Thanksgiving break...

And it started the right way!

Master and i had somebody watch the little person last night so that we could get some much needed alone time, and we made the most of it.

Not only did Master get some pictures taken that He had been wanting to take or some time now, but we also got to play in the tub for the first time in our new place. Of course, there also had been some marbles accumulating from mistakes on my part, and those had to be dealt with before we could get to the sex...

i'm sure Master will come talk about His table stocks, but as with all the projects He cares about, he had these finished to perfection, smooth and perfectly cut. As Master placed me in them, He asked if my knees would be okay on the floor (recent re-injury of my bad knee makes Him a bit generous with things He might not normally offer), and i believed it would be fine, so i declined His offer of a cushion. my fuzzy, school-fried brain made me believe that i would be able to sit, rather than kneel under the table, so as He shoved it closed around me, i scrambled and realized that, no, the table was higher than i believed, and so with the awkward positioning of my legs, i was almost literally hanging in the stocks. It was an awesome experience, and rather soon, i felt my muscles twitching with exhaustion. When Master was gracious enough to release me from the stocks, i felt so warm and used, and laid on the floor for a few moments before we moved on to christen the tub with some water play.

Now, despite the tub's one downfall (it is blue), it is much larger than both tubs we had at our previous residence. Master tied my hands to my thighs, and looped the rope binding my ankles together through the ropes around my thighs as well, leaving me unable to do more than rock my shoulders up to keep my face out of the water as it rose. As we considered the limited amount of time, Master's impatience won over my stamina, and he shoved me under. Each time he pulled me up, i sputtered, annoyed at my new hair cut because it was hanging over my face, essentially "waterboarding" me while Master told me to breathe. Eventually, Master turned me over, and we tried to submerge my head while i looked at Master. Unfortunately, we'd splashed quite a bit of the water out and it didn't quite work, so Master, being the clever, quick thinker He is, decided that His underwear could prove themselves useful in waterboarding me. Regardless of what Master does, quite frequently the thing that truly "revs my engine" as they say, is control me with His strength. He can be doing the most horrible, awful thing, and if His strength is subverting me, controlling my head, my body, my very survival, i become the lustful, compliant creature He so loves.

P.S. There was caning. Not so fun.

P.P.S. There was also awesome sex. >:)

Maybe i'll get a chance to post about those later.

Locks, Stocks, and Well You Get the Idea...

So, I finished up with the top part of my stocks for my little slave girl and I have to say that, at least the second attempt, has my seal of approval. It fits her perfectly, allowing no chance of escape and no room for misbehavior. I just have to coat it in the red mahogany finish and add some I bolts for control points and they are done. As for the foot portion, I have yet to cut the additional hand holes and finish shaping and sanding and they too will be done.

Here are a few pictures of the un-finished stocks and pictures of my slave in them can be found on our Fetlife page.

The other day my folks came by for a visit and through our many discussion topics, we started talking about my deceased grandfather and his love of the project. How he would spend months working on something; piecing it together, shaping the outcome, pouring his love into something, and when it was finished it became hollow to him.

The joy came from the doing, not the finished product. I have inherited this trait from him, this love of working on something and the hollow feeling that follows. Now, don't get me wrong, I will most definitely get much joy out of this finished product. However, I have seen this trait expressed in many ways. When I draw or paint, sculpt or construct, write or tell a tale, the true joy is in the act of creation and in the end the finished product seems empty.

Well, despite this, I have managed to once again prevail in a self motivated project that tested the limits of my skill, means, and time. That, if nothing else, puts a well deserved smile on my face. That and seeing the helplessness spread across my slave's face when she tries to escape from my stocks...

Developing Plans...

Recently I have been toying with the notion of a POW scene. I own a pair of old style military BDU's for my slave that we use for paintball matches and she has been wearing them recently which spurred the notion.

In essence, it is the standard military captive scene. Lots of disorientation, abuse, shouting, torture techniques, and rape. I am really enamored with the idea, but my only concern is the length of the scene given the small amounts of time that we manage to get to play any more. I have toyed with the notion of doing it all in segments, treating it more like a movie shoot. Though this would be fun and a great home movie, I like the idea of it being one long scene.

I am not a fan of the rather cliched terrorist or middle eastern idea, and considering that I speak a little Russian, I was planning to run with a former Eastern breakaway Republic having taken an American service woman prisoner. As for techniques I am planning to use sensory deprivation (primarily visual but auditory as well), caning, electrical stimulation, water boarding and dunking, choking, orgasm denial, knives, and maybe some hot/cold stimulation.

I plan to treat her as every bit of the helpless enemy combatant that she will be, giving no quarter or showing no mercy. Of course this all depends upon the neighbors in our apartment complex no calling the police and our child not waking up at any point. That whole video segments thing is looking better.

As a side note, I am currently trying to construct a set of stocks from an old bed frame that my slave had dragged home one day from out by the dumpsters. Apparently one of our neighbors had decided to get rid of it, and as the unofficial practice of our ( and most our past) apartment complex, placed it next to the dumpster for anyone who would possibly have need of it. I was delighted that my slave had brought home a pervertable such as this and immediately informed her of my plans to make a matching pair of stocks from it. A notion that apparently she had not considered, as she cursed and ran away.

I have the measurements all marked out, all the metal components laid out and ready, and sand paper standing by. The only thing that I am missing is a capable saw. Just recently I purchased a nice Black and Decker jig saw, however living in an apartment, there is just no place to use it. I tried (and please don't laugh too much) cutting the hand and neck holes into the board in the bathroom, using the bath tub as a collector for the saw dust. However, given the noise, vibration, and enclosed space, this was not a viable option. What I really need is a coping saw, which I hope to attain in the morning.

I have been sitting on this project now for about a month and have made no real progress, the estimated time for the completion of this project is about thirty minutes to an hour. Feels like a lot of things have been going that way recently. Ever have one of those days?

At any rate, for those of you who love our photos, be on the look out in the next week or so for some awesome updates. Also, check back for a detailed description of the completed set of stocks and the military POW scene...