My 1st year in slavery
November 1, 2016
i am so excited and pleased to tell Y/you, i have begun my 2nd year in bondage and consensual slavery. Master has been so good to me and i am so grateful to be His property. i realize my station in life is to serve and obey Master Robert until the day He decides to sell me (which i hope He never does but as a slave, i accept this is a possibility). i do not live my life in fear of being sold but with the happiness of being owned.
This past year has been more than i had hoped it would be. my teenage fantasy of becoming a submissive slave in bondage has become a reality. i have been trained by Master to serve Him and whomever He may wish to use me in whatever way They want. i am so pleased to be used by Master and others for Their pleasure. In giving myself to Master and to whomever He may wish to use me, i gain the pleasure and satisfaction to know my training is for Them.
As i reflect on this past year, i have learned so much about myself, my sexuality, my career as a Registered Nurse and my life with slave bonni as my partner. All this thanks to the Ownership of Master Robert. Before my submission into slavery, i thought i knew all there was to know about this wonderful lifestyle. Little did i realize what it was to be given to others for Their use. Before entering slavery, i had given myself to many others (male & female) for fucking me but it was always for my pleasure, i didn't realize the satisfaction of being given to others for Their pleasure. i have experienced the bite and sting of the flogger, whip, cane, crop, paddle and enlarging my asshole for the pleasure of Others as it would give me in return.
i am grateful to Master Robert for teaching me so much more than being a proper slave. Master has increased my value by teaching me such things as music appreciation and dance from The Electric Slide to Waltz, from self defense in Martial Arts to defensive knife fighting, table manners and proper etiquette to basic mechanic's and car care. Master has a 1962 Chevy Impala Super Sport with a 396 ci engine and not only can i tune it, i can drag race it. As i have said many times, Danica Patrick may be a better race car driver but i can run those gears just as good as she can. Master (and slave veronica) are teaching me the art of cooking and baking. Master has taught me to shoot a shotgun, rifle and pistol. He has encouraged me to complete all the training courses and paperwork for my pistol permit and as soon as i turn 21, submit my application for a concealed carry permit.
There is so much more to being a slave than just being tied to a whipping post and having pins whipped off your body. Perhaps there are some in slavery who want nothing more than to be used in this way, i guess i'm lucky to have such a loving Owner who wants me to be able to take care of myself in any circumstance i am confronted with. i wish every true slave could be as fortunate as i am to be owned by such a loving and caring Owner as Master Robert.
i know my slave training is never done and with the accomplishments i have made in my first year, i look forward to this next year and the rest of my life in bondage and for whatever slavery holds for me. i enjoy being used in any way for the pleasure of Master and Others that They may do with me and however They want to use me. After all, it is my pleasure too.
Now, about my weekend:
Friday, October 28, '16
As i had classes on my actual anniversary and the next day of submission into slavery, my celebration party began on this night. It was a typical night of debauchery with slaves and Owners of O/our lifestyle group. The highlight of the evening to honor my achievement was when i was shackled and cuffed behind my back and donned a full open mouth hood with the eyes sealed.
First, i was given 27 cocks and cunts to suck and identify. i got nine right and of those i guessed wrong, i was given 10 strokes of the flogger on my back for each incorrect guess. Each Owner of the cocks or cunts was allowed to flog me. i knew where i'd made my mistakes because i could tell who by the way They were flogging me. Imagine my bliss when saying 180 times, "Thank You Master/Sir/Mistress. i must confess, i knew slave bonni's cunt as she slipped a lifesaver into her cunt for me to taste and recognize.
Saturday, October 29, '16
The debauchery continued for another night of pleasure for both Owners and slaves. On this night, Master introduced me to a new torture implement He designed and constructed just for this occasion. i was so flattered He named this implement "melissa". What it is, is a RACK with 4 independent ropes, 1 for each arm and 1 for each leg. They would work alone or together or on the same side or opposing sides. To make it more special, as the ropes tightened forcing the victim to stretch, a small barrel (the size of a nail barrel) like you might find in a Cracker Barrel Restaurant craft section would extend into the small of the victims back. The more the ropes tightened, the more the barrel extended. i was "melissa's" first victim. As the first, i would not yell mercy or RED. It hurt so good but i would not cry out. Then, as i defied "melissa", my back was arched and protruding perhaps 8 to 10 inches above the flat bed of the rack, Master used a crop on my torso and thighs. i just looked into His eyes and smiled as i said "Thank You Master" with each stroke of the crop. Other slaves couldn't wait to try "melissa" to see if it were as easy as i made it out to be. i was told by all, they were impressed with my endurance.
Sunday, October 30, '16
Master took slave veronica and i to Salvatore's Italian Gardens in Buffalo (Depew), NY for an elegant 5 star dinner. This is why i was trained at formal dining. This place is so beautiful and like nothing i've ever seen in my life. At the end of the main course, you're given hot towels for freshening. i am so proud to be Master's property, i wore my white posture collar to show everyone i was Master's. The collar contrasted beautifully with my blue sequin dress. W/we enjoyed a wonderful dinner and ride home and visit to celebrate my first year as Master's.
Monday,October 31, '16
Halloween Night.
Imagine, 1 year a slave and i'm so happy. Tonight, this year, it was about the little Halloweener's and their candy. It was a well fucked and very well used weekend, a beautiful and elegant dinner and back to school and the books.
Thank You Master for such a delicious weekend and celebration of my life. i wouldn't trade a thing. i am so happy with my life as Your property.
slave melissa
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