Everything began with an email and camchat-based online education.
Actually, at first it was just a BDSM role play for me because I wanted to see if I still enjoyed being a long-term slave to BDSM.
But eventually it became clear to me and my online mistress, who was seven years my senior, that we needed to go on a real date, and the first one was set up.
I fell in love with my mistress and wanted a constant relationship with her in order to serve her permanently, so it happened as it had to and as many of you slaves know.
She was initially hesitant, but after our first encounter, we saw one another almost daily, and I eventually became her true permanent slave, she being my 24-hour mistress.
I didn't mind that she was dating someone else at the time.
She used me as a 24/7 slave after getting rid of them though, so I began to spend more and more nights in her apartment.
Full slavery technically started at that point, even though none of us called it that since I was now always available to her.
Every now and then, she uses me and wakes me up at night.
I occasionally receive text messages from my mistress, who is on call around-the-clock, telling me what she wants, and I have to figure out how to fulfill her requests as soon as I can.
These are always fresh challenges for me, ones I enjoy taking on and succeeding at.
Even though my mistress has feelings for me, the roles are clear: She is and will always be my dominant mistress, and I will be her perpetual slave.
We have a 24/7 relationship that has grown and had its ups and downs, but we have also recovered from them and are even more connected as a result.
As long as I'm home, I take care of her every day from morning until night and pay her my salary, which she uses to take care of our finances together.
On the one hand, this total enslavement, in which I have no control, suits me just fine because I don't make any decisions at all—she decides what we wear at home, where we go on vacation, and even what kind of car we buy.
On the other hand, I've noticed that many people in our non-BDSM environment think I'm a loser because I allowed myself to be so "undermined," but I don't really care because I'm completely at ease living the life of a full slave.
I can only live my natural devotion in full slavery, in my opinion.
Since then, in order to prove that I am her property, I got her name tattooed on my chest.
Even if she begins to keep other slaves besides me, I will never want to serve another mistress.
Being her slave and being able to live with her makes life worthwhile for me.
Despite the fact that I have been her long-term slave, she treats me like a confidant and like a servant with whom she shares her life, and I feel respected and cared for as a person.
I've always wished for it.
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