Life goes on

Tuesday, 10^th November

Back to the treadmill. I have had 2 very long days. We are back at the flat tonight, Per took care of the radiator in the cell, we had to call an engineer in. Our usual one was not available, but we needed it fixed, so we used someone new. Per suggested to set up a list with BDSM friendly professionals, maybe from our club website. I will discuss that with Martin, it is a very good idea. He had a bad experience with this man. Why do people think we are an easy target, just because we live a certain lifestyle? Gay men do not all shag each other all the time, and BDSM is not about violence, it is much more.

Monday morning I left the slave at the house, he had lots of chores to do, especially as he moved us back to the flat today. I called him several times Monday morning and there was no answer, even not on his mobile. When I finally got hold of him, I nearly shouted at him, I was relieved, but also angry.

Apparently he had been cleaning the floors and his Ipod in, with a Swedish language lesson. He does the wooden floors, which is basically the whole house, on all fours. He straps these mops on his knees and has some mitts, and then works his way backwards through the room. It gets a superb result, but takes ages. I had to speak to him as I had to do a double shift, a colleague's daughter had a fall at school and needed stitches. I did not want him to be by himself all day, so he suggested he 'd invite Sabine round. He texted me later to say she would be with him about 3pm, until then he had plenty to do. I was tempted to phone Sabine and give her “instructions”, but I think she has the boy sussed, she can keep his behaviour in control and is aware of his dietary needs. I got home at about 22.20. The boy was in bed. Sabine had brought some food from the Centre, and, although it was not very spicy, something must have disagreed with the boy. She was very sorry to be the cause, she had chosen the dish carefully. I told her not to worry, we will get his diet back under control. I asked how he had been, and she said he was ok. but he seemed a bit unsettled, which got better after she had been there a while. I admitted I had noticed that and it is why I had urged the boy to invite her.

I called her a taxi and paid for it. I checked on the boy, he was fast asleep.

Work today was fine, I actually quite enjoyed it, it took my mind off. Per helped the boy move stuff back to the house, he does need more clothes so he does not have to move them all the time. I usually spend more time at the flat in winter, this year might be different, as we have more gear at the house.

The slave had his lesson with Ingrid and they worked on his essay, which he presented to me tonight.

He did very well. He did not suffer any digestion problems after yesterdays upset.

Sunday night we cuddled on the sofa, I was playing with his nipples while I read. I like the rings much better. He is banned from reading apart from homework for a week, after Saturday night. I guess that means I have to keep him busy. So at the moment he is on the living room floor, in front of me, in a straitjacket, muzzled and a slight buzzing coming out of his vagina.

Wednesday, 11^th November

It feels strange, it has only been a week since Roberts death, but he is not such a presence in our life any more. I sent the slave to the house to stack those logs today. He is quite tired tonight, no bondage tonight, just a bit of TV. I have set him a challenge for tomorrow, to organise wedding invitations at a printing shop.

I am doing a long shift tomorrow, I am on Lates, but will start earlier as my colleague is picking up a few hours Friday night. We want to go to the Master/slave night.

Sunday, 15^th November

I finally have a day off!

The boy has kept himself busy, Thursday he ordered the invitations as instructed, Ingrid came along,

but apparently he managed well by himself. In the afternoon and early evening he spent some time with Per and Lasse, we have not seen much of them lately. Lasse has a virus, he needs to rest and let it take it's course. Friday morning we went to the gym together and had lunch in town, before I went to work. The boy had a check up at the hospital Friday afternoon. He mentioned he had a few food upsets, and they reckon it will settle down.

We went to the M/s night, which I - for the first time- absolutely enjoyed. The slave did me proud, I sent him off to have a chat to some other slaves, and he did very well. I feel like a Master these days, but then the slave makes it easy for me. Sometimes he tires me out, this week has been more vanilla, as I just have not got the energy, with working all week.

Saturday we slept a bit later, but I wanted to go to the gym and sauna. The slave went shopping, there is a good market in Sodermalm on Saturdays, and he cooked a nice lunch. In the afternoon the boy went clothes shopping with Ingrid. They haven't found anything for the wedding, mainly bought

some basics. She texted me, even she was getting fed up with him. Some people just do not care about their clothes, do they, but I do like to show him off, he is a good looking boy!

He spent the evening at home, I allowed him his books back. When I came home he greeted me in his collar. I have gone off that collar, considering what happened when he wore it last. I told him about it and he was disappointed, did it mean he should not wear it? I said to give it a break. I was tired and went to bed, leaving him frustrated.

Today we have invited Per and Lasse for lunch, the boy is cooking a roast, English style.

Dinner with Stine and Torben

Friday, 6^th November

Today was another quiet day really. Today I joined the slave under the shower, I played with his cock and the new ring. His shoulders still felt very tight, he has an appointment with a masseur that works at the Bhuddist centre, Sabine arranged it yesterday. Ingrid has confirmed her lesson, so it is back into Sodermalm today. We met at the Bhuddist centre and had lunch there together. We told Ingrid and Sabine of Roberts death, and that we wanted to mark it somehow. Sabine suggested a service at the centre. It is not religious, and is becoming quite popular. We liked the idea and it is booked for tomorrow afternoon. While Ben had his massage, I picked up the framed photo. I am going to give it to him tomorrow. Ingrid had invited us for coffee and cake, and we had an enjoyable afternoon, we told Ben stories about the old days.

In the morning I had a meeting at work, I am back on Monday, with my usual shifts. They cannot give me an answer yet if I can reduce my hours, and we agreed that I carry on as normal until the new year and we review it. I popped into my office to catch up with my mail, and spoke to a colleague how fed up I am getting. I have used all my holiday entitlement, but have 2 days leave for the wedding. He was surprised to hear that I am getting married, as Ben has only been here for 5 months. I responded we know that we want to stay together and we need to get married for his visa anyway.

Tonight I am going to put the slave into his sleep sack and “torment” him with electricity. He still has not got his energy back, he lost so much weight while in hospital, he is a bit too thin for my taste. His trainer at the gym suggested to increase his protein shakes, make sure he eats carbohydrates and fat, and he can revise his exercises to build up some muscle again.

Saturday, 7^th November

After breakfast we did some shopping and then had some lunch (home made soup, mmh) at the house. Ben is such a good cook, he and slave no1 did all the cooking in Canada.

I gave Ben the photo, he was overjoyed. We took it with us to the ceremony. The ceremony was interesting, it was just us, Sabine and the celebrant. We were given the opportunity to say some words. Ben briefly expressed his thanks to the universe to bring him and Robert together and wishing him much happiness in his next life. He looked at me all the time, I felt the bond between us growing stronger. There was some chanting and wafting of smoke. I thought it was very appropriate to celebrate such an unusual man in this manner.

We are having some down time before we go down the road for dinner. The slave is resting in the cage, here in the office. He had some pasta when we came home, I told Stine and Torben he will not be having a full dinner, and we are taking some powder for his shake with us. We would like to get back into a routine with his meals, when he gets himself sorted, he can go back to flushing and does not need the bags.

Sunday, 8^th November

Well, well, I think I mentioned before, sometimes the boy can talk and talk.

The evening started great, the meal was lovely, the slave had his usual tasting of the dishes with his shake. When he arrived he played with Django, their dog. They were rolling around on the floor together. The family had dogs, and he misses them terribly. Apparently slave no1 and him were supposed to get their own puppy, and then Robert was diagnosed and everything changed. The boy said to the dog: yes, we both have a collar, but I am a slave, not a puppy. Later Torben asked if that meant anything. So we explained that a submissive boy is often called a puppy, or even dresses and acts like a dog for Play sessions, or when going to clubs. A slave is a lifestyle, of course he is submissive, but it goes much deeper. They asked the boy how he got into it. He was very happy to tell them, as I knew he would be. They were very interested and asked him loads of questions about his life. A lot of the information was new to me as well, but I thought he talked a bit too much. When he went to the bathroom I followed him and told him I was not happy with his behaviour, he was showing off. When he came back, he apologised for talking so much. Stine and Torben assured him they were interested to get to know him. I started to say our goodbyes, when Ben indicated to me to invite them to the wedding, which I did, and they were pleased to accept. They had to make sure they could make the date, though.

I sent the slave to bed, and sat up a while longer, thinking about his behaviour, planning his punishment. We had bought him a nice short woollen coat, and I took that and put some holes in the pockets, ready for my plan the next day. That was to be a nice surprise for him.

This morning he was up early, cleaned up and prepared breakfast. He came into my room and waited for me to wake up. Sometimes I like him to suck me off while still lying in bed, if time allows. Sometimes I like to be undisturbed, and he has a knack of knowing when he is allowed to wait for me in my room. I swear, the boy is psychic. With Robert he had a telepathic connection, one could almost see the energy between them.

I asked him if he had had a shower yet, and he replied: no, Master. I asked for the reason, he replied: If I shower with you, we save water, electricity and I can serve you. That was exactly what I had wanted to hear. So I took him into the shower, he soaped me off and then towelled me. I gave him time to towel himself, and made him kneel and face fucked him. I told him I was going to stuff his loud mouth today.

He made us breakfast with scrambled eggs and smoked salmon, he also had his usual small bowl of porridge. I asked him what his plan was for today, he replied he had some chores to do like clean the bathroom and kitchen, make my bed etc. He wanted to clean the floor, there was washing to do and then ironing. I told him I did not want my last day off disturbed with lots of housework, so do what needs doing, and the rest he can do Monday or during the week. Before he started I put a gag on him. I went outside to chop some wood. After about 90 minutes he brought me a coffee, and he had a glass for himself of his shake. I had not noticed the time, I unbuckled the gag so he could drink his shake. He offered to stack the logs, but I like to leave them for a few days. I sent him inside to do some yoga, after of course I had fastened the gag again.

We had some soup again, which I had requested, with some sandwiches. It was a quiet lunch.

After lunch I told the slave to dress for a walk. Luckily it was a nice sunny day. I arranged his scarf so no one would notice his gag. I put restraints around his wrists and ordered him to put his hands inside his coat pockets, which I had prepared the evening before. Then I threaded a small chain from one hand to the other, under his coat, through some holes which I had put into the lining. He had a glint in his eye, he liked it! We went for a nice walk, side by side. On the way home we stopped by a kiosk to get a hot drink. We chose a table, I released his gag and told him to stretch, while I got the drinks. I put his drink in front of him, he did not pick it up. I had actually forgotten that he was chained up! I released his left hand, as he is right handed, he had to concentrate on holding his drink. I clipped the chain to the button hole on the pocket, which meant his right hand was still secured. Of course he could have unclipped the chain, but I knew he would not do that. He might have answered back recently, but he would never intentionally disobey me. When we had finished, I ordered him to use to the opportunity to take a piss. As he was wearing his belt, he had to go into a stall and drop his trousers. Getting them up with one hand is difficult, I ended up helping him. A man came into the loos and nearly walked out again when he saw me, almost in an embrace with another man with his trousers down. I told the man, my friend had only the use of one hand and he nodded knowingly.

I washed our hands and adjusted the slave's gag again. Outside we bumped into Stine, Torben and Django. The dog wanted attention from Ben, but as his hands were tied, he could not fuss him.

They greeted us and I quickly explained that Ben was having a quiet day today, and pulled down the scarf to show them. They assured me that they had enjoyed the evening, but of course it was my prerogative to deal with Ben how I liked.

When we got home I ordered Ben to have another snack. But first I put a collar onto him, and secured his wrists to the collar by 2 ropes. He had to bend forward to reach the work surface. He had to brush his teeth and I put the gag back on, quite loosely so he could fit a straw into his mouth and could drink without my help.

I gave him an article to read in the paper, it was the leading article and it had a commentary and another related article in the business section. I told him to get his dictionary and look up any words. Then I wanted him to write an essay about the articles, and present it to me later. All in Swedish. I knew it would be difficult, but that he would apply himself.

I phoned Ingrid and told her what had happened and about the boys homework. She thought I demanded too much, but liked the concept. We agreed it would be something that she would continue with him, and she requested he brought his work to the lesson on Tuesday. I asked Ingrid to take him shopping some day, she has an impeccable taste in clothes. She was very happy to do that. She has only a small income, and she is very good at finding bargains and designer second hand clothes. I offered to pay for her time and she could buy herself a nice outfit for the wedding if she wanted. She was offended that I thought she needed a new outfit, but I knew she would gladly accept a bit extra tuition money.

After about 2 hours I noticed the boy was struggling with his essay. I told him he can do it with Ingrid. He was glad to be able to finish. He was ordered to tidy everything away and start dinner. I released his hands as he needed to clean himself. It is impossible to change a stoma bag for another person without causing them pain, and it is extremely fiddly.

He was cooking one of my favourites, Pytt-i-panna, which is onion, small pieces of smoked sausage and sliced potatoes, fried, with a fried egg, served with sliced pickled beetroot. I was pretending to read, but enjoyed watching him struggle with his restraints, which of course I had put back on after the bathroom break. When it was time to do the frying, I released his hands, as otherwise he had to lean over the pan and I was afraid he would get hot grease into his face.

Dinner was delicious. The boy had a little, it is a bit too greasy for him. I asked him what he thought of today. He considered his answer. He had enjoyed his day thoroughly. He thought I had come up with some novel scenarios. He loved the coat, and would like to do that more often. He also liked the collar/wrist restraints, and I suggested I already had some ideas for some variations.

He had had time to think about the previous evening and decided he had talked too much and would keep himself in check.

We then talked more about normal stuff, I am going back to work tomorrow and we talked about the plans for the upcoming week.

After dinner I wanted to keep a bit to my schedule and asked the boy if he could do me a summary of the articles he had read. He admitted he would have to read them again, and familiarise himself with the vocabulary, but he had enjoyed the exercise and would like something like that more often. I told him I have spoken to Ingrid and we could all work on it together.