Most people go through life not really knowing their true purpose or knowing what they really want and need. I realized one day that i was a slave and that beyond any doubt. It's who and what I am; it's at the very core of my being.

i consider the term "slavery" as a total renouncement to any ownership i would have over my person, my desires, my behaviors and my thoughts. A slave is being owned in heart, mind, body and soul. It's all consuming. A slave exists only to submit unconditionally, serve, and worship.  This slave truly seeks one true Mistress tpe, ltr, 24/7, 365.

my previous training included permanent nudity and that did not only concern my body, a large part of this training emphasized on total readability and daily debriefing during which i had to express any of my thought. The training also involved lending me to other Masters, friends of my Mistress and this implied no restriction to the use they made of me, except of course the use of condoms.

As far as this my usability is concerned, i was trained as a butler,  serving the dishes, the drinks, preparing the beds, warming them on request, opening the doors, answering the phone, cooking the meal, waxing the shoes and other leather made objects. i was also trained to massaging, bathing pampering and other body cares.

On the other hand i was trained to pain and to sexual service, i was told to be a good oral giver and was quite skilled with my fingers and other part of myself that could give pleasure to the Mistress.

But this previous training also taught me that nothing is either acquired or given and that if i am not a totally white page, like monks with old parchments, the Mistress may at will decide to erase some parts of myself to rewrite me as a human palimpsest.

i am always eager to learn and fully open to anything.