All I can say is WOW! So when I entered this lifestyle a long time ago, I was quickly introduced to the real and the fake. I got to see what a weekend warrior was and what the term “Domme from the bottom” meant. I also got to see how real slaves lived. If you identify yourself as a slave, then you should probably read on and see how close you match to those you would never find on a website.

(in the beginning) If you weren't raised in the lifestyle, then you no doubt needed to be reconditioned. It starts with the understanding that you will be of service somehow. You were probably tied to a bed post or put in a box for the first week. Immediately you were beaten and starved. There were no “bathroom breaks”. You were gagged, pissed on, shit on, and continually endured some sort of serious pain. He would speak to you often, telling you how ugly and worthless you were. Reminding you that no one had ever wanted you and that you were only of use to those who wanted a hole for their cock.

After you had finally shown that look in your eye, you would be slowly taught the basics. No eye contact, no sounds from your mouth, and you surely didn’t even move until told. Any slightest violation of this meant a serious beating. Fake slave bitches, there are no “hard limits” or safe words here. During this time you would have experienced humiliation and degradation beyond anything you could have imagined. You sucked cock for water. You licked ass for the right to have your diapers or sheets changed so you wouldn’t have to sleep in your own shit. You were violated in every way and were made to taste everything.

Once you were compliant without fail, the next step in this process would be you being allowed to be out of your little box…or untied from the bed post. You would still be tied and bound, but made to wiggle across the floor to be by your Master’s side. You ate off the floor, slept on the floor, and stared at the floor. The floor was all you could remember seeing in this place you entered not so long ago.

But as time moved on, he began to speak better of you. As you continued to succeed in learning, he would reassure you that you would get through it all. He told you that it was because of him that you would never fail. He gave you examples that you could touch. All the while, you were still beaten. But you were beginning to understand why that existed in your life. It taught you that there were expectations of you. It taught you how to correct your actions. To be of use and of worth to someone.

Soon compliance became obedience. Service was out of loyalty, not fear. You would see your worth and begin to smile when you finally were successful at pleasing him. You knew your place and understood what was expected of you. There was no more depression or anxiety in your life like was always there before. You began to believe that you fit in this world. That you meant something to someone. And you were rewarded with the thing that you were always missing inside. You were a real slave.

No fucking internet, no MySpace for BDSM, no scene clubs or munches, no contracts, and nothing outside his reach that would ever catch your eye ever again.

Tell me how you match up to that slave?? Read some of these female slave profiles and tell me how they are even close. A sub, sure. A vanilla whore looking for a free ride, yep. A weekend warrior, no doubt. But real slaves? Or girls who even know what it means? Nope.