True Confessions of a Real Slave Part 1

My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that’s it. He didn’t follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally…but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. Master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

1 – I must be naked when writing. This is not unusual as being naked at home is required at all times. I will explain why later.
2 – I must have something in one of my two holes while writing. It can be a butt plug, a dildo, a vibrator, anything of my choosing.
3 – I may not stop writing to touch myself, nor may I orgasm. Again, this is not unusual as I must have permission to do either one of these. Since Master knows that I have a difficult time controlling myself when talking or thinking about the past, he has requested that the cam be on…and the videotaping. So it is.

You’re welcome to leave comments, or send a message to myself or Master John. Please understand that I’m not a professional writer, and that I’m doing the best I can in that respect. What I do write is honest and true. Not everything regarding our relationship is sexual, so not every section will be filled with sex scene after sex scene. For example, Part 1 has a lot of background information that for me is important to the relationship. As our relationship evolves, you will see that many things I write about will be sexual, and many things will be more on the taboo side of even the BDSM lifestyle.

I was 29 years old when I first started looking into the world of BDSM. I had been divorced for a couple of years, and I was very horny. So, yes, the thought of sex is what first brought me to look into the lifestyle. If you know anything about D/s M/s relationships though, you know that sex is not what BDSM is all about. I learned that quickly. I had always had a submissive personality, and it seemed like the right fit for me. I wasn’t forced into it. I chose it, or maybe it kind of chose me and I accepted.

How does one find a Master? A real Master, that is. It’s tough. This feeling of needing to serve someone, to please them, to submit fully to them was like this raging desire inside of me. I didn’t know what to do. So I joined a couple of websites, and that was a big waste of my time. Quite honestly it was full of fake wannabe “Masters” who really only wanted to call me names, and spread my legs for them on cam. They wanted to “collar” me after a five minute conversations. That’s just not how it works.

I had all but given up. I decided that I needed to just move on, and another vanilla relationship would be in my future…and then I met Him. The person that I would learn to trust enough to give myself to. I was at my Dad’s retirement party. I had been drinking, as was everyone there. I desperately needed to use the bathroom, and there were two people waiting for the bathroom downstairs, so I ran upstairs to my Dad’s bedroom to use his bathroom. The door was closed, and I could hear someone moving around in there. So I took a seat on a loveseat my Dad has in his bedroom to wait.