• Although you may be an emotionally dead man walking thru life mostly alone, you are not lonely. You have a constant companion from combat – Death.
• I am working from home one day this coming week too and am looking forward to the prospect of dressign appropriately again already. Incidentally, i got my haircut.

Parkway Rest Stop » Fort Holabird or the Twilight Zone? The trip from Fort Dix to Baltimore lasted approximately three hours. It had occurred to me that it was the first time in eight weeks that I actually was sitting in a relatively comfortable seat. In basic training, there are virtually no chairs.

True, one sits in training rooms and in the mess hall, but those chairs are built for function, not for comfort. Sitting on a bunk is just not the same as sitting in a real chair. I wonder if today I would find a seat on Greyhound bus quite as wonderful as it seemed then. More importantly, however, the trip meant three hours alone – away from other soldiers and drill sergeants for the first time in more than eight weeks. It had been easy to forget that the world did not stop at the Fort Dix gates, but rather it was humming along quite nicely.

2,001 Comments » Enjoyed your site. Brought back memories of my posting back in 1955(spent entire time at Ft. Holabird-55 thru 57)with the Headquarters Company.

The tiny island of civilian life on the Greyhound bus gave me three hours to stare out the window and think about the past eight weeks, about my life prior to those eight weeks, and how strange it seemed that things I had nothing to do with and had no control over placed me on this bus headed south to some damned place no one seemed to know anything about. Once in Baltimore, I dragged my jam- packed duffel bag off the bus, and asked a few people where I could catch the bus to Fort Holabird. One person said, “I heard of Fort Meade, but I really don’t know anything about Fort Holabird. Are you sure you don’t mean Fort Meade?” A couple other people were equally as ignorant about Fort Holabird. I thought Christ, these people live here, and they never heard of the place? What the hell…???

Finally, I asked the information person at the bus terminal, who mercifully knew what bus I should take to get to this mystery military post. Shortly thereafter, duffel bag and I boarded the local bus that would take us to the base. I asked the bus driver to let me know when we got to Fort Holabird. No problem,” he said. I was more than a little relieved to confirm that I was on the right bus and that the driver actually knew where the damned place was.

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The uniform again provoked stares, smiles and glares from the other passengers. By this time, I was becoming accustomed to it. Besides, I was tired, and I just wanted to get to wherever the hell I was supposed to be.“Here’s the base, son,” the driver said, as he stopped the bus by the gate, in front of a guardhouse.

I struggled with the duffle bag down the bus aisle and thanked the driver as I turned to step off through the bus doors. As I got off the bus, I was horrified to see an MP (military policeman) looking at me and walking at a brisk pace from the guardhouse in my direction. Oh hell. Here it comes. He was a tall, staff sergeant, the same rank as my drill sergeant. I didn’t think it possible, but the MP looked even more frightening than the drill sergeants I had just spent eight weeks with.

He was wearing the white MP helmet and a black MP armband. His trousers were bloused over his spit- shined airborne boots, and he wore a 4. I braced myself for what I was certain would be a ration of shit about something or other I was not doing right. Before I could say that I was reporting for duty (that’s what one is supposed to say), he said, “Hi. You need help with that bag?”I said, “Pardon me?” What did he say?? He repeated, “How ya doing? You look like you could use some help with that bag.”I was speechless.

I could only nod my head in the affirmative, something that would have unleashed a torrent of invective from a drill sergeant about the importance of “sounding off like you got a pair!”The MP looked at me for a moment, and I thought, OK, let the hollering begin. He didn’t holler; He said, “You look beat,” and he effortlessly tossed my duffel bag over his shoulder and carried it to the guardhouse.

He set it down and asked, “Where on the base are you headed?” Still in shock, I told him that I had no idea where I was headed. I just knew that I was ordered to come here. He smiled – he actually smiled – and said, “No problem. Let me take a look at your orders.”He took a quick look at the orders and said, “O.

K. The building you have to report to is about a quarter mile down this street on the right side – big brick building – you can’t miss it. When you get there, ask for Sergeant Perez. He’ll get you squared away.” I thanked him and began walk in the direction he had indicated.

The MP shouted behind me, “Wait!” I thought, OK, I knew that this was too good to be true – this must be some kind of trap. Now, the hollering will begin. Watch Bloodsport 2 Online. I turned in his direction and said, “Yes?” He said, “It’s really too far for you to walk with that bag. I’ll have someone drive you.” OK, Jimbo, this must be some kind of a Twilight- friggin’- Zone thing. There is no way that white- helmeted, bloused- trousered, pistol packin’staff sergeant MP just said that he would get me a ride because it was too far for me to walk with a heavy bag. But, that’s what he said.

The MP got on the phone, and in a minute or two a corporal appeared in an Army car and said, “You the guy who needs a ride? Hop in.”. During the short ride to my destination, I couldn’t think of anything to say to the corporal, other than to thank him for the lift. Here’s the barracks building” he said. Sergeant Perez should be in the orderly room. He’ll check you in.”I found the orderly room, and, just as promised, Sergeant Perez was there. He was a sergeant- first class (three stripes up and two rockers). Again, I found myself thinking that it was absolutely impossible for a sergeant- first- class to be anything other than mean and ornery.

When I entered the room, breathless from having lugged the bag up the stairs, Sergeant Perez looked up from the papers on his desk, and said, “Yes? What can I do for you?” Wait a minute. This is the way civilized people speak. Sergeants don’t talk this way. What in Christ’s name is going on here?“I’m reporting for duty, sergeant.”“Oh, you must be one of the new students. You’re a little early, but that is not a problem.” Did he say “students?”I could no longer contain myself.

I blurted out, “What is this place?”“You don’t know?” the sergeant said.“No I don’t, and I have not been able to find anyone who knows anything about this place.”“This is the United States Army Military Intelligence School.”I stood there in silence trying to process it all.

The temperature in London has been rising these past few days with a mini heatwave and then, last night, spectacular thunderstorms and lightning. The change in the weather mirrored a change in status for yours truly, from locked in chastity to unlocked - and then permitted to cum.

On Thursday after work Owner instructed me to remove my chastity device and allow my little clit some time unconstrained in its tight little cage. It was the first time it had been unlocked and allowed out at all since early January. It was quite strange to suddenly be able to see and touch it again. Needless to say though there was to be no touching of a masturbatory type allowed. Friday passed without incident in my newly released state but then Saturday morning i was awoken with a surprise from Owner. As i lay in a semi- awake (in both ways) state in bed She began to gently fondle and caress me, including caressing my now unlocked clit. Then She took the pair of Japanese clover clamps that always hang from the bed post, for just such a purpose, and clamped my nipples, placed Her knickers over my head with the crutch positioned just under my nose so that i inhaled the sweet scent of Her sex, before taking Her vibrator out of the bedside table drawer, straddling my backside and riding Herself to a battery- powered orgasm.

She then turned me over and started to rub Herself up and down along the shaft of my clit whilst continuing to pleasure Herself with Her vibrator. Needless to say, i was soon highly aroused, thrusting my hips up and down and rubbing the shaft of my engorged clit across the entrance to Her sex (i am never under any circumstances permitted to actually enter Her).

Owner continued to pleasure Herself with Her vibrator and soon the combination of the sensation of my rubbing myself against Her sex and feeling the vibrations of Her dildo echo through me were too much. With my orgasm returned the unfamiliar state of post- orgasm tiredness and sleepiness on my part, to the extent that it wasn't long before Owner was forced to remark that She was regretting having let me cum at all. It was an off hand remark by Her but part of me wonders whether She might change Her mind and opt to keep me in long- term denial in future. We definitely both agree that i function better when maintained in that state.

It being the weekend also meant that there have been more treats in store for me, namely being handed glasses of Her delicious piss to drink each day. As this is a bank holiday weekend it has also meant i have enjoyed three glasses of Her wonderful nectar rather than the usual two i get on a normal weekend. The glass i had yesterday was particularly noteworthy.

It was almost hot to the touch and tasted warm and wonderful. Her wine like this. As Saturday was a hot day (Owner does not like the heat) we went to the cinema and watched a lovely Finnish film about Syrian asylum seekers called The Other Side of Hope. It is only on a limited release but if it is on near to you we would both recommend it, it is a slow and delightfully observed film with some great comic moments and a hilarious cast of characters. Then yesterday we spent the day in Kew Gardens in London.

We last went to Kew over three years ago and it was lovely to go back and spend the day wandering around the gardens and the woods. However, to be honest the biggest challenge i faced that day was going up the treetop walk, a walkway that wends its way around the tops of some of the trees. Owners' frozen shoulder is finally starting to recover. It has been a horrible experience for Her but She has been back working full time for a while now and we have also booked ourselves some holidays (Norway and Denmark) so in the coming months i will hopefully be reporting back on our resumed adventures abroad. Oh, and one last thing. Owners financial domination of me is now complete. About two weeks ago the process of closing my bank account and transferring everything across into the joint account She controls was completed.

It was quite a step to take but one i am really pleased we did. My salary now gets paid direct to this joint account and the only bank account i now have of my own is the one into which my monthly allowance of £1. So Owner now controls every aspect of my finances and is free to spend my salary as She chooses, whereas i of course, cannot.

This is a major change and one that i would not advise anyone enter into unless they are 1. Owner's domination and control of me. Sorry for the lengthy post, there was quite a lot to update on.