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
drakor at his best
I know one is enough I prefer using two hands thank you
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, March 06, 2009
A comment goes such a long way.
A comment goes such a long way.
So today I brought my profile back up to par on fetlife and collarme. Posted some pictures did some writing and them like a good fisherman sat and waited.
Not for a Dominant to send me tickets to Africa so I cam become their slave or sold on the slave block, though both of those could be fun just for the unknown factor in it. Just wanted to see if some one noticed. That is a great feeling when some one says hey nice pic, good post what ever as long as there is some thing.
Even if they say hey Martha there is another naked guy on his hands and knees washing a floor!
Did not take long and it was a nice comment so now I feel good just need a kitchen floor to wash.
So today I brought my profile back up to par on fetlife and collarme. Posted some pictures did some writing and them like a good fisherman sat and waited.
Not for a Dominant to send me tickets to Africa so I cam become their slave or sold on the slave block, though both of those could be fun just for the unknown factor in it. Just wanted to see if some one noticed. That is a great feeling when some one says hey nice pic, good post what ever as long as there is some thing.
Even if they say hey Martha there is another naked guy on his hands and knees washing a floor!
Did not take long and it was a nice comment so now I feel good just need a kitchen floor to wash.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Dungeons are good for thinking
I have put myself into my mental form of a dungeon for quite some time now. I have thought and pondered on the idea of my definition of a slave what I have done in the past how I started where I am now.
Where I started was many years ago after watching an edition of Rifleman where mark was kidnapped and roughed up.(for those of you that do not remember he was the rifle mans son) I went to sleep and had wild dreams about the idea of kidnapping and what they could make me do. I transposed myself into the role of the victim. I was eight years old. From there any chance I got to be the looser and face the consequences I did. If it was a gauntlet run then I did I did not give in my list of limits nor tell every one I had a safe word.
When I first found and embrace the lifestyle it was in a very secretive club with few rules for slave. They were written on the wall as slaves knelt waiting to be used. Any one superior to you can use you in any fashion they wish to . No DM no safe words and no limits . Trust is all you had, all you needed because of the scrutiny you had to go through to get in.We knew of the rules the Superior ones had . Play as you wish slaves must be able to be used again in 48 hours. The last part was very clear that mean you might get bruised but not willfully harmed.
All was good NOW with the Internet and services which only request a valid email address those rules I started with are must like saying bind fold yourself and walk into traffic the drivers know they should stop. This fear might not be here if I were younger and uncommitted to family but I am.
I also like to fit in thought I am a bit outspoken at times so when someone asks what re your hard limits I give them a list that I think they want to hear to show how safe I am. I do this because they ask and give control over to me which I found to be harmful to relations for me in the lifestyle. I do not want love from this lifestyle I want to feel humiliation of defeat. I want to be treated as the 90 pound weakling being given a wedgie. Though I might be smart then those in control of me or more successful then them in academics I enjoy feeling helpless at their hands as they spit upon me and call me slave.
SO now I think it is time to get back out on the meat market with no limits but lots of conversation before I accept them to be my owners. No safe word but an assurance they are sane. So now I think it might be time to remove all the coverings from hiding what I am. the question now would be Do I shave off all the hair signifying that I am adult male bring me back to being less then the Men and women that might own me or wait for them to tell me what to do. If I knew how to attach a poll I would
Where I started was many years ago after watching an edition of Rifleman where mark was kidnapped and roughed up.(for those of you that do not remember he was the rifle mans son) I went to sleep and had wild dreams about the idea of kidnapping and what they could make me do. I transposed myself into the role of the victim. I was eight years old. From there any chance I got to be the looser and face the consequences I did. If it was a gauntlet run then I did I did not give in my list of limits nor tell every one I had a safe word.
When I first found and embrace the lifestyle it was in a very secretive club with few rules for slave. They were written on the wall as slaves knelt waiting to be used. Any one superior to you can use you in any fashion they wish to . No DM no safe words and no limits . Trust is all you had, all you needed because of the scrutiny you had to go through to get in.We knew of the rules the Superior ones had . Play as you wish slaves must be able to be used again in 48 hours. The last part was very clear that mean you might get bruised but not willfully harmed.
All was good NOW with the Internet and services which only request a valid email address those rules I started with are must like saying bind fold yourself and walk into traffic the drivers know they should stop. This fear might not be here if I were younger and uncommitted to family but I am.
I also like to fit in thought I am a bit outspoken at times so when someone asks what re your hard limits I give them a list that I think they want to hear to show how safe I am. I do this because they ask and give control over to me which I found to be harmful to relations for me in the lifestyle. I do not want love from this lifestyle I want to feel humiliation of defeat. I want to be treated as the 90 pound weakling being given a wedgie. Though I might be smart then those in control of me or more successful then them in academics I enjoy feeling helpless at their hands as they spit upon me and call me slave.
SO now I think it is time to get back out on the meat market with no limits but lots of conversation before I accept them to be my owners. No safe word but an assurance they are sane. So now I think it might be time to remove all the coverings from hiding what I am. the question now would be Do I shave off all the hair signifying that I am adult male bring me back to being less then the Men and women that might own me or wait for them to tell me what to do. If I knew how to attach a poll I would
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