Friday, 10th July
So it is official. The slave will
stay with me. I left him tied up until it was time to go back to the
flat, only removing his gag from time to time to give him some drink.
I had a night shift followed by a day shift, so the slave was left
alone at the flat all night and day. He had a double language lesson,
which I managed to arrange yesterday, as he was indisposed on
Thursday. I instructed him to make a cake. He has never baked here
before, I have no idea if he can bake. I have arranged to meet him at
the gym after my shift. I skyped Barbara from the hospital, she was
very happy with the news. I also spoke to Robert, this was the first
time I had seen him since his diagnosis. I was shocked by what I saw.
This was a man, although not physically impressive, who could walk
into a bar brawl and just by his calm presence made everyone stop and
return to their beers. I did not tell them about the slaves
disobedience to me, it would have disappointed them. This was an
issue between him and me. I told them how the slave had asked for my
permission to be my slave, and that made Robert very happy, he had
trained him well. We talked about the divorce procedure, how to get
the slave registered to me as his Master, and the logistics of
shipping his stuff. This had all been discussed before, but now it
was for real.
Sunday, 12th July
The boy excelled with the cake, as
I said before, he applies himself 100% to a new task. After the gym
we went home to have a shower, but before then the boy gave me
pleasure. It seems he wanted to make it up to me.
In the evening we went to the club,
it was Master and slave night. I do not know any Master/slave that I
am friends with, except Per and Lasse, but they are not a couple we
could hang out with. It was nice to introduce Ben as my slave. On
these evenings often slaves get a chance to talk to other slaves in
private, but on this occasion I kept Ben close to me, I know he is
not very confident talking to strangers. We did not stay very long,
but as owner of the club I feel obliged to turn up. A lot of couples
travel from the country for these evenings and stay all weekend. The
apartment is let at a discount for these weekends.
Saturday I had a day off and we
used a friends holiday house in the archipelago.
This morning was hectic as I
suddenly remembered I have the builders booked in at the house next
week. They are installing solar panels. The slave will stay at the
house, I have long shifts as a colleague is on holiday, but I do not
mind travelling 40 minutes instead of 10 minutes walk, as I have the
slave to prepare my meals and help me relax. So we packed some stuff,
any perishable food, and locked up the flat. I think the slave
prefers the house as well, at least in the summer it is nicer than
the flat.
Saturday, 18th July
We had notice that the divorce in
Canada is through! The paperwork was completed before the slave left,
they just needed to fill in the dates. The families solicitor had
proxy right to sign any paperwork on the slaves behalf, and the
rather conservative district judge had no problem granting a divorce.
The slave has to sign a document himself and get it witnessed by a
notary, but that is just a formality. This means we can apply for a
marriage license here. The slave had mixed feelings about the news,
despite the marriage only being a formality, it makes the finality of
his decision to move to Sweden even more real.
We had a difficult time with the
builders, one of them made life for the slave very hard. He kept
talking badly about him to his colleagues in Swedish. The slave did
not understand all the words, but he grasped the tone. The colleagues
were not happy either, they kept telling him to shut up. The
electrician, not my boy. On the Thursday, the slave came back from
his language lesson and yoga, they had discovered the playroom. We
had used it the evening before and the slave had forgotten to lock it
after he cleaned it in the morning, before rushing off, as of course
he has a longer journey as well. The electrician was alone at the
house, his colleague had gone to get a part. The guy suddenly spoke
very good English and made advances to the slave. He had been taught
self defence, but he was so shocked, he forgot all about it. Luckily
the colleague arrived, along with Per and Lasse, who we had invited
for drinks. Per is a slight man, but he is a sadist, and can be very
scary. Luckily the colleague managed to drag the offender off before
Per could do too much damage. I was stuck in surgery and really not
happy when I came home 3 hours later than planned and found my boy
still shaking. Per and Lasse stayed the night, as I had to go to work
early on Friday, so they could supervise the builders. Only the nice
guy turned up, along with the manager. The manager assured us the
offending person had been dismissed. They finished the work quickly
and Per and Lasse wanted to take my boy to the sauna, which he is not
allowed. He opted to go the gym instead, and then went back to the
flat, where I picked him up and we travelled to the house together.
After dinner we spent some time in the playroom, and extended it to
the living room as well, where the attack happened. I wanted to
implant some positive memories in him. I was really too tired for a
long session, but I knew I had to impose my influence as soon as
possible.
Tuesday, 21st July
Finally a day off and we spent it
dealing with bureaucracy. I thought the process would be easier.
To be honest, I should have looked
into it before we started this whole procedure, but then getting the
slave a new home was a matter of urgency. The boy's legal status is
quite complicated as he has still US citizenship, but had a permanent
right to stay in Canada due his marriage. He has to apply for
residency here in Sweden, but apparently he has to do that at the
Swedish embassy in his country of last residence, in person. We can
get married anyway, but the Swedish tax authority needs to do some
investigations into his and my finances. I have to prove that I can
support him financially, which is no problem. Luckily Robert and
Barbara had set up a company, through which they paid slave no1 and
Ben a salary, health insurance and a pension, but the salary went
back to them. This way there are financial records for the authority
to look into. Ben still receives royalties from his movies into that
account.
At the tax office we were baffled
how complicated it is. We were advised to get an immigration lawyer
to help us. I just do not understand why he needs to apply for
residency at the embassy in Canada, in person. I do not want to be
racist, but we are obviously not trying to do some immigration scam,
like people from a poorer country might do. This system has clearly
been designed to put them off. We were still able to apply for a
marriage certificate, which should take about 4 weeks to come
through, and then we have 4 months to get the marriage officiated.
Friday, 31st July
A colleague had to cancel her
holiday due to illness in the family, so we have swapped date.
Usually
my colleagues with children take
time off during school holidays, and I take it in term time. We will
spend 2 weeks with my aunt at her farm in Dalarna. Per and Lasse will
look after the properties.
We have consulted an immigration
lawyer, who advised us to get married and sort everything else later.
Apparently once we are married the residency is a formality. Ben can
stay in Sweden for up to 12 months before he needs residency, as I
support him. When we first talked about me taking the boy, I thought
the marriage would mean signing some forms at a government office,
now I would like to make it a bit more special.
Saturday, 1st August
We went to pick up the hire car and
we thought it might be better to get the boy as additional driver.
More bureaucracy! His driving license is Canadian, and they need the
passport, which is US. So we forgot about that, I am stuck doing all
the driving. I had a shift today, I asked the boy to pack. I told him
to pack some gear of his choice. It will be interesting to see what
he picked. I limited it to 9 items. My aunt knows all about our
lifestyle, I consulted here when I was first told about the boy's
situation, and she is eager to meet him. I cannot believe it is just
over 8 weeks that he came here, we have established a good
relationship, and I do not want to miss him. I think he still gets
homesick sometimes, usually I take him to the playroom when I notice
he is getting down.
Well, I better get some sleep, we
have a long drive ahead of us.
Monday, 3rd August
The drive to Dalarna was long, but
easy. The boy enjoyed seeing the country side. He has lived in small
towns, so living in Stockholm has been a bit of a culture shock to
him. I sent him to order food or to pay for petrol so he can practise
his Swedish. In the country people do not automatically switch to
English. He was very shy to meet my aunt, she had put on a feast for
us, forgetting that the boy does not eat much. If he eats properly,
than usually breakfast or lunch, that makes it easier to time when he
needs the bathroom.
We are staying in a cottage that
she usually lets out to holiday makers, but as she had some health
issues earlier in the year, she did not want the hassle and cancelled
all bookings. There is a small old storage room, which is half a
cellar, accessed from the kitchen. We put a mattress in there and the
slave should be quite comfortable. Luckily he packed the mixer, so we
can prepare his shakes. With the equipment, the tubs of powder and
his medical stuff, he had more luggage than me! My aunt runs a dairy
farm, together with her son, my cousin, and his wife. She is the
younger sister of my father. She was friends with my mother and that
is how my parents met. My mother died in a car accident when I was 8
years old. I lived with my aunt for a year, as my father did not
cope, and then my father and I moved to London, he had taken a job
there. I used to come here every year for the summer holidays. My
cousin is like a brother to me. He has 2 small children, Kerstin is 5
and Olav is 3. Ben can certainly get lots of language practise in.
Sunday, 9th August
We have had sunshine and heat for
the first week. The kids and Ben are delightful. They understand each
other without talking much. Of course they asked questions, about his
collar, his stoma and the belt. Explaining the belt was tricky. We
were all sitting in the sunshine after coffee and cake, and we had
been swimming earlier. We did not even think about removing the belt,
he is so used to it, it is totally natural to him. It was a spur of
the moment decision to go swimming, we did not even take towels, we
all swam naked and dried off in the sun. So, later Kerstin asked what
that funny metal thing was on Ben's “boys bits”. Everyone looked
expectantly at me, and Ben of course had not understood the question.
He enquired what she had asked, and my aunt translated. Ben just
laughed and said to me: Well, explain? I could NOT think of an
answer. Before we arrived they had been told that we were a couple,
like mummy and daddy. They accepted that, at that age kids have no
prejudice. They had also been told not to disturb us in the house,
but always knock and wait for us to answer the door, they are used to
have access all areas. Eventually Ben said: tell her in my country
it is symbol of my love for you, like a wedding ring. I
translated it for Kerstin and she was happy with that answer.
Thursday, 13th August
Tomorrow we are driving home. It
has been raining the last 2 days and the forecast is for more rain.
We had a message that a crate from
Canada has arrived at the house today. That was quick! It got shipped
in a container, we were lucky to get a space so quickly. The boy is
looking forward to unpacking. We managed to get some private time,
out in the forest, in the barn. One can do a lot with rope. Yesterday
I had him tied to some ancient farm machinery, which meant he had to
twist his limbs a bit. I kept changing his position, after 6 hours my
hunger made us stop. The kids were away all day, there was no chance
to be discovered by them.
Friday, 14th August
The slave is happily asleep in his
cage. He requested to sleep in it tonight. The crate is calling him
from the garage, but he is not allowed to open it until he has
unpacked, washed and ironed our clothes, straightened the houses etc.
It will be at least four days before he is allowed near it. I know
one item he is specially looking for is his custom made sleep sack. I
am going to remove it and give it to him in a few weeks.
He is a good companion when
driving. Robert used to be a long distance truck driver, and the
first year the slave lived with him he accompanied Robert. He would
be “hired out” to other drivers, that is how he developed his
skills in giving blow jobs.
Sunday, 16th August
Back to work tomorrow. We went food
shopping Friday evening on our return, to have the weekend free to
use the playroom. Then the slave was not well on Saturday. He had
diarrhoea and was feverish. He had a stomach upset, as he could not
even keep liquids down. I had to give him an IV, he was so weak.
Sunday he felt better, and in the afternoon he insisted we had some
time in the playroom.
Wednesday, 19th August
The slave was allowed to open the
crate last evening. He methodically sorted it, it is mainly clothes,
a few photos and memorabilia, which he has permission to display on
his shelves, and some custom made bondage gear. He was very
disappointed when he could not find the sleep sack, actually he got
quite upset and thought they had forgotten to pack it. I had to
intervene and bring him to reason. The next few days he will be busy
cleaning everything, polishing the leather and integrating the items
in our playrooms, deciding what he keeps where. He is so lucky to
have 2 playrooms! And I am looking forward to trying the new gear!
Unfortunately I have some night shifts coming up, so there won't be
much time for play.
Sunday, 23rd August
We have been staying at the flat,
the slave has resumed his routine of lessons and gym. I have been on
nights, usually I manage to get some sleep at the hospital, but we
have a heatwave again and that means everyone goes crazy. How did I
manage without the slave? He prepares me some delicious, nutritious
meals and organises the household, he can read my mind what I need in
normal life, running me a bath when I just thought about having one,
for example. But when he submits, he lets go and totally trusts me to
take control of his body, and to some extent his mind.
Sometimes I find the future
daunting, like the other day when we had that incident at the house.
I have taken responsibility for him, he lives in a strange country,
all his adult life things have been decided for him. Of course he is
not dumb, he knows his own mind and has opinions about politics etc.
But like he said, if it does not work between us, where will he go?
His health issues as well, although he is very clued up about it and
probably knows better than me how to look after himself, it is an
additional responsibility for me. He is cooking a late lunch/early
dinner at the moment as I have my last night shift tonight. He will
spend the evening, maybe all night, with Per and Lasse. He has felt a
bit lonely this week, being himself in the evening and in the
mornings I catch up on sleep. Per has permission to use him, within
boundaries, which include No sex. At the moment we are exclusive. He
is still anxious about the separation from his family in Canada, and
psychologically fragile. He knows I am in weekly contact with his
old Mistress, but decided he does not want to hear about them.
Monday, 24th August
Talking about the xtra
responsibility!
The slave was cleaning the Dungeon
apartment today when he hit his head, not being familiar with the
space, on some equipment. He hit it close to the left eye, and it
swelled up quickly. He knew he needed some help, and luckily bumped
into Per and Lasse on the stairs. Per used to be a nurse, so he took
one look and decided a trip to A&E was required. They phoned me
from the hospital, as there was a problem with the insurance. I was
annoyed that they did not fetch me immediately, but also thankful for
letting me sleep a bit longer. They had a bit of hassle at the
hospital as they needed to do a CT scan and wanted the slave to
remove his “necklace”. It took Per and Ben some time to convince
them it was not removable and does not prevent him from having a CT.
Luckily the swelling was on the outside, the pressure on the eyeball
was fine and there was only minor bleeding. He had a headache and
felt a bit dizzy.
He is now in his cell, resting.
I just had a message the marriage certificate is approved, we can go
to the tax office and pick it up. We have to fetch it personally, as
we need to sign for it.
Tuesday, 25th August
The boy feels much better today,
the swelling has gone down and it is bruised, and the eye bloodshot.
He can see ok. He was quite unwell yesterday, he is not a good
patient. He actually likes to be physically active, and he is almost
a different person when he is in bondage. I think that is, among
other things, what I like about him.
He decided to go his language
lesson. I made him promise me to phone me if he feels ill. Yoga is
out of the question this week, he is allowed to do some simple
exercises at home, under my supervision. I went to the gym, I needed
to release. We met afterwards and went to pick up the certificate. I
think the clerk thought I had hit the boy, with his big shiner. He
was a bit hesitant to hand us the paper. We had lunch (they boy did
not have much appetite, he was getting a headache), then we went to
the house by taxi. The boy asked for permission to rest in his cell.
It is quiet in there and dark.
Wednesday, 26th August
I am so used to the slaves company
by now, I missed him yesterday. I had to remind him several times to
drink, and in the evening he drank his shake. He felt slightly better
in the evening and we had a bath together. That tired him out again.
I had got the sleepsack ready, I thought he deserved it. I
blindfolded him and steered him into the playroom, where it was ready
on the bench. He was so happy to see it, he gave me a long hug. He
did not dare to ask if he could use it right away. I said: Well,
get in then. I took my time to strap him in, we both savoured it.
He slept in it. I quite easily wake
up to certain noises, and had he gotten into difficulties, I can be
there quickly. This morning I knew he would be desperate to empty his
bladder, so I sorted that with a bottle and then gave him a real slow
handjob, after adding a gag and a hood. I had a lot of fun, but I
also envied him. Afterwards we both needed a shower. We went out for
breakfast. The boy savours his food, it is almost erotic to watch him
eat. His illness allows him to eat normal, but he experienced some
problems, and after some trial and error they found a system that
suited him. Of course, there is an element of control in this system.
We spent the rest of the day at the
house, me gardening, the slave polished his sleepsack. Sadly I do not
fit into it, as I am slightly taller and more muscular. We are going
back to the flat tonight, as I am working tomorrow morning.
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