Six hours…a pleasing day

Planning, and T

Ok, so I gave in. I decided to give T another chance. He had not turned up the previous Thursday but he had the best of reasons and that meant that I was softer on him. He was also due to start 2 weeks holiday, so I could entertain him at home on Monday…so if he did not show again I was still at home able to work. To me this sounded like a plan.
T has been desperate to get back into my favour since I let him go. Dennis has been doing a lot of work with him and he is much more confident than he was before. He has also resiled from his previous silly statements about Dror and I, and the period in the wilderness seems to have had an effect on him. So, well, I decided to see what he could really do.

I also had a bonus that morning. Nick called me and asked me if anything was happening. Now Nick is the younger Master I mentioned and here was an opportunity to see him in action as well as T. So I asked him over, and he said he could stay until around 3.30.

Nick’s 90 minutes

I picked T up at the station, bought him lunch, had a chat. Then back to the flat, stripped him and put the red training collar on him. Then it was blindfold him and chain him to the radiator while I collected Nick. Returning, after brief introductions, I handed T over to Nick, sat back in my chair, and watched.

I watched both with some care. T was, after all, my responsibility, and I also wanted to see where Nick was developing. Well, lets just say the emphasis was upon pain rather than control or humiliation. A lot off tt, in fact. Heavier and heavier chains being put on him, with some cbt and restraint too. T was finding it painful, but he took it: later he said he took it for me, which was where his mind should have been. He sucked Nick a bit, licked my (unworn) boots a bit, all the time carrying the weights and the pain. Nick also administered 20 blows from his tawse, which T had earned through various misdemeanours.

To finish off I asked Nick to fuck him, which he did, and then T kissed and licked his arse: I insisted on this as his thank you to Nick for all the time and effort he had put in. I chained and blindfolded T again and took Nick back to the station. We discussed T’s strengths and weaknesses, and generally concluded that, like most bois, his mental limits were way too cautious as compared to his physical ones. In other words he could take more than he thought he could with the appropriate coaxing and guidance.

Through until 8

After that fairly intense session it was time for a gentler pace, although still strict on the control side. So he cleaned my Leather gear, and did fairly well and so was rewarded with some bootlicking. Then he prepared and served me a meal…Now I rapidly discovered that T cannot really cook a great deal, but that is part of the process, learning how to serve, and the end result was not too bad. So, I gave him a stuffed pepper from my plate and relaxed while he washed up and cleaned the kitchen.

Then it was back to the harder stuff again…Into be bedroom where he was heavily toyed and stretched. He again took this reasonably well: he has a tight hole which clearly needs work, and a couple of fingers and the smaller dildo was more than enough for him at one session. Then he took my cock, took my cum (every last drop, boi) and then relaxed. There was a final 22 penalty points to go, and I must admit to being harsh here. I reached for the lash despite generally only handing out 20 in a 24 hour period. But T had been such a chore in the past that he probably deserved this additional session. He grovelled and begged not to have it, but not really well enough in my view, so he got 12 as opposed to 20.

Where next?

Well, I told him after we had ended that at least one more session was needed before I came to a decision. That night, on Gaydar chat, he mad a bit of an idiot of himself (more pp in the book for that) and clearly needs more discipline if I do take him back. He has potential, of that there is no doubt, but I am still in two minds. He will have to work hard indeed to wipe out the sins of the past. It is just a matter of whether he wants to.

M

A dull Thursday: and I don’t care…

I thought I would wait until today to blog Thursday’s activities for reasons that will become apparent. Suffice it to say, I was going to be meeting three bois and this young Master again that night and ended up seeing none of them. Hardly the best of results truth be told…

3 bois in a fountain.

Ok, so there was no fountain. One boi did not turn up and later said he had ‘flu, another because he had a ‘friends crisis’ to sort out and the third was, well, just odd. The trouble is that you get so many excuses and no-shows via Gaydar that it is very difficult to give credence to anything anyone says anymore. But you cannot let the timewasters and prats take over, there are enough genuine people out there who should not be damaged by the irritating actions of the few.

Of the three I had to handle Thursday, well, I believe one, totally disbelieve another and the third has to be somewhere in the middle I guess. What irked me most was this idea of having to go to the bar for myself! Terrible. Well, the next time I am going to be out at The Hoist is a week on Saturday, but I have told myself that I am not going without a boi in tow again.

Oh, and the Master? He had some work (a client) that night. As the only one to actually text me in advance I am not in the least critical of him…

What else…?

So, a bit of play with a subby German bear, which my heart was not really in, and the evening with Dennis, who is always good company. Later that evening I got home and, whilst I was having a coffee and winding down got a Gaydar message from a couple of slaves saying they had seen me in The Hoist and would I ‘be their Master?’ Well, nice to be asked but they were both out of my age range and had 11 Masters already. I certainly did not wish to make up the dozen and so I declined. Still, that, and the free drink from The Hoist for myself and Dennis went some way to offset the evening but there was, and continues to be, another reason.

Promising boi?

Well, I have been chatting to this boi on MSN for the past week on a very regular basis. It is a mutual thing, not me simply pursuing him, and boy is he gorgeous, and boy is he promising. On placement at the moment he will be back in London in a week and I cannot wait to meet him. Not looking for a boyfriend, but looking to be owned and have a mentor and guide to help him discover more about himself. I am desperately trying not to jinx this or get too enthusiastic (as you fall into another trap then), but it is currently looking very good and, well, watch this space. That said the hunt for bois in London goes on, as ideally I want three, but you do not always get what you wish for, indeed it can be bloody dangerous at times.

M

Does age tell?

The ageist scene

This is a scene that is definitely ageist, and I am as guilty as the rest. From my perspective I do have an age limit: 40, but it is not fixed in stone. But, I confess, I do have trouble dealing with slaves that are considerably older than me. That said I also have an issue with bois that are very young. Although I am happy to have bois under 25 they are often less broad minded and often do not know what they really want: 25 to 35 is my ideal range.

Nontheless there are exceptions to prove the rule, both under 25’s who are sorted and know what they want, and guys over 40 who I am comfortable with despite my childhood upbringing of ‘respect your elders’. But, more unusually, it works more harshly both ways than I have seen in other scenes.

The older slave

There are a lot of older bois on the scene. Some have been slaves since Noah was a boy and have a vast fund of experience. This, in itself, can be quite daunting for a Master of whatever age as the feeling of always being measured against things in the past is always in your mind. Of course the older slave is often happy enough to be played with in whatever fashion. Then there are the older slaves who have ‘just gotten into it’. Often they have suppressed a whole raft of feelings for many years: either because of personal shame or fears or because they had a partner who they were convinced would ‘not understand’. Then, released from one lot of bondage they want to try another. It is this group that I feel most sorry for because it can be hard for them to explore themselves properly because Masters, even those in their 50’s and older, generally want younger bois. Though some Masters are more enlightened, others just want to have pretty bois.

The younger Master

But for the younger Master, under 30, the boot is often on the other foot. I know I struggled greatly before I reached 30, and I was speaking to a younger Master yesterday in Comptons who is 30 this year and cannot wait. He feels that his age is an obstacle because most bois, even those in their 20’s want a Master that is older: unless they are just massaging their libido of course. Now I am back in the scene, and 35 this year, I have noticed a change in that regard: more interest, although not necessarily from the right quarters. So he may be right, the expectation being that, by this age, I should have gained enough experience not to make a pigs breakfast of things and know a thing or two. Still, that said, I know I still have a lot to learn: electrical is still a closed book to me, and cbt is another dark region yet to be explored. I will probably stop learning when I am dead.

M

Good Weekend #2

The trouble with Michael

The Friday night I had allowed Michael to sleep in my bed, in his collar of course, but as I was well aware that it would be the floor Saturday night I was feeling generous. He said to me as I was trying to drift off: “I don’t think I am really cut out for being a slave.” It was not, to be frank, what I wanted to hear.

We talked a little while that night, but he was tired and so was I. It was clear that what he was doing was out of duty, respect, pride even, but there was no enthusiasm there. To give him his due he carried on, in fact given his character there was no expectation of anything else. A further chat later Saturday morning drew out more: basically this boi needed to be doing it out of love.

I had been getting mixed messages. At one stage on Friday he had committed an infraction, and I told him that I was very disappointed in him. For a slave this is a real criticism, and he later admitted that he was crushed. He looked it at the time, apologised profusely and you could feel the relief when I forgave him: these are classic slave reactions. But equally he hated cleaning his boots, for example. He was quite prepared to admit he had been pampered and could not cope with the 2 km walk back from Sainsbury never mind anything else. In other words he simply could not cope with the whole package.

Michael and Paul

Now I had wanted to get Michael and Paul together for a couple of reasons. But an unexpected bonus was a long chat they had on the way to the Hoist on Saturday night. Here were two intelligent lads coming at the issue from very different angles. For Paul, and it is all on his website, adopts a classical US-based approach. For Michael it is informed by his Chinese culture and the approach is different. The results though are, by and large, the same. But Paul too came to the conclusion that what Michael really wanted was a dominant boyfriend, not a Master.

Like me he was also disappointed by Michael’s decision. He too saw great potential in him: not that Michael does not have a considerable array of trained skills already. That both he and Paul got on so well together, bonded so quickly and it was such good fun, in all aspects of the weekend, just makes it even more irritating that it may be the only time I can get them both together.

The trouble with Paul

If that was not enough I may be saying goodbye to Paul too. He has applied to work for the three poor little rich kids up in Sheffield or somewhere as their ‘slave’, I put it in inverted commas as, from what I can find out, it is more Houseboi + kink. Anyway, in all meaningful senses it would probably be goodbye there too. But it is, from some angles I suppose an attractive proposition, no argument there.

The future: cloudy with some possible sunny spells

Now if I was in Manchester I would be laughing. Lots of bois seem to be looking for Masters up there, I have had several approach me and there are more that I could approach. In London: oh God. I don’t know what it is, but there just does not seem to be the interest, the material, or even the curiosity. Now I am quite willing to assume that it is just me, but I have had at least three Masters say the same or similar. No wonder we are ‘importing’ from outside the Greater London area.

But, given the above and the fact that I cannot move anyway geographically my choices are slim: find a good boi or two in London and have occasional visitors, just have the occasional visitors, or give up and go home. Well, as I promised myself on January 1st: one year. On January 1st 2008, well, if I have not found what I want it is back in my box, probably for another four years at least.

M

Good Weekend #1

Intro

Well, lets start by saying this weekend was a really enjoyable one, for me at least. But it was tainted by a sense of sadness that I still cannot shake off. But, as it was a long and involved few days I have decided to split it into two, otherwise it would be a long rather rambling post. I have decided to do the happy, superficial bit first…

The Longest Session

Well, for over 5 years anyway…I had invited Michael down from Manchester last weekend. I had, as you know, been very impressed with him online and at The Hoist. Dror announced that he was going to stay with friends on Friday and so it was going to be a long session: from his arrival on Friday afternoon until Dror’s reappearance Saturday evening. It would be reinforced by the arrival of Paul Saturday afternoon. In the evening I was going to take both to The Hoist, say farewell Sunday.

And that is pretty much what happened. I was apprehensive about such a long session. I had not done one that long in over 5 years and was more than a little worried that the rust patches would show. But I had some ideas in my head of what needed to be done, and what I ought to get Michael to do: a combination of domestic chores, leather care, bondage, cp and sex. My plan was to keep ringing the changes. Ultimately I was gearing him up for the arrival of Paul to be fucked by that nice big tool of his. As Michael is rather tight, this involved some preparation on Friday…

Also, as we went to collect Paul, Michael elected to keep his collar on and stay in role, with informal etiquette and all. We had been out briefly before to get food Friday night sans collar and he had not done too well. He is also a pampered rich kid, so walking back to my flat with all the shopping was as much as he could bear, almost as bad as him having to polish his own boots (untouched for 4 years – terribly slack). But, meeting Paul on Saturday, collar hidden by a scarf, he did very well indeed.

Then that afternoon I was able to engineer the final act before Dror returned. Again he performed well, as did Paul who can go on for hours, and I still smile now at the memory of them both. This is, I add, heightened by the bonding that took place between them ver the weekend: both in role and outside it. They had begun to trust and understand each other in role, and gang up and tease me, and bitch at each other, out of role. It was a very good thing to see: both were getting on great.

The Hoist

So, the Saturday night it was off to The Hoist. I have to confess that I was very proud that night. They looked the part, they lived the part. I could not have wished for better. Both saw a bit of action that night too, with each other and with other people. I had to go off to see the Hoist management about something and left them to their own devices: Paul in an Alpha role. I knew that when I came back they would be up to something and sure enough, there they were, Paul screwing a guy while Michael sucked him off. But, again, as soon as I arrived they stopped, came along with me unquestioningly (leaving their charge gawping and frustrated: I love the exercise of Power) and we found action elsewhere. Michael is a good cocksucker, and I granted permission for one guy to be pleasured by him and he got some good compliments for that. Always what you want to hear is that, that your bois are good at what they do, and it saves you the trouble of punishing them afterwards. I also got Michael to use his other undoubted talent, beard sucking, on Dennis, who was rather fulsome in his praise afterwards. The pair certainly impressed him, and a few other Masters who were there complimented me on their deportment, demeanour and behaviour. Well, swelled with pride how could I not look on those two bois with the dignity and respect they deserved.

Goodbye

More teasing, bonding, bitching and general nonsense on the way home, a bit more action in the morning and then off, the pair of them: Paul back home, Michael to see a prospective boyfriend (more of that in another post). Looking back on it now it was a great weekend for me and they seemed to enjoy themselves too, whilst Dror gave me the space I needed to feel more confident about the six days I need to be ‘on duty’ in Berlin in April. It just nags at me that, it was so much fun, it may also be they only time it will happen that way, but more of that in another post.

M

Pride and Punishment

Punishment and discipline: difference

Although the words in general are often used interchangeably, I try to impart some difference:

• Discipline: the imposition of a set of rules and regulations.
• Punishment: the penalty imposed for the infraction of these rules and regulations.

Probably due to me liking clear boundaries, I try to maintain this distinction in terminology. So discipline constrains and directs bois towards particular types of behaviour and away from others, and punishments are there to ensure that they are adhered to.

Punishments: what are they?

The only iron law that I adhere to is that punishments should not be enjoyable. The fear and dislike of being punished are vital to ensure that a slave adheres to the disciplinary rules that the master expects them to follow. As such punishments are different for slaves. If a slave enjoys CP then it is no use reaching for the lash in order to instil a lesson. Instead a Master must use his imagination and ring the changes in punishments. This prevents a slave from bratting or being able to predict what sort of punishment they will get. So, for example, I have one boi who hates spam: can’t stand it. But it won’t kill him so when he earns a penalty point (more of which later) he has to eat a cube of spam.

Penalty Points

I operate a penalty point system, handing them out to slaves so they know where they are in the punishment stakes. The rule of thumb is one penalty point is equivalent to one lash stroke. This can be substituted for something else. On point could be one minute in bondage and ignored or, as in the case given above, one cube of spam! I generally do not administer a punishment until the total reaches ten points and never usually go over twenty. Over twenty points then I go up to twenty and then judge whether the boi can take more in a single session.
Gold Stars and other reductions

Penalty points can be reduced in number. A boi may do something particularly good or startling that deserves a reward. One method of reward is to reduce the tally of penalty points that a slave has. This sets them goals automatically in order to reduce their punishment. One concept introduced to me by Peter, and used by one of his old Masters (not Vermeer) was the idea of Gold Stars: trade-able counters that reduce punishments. Slaves can keep them or trade them among each other. I set the value of one Gold Star at ten penalty points. These are of course awarded at my discretion. Now, if used to reduce, say, eight points, the other two are lost.

Any ideas?

Of course Masters can and should swap ideas for punishments and what they do as favourites. But let me re-iterate, all slaves are different and respond to stimuli in different ways. Don’t just reach for the lash. Be imaginative and ring the changes when you can. Keep the bois guessing, and they will appreciate it by becoming better at serving you.

M