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My followers of my twitter account (@GiftedMaster69) know most of this already, but I thought I’d share it with the 3k+ followers on Tumblr. Yesterday I had my new boi come to visit finnslaveboy was here for 24 hours of service and training.

He’s a bit of a pain slut and who loves humiliation and so we spent much of the day doing a medical fetish kind of scene, which culminated in him getting over his considerable fear of needles and allowing me to introduce him to the bliss of endorphin based surface piercing. He was on such a blessed out high after I placed just a few needles in his back.

As a special reward for his trust and because ice cream is his favourite food, I took him to the best gelato shop in London (Gelupo in Archer St). But to make it more interesting I kitted him out with my anal hook and a vibe planted internally.

It was fun watching him walk like John Wayne through the streets of Soho, knowing what was happening underneath his clothes. 😈😏

Hopefully, he’ll have time to blog his own experience of this in time, but he’s a bit busy with work right now. So you guys jay have to wait for his side of the story.

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  • Question: How do you know if your sub truly can't take anymore? Do you use a safeword? Your subs are always gagged and heavily bound; how can you tell if they're trying to signal you? - Anonymous
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    tiehimtight:

    alfredosian:

    There’s actually a lot of communication going on during a session. A tiny part of it is verbal. Utterances like “oh, yeah”, “thank you, Sir”, “ouch!”, “fuck, Fuck, FUCK”, “stop, please stop”.

    But the majority is non verbal. And for the most part not entirely under the sub’s conscious control, which can be more revealing. For example breathing pattern, sighs, moans, groans, screams, whimpers, their tone (satisfaction, frustration, pleading, …), pitch, loudness or periodicity, facial expressions (neutral, biting lips, gaping mouth, squinting eyes, …), movements (sudden or slow, deliberate or disorderly, in or out sync with the stimulation, …), posture (back arched, head raised, body twisted, …), strain against the bonds, pelvic movements, hand movements (grabbing at the sheets or restraints, hyper extended, making a fist, pumping, relaxed, …), toes (curling or wiggling), quality of erection (semi-hard, hard, rock hard), softening or hardening, balls hanging loose or tightening, involuntary muscle spasms, sweating, goose bumps, and so on.

    Body language is a rich, nuanced, high bandwidth communication medium. It reveals pretty much all you want to know about the sub’s state of mind. Whether he’s anxious, relaxed, needs a short break, starts to reach his limits, is already past them, getting distracted, tired, eager for more, close to climax, … You just have to listen and, as a good sadist, use the information against him.

    So, to answer your first question, it’s easy, the sub tells me. Just not with spoken words.

    I usually play with a safeword. It’s a good tool to have in the tool box. But not one that I rely on, because as a Dom you can’t trust that a sub will safeword if / when needed. For a variety of reasons, some subs are not always psychologically capable of safewording in situations where they should. E.g.:

    • They want to please the Dom and feel that safewording would be letting him down.
    • They’re so deep in subspace that they may not even recall that there is a safeword.
    • They’re high on adrenalin and endorphin, which alters their perception of pain and assessment of the situation.

    I use safewords in three forms:

    • A spoken word. Usually “red”.
    • Three short grunts.
    • A silent check. The sub must respond to a double hand squeeze with the same. Failure to do so stops the session.

    All three can be used with most forms of bondage, including when gagged. Contrary to common conception, gags are good at garbling sounds, but remarkably ineffective at muffling them. I also like using gags that remain comfortable for several hours i.e. not the super sized tonsil tickling or jaw breaking kind. These gags provide enough freedom for short words like “red” or grunts to remain not audible but perfectly identifiable, while still rendering structured speech unintelligible and futile. This is a great way to stay safe, comfortable and reinforce the sub’s sense of helplessness, making him more submissive and helping him focus on the sensations.

    Knowledge bomb right there people.

    Useful post on communication to Doms from subs

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geyecandy:

Satisfy your sweet tooth with: gEye Candy

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geyecandy:

Satisfy your sweet tooth with: gEye Candy

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clevelandfag:

Showing a faggot just how fucked up its life can and should be

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shakboysmen:

"We knew you were a fag, coach. But we never thought you’d be a piss drinking, cum swallowing, bottom fag."

Arsenal fans are such Doms ;)

shakboysmen:

"We knew you were a fag, coach. But we never thought you’d be a piss drinking, cum swallowing, bottom fag."

Arsenal fans are such Doms ;)

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allbecauseoftheboys:

thekinkygrad:

Who doesn’t want this in their kitchen?

Sixteen months ago:
"Mr. O’Malley, you are making the right choice by investing in us to find you a houseboy for your lifestyle. The Kennington’s School of Service produces the best butlers, servants, houseboys, housegirls, and fine dining waiters in the world. Our graduates go on to work at five star restaurants, top hotels, for CEOs, celebrities, business firms, cruise liners… Like military boot camp, students here faced rigorous training and drop out rates spike in the first week, but those who succeed enjoy a 99% employment rate. And that doesn’t include our graduates working at Starbucks, I mean actual employment. We can’t keep up with the demand from China right now."
Mr. O’Malley glanced at the interpreter briefly although he was able to read most of that from Mr. Kennington’s lips. He uncrossed and recrossed his long legs and nodded. “Your reputation proceeds you, Mr. Kennington the Third. Do you have a boy that currently fits my requirements or do we wait until one comes along?” He spoke slowly and intentionally.
"An excellent question. Currently we do not have any students who are familiar with deaf culture. However, our Personalized program allows you to essentially invest and sculpt your model boy. Like Samantha our interpreter here, we have on-call, contracted teachers in everything from large animal husbandry to Tamil to SCUBA certification. We can teach your boy not only American sign language, but British sign language and any other you might desire."
"Oh really?""Oh absolutely. And it won’t end there. We will assure he receives training that is simultaneously-"Mr. O’Malley glanced at the sign language interpreter to see what that long word was, then nodded."-identical to our coursework but slanted to a deaf perspective. Focused not only verbal cues, but physical ones as well. Thanks to technology, there are now a wide range of vibrating jewelry and electric call devices so you can summon him without a sound.""I’m getting the feeling you’ve done this before."The older man nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Yes, about six years ago, for a deaf woman from Australia. Famous in the art world…an auction house, I believe.”"And the student you procured for her, he or she is still in her employ?""She is, yes. She was an art history major we found at a local college. Great leadership skills; she made a hell of an executive assistant."
"That reminds me, Mr. Kennington, if I may be so bold to ask, how do you locate students on demand?"Mr. Kennington the Third chuckles, “If you think we kidnap them from their homes or pilfer them from orphanages in third world countries, you’d be incorrect. I have scouts, but we also put up ads. We host interviews. It’s like a job offer; our clients invest in their training and the student gets a job after training is complete. Once we have it down to three potentials, you’ll receive the paperwork to approve one for training.”Mr. O’Malley nodded. “And what happens if the student goes through all that and there is incompatibility between the sponsor and the student when it comes time for the job?”"That has only happened once, but generally we refund 50% of the training investment money and put it into a savings account for student to live on until he or she is hired by another applicant. Any remaining money from that gets refunded to the client.""I see.""It discourages flakiness," Mr. Kennington explained, "At Kennington’s School of Service, the student always comes first."______________________________________________________
Modern Day:
I just moved into the house yesterday ago, and most of the kitchen things haven’t been unpacked yet besides the pantry and fridge staples. Too much else going on, including repainting the walls, waxing the wooden floors, and rearranging the furniture. It was about lunch time, and I found my new houseboy peering into the half empty cupboards trying to figure out what to do.
I didn’t need to say anything; he saw motion out of the corner of his eye and turned to me. When he saw his new Master, he assumed a standard position and waited for command. I didn’t even really need to be in here - he could handle lunch on his own - but was just so excited he was home I just looked for any reason to check in on him since I couldn’t hear him moving around.
I fell in love with him at first sight when I saw his photo in the dossier. Dimitri wasn’t deaf, but he was hard of hearing. Kennington had produced him out of thin air. He could read lips and translate for me here in New York or London, as well as do everything a houseboy is expected to do. He’d graduated with honors at Kennington after weeks of courses like cooking, accounting, gardening, and executive assisting. He also took a course in pleasure and intimacy, entirely on his own choosing. No doubt his ass helped with the judge’s decision, it was a fine piece of meat.
DImitri was an expense justified a thousand times over. I run a talent and modeling agency specializing in placing unique people with disabilities, amputations, and other restrictions in film, television, commercials, and photo shoots. I often work 50 hours a week, and can not keep a  house up at the same time. The fact that he’s also an interpreter makes me giddy - he’s completely perfect. I couldn’t wait to start entertaining in my new house. So much to do!
DImitri was watching me, wondering what I was thinking about. I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts. I signed to him: I bought you a present.
Dimitri signed back, hesitantly: I have barely been in service two days, I could not have earned a reward so soon.
No, boy, it is not a reward. It is a present to help you serve me better. I took a small box out of my back pocket, opened it, and produced a bracelet. I knelt and secured it around Dimitri’s ankle. It was made out of a rubbery latex, more of a glorified rubberband than anything. Before my houseboy could ask what it was for, I put the box back into my pocket and let my hands explain: I have a clicker in my pocket. When I press the button, the item vibrates, summoning you. You won’t have to strain to hear me call. I fished out the tool and pressed the button.
Dimitri’s face alights as the vibration radiates up his leg. He kneels to inspect it, then bows his head and raises his hands. Thank you for the amazing gift Sir. 
I bend over and cup his cheek. “I am so excited that you’re home.”He nuzzles my hand. “Happy to be in your service,” he says back. Dimitri glances up at me and signs. I’m already on my knees Sir…permission to pleasure you?I raise an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected him to be so comfortable around me already. “You want to suck me Dimitri?” I say.He nods. I consider pinching myself and wondering if I’ve gone to heaven.
And good Lord, I thought he was clever with his hands but Dimitri had one talented mouth. Oh I a keeping him. He will be mine and only mine, mine forever and ever.
____________________________________________________Text is fictional. I’m pretty sure this photo is a composite of two other photos.

allbecauseoftheboys:

thekinkygrad:

Who doesn’t want this in their kitchen?

Sixteen months ago:

"Mr. O’Malley, you are making the right choice by investing in us to find you a houseboy for your lifestyle. The Kennington’s School of Service produces the best butlers, servants, houseboys, housegirls, and fine dining waiters in the world. Our graduates go on to work at five star restaurants, top hotels, for CEOs, celebrities, business firms, cruise liners… Like military boot camp, students here faced rigorous training and drop out rates spike in the first week, but those who succeed enjoy a 99% employment rate. And that doesn’t include our graduates working at Starbucks, I mean actual employment. We can’t keep up with the demand from China right now."

Mr. O’Malley glanced at the interpreter briefly although he was able to read most of that from Mr. Kennington’s lips. He uncrossed and recrossed his long legs and nodded. “Your reputation proceeds you, Mr. Kennington the Third. Do you have a boy that currently fits my requirements or do we wait until one comes along?” He spoke slowly and intentionally.

"An excellent question. Currently we do not have any students who are familiar with deaf culture. However, our Personalized program allows you to essentially invest and sculpt your model boy. Like Samantha our interpreter here, we have on-call, contracted teachers in everything from large animal husbandry to Tamil to SCUBA certification. We can teach your boy not only American sign language, but British sign language and any other you might desire."

"Oh really?"
"Oh absolutely. And it won’t end there. We will assure he receives training that is simultaneously-"
Mr. O’Malley glanced at the sign language interpreter to see what that long word was, then nodded.
"-identical to our coursework but slanted to a deaf perspective. Focused not only verbal cues, but physical ones as well. Thanks to technology, there are now a wide range of vibrating jewelry and electric call devices so you can summon him without a sound."
"I’m getting the feeling you’ve done this before."
The older man nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Yes, about six years ago, for a deaf woman from Australia. Famous in the art world…an auction house, I believe.”
"And the student you procured for her, he or she is still in her employ?"
"She is, yes. She was an art history major we found at a local college. Great leadership skills; she made a hell of an executive assistant."

"That reminds me, Mr. Kennington, if I may be so bold to ask, how do you locate students on demand?"
Mr. Kennington the Third chuckles, “If you think we kidnap them from their homes or pilfer them from orphanages in third world countries, you’d be incorrect. I have scouts, but we also put up ads. We host interviews. It’s like a job offer; our clients invest in their training and the student gets a job after training is complete. Once we have it down to three potentials, you’ll receive the paperwork to approve one for training.”
Mr. O’Malley nodded. “And what happens if the student goes through all that and there is incompatibility between the sponsor and the student when it comes time for the job?”
"That has only happened once, but generally we refund 50% of the training investment money and put it into a savings account for student to live on until he or she is hired by another applicant. Any remaining money from that gets refunded to the client."
"I see."
"It discourages flakiness," Mr. Kennington explained, "At Kennington’s School of Service, the student always comes first."
______________________________________________________

Modern Day:

I just moved into the house yesterday ago, and most of the kitchen things haven’t been unpacked yet besides the pantry and fridge staples. Too much else going on, including repainting the walls, waxing the wooden floors, and rearranging the furniture. It was about lunch time, and I found my new houseboy peering into the half empty cupboards trying to figure out what to do.

I didn’t need to say anything; he saw motion out of the corner of his eye and turned to me. When he saw his new Master, he assumed a standard position and waited for command. I didn’t even really need to be in here - he could handle lunch on his own - but was just so excited he was home I just looked for any reason to check in on him since I couldn’t hear him moving around.

I fell in love with him at first sight when I saw his photo in the dossier. Dimitri wasn’t deaf, but he was hard of hearing. Kennington had produced him out of thin air. He could read lips and translate for me here in New York or London, as well as do everything a houseboy is expected to do. He’d graduated with honors at Kennington after weeks of courses like cooking, accounting, gardening, and executive assisting. He also took a course in pleasure and intimacy, entirely on his own choosing. No doubt his ass helped with the judge’s decision, it was a fine piece of meat.

DImitri was an expense justified a thousand times over. I run a talent and modeling agency specializing in placing unique people with disabilities, amputations, and other restrictions in film, television, commercials, and photo shoots. I often work 50 hours a week, and can not keep a  house up at the same time. The fact that he’s also an interpreter makes me giddy - he’s completely perfect. I couldn’t wait to start entertaining in my new house. So much to do!

DImitri was watching me, wondering what I was thinking about. I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts. I signed to him: I bought you a present.

Dimitri signed back, hesitantly: I have barely been in service two days, I could not have earned a reward so soon.

No, boy, it is not a reward. It is a present to help you serve me better.
I took a small box out of my back pocket, opened it, and produced a bracelet. I knelt and secured it around Dimitri’s ankle. It was made out of a rubbery latex, more of a glorified rubberband than anything. Before my houseboy could ask what it was for, I put the box back into my pocket and let my hands explain: I have a clicker in my pocket. When I press the button, the item vibrates, summoning you. You won’t have to strain to hear me call. I fished out the tool and pressed the button.

Dimitri’s face alights as the vibration radiates up his leg. He kneels to inspect it, then bows his head and raises his hands. Thank you for the amazing gift Sir.

I bend over and cup his cheek. “I am so excited that you’re home.”
He nuzzles my hand. “Happy to be in your service,” he says back. Dimitri glances up at me and signs. I’m already on my knees Sir…permission to pleasure you?
I raise an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected him to be so comfortable around me already. “You want to suck me Dimitri?” I say.
He nods. I consider pinching myself and wondering if I’ve gone to heaven.

And good Lord, I thought he was clever with his hands but Dimitri had one talented mouth. Oh I a keeping him. He will be mine and only mine, mine forever and ever.

____________________________________________________
Text is fictional. I’m pretty sure this photo is a composite of two other photos.

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choices from finnslaveboy, I chose the red ones!

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Activity #2: Shall I pick for you?

youthfuldominance:

Do you miss the simple, yet delightful joy that Sir brings to you? Did you know one of my favorite things to do with a boy is select his underwear? It reminds him of me all day. So intimate. So personal. I think it is one of the great elements of Dominance. It is not embarrassing. It is a…

It’s nice I’m not alone in enjoying this game.

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inchargedad:

Keep your boy in his proper place with a daily spanking.

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dieselpup:

WorldPride Toronto
Photography by Matthew EB Smith.

So damn sexy!

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So I visited my new boi Finn last weekend and we were both feeling like a subday afternoon nap.  

So after i hooded him and gagged him with my new Kinksters hood and tied him with the relatively small amount of rope I’d taken down with Me, we settled down for a nap, him in my arms safe and secure.

About an hour and a half later I woke up and told him to get himself out of the ropes which were not tied in a complicated manner but I was impressed that he kept the hood on throughout rather than ripping off the blindfold to see what he he was doing. This is the video

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Oh who do we have adorning My tumblr? the lovely @gkpboy

dieselpup:

wearethedogsbolloxx:

Don’t go nacked! Be a good boi and order your The Dogs BolloXX Shirt today! WRUFF!

PRE ORDER NOW!

Check it out HERE!

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masterjimsfaggot:

gotta love a hot boy all bound up

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He must have been very good to be allowed the controller.  I’d be running the game, and being frustratingly bad and not allowing him to do anything but watch me!

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