Status: Looking for the right combination of strictness, love, happiness, security, contentment
A typical day for us.
me: awakens early, if not chained to your bed, i arise, lay out YOUR towels shampoo, body wash for your morning shower.
YOU: wake up, finding me on my knees beside the bed facing it, slippers on the floor in front of me, ready for YOUR beautiful feet. You put them on, sometimes with my loving help.
Me : helps YOU into YOUR bathrobe, and gazes at YOU as YOU go into YOUR bath for your shower.
YOU: enjoy the soothing water as you wash off your gentle slumber.
me: quickly efficiently change YOUR sheets, make YOUR bed, and layout the outfit YOU selected the night before.
YOU: return to find YOUR bedroom clean and neat, with YOUR outfit for the day laid out for YOU. YOU take YOUR time putting it on, knowing breakfast awaits YOU.
me: naked, in the kitchen making breakfast.
YOU: enjoys YOUR breakfast, the paper and coffee before hitting the grind.
me: in the kitchen cleaning.
YOU: rings a bell. Breakfast is finished, now YOU prepare to head out the door, YOUR slave helps with shoes and coat, and kisses YOU as you walk out the door.
me: comes running at the sound of the bell. After getting YOU ready for YoUR day, starts daily schedule.
Morning: cleaning the house, sweeps the floors, washes the dishes, straightens the pillows.
Lunch: eats the food chosen by YOU.
Afternoon: Puts on street clothes, waits for the scheduled time approved by YOU to begin errands outside YOUR home. Food shopping, return videos, post office, and then to the gym to exercise.
Evening: Prepares YOUR dinner. Waits for YOUR return.
YOU: come home to find YOUR slavegirl with your slippers, naked on her knees, in her chains for the evening.
me: hands YOU YOUR evening scotch, on my knees. Scampers back to the kitchen chains jingling across the floor tofinishes dinner.
YOU: relax on YOUR veranda with YOUR view out the window, YOUR slave brings you an ordouerve.
Me: comes to the door, softly politely informs YOU YOUR dinner is ready.
YOU: decide YOUR slave will join YOU, sometimes the slavegirl eats in the kitchen, sometimes out of a bowl at YOUR feet, but tonight, the bitch will eat at the table.
Me: listens to you describe YOUR day. I tell you about the trip shopping. Then we talk about whatever.
YOU: order YOUR slavegirl to clean up, and wait for YOU in her schoolgirl outfit and wait for YOU at the front door.
YOU: put on YOUR outfit, and enter the living room in a full length coat. We are going out, to the party, YOU tell your slavegirl.
AT THE PARTY
Me: bent over a whipping bench, the school girl uniform long since removed, is hidden away. I tremble in the tightness of the straps holding me down.
YOU: dressed in a corset, leather bra and thong, swish the soft suede flooger in the air, making me tremble even more.
2 HOURS LATER
me: covered in sweat, my body limp, angry red stripes crisscross my ass and thighs. I weep softly, my breathing is heavy from the gasping for air from all the heaving strokes. But an intense glowing floating feeling wraps my body and mind like a soft silky cocoon.
YOU: after stating with the flooger, and moving on to a cat of nine tails, dog whip, bullwhip and then cane YOU feel an ache from exertion in YOUR arm. YOU too are sweating, breathing heavy to catch your breath. YOU run your fingers over the red stripes, feeling the flesh tremble, YOU judge I am ready for what is next. YOU put down the cane you finished the beating with.
Me: I am in a fog, my eyes are closed, voices once easily heard are faint, far away from my floating cocoon.
YOU: Give a nod to the man, and he shows you the object he hold gingerly in his hand, as dozens look on. One end is glowing. The other he holds in a gloved hand.
Me: feels several arms and hands hold me even tighter against the whipping bench. a searing heat across my right hip, rippling uncontrolled across my hip. I scream from the pain, but it is soon replaced by a sharp ache.
YOU: walk to my head, and whisper in my ear. I love you, MY pet, and now I have branded you as MINE.
