Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 17:51:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Had No Idea - Part 3

                    "I Had No Idea" - Part 3
                   by: bndmaster13@yahoo.com

    Hi friends, Rick here. I must say that I really appreciate all of you
who have contacted me regarding Alex's little stories. I decided to tell
him about the responses and he was very excited.  At least I assumed he
was. I had him in a full hood and gag at the time but I noticed a distinct
change in his breathing. In my mind that was excitement.

    In this posting I have very little to say as I want to get right to my
slave boy's musings. The one I have chosen is one of my favorites. I can't
help but get a warm feeling in my crotch when I remember that day. A warm
feeling in my crotch, that reminds me I have had Alex tied up since this
morning. He doesn't even know I am home yet. Tell you what, I am going to
let him tell you his story while I go let Alex know I have cum home. Or is
that I am home and ready to cum?  Anyway, now over to Alex:

    In one of my last writings I believe that I talked about the one time I
tried to fight Rick about tying me up. As I have reflected on that account
I have felt guilt. I am so concerned that if Rick publishes it anyone
reading it will think badly of him. He is the most wonderful person I have
ever met. He loves me so much and I love him so much. If he didn't love me
why would he put up with me. I realize that I am the one that wanted this
bondage contract. All he has done is fulfill my wish. Well perhaps he
enjoys devising ways to hurt my body but he also knows that it is what I
need and want. So I decided that the next time Rick allowed me to write I
was going to tell about how good he can be to me.

    We were perhaps 4 months into our contract. Rick had been having an
exceptionally busy time with classes and I had been tied up alone more than
usual. When you have no life other than waiting for you Master to return
and use you it is easy to get lonely. I will never forget that particular
day and how it began. It was a Friday morning before a 3 day weekend. Rick
had been studying all week for a test that day. He woke up early because he
couldn't sleep. He woke me up for the day by about 5am. He put me through
my usual morning routine. By 6am we were done.  Rick still had several
hours before class and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was in
a mood. "Alex," he said, " As you know this is going to be a hell of a day
for me. Guess what it is going to be a hell of a day for you too." With
that he took me back into my room. I have come to think of the second
bedroom and it's closet as my room.

    He began by getting a full leather hood out and lacing my head tight
into it. The one he picked had no eye holes only a hole at the mouth. After
lacing it on to the point were it was seriously constricting my head he
tied it off and I heard one of his lock click into place. God how he loves
locks.  I knew instinctively that he would never leave my mouth empty. He
did not disappoint me. He attached a penis gag to my hood.  You must
understand here, why I say disappoint. I am tied up all day long. When I
have a cock gag in my mouth I can at least spend my time imagining that it
is Rick in my mouth. Over the months that I have been tied up continually
it has been that thought, Rick's cock, that has gotten me through. Just
imagining him filling my mouth and allowing me to give him
pleasure. Hearing his imagined sighs in my ears. Imagining the feeling of
his cock throbbing and anticipating tasting his cum in my mouth. Lord, why
do I write this?  My own cock is throbbing uselessly just thinking about
it. Anyway let me get back to my story.

    When Rick finished with the hood I felt him adjusting my arms and
shortly the leather arm binder he has used on our very first night was
being cinched onto them. Rick had become quite a fan of this particular
bondage item. He brought home a library book about soldiers in Vietnam
being tortured by having there arms bound together behind their backs just
like the arm binder does. More than once Rick has cinched it so tight that
I have thought my arms were going to come out of their sockets and my
breast bone was going to split in half. Then he will beat my ass and
pretend he is an interrogator and I have information he wants. He never
tells me though what he wants so all I can do is endure the torture as I
have no idea what the correct answer is. Trust me no answer I give is ever
right. Usually while he beats my ass he applies the strongest pair of
clamps we own to my tits. When your chest is pushed out to the point of
splitting in half clamps hurt so bad that all you want to do is scream. But
as I said Rick is playing at being a Vietnamese torturer so of course he is
going to hurt me as much as he can. Conversely I am supposed to be an
American war prisoner so I am supposed to take it.

    That morning Rick laced the binder as tight as he could. He then tied
my wrists to a rope and pulled the rope up through the ceiling hook in the
middle of the room. He pulled them up until I was on my tip toes and tied
it off. Next came the ankle restraints. He added a spreader bar and pulled
my feet apart to the point where I had to really work at balancing on my
tip toes. This was going to be hard, but as he pointed out his tests were
going to be hard. He had to sweat about his tests, I had to sweat too. Next
came tit clamps set deep into my tits. Rick added weights to keep them
pulled down and hurting until such time as he released them. Lastly he
added a weights to the ball harness I was already wearing. He slapped my
ass and told me to have a good morning.  "I'll be back after my tests are
done. Don't miss me to much."  Just as he shut the door he added, "If you
are good I have a special treat for you." With that he shut the door and
left. I few minutes latter I heard the front door shut and I knew he was
gone. There I hung all alone. I really couldn't tell which hurt worse my
tits or my arms. I hung there for awhile wondering what his special treat
was but eventually the pain overwhelmed everything else and I was forced to
tune out and just wait for Rick to return and let me loose.

    I couldn't tell you how long I hung there. But then again if it wasn't
for Rick I wouldn't have any idea of time. When you are tied up simply
waiting for you Master to return time is irrelevant.  The only time that
matters is the time he spends with you. It doesn't even matter if all he
does is fuck your face and beat your ass. He is still spending time with
you and you are eagerly awaiting the time when he will use you
again. Because maybe that time he will take you in his arms and hold
you. Gently kissing you, fondling your hair, stroking your skin. Whispering
in your ear how much he loves you. The rest of the time just knowing you
are pleasing him by taking what he gives you makes everything tolerable, if
not all right.

    Rick finally returned. I heard him enter the door. He came almost right
over to me and slapped my ass. That sent the weights bouncing madly and
reawakened nerves that I had tuned out.  Despite the pain, the tone in
Rick's voice made me happy. "Slave I think I aced them. You know I do love
you. Knowing you were here waiting for me gave me all the help I needed to
pass. I have a surprise for you. We are going to my parents cabin this
weekend." My heart leapt in my chest. I knew exactly where he was talking
about. About 2 hours out of town his family had a little cabin in the
woods. Rick and I had been there many times and I loved it. This would be
the first time in 4 months that I had been out of our apartment. Yes Rick
had taken me to a local leather club a couple of times but to really get
out. I was so excited. Rick lightly stroked my ass and said, "Alex we are
going to have a great time. Because I did so well today, I don't have
classes again until Wednesday morning. We can stay 4 days. Just you and
me."

    He released me from all my bondage gear except my ever present
cuffs. He also left the ball harness on me. Rick drew my to him and kissed
me sensuously on the lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through
me. "Slave I actually wish I could untie you. I want your arms around me so
bad. Do realize how much I miss that? But your hands are staying right
where they are. I kind of like them there. It leaves your body so open and
vulnerable." His hands gently moved over my body. He massaged my shoulders
trailing down to my nipples, which he rolled between his fingers. I wanted
so bad to have my hands loose so I could feel his strong muscles under my
touch, but for 9 months yet that wasn't going to happen. Once again I had
no idea what I was getting myself into. If I had even envisioned 13 months
without stroking his skin I probably would never have done it. Thankfully
however, I still had my mouth so I leaned into to him and started kissing
his chest. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and lightly ran my tongue down the
muscled planes of his stomach. I french kissed his belly button and then
reached for his pants with my mouth. Rick however pulled me away telling me
that we had a whole weekend ahead of us and he wanted to get on the road. I
sighed in disappointment but knew he was right we had all weekend.

    He let me follow him around as he packed the things we would need. He
took me to the bathroom and then we were ready to go. Rick had purchased a
long trench coat for me so we could get to the car with no one realizing I
was tied up. He helped me into it and I followed him to the car. He settled
me into the front seat. He climbed in behind the wheel. Rick leaned over
and gave me a kiss. He started the car and reached over to lay his right
hand on my crotch and we were off. It was a wonderful trip. Just 2 friends
enjoying the drive and the music. The only difference was that one had his
hands tied behind him and was naked accept for a ball harness.  We kissed a
few times and Rick lovingly stroked my cock a few times on the drive. I
wanted so bad to fondle him but my hands just wouldn't let me.  We finally
arrived at the cabin. In the car Rick helped me out of the over coat and
led me inside. The cabin had no neighbors for miles so I really did not
need clothes. The whole trip was wonderful and Rick was very imaginative in
those 4 days but one thing really stands out in my mind and that is what I
want to write about here.

    I had begun this account to tell you how much I am loved. The 1st full
day we were there was Saturday. It was a beautiful day. Next to the cabin
is a big open grassy meadow. When Rick and I had been there before we had
always played frisbee in that field. I had always enjoyed it. When Rick
reminded me of it and suggested we do it again I must admit I thought he
was a little crazy.  How were we going to do that with my hands tied behind
my back? Needless to say Rick had it planned. He led me outside. I was of
course naked with my hands cuffed behind me. Rick had put a simple leather
cock ring on me as he said he enjoyed the way it made my cock and balls
look so big. He would always say that and then stroke my cock and add, "so
big looking but so little use." When we got outside Rick simply threw the
frisbee into the field. He pointed at it and said, "fetch slave." I looked
at him and realized what he wanted. He was going to throw it and I was
going to run after it, fetch it, and bring it back. My eyes must have had a
look in them because Rick, stroked my head and said, "Please boy, fetch
it. Make me proud." That was all the encouragement I needed. I ran after
the frisbee, my full balls and hard cock bouncing between my legs. I found
the frisbee and knelt down to get it with my teeth. I ran back to Rick with
it as fast as I could. He took it from me stroked my head, telling me I was
a good boy. As he threw it again he told me me, "I love you boy, fetch."
Once again like a shot I was after it at quickly returned it to Rick to
throw again. Thinking back on it if anyone could have seen us they would
have really wondered. Rick standing on the porch throwing a frisbee and me
a naked man with his hands cuffed behind his back fetching it.  But to me
it was perfect. After the first couple of throws Rick started kissing me
and stroking my hair when I returned the frisbee. This made me even more
eager to get it back to him. Running all the harder after the frisbee just
to make Rick happy. I have no idea how long we played. I don't even care. I
felt so free and happy at that moment it could have lasted forever. When we
finally finished we made passionate love right there in the grass. Well
Rick did anyway. It wasn't my time to get to cum. But I did everything in
my ability to make him happy. In doing that I made myself happy. My use was
and still is to make Rick happy.

    Rick again - I am going to cut this off here. Alex gets a little
maudlin but you get the idea. I must add that I to enjoyed playing fetch
very much. Watching Alex run naked after that frisbee was awesome. To be
honest seeing his big cock and balls hanging out like that turned me
on. Just flopping uselessly between his legs knowing he only cums when I
let him. Such a feeling of power. But then Alex makes it so easy. As always
if anyone wants to hear more of Alex's rambling just let me
know. bndmaster13@yahoo.com