...being unowned is no being for a slave...

the hardest part wasn't kneeling on the gravel or feeling her ass hot after a spanking, the hardest part was having the cane just at the corner of her eyes, knowing that if a cry escaped her lips her master would use it to give her a real reason to cry

when he explained to her that cleaning was going to be one of her duties she didnìt thought most of it had to be done with her tongue

Her master kept her on the leash and made her walk around his property weekly to keep her in good shape. When he felt kind and generous he attached the leashed to her collar but, more often, he attached a rope to her tits and occasionaly, when he felt like having some fun, he attached it to her clit. And in those times the 5 km around his property felt like an entire marathon.

Hmmm. Ironic.

ALL times.  Without fail.

taking the lashing was hard, but it was even harder ahving to kneel in the corner for an hor,, her hand bound to an heavy wood that weighted her shoulder, without any chance to relieve the pressure on her knees or to rub her sore ass

Very good. As her ruler you have the right to put her on the the ground and assert your power any place and any time. That intense passion radiating off her is acceptance. No rebellion, no complaining, no denial. Simply because that’s exactly where she wants to be. 

a slave's purpose is not only to please her master but also to be useful to him

marks all over her body, so she won't be able to look at herself without knowing how much she dispeased her master

A bitch pet knowing its place. Good dog. Happy Foot Worship Friday.