Finding Me Pt6

Life is in the details

(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier posts!)

As His slave, He made it clear that I would, over time, learn to love humiliation, that I would learn to love helping him pleasure his girlfriends.

Also, he had no room for jealousy. I know he will have girlfriends, and he will tell me about them—not that he had to, but he would. If he saw any jealousy in me, I would be punished.

I live by His rule

He told me he’s not big on rules. When the first one is “Obey,” there really isn’t much need for more. However, just to be clear, These were his primary rules:

Rule 1) I obey or accept my punishment

Rule 2) I am naked at all times we are in private, here or elsewhere. Except when around family and people not in the know

Rule 4) I will work constantly to keep the house, car, and anything else he owns spotless and in working condition, including his slave.

Rule 5) When allowed, I will wear only clothing that keeps my holes open and available. No bra or panties except for work or special occasions and only with permission.

Rule 6) I will serve anyone he tells me to serve in any capacity he wants me to. The purpose of me serving them is to please Him. This would be sexual as well as domestic.

Rule 7) Slave will only use the slave bathroom unless told otherwise. Do not use the master bathroom without permission.

Rule 8) Slave is the lowest thing on the household totem pole. Nobody would be below me.

Just FYI: Punishment would always be immediate or as close to immediate as He can.

Asking about the pool and what he did for a living. He had a successful pool cleaning business and, after a couple of days, invited me to ride along. Of course, even in his work truck, my top was down, my boobs were out, and my bare ass was on the towel on the seat.

I found a unique joy in being used but not being noticed. Here I was, topless and pussy open for him to use any time. Most of the time, he ignored me. He had work to do. He knew if he felt like fucking me, he could. But he didn’t.

He really enjoyed stopping at a fast food drive-thru, getting himself lunch and watching the reaction of the window person seeing this fat chick with big saggy boobs out for anyone to see. (if it was a minor, I was covered) He would also get a little something for me to eat later. We would drive to a park. He would sit in his truck and eat his lunch while I was kept busy sucking His cock. His cum was my reward, as well as my lunch.

At that time, Phoenix was growing; many new neighborhoods were not fully built yet, so it had a lot of places for privacy. When he found one of those, we ate outside at a table. He sat at the table, and I knelt at His side. I knelt. He ate his meal, I sucked his cock, not knowing if anyone was watching us.

As he told me, it was his job to keep me safe; it was my job to trust him that his commands would be followed and that I need not worry about getting arrested! Nothing else. It was exciting and wonderful to be free like that.

He would ignore me while He ate and even made some business calls and an occasion call to a friend to let them know I was still there and I was sucking his cock.

I almost forgot; he hated it when I referred to myself as fat. He hated that word! He said that I was fluffy. Taking me as His slave, he didn’t expect a beauty queen. I was a slave to him. So I could lose weight, and he wanted me to lose weight. I was 250 pounds. If I gained weight over a two-day period, I would be punished.

Why Me

Towards the end of my time, I asked him the burning question. Why Me? He was a very handsome man who could have his choice of any woman in the room. So why me?

He first told me that we really need to work on my outlook. Yes, he could have any woman in the room. He knows that. And he will. But they won’t be his slave. They will be his lover.

He wants to come home to his home, his castle, and not have to worry about pleasing her, entertaining her, or doing all that couple stuff. He has that out “there.” In his home, he can relax; he has a slave who will do anything he tells her to do.

It's not that there won't be any affection or love involved; it will just be at a different level. He will protect his slave from harm, keep her safe, and let her grow as a slave under his command.

Finally, he never realized there was someone who was like him but the opposite. A woman who wanted to be a slave first and a woman last. He loved my desires, my sense of humor, and that I love being used. I was always happy being told how to pleasure him. I never took it as a job or something I did just because I was told to do it.

“Do you know how many times I told myself that I pushed you too far? I crossed that line; she would freak out and call a cab for herself and the sheriff on me. But you did not.”

I smiled.

“I do have a slave name for you. Bitch slave”

Bitch slave?

He explained. When he was growing up in the city, his best cousins lived on a farm in Kentucky. He would visit them in the summer and fall. They had these coon hounds; They even gave him one to hunt with.

The dog was a female, a bitch in dog terms. To him, she was the friendliest dog he ever had. She was very loyal and very obedient. She always slept at his feet and followed him around. Like me.

When she was on her leash as they went out on the hunt, she pulled like she was pulling a truck. She was so focused on her duty that she never stopped until she had found what she was looking for. That was like me.

He could kick her away, send her to the barn cage or do whatever he would do to her, and she always came back, happy to lay at his feet, like me.

I am Bitch slave!

The Worst Day in My Life

The most painful day in my adult life was going to the airport and saying goodbye.

Before going to the airport, he had me give myself an enema. Then he laid me across the bed and beat my ass with a wooden paddle. Why? He’s the master and does whatever he wants to his slave, that’s why. He reminded me that I am there for his pleasures, not mine.

Then he fucked me in the ass for the first time. It hurt as much from his size as it did from the paddling. But I found myself leaking like a broken pipe between the legs.

After fuckiing my ass and getting me near an orgasm, He pulled out. He came around in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat as he started to shoot his load down. Telling me that I will clean his cock every time he uses me, no matter the hole.

As fast as it started, it ended with him putting his soft cock back in his pants and ordering me to get up and clean up. All my clothes were down in the garage, next to “my” bathroom. I didn’t want to. I thought about taking a beating if it meant I could stay one more day.

I cried on the way to the airport, serious tears of regret. He told me to suck it up, wipe the tears off my face, or I would get a punishment right there in the airport parking lot. I did not want that, but I naturally obeyed. I sucked it up the best I could.

He checked me in, moved me to first class, and walked me to the security point. He was telling me to give it thirty days. We would make it happen if I still wanted to serve Him after that.