Monday, 3 August 2015

The first few weeks with Ben


This is a story. This is fantasy. Any resemblances to real people is accidental.
I have written this as a form of a blog, starting in June 2015.



Monday, 2nd June

In 2 days time I will pick up my new slave from the airport, at least I hope he will agree to become my full time slave after a trial period. Ben has been a slave almost his whole adult life, living with a hetero couple who already had a slave. After some time, Ben and his Master became very close, and his Mistress had slave no1 as her slave. Sadly the Master has been diagnosed with a degenerative illness, and he wants to make sure the slave gets a good new Master. I know the couple and have met the slave and enjoyed sex with him on two occasions, so when they asked me if I would be his Master, I jumped at it. I have tried to find someone here in Sweden, but for different reasons it had never worked out.

Life will be very different for him here, of course he will have to learn a new language and a new culture. He grew up in the US, and now lives in east Canada, so at least the weather will be similar. I am a doctor and work shifts in the local hospital, so one thing I want a slave to do is manage the household, actually 2. I have a flat very close to work and a house by the lake. Public transport here in Stockholm is great and I would expect him to travel between the places and have them clean and stocked with food at all times. I prefer being in the house, so we might even just spend a few hours there. He will arrive with his Mistress, she will stay a few days and we will do the tourist routine. The deal is that we have about 6 weeks to test each other, he can stay for 3 months as tourist, and to get residency takes time, so that's why 6 weeks. He is married to slave no1 at the moment, that was the easiest way to get residency for him in Canada. Once it has been decided if he stays here, then divorce procedures can start, and we will eventually get married.



Tuesday, 3rd June

So, last day at work today, I now have 1 week holiday. Barbara, Ben's mistress, will stay for 4 days, then we have a few days together and I want him to get used to a routine as soon as possible. I have booked a tutor for him to start learning Swedish as soon as possible. My flat is in an old block of flats, which I inherited, and there is a small apartment which is set up as a dungeon, which is available for hire. All residents of course know about the apartment and have free use of it, as long as they clean it. Usually a gay couple take care of it, they get reduced rent in lieu. They are also in a Master/slave relationship. Ben and Barbara will stay in the apartment for 2 nights, then Ben will move in with me, and I have booked Barbara a luxurious hotel. She is also a doctor and she deserves a bit of pampering.

My flat and the house are fully kitted out, the slave will have a cell with his own bathroom facilities, and we have a playroom. As I said, I inherited the flat, I also inherited the house. I used to be a slave, my very first relationship was with an older man, and he introduced me to this lifestyle. Even after our relationship ended, we were very close and I inherited everything from him after he died from lung cancer 8 years ago. I also own a bar/club, but I have a very good manager there.



Wednesday, 3rd June

I am at the airport, the flight is delayed. Barbara and Ben have been in Europe for 8 days already, they are doing the “sights”. Barbara is the reason Ben became a slave, he was actually her patient. She took him home, for him to recuperate after abdominal surgery, her husband and slave no1 were away for the summer. They had an affair. Ben went back to the States, became ill again and had to have more surgery. Barbara came to visit and brought him back to Canada once he was fit to travel. She had met his parents at the hospital and understood why he left in the first place. Ben had to have a stoma fitted after the surgery, with a chance to have it reversed after 3 months. For a 19 year old this is very traumatic, and his parents were not supportive. Barbara has been a VERY important person in his life, so before he moves half around the world, they wanted to have some special time together. Of course the separation will be terrible for Ben, he will soon loose his Master and lover as well, and will not be able share his last months with him. His Master decided he did not want Ben to see him suffer. I am a bit anxious how Ben will cope with the changes and his grief, although I have experience with being a Master, the next months will be a balancing act.



It is late, we had a good meal in a traditional Swedish restaurant. We had a good time, mainly just chatting about their recent travel. Both are relaxed and are enjoying the moment. Ben is better looking than I remembered, he is very lean but muscular, and for the trip they let his hair grow. He has a permanent collar, which has given them some trouble at the airports. Usually he wears a chastity device, but they took that off for the travel. They liked that they are staying in the Dungeon apartment, Ben is so used to being in bondage, he is starting to miss it. Well, in a few days time he can have plenty! It was a bit awkward at the airport, how we were going to greet us, in the end we went for a hug. Despite Ben assuring me he has had a good time in Europe, sometimes one can see the stress he is under on his face.



Thursday, 4th June

Babara and Ben had breakfast in the apartment, we had arranged they take as much time as they want. They certainly made use of the apartment and did not contact me until late morning. Today we were sightseeing in Stockholm. I think Ben tried to just enjoy himself and treat it like any other tourist. We had dinner in my apartment, and I showed them Ben's accommodation. The atmosphere changed a bit after that, we all were more aware of the purpose of the visit. They left soon afterwards.



Friday, 5th June

After breakfast we moved Ben's suitcase to the apartment and booked Barbara into her hotel. The apartment was booked out, so it was an early start. We then went to the house, which they both admired. Again, when it came to show them Ben's accommodation, he went a bit quiet. We went on a boat trip to the archipelago, and the mood lifted again. In the evening Ben wanted some time by himself, so we dropped him at the apartment. He is mainly on a liquid diet consisting of protein shakes, or has his meals liquidised, due to his surgery, so going out for meals for almost 2 weeks has given him some problems. It gave me and Barbara a chance to discuss the transition in private. Maybe that was the plan. When I got home Ben was asleep on his cot in the cell.



Saturday, 6th June

It is National day today.

I woke up to noise in the kitchen. Ben was up and preparing breakfast. When I came in he dropped to his knees and offered to take care of my erection. I gladly let him service me, I knew from previous encounters he is very skilled. He even offered to take my morning piss, but I am not into that. He asked me what I usually had for breakfast, and while I was in the bathroom he found everything. While I ate he made my bed and cleaned the bathroom! I guess it is good to get a routine started, I was going to wait until after Barbara had left, but this is actually better. Barbara phoned and said she managed to book some treatments in the hotel spa and would meet us later in the afternoon. When I came back to the kitchen Ben was already cleaning up. I took the opportunity to talk to Ben and tell him what I expected: his daily duties, the language lessons I have planned and his general behaviour towards me. I told him about myself, my family, that I used to be a slave and how I became a Master. He just listened and indicated that he was willing. He looked so cute, I took him to bed. I told him to relax and be a lover instead of slave, we need to build up a trust. He was hesitant at first, but soon got into it. I even let him fuck me, I wanted us to get to know each other, and I had not been fucked in ages. Ben has no balls, his testicles never dropped, and by the time a doctor noticed it, it was too late to deal with it with surgery, which makes for an interesting experience. I enjoyed having his penis in my mouth to get him erect, without the balls in the background. After about 2 hours of sex, we were both happily tired and cuddled. I brought up his old Master and Ben tensed. He did not want to talk about him, and I indicated he should not keep his feelings locked up and I was always prepared to listen.

We took a shower together, the slave washed me and dried me afterwards, before towelling himself. I helped him get his chastity belt on, it is a very long time since I did something like that. I got stiff again. We had some lunch (the slave had a shake), and then I introduced him to Per and Lasse, the gay couple who are caretakers for the house. Per is the top, and after Lasse's begging, I had helped turn Lasse into a mute 2 years previously. They have been together for 32 years. They are both retired and will be able to help Ben settling in.

We met Barbara at the hotel, she was glowing. She wanted to do some shopping. Amongst other we went to a fetish shop. Of course I have gear, and Ben's stuff will be sent over eventually, but we bought a few things anyway, as we had planned to go the club that evening. We dropped Barbara at the hotel, and the slave and I went home. I told him to have rest and wear in the clothes we bought him. I prepared myself some dinner. I made him his shake and took it to his cell. He looked quite at home. The slave told me he has never been to a club, only to conventions. They lived in a small town area of Canada. He offered to polish my leathers, but now we only had a limited time left, so we decided it was a good job for him to keep busy when I go back to work next week. We went to the club in a taxi, picking up Barbara on the way. She looked splendid in her gear she had bought earlier. At the club I introduced them as friends visiting, I did not want to broadcast that Ben would be my slave.

I think Barbara really enjoyed herself, being away from her husband and slave, and just being a woman and lover, not a Mistress. We got home quite late, everyone had a good time.



Sunday, 7th June

The boy was up early, despite getting to bed after midnight. By the time I got up he had made breakfast, tidied up the flat, had breakfast himself, cleaned himself and dressed. Again, while I ate, he made the bed and cleaned the bathroom. Barbara's flight was in the afternoon. She was to come over to the flat so they could say their goodbyes. I left them alone for a while. The slave did not come to the airport, I put him, gagged, into the cage, his limbs secured to the bars. This position would become uncomfortable after some time, put not strenuous. This means he had to concentrate on his breathing and his pain. Per was to keep an eye on him.

Barbara did not want a long goodbye at the airport, so I was actually home earlier than expected. I checked with Per when I came home, he said he could see the slave crying on the monitor, so he went to check on him, but the slave was physically aright and he left him in his position.

When I came home I checked on the boy and it was obvious he had been crying. I checked if he could last longer and he nodded yes. I thought it was best to keep him in bondage, it gave him release. I gave him something to drink, gave him a chance to piss and left him alone.

I made some soup for dinner and released the boy. I made sure he stretched out. I insisted we have dinner together. I laid out the plan for the next 2 days, and then sent him to bed.



Monday, 8th June

I am quite used already to have breakfast prepared, and waking up to the noises from the kitchen makes me feel safe. This morning I went to the bathroom and then called the slave into my bedroom to suck me off. I told him to take his time and he got me quite excited. I am a lucky man!

My slave will be dressed every day. I do not think keeping him naked makes him more submissive, it is demeaning. Anyway, in this climate it just costs me too much heating. He usually wears his chastity belt and the collar, he only talks when addressed or when he needs to ask me a question about his chores, shopping etc.

Today we are sorting out some legal stuff, he will have access to a bank account to pay for groceries and have a bit of pocket money. We registered him with a doctor and dentist. I showed him where the shops are, and we went to meet his language tutor. He will go to her house for his lessons 3 times a week. I go to a gym in this neighbourhood, as hospital staff we get a discount there, and I would like the slave to exercise. As my partner he will receive the same discount. We had a meeting with a personal trainer, and signed the slave up to some pilates and yoga classes, although his stoma limits him with certain exercises. He has done yoga in Canada, and they used to do some weight and resistance training at home. He will be able to continue this at the gym. In between all these appointments we had a snack at my favourite cafe. I introduced Ben as a friend who is staying with me for a while. Everyone speaks well enough English so he won't be lost, but I told everyone that he will be learning Swedish and I would like them to practise with him.

By now we were both getting tired and we went back to the flat. I told Ben to pack a few things for overnight and we would stay at the house tonight. I usually take public transport, I do not own a car, public transport is great. Other wise I use taxis or sometimes I hire a car. This gives me the chance to try different cars and have a better model than I would buy.

I keep enough clothes at both abodes and of course toiletries etc. I even sometimes by 2 copies of a cd or dvd, so I have one for each home. Eventually I guess we will make sure Ben has enough clothes at each house.

When we got to the house I reckoned it was time I acted like a Master again, so I ordered the boy to put his things away, make sure he was clean and present himself to me in the playroom, I do not like to call it dungeon. I saw a glint in his eye as he went off, and knowing he was looking forward to some playtime gave me a boost. I decided to go a bit hard on him, so he would not get the wrong impression of me as a “soft” Master. In Canada Ben and slave no1 were starring in their own movies, his old Master used to produce them They had their own website with pay per view. It was income for the family, but Ben actually gets a share of the profit and there is an account in his name in Canada. Should he ever decide to lead a life as civilian there will be some money for him. Anyway, through these movies I know what he is used to doing.

I had gotten changed into my favourite leather trousers, a harness, some wristbands and boots. I am not that muscular, but I think in this outfit I am quite a sight. The boy got onto his knees outside the playroom and shuffled in, his head bent. I liked that, but thought to myself, we better get him some knee pads. When he reached me he started to bend down even further, his hands on his back. I expected him to kiss or lick my boots, but he did not. He just waited for instructions. He really is a well trained slave, just to my liking. I put a high collar on him and a gag. I considered a blindfold, but I wanted him to see me, we are still getting to know each other. If I am taking speech, then communication through the eyes becomes more important. I put some hanging wrist cuffs on him, pulled him up and chained him to the whipping frame. Next I put some ankle cuffs on with a spreader bar, pushing his feet as wide apart as possible. Then I hooked his hands up just a bit higher, so he was stretched. Just for effect I put some chains on his collar and hooked them to frame. I started caressing and touching him, playing a bit with his nipples, tickling him under the arms, stroking him on his inner thigh. I considered changing his chastity belt to something more confining, but as all my gear is designed for men with balls, nothing could improve on his discomfort. I changed his dildo and his butt plug for a bigger size, which earned me some satisfied groans. I should explain that the boy has a vagina. The medical term is hermaphrodite. He loved being rubbed on his perineum and Robert, his Master, thought he could feel some labia. Barbara did some investigations and they involved a sex change surgeon to uncover the vagina. His testes are inside his body, somewhere between his bladder and perineum. At the same time they removed the redundant ball sacks. Ben is very aware of his special medical needs and is very meticulous about it. Me being a doctor is one reason why I was first choice as his new Master.

I slapped the slave on his buttocks a few times, he has nice, rounded gluts which fit nicely into my hands. Of course he is shaven all over, and what I like, he is free of tattoos. He has a chip inside his left upper arm, which allows him to be GPS tracked, with some personal details. Barbara has already informed the company who holds the information to change the Master's details and his address. Eventually he will need to have the chip replaced.

I sometimes like to objectify my slaves, so put another band around each upper arm and tied them to the frame, also his upper thighs and just below his knees. Finally I took a head harness which I connect to the frame above his head, preventing him from lowering his head. I know that Robert used to like to immobilise him for periods of time, often have the slave stand in his office locked into a device for hours while Robert worked. I was told that the boy was sometimes reduced to tears by this treatment, it can get rather painful, muscles going into spasm, building up lactose, the body shuts down, less oxygen pumps around the body, sometimes blood draining from the limb if it is held above the heart. It is often actually the release which is more painful, when the circulation kicks in again. As a doctor I have access to oxygen, so I will use that for long term bondage. A high dose of oxygen can also give the slave a natural high. The boy was now very securely tied to to the frame and hardly able to move. Again I started by touching the boy, caressing his nipples, which have a bar piercing, stroking his encased, swollen cock and pressing onto the dildo in is vagina and his butt plug. I loved his excited moans, he strained to try to move his body to be near to me, to indicate where he wanted to be touched. Finally I could feel some precum on my fingers. I whispered into the boys ear what a good slave he was and I was going to show him a good time. His heart was beating fast and he was covered in a slight film of sweat. I knew he had not had a good session for 3 weeks and was gagging for it! I left the room. I have cameras in the playrooms and could see the disappointment on his face and his body going limp, as far as it could. I switched the light off. Before I had left I had put some earphones in and switched it to white noise. I knew from experiencing it myself, the boy had lost all sense of time. Even after nearly 10 years, he would get so lost in a scene, that his sense of time went out of the window. My Master had taught me some tricks how a slave can be made to loose all sense of time. I re- entered the room after 15 minutes. I switched the lights on again, the brightness got the boy out of a slumber. I have infra-red cameras, and had noticed his muscles relax into the restraints. Now he was tense, waiting what would happen next. I removed his earplugs, to get him to relax I used a popper. It is not a device I use very often, but I wanted to prove my authority to him. I chose my favourite flogger, it is quite soft and does not leave any marks, but has a great impact. I started softly, letting it caress his body. He took in several deep breaths and shivers ran through him. It was a pleasure to see him enjoy the attention. He was yearning for it, it motivated me even more. My penis was straining in my pouch. My plan was to give him a thorough flogging before strapping him to the chair and fuck his vagina. So after a small break to give us both a chance to calm down, I stood back and started to pull the flogger across his back, switching between soft and harder strokes. He stood to attention, but he was also relaxed, taking deep breaths and savouring the feeling of the leather. After 30 minutes I ended the session. I removed his butt plug and played with his hole with my finger. Then I removed the dildo, it was wet. Finally I removed the chastity tube and played with his penis. The boy was moaning and tried to lean into me, I stood closer to him and rubbed my dick into his back. The boy's penis grew hard. I took the chains of his collar, took the head harness off, then the armbands, and finally released first the right, then the left arm, lowering them slowly, massaging them as I did so. I took some hooks and fastened his wrists to his collar. Then I bent him forwards slightly, holding him by his collar. This puts very slight pressure on his throat and constricts his breathing. He was expecting I would fuck him in this position, but I wanted him to enjoy it as well. So I pulled him back up by putting my hand on his abdomen. I held him briefly, inhaling his scent. I then undid his ankle restraints, then the other restraint on first one leg, then the other. Again I stroked his leg and slightly massaged it, lifting it, bending his knee and rotating the ankle. He stood still and let me handle him. With his hands still locked to his collar, I guided him backwards, just before we reached the chair, I slipped around him, moving my hand from his neck to his chest. I could feel his heart beating, slightly faster than normal. Good, this meant he was anxious, or even aroused, but not frightened. I looked him into the eyes, and his high collar meant he could not avert his eyes unless he closed them, which he knew was forbidden. His eyes said he trusted me and he was submitting himself to whatever I had planned next. I put my arms around him so I could help him lift himself onto the chair. He leaned back and I helped him lift his legs onto the supports. I use a lot of straps, as I said, I like my slave tightly wrapped. Next I released his arms and bound them to the arm rests. The positions for the armrests are very flexible, and I took care to find a position which was comfortable for him. I took his collar off and removed the gag. I instructed him to relax his jaw and move his neck before I fixed them to the special headrest I had made. The headrest is similar to ones on a massage bench, the head fits quite snugly into a hole, and a metal loop, padded thickly with foam, gets fitted across the neck. This prevents the slave from moving his head down. I can put a mask across his face, or just put another strap across the forehead to reinforce the bondage.

I pulled a strap across his chest, making sure he could still take a deep breath. Usually I would put a strap across the abdomen, put with Ben this carries a risk of injuring him. Again I stroked his limbs, it is a method for me to make sure he is relaxed and gives me a chance to adjust his position.

Ben's eyes were full of excitement and I felt very elated that this wonderful boy let me be his Master. I wanted to kiss him, but this was not the time to show my lust like this.

I wanted him to enjoy the next moments. I knew he can experience vaginal orgasm, but often a penile orgasm happens first and then there is no chance of a vaginal one. I lubed up my fingers and started to explore his anus. I massaged his prostate and the boy moaned enthusiastically. All the time his penis was hard, but not even semi erect, which suited me fine for my purpose. I moved my fingers from his anus to his vagina. He was very wet and I could feel his muscles tightening. I had never been with a woman, so could not compare it, but I knew he was ready and we would have success.

I found his g spot and massaged it. The boy was buckling in his restraints, his pelvis moving closer, lifting it from the chair. I had to hold back not to have an orgasm from just watching him. Slowly I inserted my penis into his vagina. I wanted to savour that feeling. He was tight, despite having had a big dildo in there earlier. Slowly I started to move, my strong erection meant I was rubbing against his nerves delicately. I looked at him and he was pleading me with his eyes to give him permission to cum. I suddenly realised he had stopped moving his pelvis, for a split second that made me to loose concentration and my erection. I nodded to him “yes” and he started to move with me. His penis was erect on his stomach, but all his energy was within. He moved his head up as far as the ring around his neck allowed, this would restrict his breath and heighten his arousal. It was his bodies natural reaction, but not part of my plan, so I ordered him to look at me, which meant he had to lower his chin. I steadied myself by holding onto his legs and locked onto his eyes. There was just him and me and the smell of sex.

Then I could feel it, like a very tiny bolt of electricity. The boy's orgasm. I could feel my penis being pulled into him by his vaginal muscles, stroking my penis, I was being fucked! It felt amazing! I stopped moving my hips and just let the boy's body take over. His lower abdomen was twitching, his legs were twitching in rhythm. He was still looking at me, but not consciously. His body was in ecstasy. Finally he calmed down and I started moving my hips again and rubbing my penis against his skin. Shortly afterwards I exploded, this time it was my turn to have this total body experience.

For a few breaths we were just looking at each other, with a glowing grin. I released the straps on his legs, taking care not to slip out of his vagina. He understood and wrapped his legs around me. My cock was still semi hard and I moved my hips a little, just to savour the feeling. I released his arms and removed the neck brace. Finally my cock had gone flat and I withdrew. I released the strap from his chest and pulled Ben towards me. We had a long hug and then kissed passionately and hungrily. We were both blissfully exhausted. I told him to stay seated and went to fetch us a drink. Ben was spent. He drank slowly, as otherwise he would take in too much air and have terrible wind.

I helped him off the chair and guided him to the bedroom. I had prepared a cage for him with some blankets. I handed him a t shirt and some pyjama bottoms to put on, and then locked his hands into some mitts. I put a muzzle on him, so he could still breathe easily and even talk if he needed to. He crawled into the cage and made himself comfortable. I left a monitor by his side and went to clean the equipment. I had a light snack, showered and went to bed. The slave was fast asleep in his cage; although I could not see his mouth, I knew he had a grin on his face. I went to bed, happily thinking: I have made him my slave!



Tuesday, 9th June

The boy and I slept late. During the night I was woken twice by the boy moving in his cage, early in the morning he reached for the piss bottle I had left inside the cage, put as his hands were locked in the mitts, he struggled a bit. I was tempted to get up and help him, but was too tired. He managed to push it through the bars outside without spilling anything. I let him out of the cage, which had been left unlocked anyway, removed his mitts and took the boy into the shower with me. His hands soaping me was delicious and I got an erection, which the boy of course took care of. I asked the boy if he was sore anywhere, and he said he was fine. I told him to do his yoga exercises in the living room and I would prepare breakfast. It is an open plan layout, so I was able to watch him. Wow, he is flexible. To deal with long term bondage, it is important that he keeps up his yoga.

I made pancakes for breakfast, the boy ate 2. I had also made him a fruit smoothie with extra vitamins and supplements. Then we went into the local High Street so the boy got to know this neighbourhood as well. I needed to get him a mobile phone and the salesman tried very hard to sell me a handset with all modern functions. I had quite a job to convince him that I wanted the simplest version available. I took the boy to have his hair cut, although it is already very short, it reinforced to him that I am the Master and I determine his look. We bought some food in a local delicatessen and stocked up on protein shake powder. That is a new expense I have to get used to.

In the afternoon we sun bathed in the garden. It is surrounded by quite high hedges, not that being nude in your own garden is a problem in Sweden. We smothered each other in sun lotion, and that made me horny again and I fucked him slowly. To fuck him is such a pleasure, one does not have the usual concerns and he just loves it. He still had is belt on, which does not bother me. I'd like him to get a nice sun tan line outlining the belt. I would like to get him a custom made belt of my design, to make his transition to my ownership. I encouraged him to chat and ask me questions. I told him more about my life and he asked me lots of questions about life in Sweden.

In the evening we returned to the flat as I had to work the next day. He made a simple dinner of salad, graved lax and bread for me, he had a shake. Then I put him into a hogtie, with a head harness fastened and a gag. I watched some television, and American show. In Sweden foreign shows do not get dubbed, they are subtitled. That is one reason why almost everyone speaks such good English. From time to time I would rub my feet on his glorious buttocks or back, which he seemed to like. He was in that position for 2 hours and easily got up to his feet when it was time for bed.



Tuesday, 7th July

Tomorrow it is 4 weeks that the slave arrived in Sweden. It has been very eventful, and boring at the same time. We have established a routine, as far as that is possible with me working shifts. He has settled ok. He gets on very well with his language tutor and is making good progress. His mind is quite analytical and he can memorise facts and figures well. His father was an accountant and his brothers are a lawyer and accountant, so it must run in the family. He is very disciplined and always does his language homework, he listens to the radio to surround himself with the language. He tries to speak to people in the shops in Swedish, but most answer in English, and he finds it impolite not to continue the conversation in English. After 3 sessions he gave up Pilates, with my consent. Pilates focuses on the abdominal muscles, and he was unable to join in properly, so did not enjoy it. He likes his yoga class and has increased his attendance there. The club offers hot yoga, and he was disappointed to learn due to his stoma he cannot partake in that. He gets on well at the gym and has had no problems, they have got used to his belt and he hardly every gets funny looks or comments in the changing room any more.

He knows the neighbourhoods well, if I am off in the evening we like to go for a walk and maybe for a drink. I use those occasions to increase his vocabulary. We have been to the club twice, but in the summer I prefer to be outside. Stockholm lives outside on a nice summer evening, so sometimes we meet up with friends of mine. I mostly arrange to meet them later in the evening, so the issue why he does not eat does not come up. He is usually introduced as boyfriend. That he is reserved and does not speak much they put down to not knowing the language. I have encouraged him to try to make his own friends, and he has been for a coffee with, usually women, from his yoga class after a session. Of course they want to know about his life and why he came to Sweden. We both worked on a story we can tell people, which is not too far from the truth.

On my days off we have enjoyed time at home. I like gardening as a break from hospital work and we spent a lot of time at the house. If we have a few hours together I usually put him into some form of bondage. His flexibility and compliance his so rewarding for a Master.

He seems to have settled and be happy, but sometimes I can see on his face that he is thinking about the people he has left behind. It was agreed to cut off contact. It was his choice. Barbara anxiously phones me every week at work to check up on him, she misses him very much, they all do. Robert's illness is progressing much quicker than expected and it is very hard for them.

Robert has motor neurone disease, it runs in his family. When Ben was sent away, he could still walk, now he needs crutches and hardly leaves the house.



Wednesday, 8th July

It is my day off today, we are at the house. It is raining so we have been in the playroom all morning. Ben had a language lesson and then we went to the gym together. It is the first time we had been to the gym together and it made me proud to see the admiring looks he got from women and men. His personal trainer is very happy with him and the boy is settled in his routine. Exercising has never been his forte, but he knows it is important for his health and to look good and be fit for his Master.



Thursday, 9th July

While I write this the boy is lying tied up under my desk. He is simply tied with some rope, gagged, blindfolded and white noise plugged in. The expression on his face says he is content

Yesterday evening the sun came out and it was lovely warm. We decided to go out for dinner, a local pub on the lake shore does a mean pizza. Sadly the boy cannot have much, he has difficulties digesting cheese. He is happy when he sees me enjoying food, specially if he has cooked a new dish. When Barbara looked into reversing his stoma, they realised the US doctor had botched the operation and it would not be possible. Anyway, he had gotten used to it and discovered anal sex. Usually anal sex is not recommended with a stoma, but the botched surgery actually made it possible! And this means he is always clean at the back.

We were walking back along the shore and decided to stop in a sunny spot, hidden behind some shrubs. I was very horny and we were ”making out”. During a break to catch our breath the boy said if he could talk to me about something. I told him he was to speak freely. He said he had made up his mind and wanted to have permission to stay and become my slave. I was soo happy. I asked him if he was absolutely sure, and he replied he was, and than he disappointed me by saying he had nowhere to go anyway. I got very angry and slapped him. He was surprised but immediately

profusely apologised, he had realised why I was upset. I ordered him to jog home and wait for me at the front door. The front door is visible from the street, and all passers by would see him kneeling there, head down, hands on the back. I deliberately took my time. When I got home I walked straight past him, leaving him to close the door and crawl after me. He instinctively knew he was not to get off the floor. I was still angry, and could not think of a way to punish him. I told him to get undressed and get into his cell. I followed and threw his cot, mattress and blankets out. I was not going to physically punish him, I was not sure if I would have been able to stop myself. The boy had tears running down his face, he did not dare look at me directly. I ordered him to do the praying mantis position and left him.

This morning I was awoken early by the sun shining into my face. I had forgotten to pull the blinds last night. It had taken me a long time to calm down, I even cried a little myself. I did not know how to feel, what to think. How can a man be so happy one second and then be so disappointed? I went to check on the slave, he was in a foetus position in a corner of his cell. For a minute I wanted to send him back to Canada. I had a shower and sat on the patio for a while. When I came in I heard the slave using his toilet. I made him a shake and brought it to him, leaving the glass just inside of his cell. He had returned into his yoga position. I told him to drink his shake. I had breakfast myself, and then went back to the cell. I took a chair and sat outside, told him to sit up and look at me. We sat for a while just looking at each other, sometimes he wanted to avert his eyes, and I just made a noise like “ts” and he looked back at me. Silence can be worse than any physical punishment. Finally I told him to clean himself up, get dressed and meet me in my office. There I put him into his current bondage. I told him I was going to write to Barbara and Robert. After I finished I read it out to him: Dear Barbara and Robert, I would like to confirm that the slave, also known as Benjamin Thomas Farrier, will permanently reside with me, Owe Magnus Jonasson, in Stockholm, from today, Thursday, 9th July ….

Please arrange for the formalities in Canada to be completed and send his remaining possessions.

I looked down at my slave and he had tears in his eyes, I hope out of happiness. I gave him a long kiss and then fitted the gag, blindfold and ear plugs. I enjoy resting my feet on him.


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