As she had instructed me my brain went down and yet further down. I couldn’t imagine speaking or moving.
I knelt, not knowing what might come next.
She said “Your new life will begin.
“Pull that stool into the closet.”
I obeyed.
Then she handcuffed my arms behind me. She grabbed the heavy sandpaper and put it on the stool. Ordering me to sit she grabbed my testicles and locked them tightly to the stool forcing me to sit and shut the door. Alone in the dark I tried to rise but could not. The scraping across my buttocks was held back by the jerk on my balls as tried to move away.
Unable to relax I tried helplessly to balance the pain on my bottom against the pain between my legs I was insoluble. I sat there in the dark fidgeting, hoping to rest but unable to.
Steadily I grew both more tired and tense.
Finally the closet door opened. She unlocked me and without speaking pulled me by my balls behind her. She took me outside and had me kneel on the ground beside the back porch. I found myself locked tightly in place.
As I sat there she raised her dress and pissed on me. Her urine traced across my head, face and body. Saying nothing she went inside and left me outside and alone stinking.
I sat on the dirt wondering how long I’d be left alone in my own backyard.
It seemed a very, very long time as I lay there helplessly in the dark. Finally the back door opened. And she pissed on me again. Then she unlocked me from the porch and yanked me behind her back into the house.
She dragged me to the bathroom and ordered me into the tub. Locking me in place she told me that the tub was where I’d sleep that night. I lay there in her stench unable to relax or get comfortable.
Waiting to learn what would come next.
Continued in Part 8.
“Now I will begin to instruct you in positions. Everything you do will now magnify me. Your body exists to glorify and honor your Owner.
“Grovel
You will position your wrists together and bow until your forehead rests on them.
“Present
You will grovel but direct your buttocks in my direction. This will be your most common position for correction.
“Please
You will lick my nipples, belly button, thighs and legs over and over again until I tell you to stop.l
“Homage
If I am sitting you will lick the floor between my feet. If I am walking you will lick the floor my boots have just left.”
“Appreciate
You will kiss and lick my feet or footwear until I tell you to stop.
Every morning when I am ready to listen you will respond:
Greet
You will assume the grovel position and say: “Property thanks Owner for another say of being allowed to serve.
Worship
“Property thanks owner for being allowed to worship.”
“That will define your life. You will exist to worship and honor me.”
End of Part 6
She looked down on me. Then she spoke:
“Listen to me property as I outline your new life.”
She paused and I grew tense within myself.
“I will take all pleasure and comfort from your life.
“You will not masturbate, nor stroke yourself. Your only sexual pleasure will be mine. The only orgasms in your life will be mine.
“I take away your comfort. You will live on the floor and sleep where I allow you. Your nights will be spent in the bathroom or the hall. No pillow, no blanket. If you lie there awake you will remind yourself that your inability to rest is at my will.
“That you once enjoyed eating will become a dim memory. What food I allow you – and often it will be little as I enjoy your hunger – will be functional at best. Like the beast you are, you will eat from a bowl. And your thirst will grow so strong that in being allowed to drink only my piss your gratitude will be all you feel as you lick it up.
“Loneliness will make you ever more thankful that I pay any attention to you at all. Often you will be locked away and forgotten hoping for any attention from your owner.
“Discomfort and neglect will leave you hungry for the worst because that is better than nothing.
“All that will be left to you is acceptance of me as your superior. Your clinging to inferiority hoping that by embracing a role of worthlessness that your service will be more endurable.
“But my demands will never abate. “
End of Part 5
Suddenly her palm shot out and slammed into my cheek.
“Do you know why I slapped you scum?”
The epithet hurt almost as much as the slap but I was focused on being mindful enough to say “No, owner.”
“Because I can. Slaps, kicks and whatever pain it amuses me to inflict is now a given in your life. Nothing like uncertainty and fear to keep a worthless creature in place.”
She laughed.
“As property your life will be confined by rules and protocols. Memorize them. If you are lucky in learning my commandments you will suffer just a little bit less.”
“When I enter a room you will drop to your knees and bow your head. And stay there until told otherwise. Every time: no exceptions.”
“Before entering a room I’m in you will fall to the floor and crawl to me. Bow your head and remain there until permission is granted to do otherwise.”
“If I send you to obtain something for me you will crawl back on your knees. Once near me you will bow your head, raise your arms towards me to present what you’ve brought to me.
“This time only you may say ‘Thank you’ to express your gratitude in being allowed to serve me. Once I take what you have presented to me you will drop you your hands with your head bowed.”
She paused “Do you understand?”
There was nothing for me to say other than “Yes, owner.”
She laughed again. “You say that so easily. But living it won’t be. And I’ll eat your struggle like a tasty treat.”
End of Part 4
I was licking her boots when she said “Stop!”
“Sit up on your knees but keep your head bowed. Do not speak unless invited to.”
“For the next week you aren’t my lover. You aren’t my pet. You are my slave but that won’t be your title. Nor am I your Goddess. I am your Owner. You are my property.”
“What am I? Answer.”
“My owner.” She kicked my right knee.
“What are you? Answer.”
“Your property.” She kicked my left knee.
“If you had the proper mindset you wouldn’t be wondering why you were kicked. But I know you: you wonder why.”
“You will learn how to speak as property.”
“I forbid you to use pronouns or adjectives. You will use nouns and verbs. Nothing else.”
“You should have said ‘Owner, owner.’ Property can never say\ my because property has nothing. Never address your owner without using your owner’s title.”
“You probably think you should have said ‘Property’s owner.’ But property has nothing. You must say ‘Owner of property.” Never use the possessive.
“Unless I tell you to use other words. Spoken protocol may change by day or hour. I may call you many things. You exist only to please my whims.”
End of Part 3
She was smiling. “Before I accept you must make a formal present of yourself. You may still back out. But the moment the ceremony ends there will be no turning back.”
My few clothes fell off quickly. Then I gathered chains and cuffs. I positioned myself before her.
Binding my testicles I said, “I offer my sexuality and manhood to your control.”
Locking ankle cuffs and a chain in place: “Willingly I give you my body to do with as you wish.”
Similarly locking my wrists: “Freedom I no longer claim, accepting that you will use me as you wish.”
Bowing my head: “I beg for the honor of your collar. Please accept my mind and heart. Willingly I surrender to you all that I am if you will only kindly accept my offering.”
She draped a simple but solid length of chain about my throat. A padlock clicked into place. I was hers. I trembled.
“Look at me.” I raised my head. Though so near she seemed a thousand miles away. She was still smiling though if kindly or cruelly I couldn’t tell.
“Are you brave or a fool? It doesn’t matter does it? You are mine now. You may lick my boots in gratitude.”
bent down and my tongue hungrily washed her boots. Confused and uncertain I felt even more grateful than usual to be able to focus on simple homage.
End of Part 2
We were sitting on the couch. I’d come in from work a couple of hours ago. Now, after a nap and a cup of coffee my brain was clear, happy to just relax.
She looked at me, pursed her lips, seemed to shrug and said, “You have a choice to make, you know?”
That had been in the back of my mind but I’d kept it hidden, as if it were behind an iron door.
“I know” trying to smile agreeably as I replied.
“Well … ?”
Knowing I stood all too good a chance of getting what I asked for it was hard to speak. I had to close my eyes before I could say “Yes, please I want to try it.”
“Honey this isn’t about trying: this is doing.” Patting my knee, she continued, “Say no and I’ll understand. But you better understand before you say yes.”
Giddy and nauseated at the same time I said, “Yes.”
“Do it properly.”
Sliding off the couch I knelt before her with my head bowed.
“I beg you to take me and use me without reservation or limitation for the next seven days.”
“Give yourself to me formally. Remember: once you do that, the word “no” will become a word that you are forbidden to utter.
End Part 1
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