I[F] am owned and controlled by my master[M] and I love it

My master has near complete control over me at this point.

I work from home, so it’s very easy to adjust my life to fit his needs.

In the home, we have strict rules.

I am to have my tits and pussy exposed at all times- the only exception being when I am on Zoom calls for work.

He took mercy on me when I complained about being cold at home by having me cut holes in every top and pair of pants I own to permit me to wear clothing at home while not disobeying his rules.

I typically prefer nudity and cold to the humiliation of having my tits swinging out of my favorite shirt. It also means that my only clothing option when going out or on a Zoom are my dresses.

I no longer go out without his permission and without first servicing him- whether that means a blowjob or ass fucking or a cooked meal. This is something I’d never have thought I’d be willing to do, but it makes me so wet and makes my life so much easier that I am under his control so fully.

When we do go somewhere, I must always be reminded of my place. No matter how. Whether I have cum dripping from my pussy, tied nipples, or a plugged and bruised ass, I am always fully aware of my place as a fuck toy.

I’m more than a fuck toy, though. I’m his slave. I cook, clean, do laundry. I wake up before him every morning so I can wake him with a blowjob.

My place is at his feet. I don’t use furniture, with the exception of our bed. Even that can be taken away and replaced with the dog bed and cage, though. I have never cum harder than being fucked while bound and locked in there, pressing my pussy up against the cage while my face was pushed into the floor.

He rarely even calls me by my name anymore when we’re around others- besides that, I’m ‘whore’, ‘cumslut’, ‘bitch’. ‘It’.

I never thought a relationship like this would be so fulfilling, but I have never been happier than while being his slut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lrxhgc/if_am_owned_and_controlled_by_my_masterm_and_i