A session in the playroom

Sunday1^st November

I am very tired, but have to release this before I can sleep.

Last night I relented and put the boy in his sleep sack. This morning he gave me one of his exquisite blow jobs.

As I have another week off, we decided to move to the house. We had to stock up on some food. He did get a bit tired after all the walking, and rested again in his cell while the IV went through. Then he wanted to record his message for Robert. He went outside onto the patio, it was getting dusk and it was quite cold, he said that would help him to get his act together. He had deleted yesterdays recording as he was not focused, he wanted to say so much.

When he handed me the camera back he asked if I could send it straight away. There was something different about him, he looked calm and content. The sadness in his eyes is gone.

We had a leisurely afternoon, he did some yoga. He wants to get back to the gym, I think he should take it a bit easy for another week. We now make sure he gets 5 meals a day, he usually has breakfast, a smoothie or shake mid-morning, a proper lunch, a snack in the afternoon, which could be something liquidised, and in the evening he usually has a shake with some bites of my dinner.

This afternoon he came into the living room after sorting himself out and kneeled at my feet, putting his head on the floor. I ignored him. I know what he wanted, he wanted to go to the playroom. I was reading the paper and continued to do so. Sometimes I would rub my feet on his back, or push against his butt plug. He seemed to enjoy that. There was an article about American high school sports and how much importance it is awarded by society, and how much pressure pupils are under. I am aware his brothers were the all American high school stars and I asked him if he was a fan of sports. He answered it was THE topic in his house, so he has some knowledge, but no interest. He was into natural sciences as a kid.

Finally I said to him, if you want to go to the playroom, you have to ask for it. He very nicely begged to be used, in Swedish. His language skills are very good, we converse a lot in Swedish now. But Master/slave stuff we discuss in English. It is our thing, our indicator that changes our attitude towards each other. I am sometimes a bit lazy and slip into a normal couple behaviour mode, but then his actions remind me of my station and I am more authoritative.

I had actually prepared the playroom earlier and planned an extensive 2 part session. First I started by having him stand in front of me, back towards me, hands behind his back. I used a strap armbinder to secure his arms. I put a gag in. I put him into a pillory, secured his ankles against a stand that supported his pelvis. Then I connected a chain to his armbinder at his wrists and pulled his arms up, slowly higher and higher. He was struggling but went with it. He looked relaxed. I played with his nipples, his hole and his vagina. Of course I was concerned how he would cope, but this was so much fun! I left him alone for a while to enjoy the bondage. I slowly released him, stopping at intervals to allow his body to adjust. I undid the armstraps first, then released his head and finally his legs. I told him to stretch properly, the evening was not over. His eyes were sparkling, he was very happy. He patiently waited on his knees while I got the next equipment ready. We have a custom made cage, which is height adjustable, and I can change the position for the neck hole trough the bars. Still wearing his belt, I asked him to kneel inside the cage, with his head outside. I put a simple leather collar on, and changed his gag to one with a tube. I put a smaller cage like device on to his head, which secures to the cage. Screws against his skull mean he cannot move his head.

Similar screws hold his neck and throat, secured to the collar by some d-rings. I put his hands into mitts, with a bar between his hands. I secured this wrists against the bars with some of my special screws, but not rigidly. On top of the cage is a little bell, attached to the bar between his hands. If he lowers them, the bell will ring. I had his hands in a position he could hold for several hours. I adjusted the height of the cage, so he was not sitting on his legs, but slightly had to lift his thighs. The contraption on his head means, if I adjust the height of the cage, he has to lift himself off his knees. I secured his ankles loosely to the bars with some restraints and chains, more for effect than to restrain him. We had never used this cage before, and it was a pleasure to see his expression when I demonstrated the mechanism. I attached a bottle of water, he just had to suck on his tube. I told him he would be punished for every time the bell rang, but if he got into distress, to ring it.

I had invited some friends for drinks, they arrived shortly after I had put him into the cage. This couple live in our neighbourhood, they are both doctors at the same hospital. They had asked if they could bring their dog, which was fine with me. I had the baby monitor on, so could hear if he rang the bell. They asked were Ben is and I told them he was resting. It gave me quite a hard on, knowing Ben was locked up, and here I was making conversation in the living room.

We were having a good chat, I had checked on Ben, he was fine. Suddenly we heard the bell ring furiously, and we all suddenly realised the dog was not with us. I had made sure all doors are closed, but must have left the door to the playroom ajar after I had checked on Ben, as the dog was in with him and ringing the bell. My friends followed me to find their dog and made their excuses quickly, dragging the dog with them, when they saw Ben. Ben indicated to me he was fine and I should go and talk to my friends. They were standing in the hall not quite sure what to do with themselves.

I told them if they were uncomfortable with what they have just seen and wanted to leave, I could understand, but I valued their friendship and would like to be able to explain and answer any questions they had, so we sat back down in the living room. I started by assuring them Ben was ok, even after his surgery, he was fit and had begged me to be put into bondage. They did ask me some questions and I explained everything, my past, Ben's long experience as slave and how we are 24/7 Master/slave, and not just for sex. It got quite late, and I finally had to end it as I had to release Ben.

He did not say anything, but I know by this time he was struggling and relieved to be freed. He was very tired and asked to go to bed. He enquired how my friends took it, and he thought that they stayed for so long after the discovery was a good sign. He wanted to know how I felt when they came into the playroom. I must admit my first feeling was shame at being discovered, but then I thought about what Ben had said, I needed to be more sure of myself in public. If I want to be a proper 24/7Master, I have to be able to tell my friends. It would be so nice to have more people who know about us, so we do not have to play our little charades, which I now know, Ben mostly did for my benefit.

I really hope we will see this couple again.