Over the past 18 months, Master has trained his slave to become a slut and whore he's proud of. The journey has not been easy. I've challenged him constantly. Mainly, there are aspects of my personality that are not submissive. To say that we've clashed is an understatement. Mater's ways and desires are new to... Continue Reading →
Master’s plaything
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Master’s treat for his slave
Master’s ringtone pierced the silence in the room. My heart quickened. My mind settled. My body taut ready for what instruction I might find when I opened his text. Call me. I set my coffee cup on the table beside me and muted the news show. I touched the call button, anticipation filling me as... Continue Reading →
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Master’s and my Opinion are the Only Ones that Matter
As I write the words, obedient slave, my pussy throbs, and I feel myself getting wet. While I open this post with this note, that isn't what I plan to discuss Being obedient to Master has its own rewards. As noted above. I've also written how freeing it is. As I complete my assignments, whatever... Continue Reading →
This week’s last writing on the mindset of this slave
I went back over my posts for this week. I have spent a lot of time discussing my submission mindset. My focus constantly being on Master. My vanilla friends and if you are reading my blog and are appalled knowing I've given up all control to a man, I hope you continue to read though... Continue Reading →
A full day for this slave
My day began before six a.m. Master woke me as he sometimes does. We talked about fun things, nothing important, and a few things he wanted me to do today. I have been busy ever since, and at this late hour, I now have time to write today's post. No matter what we do, I... Continue Reading →
Day Three in the week of my life: This slave’s mindset
I thought a long time today about what I wanted to discuss. I am working for Master, so writing scintillating comments of the men I've played with so far was at the top of my list. One man in particular, we chatted online, got into the writing of sex. His lips brushing against my breasts,... Continue Reading →
