, despite being "used and abused", I sense his "empathy", like he's more interested in the mental aspect of play rather than the physical. Which makes me realize this guy really knows what kink is all about. Sorry about the ramble Sir. Your blog made me think about it a little. My response to slave 4....That my boi is what I was getting at. You need to have trust and respect. You are a good boi despite your brain getting clogged with cum occasionally.

Happy to be back.> Let me start off saying how sorry I am for not posting over the last few weeks. I had injured my back and was in the position where I was in so much pain that I couldn’t, sit, stand or lie for more than a few moments. To make matters worse I did it in bed. That in itself could have made it worthwhile but in my case, there was no involvement of swinging on chandeliers, or jumping off ward robes. All I did was roll over in bed and that was the end of me for over three weeks. I also was unable to play as it is very hard to have the presence of a Master when you walk around like Quasi Modo. This brings me to my topic for today. What is the correct presence a Master has to display to get the respect of slaves? This is quite hard as everyone is turned on by different things. Last weekend I was talking to a gay friend on a related topic and we found we both admitted to having at some point a totally unreasonable fixation on someone who normally wouldn’t get considered. Fortunately, these tend to be short lived but never the less totally mystifying. I have noticed most Masters seem to be older than the slave.

This is understandable I think as most people go through their lives conditioned to respect their elders and most authority figures tend to be older. There is however also a group of powerful men who tend to be older and who get sick of always being in charge and like to just be told what to do by someone else. Most Masters also seem to be big men however I have seen some quite ferocious small Masters who brought fear and awe to their slaves. Most seem to have big penises however once again you occasionally find one less than hung. Most are tops but not all as there are a few who dominate by riding the sausage from the top while the slave is on his back. Most Masters seem to dress in a very manly way with lots of leather, metal studs and denim but not necessarily all the time and some not at all. I have seen a couple of Masters who dress in normal street clothes. The attitude also seems to have some variation. Most display a strict, unfriendly and slightly scary persona however not all. I know an Asian Master who is quite friendly and easy to talk to but it doesn’t stop him from being strict and demanding. This is very common when the Master and slave are also in a relationship. The boyfriend slave has to be compliant but you have to be a bit more normal in your day to day workings as you also have to deal with day to day activities. So I suppose it is hard to be very precise in describing the requirements of being a Master. A couple of things are clear however. Masters must always be consistent you can’t wobble between personas. I think Masters need to be intelligent and creative. You can’t keep serving up the same agenda and expect the slave to hang around. You have to be proficient in your kink play. You need to be able to confidently tie someone up, understand dog training, know how to get in and out of rubber etc. The slave needs to feel safe with you and trust you. Above all the slave must look up to you as being better.

Sorry. I have hurt my back and am having difficulty sitting long enough to post. I will try and send one later this week.

It doesn't have to be wild but definitely not mild. I haven't seen slave 2 in over a year. He recently contacted me on a fetish website and we agreed to catch up. We have had a long history and one which has been interesting and diverse over my early days as a Master. Like an old boot he is comfortable and knows how to please me exactly as I like it. We are both busy people, who have hectic lives and so it took a couple of cancelations before we finally decided to meet at my place. He arrived at the appointed hour on Monday night and entered as I stood aside so he could place his bag near the door. I had only just got home and so the heater hadn't started to kick in and warm the place. Even though it was chilly he commenced to remove his clothes, until he stood naked in front of me. All the clothes neatly folded and him naked in position one in a show of respect. I let my fingers run over his body until they clamped on his nipples which I started to pinch and twist until he flinched.

I led him into the kitchen and with out an order he started to make dinner. He brought all the ingredients and other than the use of a few of my kitchen tools, he set to work. Within a few minutes he had dinner bubbling away and smelling delicious. He then suggested we adjourn to the bedroom so he could give me a nice massage. I have had many massages from slave 2 and they are sensational. He massages the whole body from the top of your head down to your toes and all places in between. He also uses yoga techniques to further enhance the stretching of tired muscles. Occasionally he would wander out to check on dinner. Once he had finished the massage, complete with happy ending, he got up and headed out to the kitchen to serve while I had a quick shower to remove the oil. By the time I had finished my shower, dinner was on the table. A lovely pair of tender lamb shanks over a mash of mixed vegetables and a rich sauce. I permitted him to join me at the table and we had a nice dinner with pleasant talk about old times and generally catching up. I then went into the lounge room and started to watch Australian Ninja. Nothing like the sight of rippled male bodies, doing very hard things, to grab the attention of a gay male. Meanwhile slave 2 had got up once we had finished dinner and without asking, commenced the washing and drying up. He then came in and asked if I would like a cup of tea. With out having to tell him how, he remembered and went off and made it just as I like. When he returned with our cups of tea, he was going to sit on the floor at my feet however as he had performed well, I permitted him to sit in the other chair. Once the show finished he asked permission to be able to go home. Once approval was given, he quietly got up and got dressed. We hugged momentarily before he left with promises to meet again next week. Sometimes it is the simple Master/slave interactions which provide the most pleasure and don't require a lot of preparation or paraphernalia.

All that glitters is not gold. I have mentioned once before that I started off as a slave. I did this so I could learn more about Master craft. I am way too dominant to enjoy too much of being a slave but it was necessary to learn how to manage slaves properly. Well occasionally I go and do a session as a slave. I do this to to keep my eye in and particularly if the Master appears to offer something different. Sometimes I also do a random slave session just because I need a break from being a Master. Well yesterday I did a random slave session just for a break. I got said Master from a fetish web site. After a day of texting I arranged to meet the next day. He wanted to meet the same day but I had a commitment that went over time forcing me to delay the event. Prior to my departure I was ordered to come dressed in shorts and I was to bring an array of underwear as he wanted a fashion show. No problems, I am gorgeous and happy to show off my body. So I put on a jock strap, which I covered with a slim sided pair of jocks, then a normal sided pair of jocks followed by a set of trunks under the shorts. On arriving at the location I text to say I was coming in so he could be ready. I knocked on the window as I went up the stairs and the door was opened for me to enter.

The Master was behind the door and I didn't see him until the door closed. According to the website he was 57 years old with an average body. The photos looked like he was slim with a nice package showing through the underwear photos. Clearly the description was written by someone looking through beer goggles. He wasn't a day under 70, the average body was more like a pregnant Gollum, he had a notable limp, balding with scruffy hair and comb over. The unit was very untidy to say the least, with junk piled on all horizontal surfaces. He had a large computer screen on a desk in the multipurpose living area which he had twink porn playing for our amusement. I was ordered to remove my shoes and T-Shirt so he could get a better look at the shorts. I complied and was standing in front of him while he felt my body. He had a nipple fetish and was tweeking my nipples and asking me how much it turned me on while he dribbled like a hungry Labrador. He was dressed in some black shorts and a grey T-Shirt and nooooo socks as well. He kept playing with him self as we talked which saved me having to do it thankfully. I was asked to show him my underwear so I removed the shorts. He liked the trunks but started to walk towards the bedroom. I told him there was more and he came to see me reveal the jocks. I then removed them and showed him the slim sided pair. He was happy with them and decided to feel my package. It was then he discovered the jock strap underneath. When I had removed them he had to feel my bare arse. I was then ordered to go into the bathroom and put on a pair of his shorts. I came out and showed him. He then ordered me to go back in and try on some of the underwear that was strewn across the bed. Fortunately they fitted me but I suspect they hadn't fitted him in the last 20 years. He inspected me in the underwear and seemed happy. He had made me a cup of tea and ordered me to chair beside him at the desk, so he could show me more porn on the computer. While I drank the tea and watched the porn, he tweeked my nipples. I was then ordered to tweek his nipples. He seemed to like this but it was like feeling a pair of old socks with sand in the bottom. I had been a couple of minutes late due to his poor directions and so I was advised that I would be punished. Fair enough that's what I would have done. He ordered me to get a riding crop out of a draw and place the leather end in my mouth to soften it up. He then wanted me to stand behind him and play with his nipples with the crop in my mouth while we watched the porn. Great idea until he asked me to look at something causing me to hit his head with the crop when I turned to look (snigger smurk). I was asked what punishment I deserved. I replied I suppose I should be paddled. I was testing him as this was the sort of answer for which I would normally award extra punishment. No rebuke. Instead he said I think it deserves two hits with the crop. Two hits - really - why even bother. I was then ordered to place my hands above the door and he asked me if I had plans to be naked for any one over the next three days. I said "no" but then thought I would test him further and said "that I was going swimming tomorrow". He advised I could put my swimming bathers on before I got to the pool but then gave me two of the weakest hits I have ever received. Not only were they almost unable to be felt but I was still wearing his underwear. I was then ordered into the bedroom to give him a massage. He removed his shirt and revealed a fine set of man boobs, silver back gorilla hair and a stomach about to have an alien protrude from his one large AB. He moved a pile of clothes off the bed so there was just enough room for him to lie down. I tried to position myself but found an old condom challenging me to stand on it, lying on the floor. I started to push some oil around his flabby old back only to find pressure waves in the flab meeting my hands on their return. I was trying not to oogle this hunk of a man, who I was getting to feel up free of charge, so I looked around the room. There was a strategically placed television on the wall beside the bed which was hooked up to the computer porn from the other room. There were piles of junk and clothes all over the room and in amongst the dirt tumble weeds wafting around in the breeze. This was such a turn on it made it a really hard decision but I decided he had nothing to teach me and it was time to leave. "Sorry", I said "but you just don't do it for me". I could have added or anyone else who still had their sanity and vision but I am a polite man. I left none the more educated and totally disappointed.