September 2. 2059

After a quiet night, Matt woke next to Sir Luke in the master bed for the first time.  Luke appeared to "sleep" or to feign sleep or to make human-like sleepish sounds and movements, though he didn't snore (yay!).

Matt undid the restraints around his ankles so he could pee.  He usually needed to sit to pee while wearing a chastity ( Read more... )

His first one-on-one session with Sir Luke had been deep and difficult, although competently managed, with sufficient aftercare and open communication.  Usually after a BDSM session like that, Matt would either never see the guy again, or weeks would go by before another intense session.  Because people have jobs, and lives, and sometimes other ( Read more... )

As Luke comforted Matt in the master bed, his boy slowly calmed down.  The combination of competent aftercare and endorphins did what they're supposed to do, after a strenuous BDSM session.

Matt hit his deepest relaxation point after about 20 minutes of snuggles and soft reassurances, but then Luke sensed a reversal, with heartbeat and breathing ( Read more... )

But, while Matt was in the bathroom preparing for another night in partial bondage next to his Sir, Tate received a call from Marco -- asking him to start work the next day.  Marco Prime (his name is now Alessio) has already been wiped, they're trying to assemble the full team, they need people to start work ASAP.  Tate had already taken time to ( Read more... )

August 31, 2059

Tate agreed to accept the job!  But he doesn't want to start until two weeks from tomorrow (today is a Sunday).  He's waiting to hear whether that start date is acceptable.  He doesn't know whether Marco Prime has been wiped yet or not, but he does know he won't be the only person on the development team, that there will be shift ( Read more... )

August 29, 2059

Having Matt sleep inverted on the bed meant he kicked Tate in the face or head a few times during sleep.  In the morning, Tate ordered Matt to drill two velcro ankle shackles into the headboard where Matt's pillow would normally lie, "Do it now, get whatever you need and do it now."  From now on Matt would sleep with his feet ( Read more... )

August 28, 2059

Tate's on his way back to Matt's house, riding in a car.  Tate had told Matt to have Alex lock up Matt's cock while Tate was away.  Then Tate had told Alex to "have his way" with Matt in the dungeon while Tate was gone, but don't let Matt have an orgasm.  Tate is doing pretty well at sliding into an open relationship as Matt's Sir ( Read more... )

When I began modeling the Cum Deck, I figured an exact model would be impossible; I figured the interactions between the random orderings of the cards would allow me to estimate odds, but not determine the odds of a given deck configuration.  But after repeated tinkerings with my spreadsheet, I think I've finally created an exact model, and it is a ( Read more... )

That evening, Matt made dinner, as Tate had made lunch -- Tate had sent down a portion of the caesar salad for Matt to eat in his studio.  While Matt was cooking, they made small talk, which was no small feat given all that had happened recently.  As they talked, Tate finally checked his email, and logged into his YouTube channel.

"They voted ( Read more... )

When Dax and I reach the elementary school grounds, I remove his leash, and usually I don't put it back on, he gets to roam the playground off-leash, and walk back home on the sidewalks off-leash.

It's so transgressive.  One time a man yelled at me to leash my dog.  Seriously!  Yelled!  From far away!

But Dax is well behaved.  He waits for me to ( Read more... )