Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 10:51:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: MASTER bndmaster13 <bndmaster13@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Had No Idea - Part 7

                    "I Had No Idea" - part 7
                   By: BNDMASTER13@yahoo.com

This story MAY NOT be reproduced on any web site or in ANY fashion without
MY express permission.


    As always the response to Alex's writings is overwhelming. I really
think if it wasn't for all of you, I might just let Alex's thought stay in
my computer. You see I will have them to read for many years to come. Alex
already has penned them for me. I am the one who decided to share them with
others. Right now I am enjoying it a lot and with your continued support I
will keep enjoying it. I want to say thanks to all of you who have given me
new ideas to torture my slave with. I am sure eventually Alex will write
about them and then I will share them with you. Just for your information,
the last post was actually one of the first Alex had written, I just saved
it till latter when I was ready to post it.

    Speaking of that last post, let me give you a few of my insights. Why
did I pick the 2 week interval for Alex's being able to cum? That is
easy. I had read that for most people denied sexual release the first
couple of weeks are the hardest, (no pun intended). After that initial time
the body begins to adjust and the hormone effects change. The mind of the
slave is no longer quite as fixated on his crotch and enters more of a head
trip. That was not what I had in mind for Alex. I wanted every day to be
one long horny trip. I wanted him to be on a head trip and have his cock
aching to cum. So far it seems to be working. I know Alex well. We have
played for years. I know his responses better than my own. When my hands
play across his bound little body just my touch goes straight to his
cock. After a little while his eyes will glaze over and I know he is ripe
for me to abuse. You must understand this is the way I like him. It is also
the way he really likes to be. He may complain, but I know him, he is truly
the most happy when he feels like that.  I have read that keeping your
slave horny makes them more willing to serve you. If they perform well they
know there is a chance you will let them cum. I can see that
point. However, that is why I have set every 2 weeks for Alex. You see no
matter how good he is, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how well he
pleases me he still must wait until it is time. The head trip is incredible
to watch. I can get him so turned on he can't stand it, and yet his mind
always knows if it isn't time then tough shit. If you think this cruel then
so be it. Alex is happy serving me and I am happy having his tightly bound
body at my mercy. We both are getting what we want.  Enough of my dialogue,
let me turn you over to the person you really want to hear from, my Alex:

    Rick can be such and asshole (I know I will get punished for that, but
oh well!). He told me he had just printed my account of his fitting me with
my chastity belt. I can just imagine anyone reading this having wondered a
long time ago why I didn't just jack myself off on the carpet, or in bed
next to Rick at night. Believe me if I could I would. Yes I would
disappoint Rick and yes I would get punished. But as horny as I am at that
moment I wouldn't care. Oh, I would immediately afterwards I am sure. I
will remember that night forever. I felt so ashamed of myself.  I knew how
upset he was with me. But I can look back on it now and realize that my
overwhelming emotions took away all my hormonal lust for awhile. Believe me
it wasn't long. I woke up that next morning so horny I thought I was going
to go crazy. If it hadn't been for my new cb3000 I would have been all over
that rug like it was the most wonderful thing in the world. My first
thoughts were of how damn good it had felt and how badly I wanted to do it
again. As this idea went through my head I felt my trapped dick try to
harden. I felt it press tightly against the walls of it's new prison and
realized I couldn't even get an erection in this thing let alone cum. My
second thought was that Rick would probably punish me for what I had tried
to do. Yes, I knew he had already punished me with the cb3000. However, I
really doubted that he didn't have more planned. I knew he loved to find
any excuse to punish me and God had I given him a good one.I was to have my
worse fears confirmed!

    I lay there on the floor for what seemed like an eternity. I heard
muffled sounds through the door that let me know Rick was awake. But still
he didn't come and get me up. Was he going to just leave me in here all
days as punishment. I was getting desperate to pee and had just started my
way over to my dog pad when Rick finally opened the door. Without saying a
word he released my feet and helped me to stand. I wanted so badly to beg
him to forgive me for last night, but was afraid to say anything until I
knew what kind of mood he was in. He took me to the bathroom and then on to
the kitchen were he fed me breakfast at my usual spot on the floor.  Still
not one word. He hardly even looked at me unless he had to. When I had
finished eating he picked up the plate and washed my face. Only then did he
look me in the eye and say, "slave you know I am going to punish you for
last night don't you?" "Sir, Yes Sir," was my quick reply.

    Without another word he helped me to my feet and led me into the second
bedroom. As I have told you this room is where my closet is as well as our
desk and work out equipment. Rick stood me in the middle of the room under
the ceiling hook. He unlocked my wrists and repositioned them. He pulled
each wrist up behind my back crossing them at the wrist. He locked them in
place and then attached them to my collar. He then ran a rope through the
hook and tied it off to the back of my collar. The other end went to the
wall. He pulled the rope until my collar was riding up on my neck making it
hurt. By pulling down with my bound hands I could relieve the stress and
make it comfortable. Rick picked up a riding crop and walked over to
me. "slave, we are going to do your exercises today. Only one little
difference. I am going to see just how far I can push you. Every time you
do not preform to my expectations you will feel this crop across your
ass. Do you understand?" To emphasis his point he lashed my ass with the
crop. It stung like hell. "Sir, Yes, Sir" was all I dared say in
reply. "You will now run in place until I tell you to stop." Again the crop
hit my ass and I started running in place. "Not fast enough slave", Rick
said as he lashed out with the crop again. I immediately picked up my
pace. Again the crop hit my ass, "Faster boy, Now", he ordered. I went
faster. Now it was getting hard. I had to really pick up my feet to keep
them moving fast enough. But in so doing it made my collar pull up higher
on my neck. I was forced to pull down with my wrists harder to keep from
choking. I ran on and on with Rick watching me. I got so into the routine
of my breathing and keeping my legs moving that when the crop hit my ass I
almost lost my balance. "Your slowing down. That isn't acceptable.
Faster", Rick yelled. Crop across my ass, Rick, "Right leg isn't going as
high as the left." Crop, Rick, "Now it's the left leg". Crop, "Hold you
head up". Crop, "Suck in that gut". Crop, "faster".  Crop, "Why are you
slowing down". Crop, "Suck in that damn gut". I really don't know how long
Rick kept this up. My leg muscles started aching, my shoulder muscles hurt,
my ass was on fire, but on I ran. The steady fall of the crop and the
steady orders of Rick motivating me to keep going. I realized how tired my
legs were and knew I was slowing down but there was nothing I could do
about it. I just couldn't push myself any further. Rick obviously knew
where he had taken me to also. I hadn't even realized he was in front of me
until he ordered me to stop running. His arms immediately went around me
and caught my body as I lost my balance. My legs literally gave out under
me. If Rick had not been there I would have strangled myself. But he was!
His strong arms encircling me. Holding me tight. His now gentle voice
whispering in my ear that I had done a good job and how proud of me he
was. I didn't even realize he had released the rope attached to my collar
until he lifted my whole body in his arms and gently lowered me to the
carpeted floor. He lay down next to me and lightly stroked my head as he
let me catch my breath. He looked lovingly into my eyes and said, "Just
relax, catch your breath, we have just gotten started. When I am done with
you today you will wish you had never tried what you did last night"

    Thankfully Rick let me lay there for a few minutes while he got ready
for my next endurance challenge. Rick faithfully exercised me 3 times a
week but nothing like what he had just made me endure. He always started
with running in place. I had already seen how he could turn that into a
punishment. Usually stomach crunches came next. I didn't even want to
contemplate how he would do those. Unfortunately though I didn't have long
to wait. As soon as he heard that my breathing had returned to normal, he
grabbed my collar and pulled me across the floor to were he wanted me. He
flipped me over on my back and positioned my feet to do stomach
crunches. He reached over and got a pair of wicked looking tit clamps. As
he attached them to my nipples I knew I was fucked. They hurt like hell. As
I took in a sharp intake of breath, I saw a wicked smile play across Rick's
face. He tugged on the chain connecting the clamps and said in the most
sadistic voice, "Yesterday boy these made you feel so good. Today your
nipples are going to cause you lots of pain. How appropriate don't you
think. The pleasure I gave you made you disobey me so now I am going to
make you hurt with the same part of your body."  Each tug he gave sent pain
coursing through me. "Now here is how this exercise works. I am going to
spot your feet. You are going to do crunches. Anytime I feel you are not in
perfect form, trying hard enough, or moving to slow I am going to give this
chain as hard a yank as I can. If that doesn't work I still have my trusty
riding crop." He punctuated that comment by slashing the crop across my
stomach. God my ass was on fire from the crop already and it hurt worse on
my stomach. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for a long
session. Rick grabbed the chain and pulled hard, "Let's get started, faster
slave." He held my feet down with one hand and with the other pulled on the
chain. As I brought my chest up to my bent knees he kept the chain taunt
until I had actually touched them. Only then did he let off the pressure on
my tits. I really don't know which hurt worse the pull or the release. They
both hurt like hell. I had no more gone back down than he was yanking on
the chain again. There was no need for him to say anything more. I was
continually aware of his wants by the chain distending my tits away from my
chest. Up and down I went, yank after yank on my poor aching nipples. Rick
must have realized when I got to the point where I was becoming almost one
with the pain as he dropped the chain all together and the next thing I
felt was the crop hitting my arm. Now his orders started. Crop, "faster
slave". Crop, "Only your stomach muscles". Crop, "Both elbows touch at the
same time". Rick kept at me and at me with the crop. I pushed myself harder
and harder until finally I couldn't do anymore. As before somehow he knew
just when to tell me to stop. He was behind me, and when he ordered me to
stop, grabbed my heaving shoulders and lowered my head back into his
lap. He leaned down and kissed my lips, telling me again how proud he was
of me. As I slowly returned to reality I realized that the clamps were
still on my nipples. Rick reached for them and said, "This is going to
hurt. I am sorry but they have to come off." He removed them and as the
blood rushed back in almost screamed. The only thing that stopped me was
wanting to prove to Rick I was a able to take what he could dish
out. "You've done well", Rick said, "only one more to go." Dear God one
more! I didn't even want to think about it. The next exercise was usually
the weight bench.

    I know you are all just waiting to hear Alex describe what I put him
through on the weight bench. However, you are just going to have to use
your imagination. As this journal entry is getting long I want to skip
toward the ending. But suffice it to say, between what I did to his balls
and my trusty crop, Alex did not enjoy himself.  Now back to Alex and the
action (so to speak).

    Finally I heard those blessed words come out of Rick's mouth, "Stop
slave." I lay back on the bench. Rick released me rolling me over on my
back to once again lock my wrists together behind me. He picked me up in
his arms and carried me back to my closet. He must have known I was to
tired to have walked. He laid me down on the floor and cuffed my feet
together. He then drew my bound feet up to my hands and left me in a hog
tie on the floor. At that point it dawned on me he was leaving me all
alone. As he turned off the light and shut the door he said, "slave I know
you hurt. That's the idea. I am leaving you here to think about why this
happened." With that the door shut leaving me all alone in the dark. He was
right I had deserved exactly what I had gotten. I deserved to be alone with
nothing but my aching body to keep me company. What else could I
expect. Thankfully Rick didn't leave me alone to long. Before I had the
chance to get myself good and despondent, he opened the door. He came over
and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, I love his big strong arms, and
carried me into his room. He released my feet and laid me on my back. He
placed a pillow under my head and then began to massage my aching
muscles. God I love Rick's hands. So strong, yet so gentle. To think that
these same hands that can hurt my body so badly can so lovingly make my
body feel so good. Over the course of what seemed like hours he found every
sore muscle and drove the pain away with his ministrations. When I was as
relaxed and totally in love with Rick as I could possibly be it was my turn
to please him. He gently rolled me onto my side and pulled my head into his
waiting crotch. What I wanted at that moment more than life itself was
right in front of my longing eyes.  I started kissing his balls, rolling
them in my mouth and then gradually kissed my way up his hard shaft. When
he finally allowed me to take him in my mouth I was in heaven, nothing else
mattered. I didn't even notice my own cock desperately straining against
it's prison. Only Rick, my Master, my lover mattered in my world. As he
came in my eager mouth he tells me I was purring like a kitten. All I knew
was that I felt totally fulfilled and happy. He let me stay with him in bed
that night and latter he allowed me to service him again. All in all it was
a wonderful night. Rick has taught me the truth that only out of pain can I
find true pleasure.

    Let me add one more short note. That was not the only time Rick has
used those techniques to help my exercise workouts get the results he
desires. I almost think that after 7 months of permanent bondage I am in
better shape now than when we started. At least I know Rick is happy with
as he puts it, my hard tightly bound little body.

    So reader you see I can me a wonderful sweet person. I love my
Alex. Yes I love to hurt him but I can also be tender. You see as he said,
"True pleasure comes from pain." At least for me, after all his pain brings
me pleasure.

    As usual I appreciate all your responses. I you want to hear more of
Alex writings let me know. I know how many people actually read this but
never write. Let's see how many more people can e-mail me this time. Let
keep Alex hot and horny for a long time to cum. (come)

BNDMASTER13@yahoo.com