A good session

Wednesday, 6^th January

Last night the boy sat down on the floor after he had cleaned up after dinner and went into his praying mantis position. That means he wants to be bound. We had not played in.,. 10 days!

We were just busy with other things. He has a physical need to be bound, he managed it very well to last for so long. Unless he had a session with Per I do not know about. But he would have told me. I told him he was allowed to put the collar on he got for his birthday, and he happily got it, and kneeled down again. I ordered him to sit on his prayer stool, and then we watched some stupid quiz show. It is quite good exercise for him, to understand the questions, and sometimes he even knows the answers. We went to bed early as I had planned to come to the house.

So, we have just come back. I did turn the heating up last night, I am so glad I have already replaced the system there.

We took some food with us and I prepared the boy with a leather collar and restraints around his thighs and his wrist cuffs for the journey. We both had to grin, it was exciting to know how he was “dressed” under his clothes and with anticipation. The house was nice and warm and I told him to strip immediately. The living room has a convenient pillar, which has some rings, I easily attached him to them by his collar, his hands behind him and the thighs. He still had quite a bit movement, that was the effect I wanted. I changed into my leathers. I went about my business, checked the garden, made a drink, fed him a smoothie (we usually put some protein powder in to build him up, he still has to gain some weight).

I prepared the play room and deliberately made some noise. I had not gagged the boy or even muzzled him, but he kept quiet. When I came back into the living room, he had a strained expression on his face. His erection was straining in his device. I checked with him, was he ok for a couple hours play, or should he use the bathroom or put a bag on? He reckoned he had it under control, he would be able to let me know.

I undid his restraints but hooked them up again. He had his hands behind his back and his thighs were clipped together, he could only take small steps. I put a leash on his collar and led him to the playroom. I had put together a device which we had never used before. He was trembling with excitement when he saw it. He had to step onto small platforms, I had to undo his thighs, he needed full movement of his legs. I secured his waist first with a metal belt. A rod along he spine has another metal belt at the chest, for the throat, and around the head. A t-bar has some metal restraints to secure the upper arms and 2 on the lower arms. The restraint at the wrist has a bar which connects to the middle finger, so the hand is stretched open, but he can still move the other fingers. Or one can attach the index or ring finger. The slave has to stand with his legs slightly apart, secured with more metal restraints at the thigh, just under the knee and ankle. He is rigid. For a normal male there would be a metal bar pressing onto his perineum. For Ben I could imagine putting a fuck machine into position. For this session I had upholstered the bar and put some rubber over it, making it a little cushion. I started at the top and worked my way down. I always like to take my time and stroke and tickle him gently. He still had his device on and it was the last thing I did, I removed it. His penis sprung up. I always like to leave him for a while once I have strapped him in. He can adjust himself, as far as that is possible, so he can withstand it for a long time, and it heightens his expectations. His facial expression was already of utter enjoyment. He looked relaxed. So I left and made some noise in the kitchen. When I came back I had a yoghurt with me. I stuck my finger in it and fed it to him, sometimes with 2 or 3 fingers, sometimes just one. He made a good job of sucking my fingers clean.

I played with him a little, stroking him, tickling, twisting his nipples, running my tongue over him, kissing, everything you can imagine. I was very horny, and I had to stop several times to stop him from cumming. Time is funny when we are playing, sometimes it is fast, sometimes it slows down. Well, I had to consider his stoma, so finally I removed the cushion and pleasured him with my fingers until he came, which did not take very long. I gave him my fingers to lick clean, and then loosened his restraints. I asked if he could hold on a bit longer, he nodded yes. I ordered him on his knees and he gave me a nice blow job. I had not come for days, so he had quite a load to swallow.

It is always such a come down after a scene, a feeling of emptiness. The slave had to take care of his absolutions, that took 45 minutes. I waited for him, sitting on the chair, stroking my penis and playing with myself. We then had a shower together. We were both hungry and had something to eat. We were pleasantly tired. We went back to the flat. The slave has to go to the house tomorrow to clean. I have my meeting with Martin.

Thursday, 7^th January

Yesterday evening I thought it would be nice to go away, we have not been anywhere together since we went to my aunts in Dalarna, and now that he is free to travel, we could make it a honeymoon. I looked for my passport and found the box with the piercing ring I was going to give him for the wedding. How did I forget that? Now I am not so sure if I would like another ring. I will think about it. But it was always nice when he fucked me, when he still had his old piercing in. I have only given him a blow job 3 times since he has arrived, and only once when he still had the piercing in. I do not know why I did not take it out earlier, I guess it was just part of him.

I had a good, long meeting with Martin. We discussed locations, we basically do not want to move too far away from our present location, as people are used to it, unless we find something special. We had a look on the internet, it seems most places are only available on a lease. We talked about his proposals and we are going to implement some in our current location. We decided we want to get the input of current members and staff, but in the end we need to attract more people and make more money.

We have picked some estate agents and will go and register with them next week, and generally put the word out that we are looking for new premises, ideally an existing bar or restaurant.

Martin saw the drawing that Ben did the other day. He told me it is a symbol of a powerful male person in tattoo language, a man will have it done when he gets married, with personal variations. Maori history is a hobby of his.

It made me think, it would be nice if I got this design tattooed, the slave has his collar and piercing(s) that connect him to me, but I only have the wedding ring. I sat down and made some copies of it and drew several designs, personalising it. When the slave came home from cleaning the house later that afternoon, I showed him my designs and told him my idea. He was all for it and together we picked a design. We have not decided where on my body to have it, I think we will get the professionals' advice for that.

I told the boy about my idea to go away. He thinks us going away is a nice idea, he has only been in Stockholm. He has not even seen much of the surrounding country side.