“I am ready for your use and pleasure Sir, and my cock is locked and out of the way so I will only focus on you.”
“Good boy, but be quiet for a moment… I want to enjoy this view. You look so beautiful open and ripe for me.”
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Post is fictional. Picture posted by (submitted to?) lockndenied.
Matthew by Robert Colgan
The houseboy is watching his Sir and his friends prepare a deer they shot in the woods. Jesse been sent away so he wouldn’t be upset by the carnal nature of skinning and butchering an animal – guts, blood, bones. Too much gore for him, this is real men’s work. The houseboy’s job will be to cook it for dinner. Yet, Jesse can’t help but watch from the upstairs window curiously…especially since something about seeing his Master in his underwear streaked with blood and holding a knife makes him incredibly horny. He dare not tell his Master about that though, cause then he’d know he was spying. Forbidden arousal is the best arousal though.
Classic Bad boy Good boy photoset. my Master’s idea. Someday in the future i’ll probably redo this and make it better. Hopefully by then i’ll have an actual camera. And i’ll be able to devote more time to making it look good.
A good lesson to remember but…fuck. Pringles are so tasty. I hope you got some as a reward. Also, you look a lot more mature in the last picture. Keep up the good training!
Everything about this is perfect. Hold your puppy by his leash when he is particularly worked up. Play with his puppy dick. And make sure he is properly caring for your cock.
Yes!!! Exactly! We puppies forget to touch our dicks, but since YOU own them, YOU can anytime YOU want! Doing things we can’t do ourselves really reinforces YOUR control and OWNERSHIP
Intimate moment with the pup.
Wasting no time in claiming his reward…
He didn’t know I was awake yet. I hadn’t moved, still curled up with mt sheets and my pillow. From my vantage point, I had an excellent view of my boy dressed in his minimal uniform. He was so lovely all back-lit from the morning light, clutching the muslin curtains as he murmured his daily affirmation under his breath: “I am a good boy. I will serve today with respect and dignity. I will uphold Sir’s rules and orders and maintain his household. He has chosen me for this position and he loves me. I will not disappoint him.” He punctuated his little speech with a slow exhale.
I was smiling like an idiot into my pillow. He really makes me so happy, how seriously he takes this. I couldn’t wait to kiss him good morning.
Here, one of the house slaves has been called to the sauna to serve guests. His cute butt is getting some attention.
You can always tell which boys are owned property here because they’re all tagged with barcodes and RFID chips. It tracks guest activities yes, but it also tracks the boys’ movements around the compound so no boy gets kidnapped and no boy escapes his contract early. Could have used collars, sure, but the owners needed someway to monitor their stock and keep them totally naked. Win/win.
Owned dog – bound, collared, cock caged, and whipped, the pride of his Master. This photograph is going to hang right above the stairs so everyone can see it when they come into His home.
(Anyone have a source on this?)
I gazed at the tangle of Christmas lights in the plastic storage box and sighed. It was a box of bad memories. I’d shoved them in there in a furious rage after Craig broke up with me on Christmas Eve. I’d never felt more shame in my life as I did returning the watch I got him, the box still wrapped in nice paper. I swore I was done with boyfriends and lost myself in the world in BDSM where I had all the control. It probably wasn’t healthy, but it was there I met Jasper. I had played with a variety of men and boys, but it was only with Jasper I was able to feel relaxed after our sessions. He healed me. I needed him, and he asked to be exclusive to me.
A couple months ago, I invited him to sign a contract and move in with me. When we were discussing the details, Jasper insisted he didn’t care about his birthday so much but he wanted to celebrate Christmas and be able to give me gifts. Jasper was insane for Christmas – he baked a million cookies, built a gingerbread sex dungeon (which I admittedly thought was hilarious), and decorated our Christmas tree and outside trees in everything from tinsel to ornaments to popcorn garlands to clementines with cloves stuck in them.
When I hadn’t put up the lights two weeks before Christmas, Jasper began to complain. I gave him a light spanking for whining, but he had a point. The lights had not gone up. So with his bottom still pink, I hauled the box out of the closet and peeled off the lid. It was a rat’s nest. I sighed again as Craig’s memories washed over me. The doorbell rang. “Jasper, untangle this mess,” I instructed and went to see who it was.
“Yes sir, right away.”
It was my neighbor holding some mail with my name on it. We had a similar, hard to pronounce and spell Polish last name and our house numbers were two numbers off, so the mailman often confused us. I fetched mail I’d been holding for him and returned it as well. We had a little talk about his pregnant daughter, then he waved goodbye and I went back into the house.
I walked back toward the living room wondering why the lights were off, but then I saw Jasper and froze right in my spot in the dining room. Jasper had weaved the lights around his body and plugged them in to test the bulbs, illuminating his naked body in colorful spots of light. The ends were bunched in his hand over his cock, somehow making it more erotic than if he was actually naked.
I just looked at him, “What are on Earth are you doing, boy?”
“Well Sir… I untangled them, but needed someway to wrap them, and came up with this. How do I look?”
My goodness, what a sight! “Like a human Christmas Tree. No don’t move. You stay there while I go get the camera. You’re going to be my Christmas card this year. If you move I’m gonna make you stand still in the window for three hours so the entire neighborhood can see you like that.”
“Yes sir.”
“I think you’d like that anyway, boy,” I muttered as I went to get my camera.
The cards were a huge hit in my BDSM community. I was surprised when Craig sent me a Christmas card apologizing for his behavior last year and told me he regretted how he treated me. I sent him one of Jasper’s back and said, “Thank you for you card Craig. Your apology meant a lot to me. However, it all worked out. If you hadn’t left me, I would have never met Jasper. Isn’t he beautiful? He lights up my life.”
