I said I would try to get down some of my thoughts. This may not all be in a very logical fashion, but I'll do my best. I think I have managed to cope with the relative isolation and boredom fairly well. Partly I guess because it is so much punctuated by Master's frequent attention. I don't find that so much of a problem: when I've been asked about this aspect, I always find that the time goes all-too-quickly. Sure there are times when my mind suddenly slips back to the normal world/time consciousness and questions me. But, again, I found that I was being released and I didn't actually want to be. It didn't feel like 40 hours captivity. As to what goes on in my head.. sure, thoughts about work, normal life do occur, but in relative way. Worries and life's daily concerns are easily dismissed; after all, there is absolutely nothing I can do about them! My habit of nail-biting falls right off; I guess if my stress level was to be measured before, during and after, the 'during' would be very low.

When my Master has placed his the slave collar around my neck, when I am stripped, manacled and fettered and the heavy chain linking these adding its weight to these adornments, I feel calm, content and at peace. I am in my place. Another persona rules. I become enslaved, willingly and gladly, I so desperately want my wrists, ankles and neck restrained in metal; I so want the clink of the chain and its weight on my limbs. Then I settle down and accept and become reconciled to my fate for the next 40 hours or more. Within the terms agreed of my captivity, I become the property of this other man, my Master. Whatever, he wants to do to me, or declines to do, I have no jurisdiction over.

My Master has decided that I shall become not just a dungeon slave, but his dog slave. When this was first revealed, I was a little uncertain, I went along with i t- I had no choice. But I soon found out it was actually what I had come for. I enjoyed this new developing role; it felt awkward and at times, normal thoughts impinged and I find myself thinking things like "what the fuck am I doing being led around on a chain, eating out of a dog bowl and coming to heel?". Again, the role began to fall into place this second time around. I am beginning to let go of my inhibitions and behave in a more instinctive and spontaneous way.

Master likes his dogs to lick his boots. Whereas this would seem a normal domination routine; we've all done at some time and probably thought "Oh yes, here we go, boots, verbal and arse beating!" - I am actually really getting into licking Master's boots and look forward to it, doing it with gusto, not just going through the motions like I've done so many times in the past, but doing it because it feels good to be able to let go and give in to the urge to please and enjoy the pure sensuousness of doing something so humiliating so well and so enthusiastically that it becomes genuine pleasure. As well as that the more I get into it the more I am transported and lose myself; my cock gets quite hard, twitching madly! This is one of the may unique things which have happened. Master comments on it and asks me if my tail is wagging; which it usually is. Master stays a little longer and I enjoy his attentions a little longer. My disappointment when he withdraws his boot is genuine.

Similarly, I am getting into the dog bowl thing as well. I just feel like a little kid (I remember doing it when I was 1 or 2 years old copying the dog!!). I even eat doggy style when Master is not present just for the buzz. OK not every time, but often and I get a hard on sometimes as I get down on all fours, arse in the air and I can feel my nakedness as I trough. There is something very naughty but nice about getting food and drink all over my face and licking it off. God, I really like it!

When Master comes down to the dungeon, whether I am I the cage or the cell, I am now in the habit of kneeling or crouching at the bars waiting (like a good dog/slave should) for Master's attentions or instructions. Sometimes he might just be getting the bowls away or just pottering about and doesn't let me out, but he nearly always now, talks to me, pats my head, strokes my ears and, if I'm really lucky might play with my tits now that they are getting to a state where he (I think) finds them pleasing. These are little interludes, as he will go off for several hours, leaving me chained as usual. Naturally I am ecstatic if he gives me a little more attention by, for example, stroking my ears or my inner thighs and playing with my nipples which he does more and more now. On one or two occasions Master has even fondled my balls which sends me delirious. I will do anything to have Master touch my nuts let alone play with them!

When he goes away, I stay by the bars for a little while just enjoying the feeling of being left alone, naked and caged, sitting on my haunches with my dick twitching with the sheer eroticism of my situation. There is nearly always a snail trail of pre-cum dribbling out and over the cage floor or my bedding. I get down on my fours and lick it up. I love the taste of my juices and this is an opportunity not to miss. Master largely ignores these secretions.

When Master is away (which is at least two thirds or three quarters of the time) I will usually lie down and doze, day-dream, about my slavery. The feel of the manacles and fetters and the chain is a part of me. Warmed to body heat, when I become conscious of them, I realise my cock is almost continuously erect or semi-erect. In fact, during the whole captivity, apart from sleep, my cock is nearly always in this state of arousal. The stimulation is incredible and it's all I can do sometimes to keep my paws off Master's property. He has said that while I am his captive, I am his slave and dog. I am his property and he has made specific reference to my tits and genitals. Although, he had said nothing explicit, I can only assume that, as a dog slave, I have no rights to my body and that should I climax without permission, and this was found out, there may be consequences. On the other hand, I am seldom restrained in such a manner as to prevent this. Perhaps Master does not care what I do, chained in my cage.

But uncertain of this, I refrained during the 40 hours from de-spunking myself although the temptation was great and my balls bursting with it. Master did not cum, why should his dog? I certainly had an explosive orgasm when I get home though! Although I wear a standard set of combination irons and heavy iron collar most of the time; (when I am put in to sleep or just left for several hours in the cage): these irons are what Master calls 'my chains'. Occasionally I am taken out on all fours and blindfolded and other restraints placed on me. I look forward to this 'quality time', as Master spends a lot of attention on me which I obviously relish. When my chains are taken off I feel very naked and odd, but I can hear other metal objects and keys and presto, my tail wags again as Master puts my neck and wrists in the rigid collar and cuffs. Unfortunately these are a little large for me and so to prevent my wrists slipping though, Master puts handcuffs on me as well.

I have been made to lie on my back on the two occasions I have been placed in this bondage. My ankle fetters have not been removed but more chains have bound my ankles to immobilise my legs, spread-eagled. Master has then put ball weights on me and tied them off to my ankles. As you know, this sends me into ecstasy. But, this time, Master used my euphoria to work on my tits very hard over an extended period and he even put some clamps on. The pain was maddening. I bore it quite well I thought, even though the tears were forming under my blindfold. When he took the clamps off, I thought my chest would ignite. Still Master played with my raw teats and to my absolute amazement, through the burning pain, I could feel my cock fully erect and wagging - to Master's delight! I know of course that I shall have to bear this again and perhaps worse as Master knows as I now do, that I can be trained in this department and that despite my initial fear, I find I like, not the pain, but the fruits of the pain. I now understand what men mean when some men say they can come to orgasm having their tits played with. I always regret when Master tires of the game and releases me from these rigid restraints. I realise that physically they place such a strain on the limbs that they cannot be worn safely for too long, but still I fantasise about wearing them for a longer period. I find them so erotic and of course, they keep my paws off Master 's property! Some of the horniest pictures are of men in rigid bondage.

Perhaps the most significant part of this last period of captivity was when Master had me on my back on his padded bench with my legs up and wide apart, exposing my arse and with my hands chained underneath me. He shaved my chest and legs to zero, then took a wet razor and finished the job. Although I normally always keep my balls shaved and pubic hair cropped, this was a proper job. I somehow felt that at this point, Master had taken full possession of me. He had promised to do this the last time. I had not forgotten about it, and thinking of it made me horny and excited. I simply did not dare to think Master might really do it. When Master placed my chains back on me, he noticed my tail wagging again and commented about how I seemed to miss my chains. Back in my cage adorned with my chains and my new body, I felt a mix of feelings. The humiliation of being denuded as a slave should be, but pride that Master took the time and trouble to dress me to his taste. This is how my dog boy should look, he had said. He spent quite some time stroking me fondling me and playing with my bits while I crouched, pressed to the bars of the cage, cock oozing. I felt so very much now his property, as if I had been tattooed or branded. Master gave me a lot of attention, admiring his handiwork 'enjoying his property' as he put it. I felt dizzy with it, sexy, horny, humiliated, proud, happy, sad, elated - possessed.

In my chains I am safe. I am naked and vulnerable in my new dog boy skin but these chains are protection; Master's property is marked and claimed, restrained and captive and secure. The new dog is home. For the remainder of the period of captivity I kept feeling my new body, its smoothness, my absolute nakedness, the mark of the slave. I adored it; it felt wonderful and sexy - but still I didn't jack off!!

There are things which are not so pleasant, but which I have to deal with. Sometimes it is not so warm in the dungeon, despite the heater. Master provides a sleeping bag and blanket and when I get into it, I'm really very warm indeed. I just wish it was summer again so I didn't need anything extra and could just sit or lie with only my chains, naked and exposed. It seems so funny when Master comes in and I hurry to get out from under the covers! It just feels so wonderful to be naked with only the metal of my restraints and the bars of my prison between me and my captor. The heavy iron collar gets very heavy by the end of my captivity and begins to hurt my collar bone or at least the flesh surrounding it. I wonder if Master would let me wear my own collar when I'm in for a while. It is lighter and is lockable. I had this made nearly ten years ago in the hope I would find me a Master. It's taken all this time. I want to give it to Master in the hope he will see it as my permanent collar. It fits perfectly. This is what I also enjoyed about the bondage Master put me in after breakfast. He put me in my cage and then told me to lie on my back. My ankles were locked to the cage door and my wrists to the bars behind my head. This made for a very uncomfortable position and I was almost constantly trying to ease. I think Master left me for maybe an hour. But for the fact that it was getting a bit cold, I was very happy; as I love being placed in very restrictive bondage.

The manacles Master placed on me when I arrived were also different; better fitting than my combos and with a very chunky, heavy chain. He locked then to a ring in the wall of the cell and my collar was locked to the chain which is permanently hanging there. There was no way to lie down or sit, only to crouch for short periods. I could stand easily. This was also only a short time before Master came back and completed my induction into captivity. Often, I fantasise about Master putting me in a very restrictive position and leaving me for a while. Also, sometimes I wish the food was chopped into little pieces so that I had to eat all the time out of the dog bowl without using my paws.

Sometimes the temptation to jerk off is so great I wish I was in a chastity belt, so I couldn't even touch it. I woke up from a half dream which was really hot. I dreamt Master had a friend who brought his dog into the dungeon. The dog had a spiked collar which made me jealous and after the dog was shown off, he was put in my cage (I was in the cell). Master then gagged me and left us to inspect each other in silence through the bars. When they came back, we were brought out and put on leads. Master told me to inspect the new dog, so I sniffed him and licked his rear and balls and tried to get them in my mouth. Then the other dog tried to do the same to me. We ended up with each other's balls in our mouths! I sort of woke up at this point really dripping and gagging for it Ñ still I didn't touch them! I wonder if Master would ever have more than one dog slave in the dungeon at once?

After as I was lying there with my hard on feeling the irons against my limbs and the chains on my skin, I carried on the fantasy. We were put in cages and taken to a 'dog show'. Master gave me a spiked collar for the occasion which I was really chuffed about. He kept me at heel most of the time. Occasionally he had me drink some beer or water out of a bowl or nuzzle his crotch or lick his fingers. He would let strangers do the same even if their hands wondered onto my tits, and genitals, giving me an enormous wagging tail. I don't know what happened to this fantasy because I think I fell asleep againÑ The next thing was Master turning on the light. Morning. He attached the lead to my collar pulled it through and I was forced against the bars again in my now usual posture of submission. This time, after nuzzling his crotch through his combats, Master let me suck him fully and for a long while. It was gorgeous. Master's cock suits me fine; I can keep it in for ages and deep as well. My tails wag- wagging!! Breakfast like that I will take any day.

So, when the time comes to go, I don't want to. The world outside beckons again. I have to be stripped of my chains, of the protection and safety of the cage and the little world of my dungeon with its certainties and pleasures as well as its pain and confinement. I shall miss it, my new home. Until the next timeÑ

The third visit was arranged. As the time drew near, I became both excited and nervous; perhaps in the knowledge that as my Master had indicated, I was to bring my iron collar and we would take things further in my becoming his dog slave. Master's words held me. Whatever happened, I would be caged and chained. With that alone I would be content. But, a long-held, deeply ingrained fantasy or need was to be realised: Master was to accept my collar and claim me. i would be owned. My preparations were somewhat incomplete. I am clumsy with a razor and could only manage to shave my torso, cock and balls (as usual) and around the top of my thighs. Since the last visit the hair on my legs had grown, but like a light covering now. I set off nervous but elated. I entered the door and immediately went down on all fours as instructed. Ordered to strip in the hallway, I finally knelt naked before master. He ordered me to remove my collar from the bag. With the collar in front of me, he confirmed that in accepting my collar, he was taking me as his dog slave. He owned me. If I understood this and accepted, I should offer him the collar. I took it up and give it to him. I was brought to heel and in this position, at Master's right leg, the collar was locked about my neck where it remained for entire duration of my third period of captivity. My cock was pulsing, Master reached for my arse, and took my cock and balls and claimed them as his property, lest I forget. This basic fact was reinforced verbally and physically. I had no doubt now that my sexual activity was in the hands of master.

I was to learn and begin to understand that this was reality; a different reality certainly. The ritual enslavement turned me on and I relished my reality as I was led off on my lead to my home. My breath was heavy with the moment; I was dreaming: as master placed on me my ankle fetters, the manacles shoved beneath i was ordered to carry them with me into my cell. Immediately coming to my kneeling position, Master fitted the manacles outside the bars so I was effectively severely restrained. Then a leather thong was wound tightly around my cock and balls and finally around the base of my cock. It was tight and the throbbing in my entire genital region was intense. Master took my tits, my balls, my cock. He pulled and stroked, pinched and squeezed. I soared and dived. then it was tied to the bar of the cell and I was in slave heaven. Master told me he was giving me a reward, but he would see how I endured being left alone.

This was to be a theme for this period. I was left to my own devices. The discomfort of my bondage was in no way like the intensity of sensation affecting my whole groin area. The dull ache deep in inside, the throbbing and pulsing of my cock and balls. I could just see the purple head; engorged and twitching uncontrollably. Intermittent waves of ecstasy and pain settled into a pattern; my mind was becoming focused on the reality of my situation. After what seemed like an age, Master returned, again played a little, brought me almost near boiling point, then grabbed my balls and pulled up hard, forcing me to reach the extremes of my restraints. Then he left again. Three times he came and went. Each time I thought he would release me. Each time he went away, part of me groaned knowing how much was to be endured. The other part was proud and determined to discipline my mind to flow with the pain and make the best of the pleasurable spikes.

When finally he returned and eventually released me. He told me one and a half hours had passed. The thong remained around my cock and balls, as I licked with gusto master's boots. I was so happy. Happy to be this man's slave, his dog slave; happy in my chains and the simple pleasures of being.

As I lay in my cage, later; languid in my nakedness, enjoying the pleasure of the irons on my limbs and the heavy weight of chains, with the close-fit of my slave collar, now owned by my master; as he now owned me. I thought how wonderful it was; all I had to do was wait. I was not bored, I dozed a little, I dreamed a lot. Always, but always I considered my position and gave much thought to how I might now proceed to become a dog slave with which master will be pleased.

This period was to prove exceptional in so many ways, but in three specifics; 3 things happened which I had always wanted. The first was to offer to my master the iron slave collar which I had made many years ago I the hope that one day I would find someone who understood what I needed. Secondly, after waking up and being allowed to take master 's cock in to my mouth and service him, I was fitted with a chastity belt. Master ordered me into the cage with no chains on. He ordered me to face the door with my hands and ankles together and stay. He brought over a black plastic bag and I felt nervous and excited. He then pulled out a set of rigid irons for ankle and wrists. I could not believe my eyes; I was dumbstruck. My breathing got heavier, my cock twitched: how did he know? Did he know? This was such a fantasy of mine to be locked in these. Master locked me in with his usual efficiency, meeting no resistance or hesitation from me. He then explained that these are been ordered to use on me. He was going to test the limits of my endurance with these, he said. I was so deliriously happy, so stimulated, I could hardy speak my gratitude. Another dream had become reality.

These irons are very hard, the position gradually affects the elbows and shoulders, but it is bondage that also gave every part of my body a sense of restraint and in this it was highly erotic. Master came in from time to time. It certainly became a test of endurance. The mental agility is demanding and I needed to focus other than on the aching of muscles and tendons which gradually grows and gnaws at the will. I tried all sorts of movement to try and get ease. But the irons are unforgiving. The best plan is to stay still; only to stretch if possible. Avoid depleting energy. Focus on a faraway thing; use relaxation techniques or self-hypnosis to deal with the physical condition. The mind will do the rest. When once Master came in he put his hand through the cage to stroke my ears and head, his hand came within reach of my tongue and licked his hand in sheer gratitude and pleasure for this extraordinary experience of both pain and ecstasy which I was undergoing. I can well appreciate that this is an effective punishment device. Despite the fact that I managed to make it sensual in order to deal with it, I could feel the early signs in my aching elbows and shoulders of cramping. Another half hour would probably have resulted in really painful cramps. I pity those for whom this was a genuine torture: not spending mere hours, but days perhaps and their tormentor's only desire was to kill them slowly. I had a tiny glimpse into the reality of torture. I was glad I had given myself to a Master whose use of this instrument was to bring me to a fuller sense of myself as slave as well as giving him immense pleasure and satisfaction in this slave's pain and fortitude.

This endurance lasted over 3 hours, I believe master said when he released me. He told me he was pleased with me and that I was going to try to be the best dog slave. What more could a slave like me want? The final morning, Master woke me as usual with his cock to be serviced. This I did with such gusto. I enjoy master's cock like no other; I feel I can really suck expertly; I love it so much. But this time, when I took it deep, Master ejaculated and I could feel the pulse in my throat as his essence pumped into my gut. Good boy, he said. I was delighted. This I had also never done before; the magic was continuous. Master chained my collar to the cell bars and tied my cock and balls off again. He then played with me as before, except he said I had his undivided attention now. This time he used me for quite a length of time. Again, I experienced the pleasure of being used; I soared and dived again, gripped at times in the pain inflicted almost simultaneously with almost unbearable euphoria. But Master also pumped my cock, bringing me close to an orgasm, but he stopped and quietly, said, 'But you won't come, will you Boy?' I groaned my reply: 'No Sir'. A lesson to be learned was that master now controlled me in every way, including my sexual responses and potential to ejaculate. He was training me. My body belongs to him now. He may use me or not, he may or may not milk me. It is his choice to discharge me or not. I simply wait on his pleasure.

When he comes to see me, I am always pleased; a good dog is always pleased to see his master and happy if master gives even the slightest attention. My tail wags and this pleases Master. Master said he had left me for much longer periods this time. He was pleased how well I behaved; that I was so content to be simply chained and caged. It seemed to me that Master had given me a lot of attention; but then, any attention is wonderful when you are chained and caged for hours on end. Perhaps I am learning not to live this time as I would in the other reality; time as a dog slave is spent just in being there; I enjoy every minute of my captivity, of my nakedness and the metal on my body which enforces my physical enslavement. So, when shall I return?

Master also needs to know about a permanent chain collar. I think that a good quality chain with a padlock in chrome or some such; fashioned so that it is passable under an open neck shirt or T, might be best, as outside world reality needs to be taken into account. There are many such fashion neck chains and, ideally, it should strike a balance between being a item which the casual observer would regard as jewellery and being a reminder to me of the reality it symbolises. Neither should it be so weighty or imposing as to arouse unwanted curiosity from work colleagues, or resentment from my partner. This may be difficult to achieve fully and I would not wish to make matters complicated. I will shop around to get an idea of things. But, I am delighted that Master wishes me to wear his collar always. This truly has become an adventure of body and mind. The next encounter may be for much longer. Master has spoke about a week. I certainly feel that 48 hours is not enough time. It's hard to arrange, but I need to do something like this. A five day block is what I would try to engineer, over a weekend and a few days (Friday - Tuesday inclusive). Perhaps Master will require me before then in which case a standard period may be in order.

So much happened this time. I have found a home for my deep sexual reality. I can now become the slave I always wanted to be, but value added - I am now a dog slave, something I had never imagined, let alone understood as one of my needs. I have my second home and a very understanding master, to whom I am grateful for giving me the opportunity to live out this need as a reality.

chainedmale 1998/9