Master Rico and His slaves

Of course the statement seems obvious, I’m calling him my God. The recipient of all my worship, the one being I owe my everything to. But it’s so much more than that for me..

I was raised extremely religious. I was taught that my love for God should come above all else, that my devotion should be unwavering. I was taught that given the choice between a bullet to the head, and denouncing my lord, I am to choose the bullet every single time. Some of my earliest memories are centered around worship, praise, and utter devotion.

But something never felt right.. my worship always felt half hearted, my praise was so blatantly performative, and my devotion was diluted by my doubts. Spoiled by lack of faith.

I recall explaining all of this to Master, telling him how when I began worshipping him, I had finally understood what religion was supposed to feel like. I finally understood what I was supposed to be feeling every Sunday at church, or when I hit my knees to pray at night. I finally get it…

Make her kneel at your feet at least once a day.

Give her daily tasks she must complete. We use the Obedience app.

Bend her over a chair or table at your discretion and fuck her. Your pleasure is all that matters at the moment.

Make her give you blow jobs whenever you’d like.

She must serve you first and wait for you to take the first bite.

Have her always address you as Sir or Master or Daddy.

Weekly maintenance spankings

Punishment spankings when needed accompanied by a lecture

Have her wear a collar at all times.

Around the house she must wear as little clothing as possible and always be available for sex with easy access.

Dresses are worn without panties.

“Why don’t you go wait for me in my bed?”

“Are you ready to curl up in my bed with me?”

Then he began to tell me the reasons why he liked having me in his bed. He loved having me right there for him to grope and grab whenever he wanted to feel my body. He loved how warm I made his bed for him. He loved pushing my head down in the morning to start his day with a blowjob. Always reminding me that my presence in his bed was all about his pleasure and convenience.

He started having me ask permission before I got into his bed at night — “Sir, please may I get in your bed with you?” He always said yes, until the night he didn’t. He didn’t sleep well the night before, he told me, and he had an early start, so he needed to make sure he got a better night of sleep. He needed his bed to himself tonight.

I stammered and shuffled, not sure where that left me. The spare bedroom? The couch? The floor?

He left me there, confused, and I heard him moving things around in his closet before walking back over holding a large dog bed. “You can sleep in your bed tonight, sweetie. Right next to mine. This way, if I need your mouth, you’re not too far away.”

He set it up next to his side of the bed and watched as I curled up in it then draped a blanket over me. “What do you say?”

I blushed, eyes prickling with humiliated tears, and thanked him.

He let me sleep in his bed for the next few weeks, but then he had a short business trip — just a few nights out of town. Generally he liked to bring me along with him when he traveled but it just didn’t work this time. As we talked through any things that I needed to take care of in the house while he was gone, he said, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and don’t sleep in my bed when I’m not here. I like you being next to me in bed, but it doesn’t make sense for you to sleep on my bed when I’m not there to enjoy you. I made my bed so it’s ready for me when I get home, and I set your bed up for you for while I’m away.”

Ashtray + Drink holder + Fucktoy >>> Respected woman

I expect you to ask for permission for everything:

to go out

to talk to people

to spend money

to have a treat

to sit on the couch

to start a diet or to end it

to wear pants

to do anything out of the ordinary

Who you were no longer matters. Place that woman on His altar and let her serve a greater purpose.