At BadBoyBondage.com, the Master puts his toy into the coffin cage and then with a long cane encourages the captive to dance for him. When the Master tires of the dancing, he suggests that he will let the prisoner go if he cums. Despite the encouragement, the captive has performance issues and so gets left in the cage.
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Title of this video: “The Sensuous Master, Part 7“
By FirefighterSIR
Part 6: Punishment
The slave turned over on the floor, pulling the thick blanket close against the chill at the foot of the Captain’s bed. He was trying to get his sleep-addled brain around what was happening.
The Captain had jumped out of bed suddenly, quickly as a cat, and was now standing in the open door listening intently and scanning the midnight darkness of the Bear Trap Ranch. A silvery light outlined the edge of the canyon high above and was moving along slowly, dropping down toward the camp. A low engine rumble could barely be heard over the chorus of crickets and cicadas in the chill air. A truck was making its way along the road above. Intruder!
Even as the slave tried to rub the sleep from his bleary eyes, the Captain had already pulled on his dirty Carhartt pants, scuffed boots, and slipped a wrinkled tee over his head. His handgun was out and strapped to his leg in a quick movement. He slipped out of the door and through the camp gate, disappearing into the trees, his movements marked only by the flicker of his flashlight.
By FirefighterSIR
Part 5: The Workout
“Uggh! Uhhh uh uuhhh…” the slave panted, trying to catch his breath around the rubber ball gag gripped in his teeth. His lips pulled back and his jaw opened in a desperate attempt to draw in air, drool gushing out in thick ropes that dripped down his chest and abs onto his cock finally exposed after three days of confinement.
His muscled arms had been pulled back and stretched over a bar against his back and chained to the spreader bar shackled to the slave’s ankles. The slave’s balls were chained to an eyebolt in the ground, causing his nuts to be stretched and tugged with each new punch during the Captain’s workout. The slave’s head snapped back from the flurry of jabs directed at his punished bruised abs again. He growled deeply into the gag and more spit flew.
The bar behind the slave’s back was just high enough to keep the slave’s sweat and dirt streaked body stretched out and open to the Captain’s human punching bag workout. The first morning rays of the sun broke over the distant hills and reddened the scene on the bare hilltop. The Captain had rigged the bars and chains among the bare framing of the new compound He was creating.
By felon
LATER THAT NIGHT:
So far the entire event has been very confusing/intimidating and charged — all at the same time. So now I am locked in a cell in a barn on a non-working farm in West Virginia. I can hear trucks coming and going, the smell of a campfire, the sound of men laughing, the pop of bear cans, and the barking of dogs.
Occasionally I hear the dragging of chains, the pop of a semiautomatic, and the crack of a whip. The barn is dark — lit by one lousy bulb, creating shadows dark and deep. The door opens and one of the men that “booked” me and handled my POA walks into the room — now in knee boots and green camos.
Continue reading Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 08
Bind loves chains and shackles. More is better. There is something that is comforting about this form of bondage. Maybe it’s a feeling of absolute security. No possibility of escape. The feeling of security is achieved with this over-the-top metal bondage scenario.
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Title of this video: Getting Bind To Sleep
Ever wonder what was it like to be a leatherman way back when?
Before Metalbond’s blog.
Before Grindr.
Before text messaging.
Before Recon.
Before Leather Navigator.
Before AOL chat rooms.
Before IML.
Before the Black Party.
Before the Internet.
Before AIDS.
Before the Village People.
Before Drummer magazine.
Before Stonewall.
Believe it or not, there really were gay Masters and slaves before all of these things — a vibrant leather scene with defined values that included things like respect, honesty, integrity, responsibility and loyalty. You could not just walk into a shop with a credit card and emerge an hour later with leather pants and a harness — you had to EARN these things.
Are you curious about how things used to be? You can catch a good glimpse of the “Old Guard” in a book. Yes, a BOOK, it’s what you hold in your hands, turn the pages and READ. It’s called The Slave Journals, and it is by Thom Magister.
Published by Perfectbound Press, it includes 17 erotic stories written from the perspective of different Masters from the 1950s onward to 1980. It’s also got some fantastic illustrations by the author.
It’s available at Amazon.com by clicking here
By FirefighterSIR
Part 4: The Cadre
In the dry hills of California, water is the factor that determines success or failure.
In June, the last wildflowers have gone to seed and the grass in the meadows is gold, dry and brittle. The brush begins to take on a grey tint, and even the huge oaks drop leaves under the hot sun to preserve their lives through the six months without rain. The valley beyond the Bear Trap Ranch begins to resemble a parched African savannah, and one might almost glimpse zebras and elephants milling in the midday heat ripples rising from the valley floor.
