Servitude

One of my greatest desires as a boy is to provide service. Sexual, of course, but also domestic. I find it both humbling and infinitely rewarding. For starters, I actually like to clean. With my life so full of academics, internships, jobs, etc... progress can be so difficult to measure. But when I'm cleaning, it allows me to focus on a simple task in front of me. When I'm finished, I can look at the work I have put in and see the obvious results. And when you add in that I'm serving a Man, the pay-off doubles.

Now, this semester has been pretty hard on me time-wise. With an internship, full academic schedule, and three jobs; I had to make a lot of sacrifices. One of the first things to go was servitude. In the past two weeks, the semester has slowly drawn to a close (ONLY TWO MORE FINALS LEFT!), which has freed up some time for me. One of the first things I did was email Sir Larry and BEG him to let me serve him. I'm getting excited right now, even as I type this. I begged him to train me a bit more, push my submission and my obedience. Thankfully, he did.

He instructed me to be at his place at 5. He wouldn't be home from work until around 6:30. He would leave a key for me at the desk. Instructions would be waiting when I arrived. I felt exhilarated by the prospect, and on the day of my service I would anxiously check the time every half hour or so.

I showed up at 5, as instructed. I got the key from the front desk and went up to his apartment. When I got in, I put my bag down and looked for instructions on the front table. They were there; succinct, specific, absolute. A ball gag lay on the table, next to the instructions.

boy,

Welcome. Strip to your underpants. Put the gag in your mouth. Here are your tasks:

1. Clean the guest bathroom.
2. Clean the master bathroom.
3. Clean my sling rack (use windex).

Supplies are on the kitchen counter. I'll be home around 6:30.

Sir

The simplicity of it excited me more than I can describe. There were no frills, no specifically sexy language. I was his servant, and here were my instructions.

Now, I'm not going to describe my labors in detail. No matter how much you may like this blog, I doubt any of you will be particularly enthralled by an epic depiction of cleaning a toilet. hahah. However, I do want to impart just how meaningful each labor was. It is rather difficult to describe, but I really am trying. It isn't that there is a "thrill" in preforming these activities. It's more that there is a sense of....right. I think that is the best word I can find to describe it. Ball gagged, stripped to my white briefs, on my hands and knees scrubbing a bathroom floor (no, not a bathroom floor, Sir Larry's bathroom floor)...it all just felt right. What's more, the fact that he wasn't there only furthered this feeling. It wasn't just a sex game. My worth wasn't measured by how much I could turn him on or anything like that. I was measured by my utility, and my ability to submit to a Dominant man's authority outside of a playspace.

It isn't so much the event that I am looking to describe in this post, so much as what its like to crave that sort of servitude. For me, a lot of my experience as a boy, emotionally speaking, is deeply rooted in the mentoring and fostering that happens between a Sir and boy. But as much as I am a boy who needs to be taken care of, I am also a servant that needs tasks and chores. Being stripped and gagged really helps me get to that servile headspace, but it isn't necessarily a requirement. It's more about being given an order, seeing its value to my Sir, and preforming it with enthusiasm and diligence.

I'm sorry, I know this is somewhat of a rant and one of my more poorly organized posts, but it really is hard to explain. This is one of the areas I am still figuring out about myself. Coming off of a semester that was very light in terms of submission, I find the need to obey welling up inside me more and more each day. I need chores, tasks, orders, rules, discipline....all of it. This need is emotional, sexual, and intellectual; and the more I understand it...the more I can regularly incorporate it into my life.

How do you say bondage in French?

Bob (Wingate) and I recently came up with quite the idea. He wrote a terrific post on his blog, and I recommend you guys check it out (link on the side).

But then again...I am always looking for more chances to be servile...so how about I make it easier for everyone and just copy/paste?

"A hot young friend of mine is going to Europe for six weeks in mid-June and we thought it might be fun for me to give him a crash course in French, but with a twist: he’ll be tied up in a variety of ways during each five-hour session, and punished when he gets things wrong or fails to learn his lessons well. We’ve been having a wonderful time working out the various details, starting with his school uniform—ideally English schoolboy, well, traditional English Schoolboy, which almost certainly no longer exists: blazer with school emblem on the pocket, shirt and tie, shorts, knee-length socks, black shoes, and that wonderful short-peaked cap. Unfortunately, this outfit with its classical cut is so traditional that it virtually no longer exists—especially the emblemed blazer and that cap—though we’re looking. If anyone knows where such uniforms can be found in small adult sizes, please email me…fast, since classes start mid-May.

The idea is that there will be a 15-minute tying and untying break between each half-hour session. At the conclusion of each session my friend loses another piece of clothing, in an order yet to be determined. Both the first half hour and the last will be devoted to oral quizzes: the first to a review of his homework and what he learned the day before; the last to what he just learned over the course of the afternoon. For the first, he’ll be tied either standing, with his arms pulled over his head and his legs spread, or in a chair with his hands behind his back, his feet lashed to the chair legs; his genitals will be pulled through his shorts, and each time he gets something wrong a weight will be added to them. For the end-of-afternoon quiz, by which time he should be practically naked, he’ll be spreadeagled on the bed and every wrong answer will earn him a clothespin on some part of his body.

He’s very keen to learn, and we both hope that being strictly tied and threatened with punishment will focus his mind and keep him from getting too restless and fidgety. He was not a great language student during the one year of French he studied in high school, and his French vocabulary is limited to words like yes and no and hello and good-bye and garage and restaurant, and possibly the first verse of Frère Jacques. It will be interesting to see how successful our new didactic method turns out to be; it may work so well that we find ourselves encouraged to patent it, with the idea of getting it used in some of our finer institutions of learning.

But before we get there, we do have some hurdles to overcome. The trouble with learning a language, unlike learning physics or chemistry, is that you have to work on your pronunciation and can’t be kept gagged, unless you’re taking dictation, or a written test, both of which of course will become part of the regular curriculum. This is too bad, since both my friend and I love gags. Fortunately, you can be kept blindfolded, or at any rate be blindfolded a lot, since blindfolds tend to cut down on visual distractions, and improve concentration.

Please send suggestions on ways you think we may improve on these extraordinary teaching methods."

Well? Suggestions? Don't be shy! Come on, I just told you all how much I want to serve hehe.

Texasropeman comes to town

MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!








As with my last post about texasropeman, I think I will let the pics speak for themselves.

New/regular posts will be back!

Starting tomorrow I will be posting regularly again. I SWEAR!

If I don't, you all can suggest punishments and I promise I will do one of them! lol

Open thread

Alright guys, sorry for not posting lately. To be honest, there hasn't really been much to report (at least nothing I am ready to report quite yet).

But I wanted to keep the blog alive, so I thought I would post another open thread for discussion. This topic is aimed more to give me valuable feedback. I care a lot about what you guys think, so the topic is:

What do you enjoy most about this blog? What not so much? What could be improved? What would you like more of?