At home, my uniform basically consists of my chastity device (which is on 24/7), a leather collar, and leather wrist and ankle cuffs. That's it. Sometimes, my Masters may have me keep on my jock, or my socks and shoes or boots, depending on Their aesthetical tastes that day, but in general, I'm kept, well...naked.
When I enter Their home, I immediately go to the designated room and strip out of my clothes, donning the specified restraints. Once I am properly clad, I get right to work. My first task is to go through the house and pick up any trash that I see. I also keep my eye out for any dirty dishes that need to go to the kitchen or dirty clothes that need to go into the hamper. I then start any laundry that needs to be done, make the bed, and start washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen cabinets. Every couple visits, I sweep the floors and dust. During this time, I try to look for anything else that may need to be done. I also make sure both of my Masters have drinks and are comfortable.
After my work is all done, I go to Master J and begin rubbing His feet. Obviously, if I am given any other orders at any other time, I obey without hesitation. I am a servant. I recognize the power exchange and I welcome my Masters' control.
As you can see, slavery is not all about sex and being tied up. I mean, I'm not going to a lie; I crave my Masters' cocks like you wouldn't believe! Both of them. Can't get enough. I dream about them.
...I think I'm getting off-topic. Slavery isn't all about sex.
I think some people get turned off once they see the actual day to day life of a slave. It's not all bondage, whips, and chains. It's certainly not about my sexual needs. It is only about how well I serve my Masters and make Their lives easier. On weekends, I am sometimes kept overnight. I sleep in a closet, on the floor, in the playroom. This is also where I imagine I will be put away when my Masters would like Their alone time.
So far, these are the rules and protocols under which I live. I understand that at any time my Masters may add to this and, regardless of difficulty or humiliation, I will assimilate them into my routine. I long to be owned, and obviously, that means that I would have no more choice in my service. My Masters would then have full control over every aspect of my life. Because of this, I try my best to prove myself to my Masters now. I try to prove that I can follow orders and be a good slave to Them. And that not only am I happy to worship and obey Them, but that I have a deep need to do so.
When I enter Their home, I immediately go to the designated room and strip out of my clothes, donning the specified restraints. Once I am properly clad, I get right to work. My first task is to go through the house and pick up any trash that I see. I also keep my eye out for any dirty dishes that need to go to the kitchen or dirty clothes that need to go into the hamper. I then start any laundry that needs to be done, make the bed, and start washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen cabinets. Every couple visits, I sweep the floors and dust. During this time, I try to look for anything else that may need to be done. I also make sure both of my Masters have drinks and are comfortable.
After my work is all done, I go to Master J and begin rubbing His feet. Obviously, if I am given any other orders at any other time, I obey without hesitation. I am a servant. I recognize the power exchange and I welcome my Masters' control.
As you can see, slavery is not all about sex and being tied up. I mean, I'm not going to a lie; I crave my Masters' cocks like you wouldn't believe! Both of them. Can't get enough. I dream about them.
...I think I'm getting off-topic. Slavery isn't all about sex.
I think some people get turned off once they see the actual day to day life of a slave. It's not all bondage, whips, and chains. It's certainly not about my sexual needs. It is only about how well I serve my Masters and make Their lives easier. On weekends, I am sometimes kept overnight. I sleep in a closet, on the floor, in the playroom. This is also where I imagine I will be put away when my Masters would like Their alone time.
So far, these are the rules and protocols under which I live. I understand that at any time my Masters may add to this and, regardless of difficulty or humiliation, I will assimilate them into my routine. I long to be owned, and obviously, that means that I would have no more choice in my service. My Masters would then have full control over every aspect of my life. Because of this, I try my best to prove myself to my Masters now. I try to prove that I can follow orders and be a good slave to Them. And that not only am I happy to worship and obey Them, but that I have a deep need to do so.
My favorite protocol is that whenever I walk into a room that a slave is already in, the slave must immediately bow down, forehead to the floor, hole up and legs spread. it not only humiliates them, but it keeps them alert to My movement in the house.
ReplyDeleteThank You very much for Your comment, SIR. That may be something my Owners may consider one day. Even if they do not require it, perhaps it would be a respectful thing for me to do now and then, as a gesture of my extreme submission to Their wills. Thank You, Sir.
ReplyDeleteOoh I like that one Sir Patrick. :) I also like being made to show off for a dom's friends that way.
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