Four hours of total sensory deprivation bondage for him again yesterday. I seem to be addicted to this style of torture of him!! It was Nurse Nasty style this time. Those many of you who have read my journals will know, in detail, what that means for poor bitch-boy. (Yes there were lots of applications of Deep Heat embrocation cream after the pores of the little object had been opened nicely with a, so hot flannel.)
One of the many treats I subjected bitch-boy to on one of my visits to him was when I used the syringe with a pencil sized nozzle to feed my nectar down into his funnel gag. Laying on his back, with no pillow, he struggles to swallow the ‘sweet’ tasting nectar. I found I enjoyed his frantic swallowing and his almost panic-state that he might choke, just as much as inflicting the taste and degradation I was subjecting him to. I portioned out the syringe squeezes to be generous enough so that he struggled and panicked each time I delivered a fresh jet of nectar. It was such a power rush, I just had to ‘attend’ to myself after a while. I still seem to be getting worse with what I find stimulating. Never mind.