A Slave First

I am a service slave. That is who I am and what I am. I serve my owner to make his life more enjoyable and comfortable. That is my purpose in life. My needs are secondary to what He needs and wants from me.

This has been on my mind since I fell down a rabbit hole of some amazing writing from Lucci Ferri  - Posting a serialized story of a woman named Maria, who discovers that her freedom can be found in service and that obedience can open many doors.

Even Master has read the 13 chapters so far. (Is it Wednesday yet?) He doesn't read anything not business-related, so I know He likes it!

Questions About Flashbacks

In the story, Maria is working at a fancy resort and loving the opportunity to immerse herself in its rules and rhythms. How she dresses, how you greet or don’t greet a guest. How the guests are wealthy and used to being pampered, and how the staff is not much more than objects there to perform for them. That hierarchy of guest vs staff.

There, she meets Marc, who works for a company that seeks people who live to serve others in a well-regulated, well-trained environment.

This is where I had the most erotic flashbacks of my journey down this rabbit hole I call my slave life. Discovering my untapped need to be used to serve men.

The fact that so many men (boy?) in my past never caught on to who I was and what I could do for them, beyond doing their laundry and giving them blowjobs, makes me smile at their losses.

Then I ran into the man who became my Master, followed by me surrendering myself to him, making him my Owner. He made my fairytale come true. Even if I didn't know it was my fairytale yet.

Yes, he was good lucking and successful. But that’s not what I fell in love with. I fell in love with the structure he offered me. Even if I didn't know that's what really turned me on (yet).

That first night, telling me to get naked in the parking lot of a Denny’s in front of all his friends. It’s the fact that He wanted it and did not back down. It was “take it or leave it,” so I got naked, letting the world see this flabby, overweight. big-boobed girl on a vacation. I was smiling every wet and wonderful minute.

We both agreed later that this was not going to be a husband-wife/girlfriend-boyfriend relationship. It was Him, Master, me, His slave.

That first night, when he walked me through His house. Telling me that IF I stay, this is what he expects. That is for Him to wake up in the morning and to find HIS house looking exactly as it is now.

I was not allowed to ask him to let me sleep with him until it was clean and orderly. He showed me where the cleaning supplies are and how to use the dishwasher. (structure, duty, my box)

It was my choice to stay and be his slave or leave and never come back again. Deal, or No Deal. His life would go on without me. I was in love from that moment on!

For me, I never had a man turn down or complain about my blowjobs. They were always thankful there was a woman who would suck their cock without negotiating or complaining.

Not Him. I needed to work on my sucking skills, and He was going to teach me how HE wanted His cock sucked.

Everything was to His standards.

There have been times I was asked if I would have the same reaction to a man who wasn't that good-looking or that successful.

I have learned that a good master is one who knows himself and knows what he wants. A man who stands tall in the stirrups and carries himself like he owns the world around Him. Speak softly but carry a big flogger!

My owner had given me to friends and associates for days at a time, and I enjoyed every minute of being their house slave, maid, cook, errand slave, and cumbucket. It wasn’t them that got me wet, it was how they used me that turned me on. Made me smile.

I live to be used

For many years, there were three old oilmen from Texas who stayed at a condo here in Vegas for ten days during the National Finals Rodeo. I was theirs to use as they wanted the entire ten days.

These were three men who truly looked like they were in the ’60s and ’70s. Shriveled up cock and all. But they used me very well. I cleaned their condo naked, cooked their meals, gave blowjobs (or tried), and washed them in the shower almost every day.

Being old cowboys, they could throw a paddle like nobody else and beat my ass on a regular basis. Then, with the help of a blue pill would fuck me rough and walk away or tell me to go sleep on the couch.

On occasion, I would get them a paid escort for the night. They would go out for dinner and a show, and I stayed at the condo. They would come back, smiling. Thanking me, then left me as they went to sleep. No guilt, no apologies. I was just there for them to use as they wanted.

And I was wet and wanting the entire ten days. Again, it wasn't them; they were in no way sexy or rugged, they were old, and they looked old. But they Used Me for their pleasures, and that was why I enjoyed it.

Master Chase is like my late Owner in his desire for obedience. But he is more of a sadist than my Owner was. I enjoy that about Him, my life is operated entirely by him. Very little room for doubt, and everything I do is directly tied back to Him and what He wants or expects from me.

Master spent time and energy teaching his slave to be a better slave for him. I am HIS slave. He didn’t have to do that. Like most “doms” I have met, he could have gone with: standard-issue “Master speaks, slave obeys.” But he didn’t.

He taught me how he wants his coffee, his shower. How he wants his slave to serve him sexually, and how to behave when I am shared with others. But he did, and I enjoy that. Knowing my boundaries. Knowing his expectations.

Yes, I am punished when I fail my Master for even the littlest things. I don't like being punished. It means that I have failed Him or done something to upset Him, and I feel worse than any beating could make me.

But that also means I went outside my perimeter, my box. Something I knew I should not have done, and I deserve to be punished. He did what I needed him to do. Punishment resets me. If that makes sense.

On that note, I am always happy to use my experience to help others discover their submission and to help them become the best submissive or slave that they can be. This is my life; your mileage will vary. But it’s YOUR life. Live it.

So I am looking forward to the next chapters of the story and hope you at least take a look at it and let me know what you think.

Love Always,
Bitch Slave

P.S.
My Family leaves in a couple of days. After they leave, I will do an update.