Vapetseeker

This was originally written as an explaination to another user for what I would to do her, if I had 24 hours witih her. I decided I would keep it, as it was lengthy and put it on my journal, so others can better understand my kind of personality. This is simply a day in service to me and by no means a direct replication of routine. While some things may be a routine behaviour, others may not.

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The day begins early, I would awaken at about 5am, pull back my covers and rise. I would see you where you were left, on your knees, arms bound behind your back, ankles bound, both linked. You would have been sleep deprived, watching as I slept and you were ordered to not move. If you were obedient and remained as I had left you, no lashings would come. If you had moved, laid on your side, or moved into a spot you deemed "more comfortable", you would feel the sting of leather against your bared skin. Then, you would be taken by the hair, made to stand, to follow me into the bathroom. A morning ritual--to have you kneel in the tub, keep your head tilted back, mouth open, eyes closed as the tip of my cock is placed just at the edge of your lips. And your mouth is filled with morning piss. I dont demand you swallow it, but it fills your mouth like a cup, till it overflows. If you did disobey me and not stay in place, you may be required to swallow. Your reward for being obedient, not only for not being lashed, is to spit it out. You are expected to wait, as I leave and return, drawing a shower. Your restraints undone, your task is to bath me. Occasionally you would be touched, caressed, a nipple twisted, your clit rubbed against. Every touch is to be returned with a 'thank you', from yourself. Lack of doing so, results in a slap. Progressively harder the more times it has to be done.

Once the shower is finished, I put your domestic skills to the test. You are to dry off and fix me breakfast, you would know what I like, or I would tell you for the day how I feel. You are not to wear clothes, but i'm sure you would know that. You are not to wear an apron--even if bacon should splash off and strike your skin. You are to endure the pain. I want your body to be visible to me at all times, unless we are out of my space. As I dress, you set my place for breakfast, everything set in specific order. Again, anything out of place, results in a lashing--and another punishment somewhere else. You have been sleep deprived, you will be made to sit and watch me eat. If I should feel you are deserving of a taste of what you made for me, I will consider giving you what I dont eat. If I dont, that is simply My choice, and you will accept it. Today is to be a day of torture, physically and psychologically.

Once breakfast has finished, I would wait for you to clean the place, wipe everything down, wash and set all dishes and cooking ware back to its proper place. Upon your return, I would have you kneel to my feet, to massage and nourish them with your lips and tongue.

This is only the first couple of hours.

In the afternoon--as I am doing what I tend to do. Online site hopping, I would have you kneeling by my feet, ready to serve out a purpose. Be it retrieval of food from the kitchen, or to have you simply pleasure my cock as I look at porn. You would not be allowed to swallow--but instead. Have a bowl to receive my cum into. You would receive it by your mouth, then spit it back out, placing the bowl back to the side. I would expect you to say thank you for the pleasure of sucking on your owners cock, it is your privledge and greatest desire to be of service.

Mid-day. I would take into consideration all that has been done, how you have acted and served out your Master. If I am pleased, the whippings you receive will be minimal--but you still receive them. I like to see girls cry, whimper in pain, I want to see your body twitch and clinch. To see your skin flare red with pain. If you have displeased me, at all, it will be much harder.

Lunch time--you would be expected to fix me lunch. Again, set my place, watch as I eat, possibly have a scrap. Deprived if not.

Afternoon. I would take a walk, leaving you kneeling in place, with another bowl under you. You would be instructed to remain in a position, await my return. If you had to relieve yourself, the bowl is there to accept. You are not to clean yourself afterwards, nor are you to touch yourself if you find arousal. Upon my return, I would evaulate your position. Again as the morning time. If you had done as told, you would be rewarded with no punishement. If you failed, you would know I was displeased.

Dinner time - I would allow you to eat a piece of fruit. Depending on how you had pleased or displeased me during the course of the day. You would thank me for the generousity. Failure would result in it being taken away from you. And punishements.

In the evening. I would fuck you senslessly. Your body deprived of sleep and mostly nourishment, you would be weak and dazed, your body numb from the various beatings you had received through the day. But every orafice would be violated, until I came--again, into the bowel, that had been sitting in the open for all those hours, my cum still there. I would watch as you mix them together and drink the bowl's contents down. Thanking me for the pleasure of having my cum. Your honour and privledge. Failure would result in punishment. Harsh punishement.

In the end of the day, you would be evaulated again for your services. If I felt pleased, I may allow you to sleep on the floor next to the bed. If I am unpleased, you would be expected to remain in position again. Until the next day--in which I would decide if I let you sleep while I work. Or until you pass out from exhaustion. Which results in punishement.

So, with a 24 hour breakdown of what a normal day in the life of servitude to Me would be like. Do you believe you could handle that?