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* About me: I am a very submissive female in my mid 60s, seeking to become a 24/7/365 owned slave to serve at Master/Mistress' residence. Want to be kept as a domestic slave servant.
Their intention is to keep me as a captive domestic slave servant, isolating me from my previous life, no more family, friends or things I used to do.
From then on, my Owners lay out the basic rules for me ss their slave servant. Amongst these rules, under no circumstance will I be allowed outside the property limits, no phone calls, no use of computer or writing to anyone so nobody will know of me anymore. I would just disappear.
They force me to sign an irrevocable consent non-consent agreement that also contains a strict non- disclosure.
Most of the time I shall stay naked except for the iron collar locked around my neck. Often times, I am kept chained to rings fixed on walls, floors, columns, trees. A cold snd dark crllar is my place to sleep always secured with a short chain fixed to a heavy ring in the stone flooring.
They have other staff in their residence, a cook, a maid, a grounds keeper. All of them have signed a tight non-disclosure agreement and are paid employees. All of them have been there for several years, so they are totally faithful and proven trustworthy. They are handsomely paid staff, not slave servants like me. They are all above me and have authority over me.
Every day I wake up early, the maid unlocks the chain that bounds in the cellar. She rush me up the stairs with the short whip she holds in her hand and pushes me outise to the back yard. If she thinks I need to wash, she instruct me to clean myself with a garden hose while she watches, before going inside to do chores.
She gives me instructions with her sharp loud voice regarding the things I must complete that day. Most is deep cleaning, endless scrubbing of floors on hands and knees, washing bathrooms and windows, taking care of dishes, shoe cleaning, dusting, moving heavy stuff, washing the cars outside, helping in the garden and any other task I am told.
Needless to say, I am kept naked and collared at all times. I feel exposed, vulnerable, humiliated, degraded.
Twice a day the cook feeds the two big family dogs and me in the back yard. Food for me includes some scraps, leftovers and even dog food at times. As hungry as I am I eat anything.
Normally, I am required to stay up doing this and that and some more. After I am done with the house chores I am required to help other members of the staff in their personal things they may need help with.
Most days I'm allowed to go to sleep only after I have finished all the things I am required to do. At that time I am pushed down to the underground cellar where I am chained to the stone floor for the night. There is a pile of hay that serves as a mattress and a rag to keep me warm as if that was even possible.
On Sundays I am left chained in the basement. It is the only day I do not work and am allowed to enjoy some rest. Late in the afternoon the maid comes down, unchains me and takes me to the Master/Mistress chambers. My Owners review a report containing whatever claims that any of the staff may have against me. Obviously, any fault will mean some sort of punishment. I may be deprived of food the following day, or placed in a small dog cage for the night. When the weather is warmer, sometimes they left me chained to a tree outside.
Another basic rule is that I must receive a regular maintenance whipping at the hands of the cook or the maid, both robust women. This so I will not forget my place of slave. This can happen any day in the week. Consists of fixed set of 30 strokes with a short leather whip.
However, when there are more serious faults, I am sentenced to a more severe whipping. That involves not less than 100 strokes of a heavy bullwhip while tied to the tree. This may be all 100 at once or in spaced periods of time during several hours while I remain tied to the tree. It doesn't matter if it's winter, spring, fall ir symmer. They never let me get away with no whipping, never.
Of course, everyone gathers outside to witness and enjoy the punishment.
With time I learned to be comfortable with my life's role. I have accepted that I am just a slave, to be most humble, obedient and a hard worker. If I apply myself and do all my duties I feel happy. Even when I am punished I am aware it is my own fault, punishment is for my own good, to make of me a better slave. Now I know that and I am happy.
I was born to be enslaved but just 200 years or so too late as slavery is not a legal thing anymore. Still, I would submit in a consent-nonconsent arrangement, sign a non-disclosure, by which freely and willingly I would agree to be enslaved for real.
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