I am adjusting to my new life as a domestic slave.  I have developed a routine to get the house cleaned and my other daily duties completed now so I even have have free time during the day.  I must be doing well too as now I am allowed to wear a dress most days.  I have only been beaten a few times - see new pic of my back - and I am also now allowed to sleep on the floor and not locked in a cage.  It is so nice to finally sleep with my legs straight again.  Last friday evening I was led leashed outside (naked) and tied spread-eagled and standing between two trees from after dinner until the middle of the night.  I guess that is what I get for wishing out loud to get out of the house.  I thought they were going to leave me there all night.  They still haven't used me sexually but I don't dare complain or they might get a sex machine and leave me in it for a few days.  My ass is so tight by now I feel like a virgin again.  I have began pinching my nipples at night just to pretend someone is playing with my body.  However, I am very happy.  No stress.  No deadlines.  No decisions.  No pants.  I actually belong somewhere, to a family.  I am learning to think WE instead of ME.  They know what I need and are teaching me who and what I am.  When they feel I deserve sex they will give it to me.  Though it still feels really wierd watching and listening to them have sex on the bed while I lay in my corner.  Someday I am sure they include me.

I feel so strange and yet so comfortable.  I was kidnapped and put in the back of a mini van.  Left there unable to see where we went for 2 days of traveling.  Collared and kept  in a house.  I have no real idea where I am except that the license plates on the cars in the driveway say Louisiana.  I couldn't even guess what city we are close to if we are even close to a town.  I can see no other houses and have only seen one truck come down the dirt road in front of the home.  I suppose I should be scared of my captivity, but I am not.  They have not really done much to me in the past 8 days except one beating which wasn't even that bad.  As long as I do the domestic chores they treat me kindly.  In fact last night when the guy locked me in the dog cage I sleep in, he kissed me and thanked me for giving him my address.  The female doesn't seem to like me much but is just cold to me so far except for the one beating she gave me.  I couldn't get far even if I wanted to leave.  I am only allowed to wear a pair of thongs for clothing and being barefoot walking down a gravel road or through the woods doesn't seem like a good idea.  What is hard is having no tv or radio to listen too.  I am from the city and this quiet is deafening.  I was finally allowed to go online but I know they are monitoring my access.

I didn't even realize it was Tursday today.  There isn't even a clock around the entire house.  My days are already getting lost.  Blending together and I am losing touch with the real world.  Not as if it is my world anymore.  My only place is here in this house doing what I am told.  Just happy I get to eat and drink everyday.  The house is nearly livable now.  I have cleaned and cleaned and cleaned some more.  When I came it was so dirty I was scared to touch the stove, find a clean spoon and unable to even find a place to sit.  It still has a ways to go but it is better.  Today I think I will take a stab at the tub and sink in the bathroom so I can see what color they are.

Yesterday was the first time they left me alone in the home but even then they locked the door from the outside so I wasn't even able to go outside to explore.  Not that I could of gone anywhere.  With no shoes the thought of walking around outside would be hard.  And I am still not used to being so naked around others anyway.  Not that it really matters as I doubt there is anyone around here anyway.  I am just glad there is running water and electricity.  And even a bathroom.  How does anyone live with no tv or radio or a need for a clock. 

What don't you all understand.  I don't want to know what you are going to do to me.  I don't want to come to you.  If I had the courage and the strength to do that I wouldn't be asking for you to come make me captive.  I understand some of you are afraid of being charged with kidnapping and spending time in jail.  That is the kind of fear I feel very minute of everyday. Fear I will be found out I am not a real woman.  The fear someone will know I have no idea what it is to be a woman.  I need to use your strength and make me a real woman.  Come make me yours.  Come show me you deserve to own me.  Don't give me your crap about I have a choice.  How I should want to submit.  How I need to want this.  I don't want it I need it there is a difference.  I need to be broken.  I need to be submissive.  I need to find out what it is to be less then a man.  Can you come make me PLEASE.