Saturday.

Finally, a new post. This will be the update post as it’s the weekend and things are slowly normalizing. As I write this, I am sitting downstairs at my desk listening to jack upstairs, doing his chores. The rattling of the chains do not thrill the dogs, but I love hearing them knowing that he is secure and active, likely smiling that great big smile he has right behind the locked gag all while my clothes get folder, my bathroom gets cleaned, and the floors get shined. I will thank him with a flogging or caning this afternoon, so I am sure he will post some shots of that.

I am not traveling this next week so I have locked myself up in the new Steelwerks’ cage with the big screw to both get used to the feeling again and to double deny him. It works quite well when it lines up this way because the chastity fuels my sex drive which fuels my mind in so many ways. For jack, when my mind is fueled in the sexy, kinky way, that piece of property sometimes doesn’t know what hit him. As a for instance, this morning I gave him the command where he is just craving me to kiss him, but with that command, he has to ask me to do it knowing that there is a 99% chance I will say no, which just drives him mad. Today, I gave him that command, but also told him that if he did ask me, I would use the command that makes him feel like he has bugs crawling all over him (the punishment one). I sadistically wanted to see which would win out. He lasted only two to three minutes before asking me to kiss him and, as I said know, I used the command in his left ear that issued the bug army and watched him start to squirm. To his credit, he asked me again, so I doubled the bug intensity and he fidgeted like a boy who had gotten into that often seen on 70’s television but never confirmed in real like itching powder (you remember, Bobby would put into Greg and Peter’s sleeping bags?). It was amazing to watch, but I only let him thrash for an hour or so, or maybe 5 minutes, before stopping it all by giving him one of those deeply penetrative, scruffy, masculine kisses like you imagine the cool cowboys did out west in the day. He just looked up at me, grinned, and said “Thank you, Sir” – Damn, that boy is something. I still do not know how we made these commands stick, but they do, and even putting heart rate monitors and the like on him show his heart rate instantly dropping or rising based solely on the command. That just turns me the fuck on like nothing else ever.

In bondage news, well, kinda sorta, I am back in a cast boot for the next six to eight weeks after stepping the wrong way and basically rupturing the ligaments and tendons that make up the ball of one’s foot. Surgery last week created some wicked new scars and, since this was the sixth one since the big break three years ago, I am going to have a whole patchwork down there which I kinda love. Also, since my foot will be almost all titanium soon, I plan to just kick ass soon in the way a middle aged, inactive executive can. Whatever that may be, I suspect it will not be pretty.

Anyway, aside from feeling like we live on the surface of the sun with the humidity of Ecuador, everything is good down South. As always, thanks for sticking with us.