Your post on October 6th on being a 24/7 slave is awesome. Could you tell us more on your daily life? How is it? Are you really a slave to your owner 24 h a day? How much is sex? When sex is over, are you still a slave? I am curious of the limitations of real life.
Yes, I am fully, totally, completely owned, 24/7/365. That doesnât mean Iâm locked in a cage when Iâm not directly serving my Owner, although we do live together. It just means He has complete control, all day, every day, from big things to little things.
Iâm always locked in one of the chastity devices. (We rotate through them every weekend when He takes one off so I can clean and shave around it under supervision.) I am not allowed to ejaculate, although I do sometimes ooze actual cum instead of just precum, and sometimes I have something like an orgasm when He fucks me that I can only describe by saying it feels good and is kind of like a shudder deep in my ass and groin but isn't the ball-clenching, cock-throbbing convulsion of the kind men call an orgasm.
The general rule is I donât wear clothes when He is home and only underwear when He isnât. (I do get an apron in the kitchen to avoid splatters.) And, no, He doesnât keep the thermostat very high.Â
Every time He has to piss when Heâs home, I drink it, sometimes from His cock, sometimes from a glass. (Glasses are mostly from when Iâve disappointed Him somehow and He doesnât want me near His cock. I usually get it cold then, too.)
He hasnât said my real name since the day He claimed me. (Thereâs no set replacement. If He has a favorite or a default, itâs âfuckpuppet.â He mostly calls me whatever He feels like at the moment, or whatever suits whatâs going on. Itâs usually something like âbitch,â âcunt,â âpig,â or âcumdumpâ during sex. When Heâs feeling proud or pleased or particularly affectionate, He calls me âboy,â and I when I hear that I know Iâve done a good job. I hear it a lot, but not as much as âfuckpuppet.â If Heâs talking about me to someone else, Iâm âthe boyâ or âmy boyâ if theyâre not really in the BDSM lifestyle; if theyâre in the lifestyle and Iâve been less than satisfactory, itâs usually âmy pigâ or âmy bitchâ or âmy slave.â)
I call Him "Sirâ without exception (He hates âMasterâ and think it sounds too much like Darth Vader talking to the Emperor) and I refer to Him as âmy Owner" to everyone except our families and at work. (Yes, it is very embarrassing at times, but it would be a lot worse if He didnât allow those exceptions. To be clear, I am not ashamed: He is awesome and I love Him and I am proud He considers me worthy of Him and I can usually say it the first time without turning red, but 90% of the time the person Iâm talking to doesnât understand or doesnât believe what they heard if theyâve never heard it before, so they say, âWhat did you say?â and I have to repeat it.) Although, to be honest, I only have to say âHeâ or âHimâ to the regular people in our lives and they know exactly Who Iâm talking about, especially since most sentences go something like, âSorry, He doesnât wantâŚâ or âHe said I couldâŚ.â
He handles all the finances. He has a power of attorney. I signed my car title and gave it to Him. My paychecks are deposited into His accounts. If I want to buy something that He hasnât specifically told me to buy, I ask Him first. I carry $20 cash for unexpected contingencies and a debit card, and I donât know how much is in the account it goes to. I havenât seen a bank statement, logged into an online account, written a check, or paid a bill since He claimed me. If something were to happen to Him, thereâs an encrypted flash drive with information on it and one of our friends has the password. (I donât recommend this for everyone. I knew Him for months before He claimed me. I know His job and His qualifications. We each lived comfortably on our own before He claimed me and I know He doesnât need to take advantage of me. Most importantly, I trust him. But this arrangement does give Him control.)
Daily life varies, especially because my Owner travels a lot for work. Most often, itâs a few days each week, but sometimes itâs a stretch of a week or more at a time. Usually, Iâm actually busier when He is gone because He leaves a long list of chores for me to do, but that is when I usually get a few minutes here and there to do things like come check Tumblr for messagesâand when I do, I check a few pages of dashboard and save some posts to come back to later to tag, caption, and queue when I have a large block of time like this morning.
On a typical workday when He is home, I get up at 4:30 to go to the gym. (Tip for subs: Iâm lucky because my Owner lets me sleep with Him in bed, especially since He sleeps a lot later. This became possible thanks to finding a vibrating alarm clock I can wear on my wrist like a watch at night.) When I get back home, I clean up, then make and pack our lunches. I wake Him at 6:45. (Sorry, porn fans, I donât crawl under the covers and blow Him. I just kneel by the bed and nudge Him gently.) If Iâm lucky, He uses me. Some days He does, some days He doesnât. If He does, some days itâs oral, some days itâs anal. If He fucks me, Iâll wear a butt plug to help hold His cum in for the rest of the day. Then while He cleans up, I make the bed, get dressed (I wear pretty much the same thing every day at work), and make breakfast. Now that the mornings have started to be cold, I throw a towel in the dryer for a few minutes when Heâs in the shower before I fold it and put it on the sink so itâs warm for Him when He gets out.
Itâs pretty much routine, domestic life from when He starts getting ready for work, although sometimes He spanks or paddles my ass right before I leave for work. This isnât for punishment; some days He just likes sending me off that way so Iâll have a reminder of Him every time I sit down. We eat breakfast and He tells me anything special I should do that evening, like if thereâs anything I should buy at the grocery store or anything He wants for dinner, picking up dry cleaning, that kind of thing. I go to work first; He leaves about an hour later.
Work is just work. If people from the office want to go out to lunch or I need to work late, I text Him. Sometimes He lets me, sometimes He doesnât. If what He wants and what work wants conflict, He wins. (Iâve looked for years for the perfect Owner: He is irreplaceable; my job is not, even in this market.)
I do any errands that need to be done on the way home. When I get there, I cook dinner, trying to time it to be ready about an hour after He usually gets home. Until He does, I do more routine, domestic stuff: take out trash, do laundry, put away groceries or dry cleaning, whatever needs to be done.
When He comes home, Heâs usually tired and stressed. He reads or watches tv or plays PS3 to unwind while I serve Him. This always involves massaging and licking His feet; sometimes I massage the rest, too, especially His scalp, neck, shoulders, and back. If Iâm lucky, Iâll get to spend quality time with my face in His crotch, too, especially if He lets me worship His cock and balls. It isnât rushed or overtly sexual, though; itâs just time to help Him relax, but sometimes I do get to make Him cum.
This pretty much lasts until the buzzer goes off that dinner is ready. We eat and He goes back to the living room while I clean the kitchen and dining room. I go back to Him when Iâm done and do whatever He tells me. Sometimes itâs sex, sometimes itâs chores, sometimes itâs just being quiet somewhere and leaving Him alone. If Iâve fucked something up that day, He punishes me. (He never punishes me right when He comes home from work.) If Iâm really lucky, and Iâm so caught up He canât think of any chores that need to be done, and I really did a good job helping Him relax, and dinner was really well executed, and Iâve gotten Him off so Heâs satisfied, He lets me sit on the sofa with Him for a while, either leaning up against Him while He watches tv or lying with my head in His lap while He reads. Sometimes He gets hardcore after dinner, but itâs rare on a work night.
He sends me to bed around 10. He comes up later. Sometimes He wakes me to fuck me or get sucked, sometimes He doesnât.
Thatâs a typical weekday when Heâs home. It probably sounds pretty boring to people who think the BDSM lifestyle is all fucking and sucking, whips and chains, cum and tears. But my Owner usually only gets hardcore on weekends, when Heâs home. But there is no typically weekend; they are all quite different, depending on His moods. Of course, there are variations on weeknights, too, if we go out, or if someone comes over, but thatâs the typical day.
So how is my life? It is awesome and I have never been happier or more fulfilled. Thanks for asking!
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