Only a fraction of this diary entry
will go onto the blog, I will describe our session here, but it was
too special to share with the readers.
Ben slept in the cage Friday night,
he had been instructed that he was all clean, shaven and generally
his appearance was of a good slave. Which he is anyway, but from time
to time it is good to reinforce it. Saturday morning I put him into
our adjustable cage, with his head sticking out on top in the middle.
I had the cage in the living room. At first he sat on his ass, knees
up to his chest, arms by the side, no restraints on his arms or legs.
For his first meal of the day he sucked me off. Then I made some
porridge and fed it to him. I moved the bars up, so he had to get
himself up and move onto his knees. I put a cushion into the cage for
him to kneel on, I lowered the cage so he sat on his hunches. His
arms were still free, I gave him a drink, he had to take it through a
straw. He was in there for nearly 3 hours. I had a shower and cleaned
my self out. I released the slave and ordered him to follow me to the
playroom, of course he was not allowed to walk, he used the cushion
to shuffle along on his knees. In the playroom I put a posture collar
on him, and ordered him to help me put my harness on, still on his
knees. My harness has a ring for my cock and balls to go through,
that was his job. Then I ordered him to help me put my boots on. I
sat on a chair, quite at the edge, with my legs stretched out. He
made a nice slow job of putting the boots on, just how I like it,
ending up with his face in my crotch. It was time for some rimming
and my second blowjob, which he duly took.
After that I put him into the
frame, with his arms down. I made him a shake and gave it to him.
I fitted him with a catheter. I
managed surprisingly well. I stuffed him with a very large buttplug,
I know he can take it, but it is to his utmost limit, so I asked for
assurance several times if he was comfortable and could last with it
for a few hours. He had been plug free since Friday, so it was a nice
sensation for him. Then I had something to eat myself, leaving him to
contemplate his fate.
I had invited Master Sven and
Stefan for the afternoon. He did not know anything about it, but he
made no comment (non verbally). We had a drink, something slightly
alcoholic to loosen us up. We fed the slave some of an energy drink.
Then Sven wanted some help getting his suit on, so he released Ben,
who was quite happy to help, despite him not being a fan of rubber. I
basically let Sven take over now, of course we had discussed a
scenario before he came. Sven's suit had a hole for his penis and
balls, and a hole at the back, shaping his behind nicely. He is a
personal trainer and of course in very good shape. The guys he likes
to play with are young and fit, he looks much younger than 47. Ben
played with Sven's genitals for a while after the suit was on, but we
had agreed no sex between Sven and my slave, so Sven pulled out.
Sven ordered him to sit onto the
bench. He took the posture collar off, next he used a hood, I had
never used a hood with him before although it was one of ours. I like
to see his face, I like to see his enjoyment, or I can see when he is
ready to stop. It had a removable blindfold and gag, they were left
on. The gag was fixed first, it had a hole so one can insert a straw
and to aid breathing. The hood laced, Sven made it look easy, lacing
it up once, then going back to tighten it. We made sure he could
still communicate his safe word, not that he has EVER used it before.
Sven fixed a muzzle over the hood, again it had a whole in the mouth
piece through which one can push a tube or straw. Then he secured him
to the table, again going round for a second time, tightening the
straps. Ben's head was secured to the table by d-rings attached to
the muzzle. He tested his restraints, he was nicely bound. His pulse
was racing, so we let him settle down and get into the zone. I spoke
to him, explaining what was going to happen. He knew he was safe and
started to relax.
Next Sven put me into the solid
frame. It is like an upright stocks. He had planned to use the milk
maid device, he told me later, but I got rid of that when we came
back from Canada. I use the upright stocks with Ben frequently we
have a set at the flat as well. There are thick pieces of wood, one
can adjust the height, one for the ankles, usually one for above or
under the knees, one around the waist, one around the neck. One can
either have the hands on neck height, or secured to the wooden bar at
waist height. If you feel very adventurous, there can be one on chest
height. One stands against the wood, which is shaped to fit, and then
another wooden bar is secured at the front.
It only fits relatively thin
people, Master never played with anyone else than quite slim boys.
Sven used the hands down position, it was better for my injured hand.
Then he gagged me. He put pads near my nipples and attached them to
an e-unit, which was connected to his laptop. He frequently went to
the slave to explain to him what was going on and to play with him.
Sven wore thin latex gloves, proper gloves, not like doctors use,
they are quite an experience. The rubber suit makes a squelching
sound, which is quite erotic.
Stefan was sitting on the chair, he
had a chastity device on, and was enjoying the sensation of his cock
straining against it.
Sven had put a cock ring around the
boys penis, and proceeded to put one around my cock base, and another
one near the head, both connected to the e-stim device. Oh God, it
felt so good. He informed the slave that it was a 45minute programme,
no matter when I came. I could watch him playing with the boy,
sometimes he would look at me and get my approval. He put his fingers
into the boys vagina, the big plug made him very sensitive, and
played with his straining penis. He managed to bring the boy to
orgasm (vaginal and penile), he was so tightly strapped in, it was
very intense, with the catheter in as well, his spunk had to squeeze
past the tube. With the e-stim and visual stimulation it did not take
me long to come, but the programme was not finished yet. Sven made
sure the boy was breathing ok and happily coming down. I had screamed
into my gag, when I came, luckily the room is soundproofed. Stefan
had come despite his device.
Sven let the program finish, and
let me come down, then Stefan and he released me. The boy was very
still, I think he had dozed off. Sven took his muzzle off, but left
the hood on. Stefan and Sven went off to have a shower, Stefan
upstairs, Master Sven had the privilege of my new bathroom. I gave
Ben some more of the energy drink, and removed the gag. He requested
to have the belts on his thighs loosened, I released them, it was not
easy with one hand. I also helped him get the plug out. Otherwise he
was fine and wanted to stay a little longer. Sven came to find me in
Ben's room, where I had gone to have a shower. He helped me get the
plastic cover off my hand, which I needed to have a shower. It is
easy to put on by myself, but getting it off is slightly difficult.
He complimented me on a nice shower facility. I thanked him for a
great scene, he offered to release the boy, which I gladly accepted.
When I joined them, the boy was already sitting up and Sven was just
undoing the laces of the hood. Sven warned Ben to close his eyes, it
can be a rush to have a hood taken off. I stood in front of him and
held him. He leaned into me, he was gently stroking me. His hair was
all damp and plastered to his head, I tousled it. Stefan came in with
2 glasses of wine, one red, one white, and asked what everyone
preferred. Ben asked to have a sip of red, he took the glass and
drank half of it. I told him off, his excuse was he did not realise
how thirsty he was. We had given him plenty to drink. Sven had
already released his catheter and removed it. It must have taken me
longer than I thought to dry myself and get dressed, that him and Ben
were already done.
Stefan wanted to know what we
fancied for dinner, we had decided to have food delivered. Sven and I
did not mind, Ben said he was not hungry. I escorted him to his room,
he was too tired to have a shower, so just had a wash. I helped him
get his PJ's on, he wanted to go to bed in the cage in my room. I
took his bedding in, while he said good night to the guys. I could
hear some laughter, he explained how Sven had commented he just
needed a teddy and a picture book, then he was like a little boy
going to bed, and I would read him a good night story. Ben had
retaliated, maybe he should call the police and report how he had
been abused by a paedophile. It did not really make sense, but was
funny. I made the boy a shake and some hot chocolate, to bring up his
energy, and took it to him. He was in the cage, he had moved a
bedside lamp so he could read. He asked if it was ok, of course it
was. He was grateful for the drink, he had his shake immediately. If
it stands, it all settles and turns into gooh. The glass was slim
enough to be passed through the bars. He looked tired but happy, and
very snug. To be honest, a teddy would have fitted the picture
perfectly. He asked for me to leave the doors open, then he could
hear us, it comforted him. Like when he was child and was recovering
from his Meningitis, he used to be in the den and could hear the rest
of the family talk.
I joined Stefan and Sven in the
living room, the food had just arrived and they had found everything
to lay the table. Sven commented how nice the house is, and the
kitchen, must have cost us a bomb.
Stefan was admiring the rug, and I
warned him not to spill any red wine on it, Ben would literally kill
him. That made me think, does he know how to shoot? Robert surely
knew and would have taught him that, too?
Sven and Stefan asked me about life
with Ben, surely it cannot be easy, Ben was sometimes so childish,
and sometimes a “normal” adult. I agreed that Ben could be
innocent like a child, but that was also his charm. Of course it
could be infuriating, like the time he jumped into the lake. I had
learned to live with it and had learned to “manage” him. I told
them how he was a different person in Canada, but I loved Sweden Ben.
It was good to have seen him in his old environment, but that part
was over. It was good to be able to talk about our experiences in
Boston and Canada, I told them a lot. Both do not read the blog, they
find it too weird. Especially how Ruth had questioned Barbara and me,
but we wanted to know how he was as a young boy. It will always be a
mystery; one important person who could have offered clues is dead,
his father.
Sven came to collect his suit,
which he had rinsed and hung up to dry in my bathroom. Ben was fast
asleep, he had left his rinsed cup of cocoa in the bathroom. Sven
commented how sweet he looked and if he could have a photo. I agreed
as long as he kept it private. Sven mentioned, how funny it is, we do
not have a problem with seeing a grown man asleep in a cage. I
agreed. Maybe the other 99.8 per cent of the population are weird by
not sleeping in a cage.
Stefan had made a copy of the
camera footage from the playroom, he was going to edit nearly 10
hours down for us. He would have lots of fun with it, even if the
angle means one cannot see much.
I tidied our plates and glasses
into the dishwasher and went to bed. It was just after 10pm.
Sunday I was woken as I
accidentally hit the boy in the face, he had come into my bed. Of
course he was wide awake, it was 7am! Well, he had gone to bed, if
not to sleep, at 7pm. We talked a little about Saturday, then he got
up to sort out the playroom. I went back to sleep. Finally I woke up
just before 9am. I got dressed and went into the kitchen, where I
just managed to rescue some croissants from burning in the oven. The
boy was on the pier!! I called him several times, he did not react. I
had to get my shoes and coat on and fetch him. I called him from the
shore, I thought if I go right up to him I might scare him so much
that he falls off the pier. This time he heard me. At least he was
properly dressed and had a hat and scarf on. When we came in I
mentioned how I had just managed to take the baked goods out of the
oven in time. I made him stand in front of the still warm oven to
warm up, while I laid the table and made coffee. He said to me: it is
things like this that make life with me so difficult, isn't it? I
was shocked, what had he overheard last night? I asked him what made
him say that, he answered, nothing in particular, he had just
realised how foolish his actions had been. I assured him I was not
angry, but asked for an explanation why he had been outside. He
mentioned he enjoyed the peace, the birds singing and the sun coming
up. In the flat one could always hear traffic noise and other things
(despite our triple glazing and being 4 floors up). I thought it was
a good moment to bring up our living situation, he said he was quite
at home at the flat since we moved back there a few weeks earlier,
but he did not enjoy the backwards and forwards of last winter and
the months before. I said if you had to choose; he chose the house,
but immediately deferred to me, it was up to me, he was happy
wherever I chose to live. I told him I had been thinking about
letting the flat out long term. He was happy for me to do it, it
makes sense.
I complimented him on providing
croissants, he said he had found them in the freezer, he had
remembered he had cinnamon buns in there, and found them instead.
We decided to go back to the flat
after we had tidied up. He thanked me for cleaning the plates and
glasses away last night, I replied: You've trained me well!
He went into the bedroom to make my
bed, I was in the bathroom, when he suddenly fainted. Well, fainting
is always sudden, really. He came round immediately, I made him lie
down on the floor with his legs up on the bed. His pulse was fine, I
got my blood pressure cuff, his bp was very low. We decided it was as
he had not eaten yesterday, and after a few minutes I let him get up
slowly. I finished locking up and he felt fine to drive home.
At home I disturbed Per on holiday
in Tenerife to ask if he had a spare blood sugar testing kit in his
flat, could I borrow it. I explained how Ben fainted and I just
wanted to make sure. The blood Dr Svennson took after his tonsillitis
was all fine. Per said it was fine, so I let myself in with the spare
key. Ben willingly let me check his blood sugars, which were a little
below what it is normal, his bp was still a little low as well.
Ben suggested some pasta for lunch,
he was defrosting some Bolognaise sauce. And stewed apple and lactose
free ice cream for dessert, would that be good for his blood sugar? I
said it was perfect.
Sven phoned wile Ben was cooking
lunch to enquire how we were after our intense session. I told him
about Ben fainting, but he was fine, we were about to eat. Sven had
said something about me and Arne the evening before, but did not want
to go into it then. I asked him to meet me for a drink in the
evening. We arranged to meet at a gay bar in Sodermalm, convenient
for him on the train, I could walk. I was about to hang up when Ben
indicated he wanted to speak to him. Ben thanked him for a brilliant
time Saturday.
We had a quiet lunch and then both
sat down to read the paper. Ben nodded off, he was trying to fight
it. I had a look at the listings for flats, to see how much something
in our neighbourhood costs these days. It is scary! I made some
coffee, the boy had fallen asleep. He woke up with a startle, and
gratefully drank the coffee. He asked me if he was allowed to go out
onto the balcony. I said yes, as long as he put a coat on and did not
stand too close to the balustrade. He chuckled, he said: There you
are, a fit, quite muscular, leather Master, afraid of heights. Well,
we cannot choose our little quirks. He came back in and I suggested
we go for a walk. Sadly we could not make use of the coat cuffs, as I
could not do them up, and it is not the same effect if he puts
himself into restraints.
We walked around a bit, and went to
our local cafe. There was a map of the world on the wall, with
stickers on it. We enquired what it was, one of their long serving
staff had gone travelling and it showed her route. Gosh, we have been
away!
When we came back to the flat, the
boy wanted some paper, he did some drawing, but threw them away. He
asked if I wanted to have dinner, or was I eating when I am meeting
Sven? I confirmed dinner would be nice, we had only arranged drinks.
He was fine now, and I had no
qualms leaving him alone in the evening.
In the bar I treated myself to a
beer. It was a quiet evening, mostly older guys. Sven seemed to be a
familiar face here. We talked a bit about his love life and, of
course, Ben and me, and then I brought up Arne. Sven is ten years
older than me, and he was with an older guy when I got with Arne, who
was best friends with my Master. Henrik told him stuff about Arne. He
told me that Arne had a son.
His mother was a dancer, and Arne
wanted to “rescue” her, but the woman could not/ wanted not to
get away from her pimp. The pimp brought the son up as his own, but
Arne kept in touch, and when the pimp disappeared, he got the mother
and boy into a nice flat, and finally sent the boy to the same
boarding school I went to. The boy got into drugs, and overdosed aged
17. That was quite a few years before I turned up on the scene. I
said to Sven, why me? Did I look like the son? Sven said he had never
seen any photos, Henrik reckoned I had just reminded him of his son,
being a lost boy, with a dead mother and absent father. And I was his
type.
I asked if he knew where the money
came from. Henrik had only hinted, there was a little black book with
names, dates, addresses and numbers. I said, should I be afraid I own
the houses illegally?
Sven reckoned the accountant would
have made sure everything is above board. I thought the accountant
was so smooth, he probably has dirty laundry as well.
I asked Sven what had happened to
Henrik? He said last time he heard he was running a club on Ibiza,
very hush hush, like the Schloss.
I suggested we have a drink in
honour of Arne. Arne's drink of choice was expensive Whisky, I felt
like doing shots. Sven said it has to be Tequila then. So we did the
whole salt, lemon thing. Urgh!
How do people drink this? Sven
suggested Sambuca next, when I remembered my meeting at the
university. I can not be hung over tomorrow, and I already had 2
beers, wine the night before, that is a lot for me! We decided on
Vodka. I ordered the most expensive Vodka, then I corrected myself,
and asked the bartender for the best, expensive does not always mean
best. He agreed with me and picked a Vodka from their line up. He
recommended we drink it in one, but slowly. It was a sharp drink,
nice as a finish to the evening. I wanted to pay and saw I had no
cash, so took my bank card out. I suddenly realised it was not my
wallet, but Ben's. Sven paid. He asked if I was ok to get home, but
my metro card was in my coat pocket. I had changed my coats when we
had gone for the walk, and my keys, wallet and phone were in the
other coat. I must have grabbed Ben's wallet by mistake.
I got home and was just about to
press the bell, when he buzzed me in. Either he had seen me from the
balcony, or he ”knew”.
It was not that late, but he had
already gone to bed and had been reading. I had a large glass of
water, and then went to bed myself.
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