My Master and I don’t have a very traditional relationship. Two years of vanilla dating slowly evolved into me signing my trust, obedience and body to this man, to do with as he pleases.
As soon as we are alone, he locks my collar on me. The words “Slave: I am my Master’s Pet” written on the dog tag remind me who my body belongs to.
He gets me to do the simple things. To bring him a drink, put the washing away, to suck his cock while we watch TV. I have daily tasks that I must complete as well. Each day of the week has a special task, like watching porn without touching myself, or edging, or writing him a sweet message about how devoted I am. And every day I use a marker to write on my body, something that tells anyone that sees, who I belong to.