Well summer is here

One of the things I enjoy about summer is that no one questions you about wearing a towel. They all think you are wearing one because you are off to the pool or just came out. So early in the morning when all have rushed out that should be gone and others are deep in their sleep. Well the towel can easily be remove and replaced if needed giving me a few seconds of hermit time and the thrill of discover or fear of it. Hopefully I will get women quality Hermit time in later this week who knows but there is always going to be a few nude swims thrown in of course!

Last challenge was so long ago

It has been a ahrd winter with so many peopl in my house there ha s been no cahnce to get naked and entertain ideas of a challenge. Summer is coming and I hope to change that.

Now this one will be of short duration and the winner will have a time limit to retrieve their winings. So stay posted.

What slaves will do to amuse themselves

So many times in the past I have taken Hermit time in my garage. I used to get away from vanilla life, which is what Hermit time is all about. I have offer challenges and free work I have posted when I would be in Hermit time almost daring anyone who read it to come over and catch me. Better send some one to my door and see if I would answer the door naked. Sadly while itn effort and intentions were good on my part the results were dismal. One of the few that actively participated in the challenges was a friend who is a submissive. Seems that the Dominants at the time who read Hermit time did so in passing or were unimpressed with the prize.So I have refrained from the challenges and have gone back to hermit time in the garage.

In the past I would insert a butt plug .put on nipple clamps attached to a chain. The chain I hooked on to a nail on the top part of the garage door. And of course a chain collar. The chain attached to the garage door forced my face, neck and shoulders to be visible to passer bys on the street. So when a car or people would pass I had to duck or twist backwards giving a delicious torture to my nipples. If anything popped out or fell off I had to repeat the time I was to spend.

Of course I upgraded to wearing hand cuffs that would not easily allow me to unhook the chain should some one approach. Then I went wild one day using the runners for the door to attach chains to for my wrists. The only way I could get out of them was to work them slowly off the end of the runner. All lots of fun as they increased my excitement and took the boredom out of the day. Then if it was a good day I could work in the house naked and my house would sparkle. Now not enough of that happens and I would have to say I missed it.

So any one gat a garage I can hang around in or perhaps some nasty cleaning they need a naked slave for? lol

An Id thought

When sitting around with a butt plug in you tend to ponder a howle lot on meanings.

Pure slavery.

A term use by an acquaintance of mine to describe some thing she wishes to try. Since hearing the term I have fantasized about what it could mean to her. As words can always be interpreted in at least two understandings and usually many more I have given a lot of thought to it’s meaning.

Now slap me if I am wrong but I do believe that it is or carries the meaning of what I have been looking for. No small talk about the price of gas or what we did last summer. No limits put forth by the slave or toy no ideas, demands or listings of what the slave likes to do just compliances to the dominants wishes and their desires.

No control by the slave at all, service, punishment , play is up to the dominant including dismissal for poor behaviour. I guess the only question is whether the slave or the Dominant can remain in their desired states with out a lapse or break.

I would guess length of time would have something to do with it. I have been to a camp but would have to say I was in and our of roles the dominants was not as strong as Ineeded or had wished for so that would be a concern for me but might make me concentrate a lot more on the dominants rather then what I felt I was missing.

A toy or a slave

A toy.

A word used for many a thing. A toy in the lifestyle can represent a thing or a person.

When a thing it has purpose not only for what it was intended but as a mental stimulant for the one the toy is to be used on and perhaps to the one who will use it.

In reference to a person it is slightly different. It usually means someone that is used only at specific times such as a play party or perhaps as a prelude to sex. The person become s the slave, submissive or bottom for just that period of time.

Sadly, right now I feel relegate to being a toy. One deep down in the box that when found such comments as I thought I threw that out or oh my god does it still work. Not by choice but timing and circumstance has forced me to accept that the lifestyle demands more flexibility and freedom then any other lifestyle based on rules, restrictions and at the end of it acceptance or understanding.

The Vanillas like to say how open they are but only of things they can understand, I had thought that this would be surpassed inside of the life style but vanilla traits can still be felt and surface quite easily when challenged. So many profess that there is only one way their way and expound upon it to any one of similar voice that cheer on those that express what they also feel.

I and thought that perhaps the Gay community might offer some greater acceptance but honestly the ones I have spoke to are more into the idea of clicks that snipe and attack others. Play nights at clubs once hard to find are now quite common though more a fashion show then hard play. I feel or at least hope there are those who stay away from the gossip, the labelling and Holier then thou attitude and simple wish to play. Those who preferred hankie codes to profiles and private enjoyment amongst like minded individual rather than the exploitation of the lifestyle for the pompous desire to be what they are not.

So I will call my self a toy my purpose I am here to be used and enjoyed by any one that can have evil fun the rest of the superior one that wet themselves when they look in the mirror well you have your playmate it is looking back at you from the mirror.

Friday tke 29 of May

For the first time in a while I have had the freedom of hermit time. Let me tell you it has been a while the nipple clamps hurt and when I put them on my testicle they were worst after about five minutes I decided to take them off and the memory of the pain or sensation a better word, that occurs rushed to my testicles .

A challenge, well perhaps soon that is if any one still reads this blog.

C'est la vie

This would have been a rant but instead it will be a learning experience for me. After repeated emails and calls I found out that my suspicions were well founded. I finally received a short to the point reply from a friend of twenty years. You seem to have drifted to a darkness that we do not wish to associate with. We prefer our dungeons to be a concept rather than a reality. We do not wish further contact with you.

Some that call themselves friends I think in reality mean you must share all their concepts and ideas. A shame I enjoyed their company and resources for medieval weapons and castle building. C’est la vie.

So seems that we are not a liberated society that I thought we were. I did not tell them of my love of bdsm no in this day and age they google my handle and found my blog. Oh well I could hide my blog or not post pictures of my self but I have already removed it once but no longer feel like hiding it anymore it is an expression of who I am and if some one does not like well don’t look ther eis a warning. If more friends wish to raise their hands to their open mouth sand gasp well then I made them live for a few second and gave them hours of gossip that they can spread about like jelly. Hmmm wrestling in jelly could be fun. Not so bad if you can make some one come alive for a few moments.

At this time in my life I must say at times I am very frustrated. I am not at a point where I am enjoying myself nor are there many prospects that I will find what I look for. Perhaps a good thing to leave some old friendships drop by the way side and re-evaluate relations , friends where I am where I want to be . I think those that I have one or two things in common with detract from my time and efforts to move along and enjoy myself. I have done too much mentoring given away precious time to those that no longer say hello. Old slaves might just occupy too much of my time and all the Dominants that never contact me perhaps I shall just leave them alone till they do.

So it is not a rant but perhaps a self-realization I constantly tell one of my good friends that he tries to please and help too many, those not really worthy of his time or just take away from his own enjoyment. Perhaps I too am guilty of that I always thought I was not but it could be in here somewhere. So I guess those good friends of mine that after seeing me naked with a red ass tied to a cross have given me the fodder to get into gear. I guess I should send them a thank you card you one that has me ties up having my balls beat or perhaps hot wax. That sort of goes along with medieval torture does it not?

Okay what did I learn? If you want something you have to understand things cannot stay the same. Things will get broken some will mend other will not. C’est la vie!