I Am A Slave
Written by Herpet
You would never know it by looking at me, but my whole life people have feared me. I was a very dominating person, but the last couple of years I have been very curious about being submissive.
I did try a couple of Mistress's then found one about a year ago that took it to a whole new level. I cooked, cleaned and did household chores. There was of course training, humiliation, discipline; it was pretty intense. She beat me pretty good sometimes, but I loved it. Sometimes I wonder why, but I just couldn't get enough.
I serve her in the company of her friends and family and even in public. If we went out to eat, she would order for me and I was not allowed to look at the waiter or waitress in the eye. One of the first times I served her, it was at a dinner party at her house. She made me wear a shirt and tie, I cooked pasta with homemade meat sauce. I served her and a group of friends, strange thing but it was her idea, but a fantasy of mine also.
We did become friends, but the rule was Mistress first, friends second. She could be mean and a bitch, but also looked out for me. She was in charge and ruled my life 24/7. Some of the training was I had to put a lock on the outside of my bedroom door and she would lock me down on a Saturday night, and unlock me mid day Sunday. Of course As I heard her in the house getting ready to free me, I would be on my knees waiting to kiss her feet.
She had me sleep in a dog pen in the basement, it was about 6x6 in size and she had no trouble telling her friends I slept in there. She referred to me as her "BITCH", which I was. She had me kiss her feet in public many times and I always wondered what people must have thought when they seen this big biker type on his knees kissing this tiny woman’s feet, and yes her ass too.
To be honest, I really didn't care who saw. I know I was happy and proud to be her slave. We are no longer together, and sad about that, but sometime things happen for a reason. I wonder if I will continue to seek another Mistress or just be happy that I lived a fantasy for over a year. Sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies, but this one I lived was so much better in real life.
I do believe there are not many true Mistress's in this world. If I just get lucky there is another one out there to take complete control of me for the rest of my life. I have not looked since we called it quits, but I have a feeling I will get that itch again
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