OWNED at last
Part two
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Sir continued to increase the signs of his OWNERSHIP of me.
i was sending him regular packages of things He wanted. i would send him a picture of
myself wearing tit clamps, and He would require me to send the clamps to Him in my next package.
it was clear that He deserved everything He told me to send...and He obviously looked much better wearing or using them than his slave ass bitch did.
if you have visited the Tumblr site (http://bamaboi2serve.tumblr.com/) you'll see those photos and some of His orders to me. He likes to take the pictures and create top banner photos using them.
For His one-month anniversary of OWNING me, i had a black T-shirt made for Him with the bright white letters OBEY ME and sent it to Him along with a sweaty tank top He had demanded and a card with some photos of me in various leather and metal outfits.
He would order me to wear my cunt plug to work or to cum on various pieces of clothing and send them to Him. i finally ran out of jock straps, His favorite piece of clothing because His hot ass looks so good in them. He found an exquisite leather jock-strap on a website and told me to save my money and buy it for him when i can. i am saving my dollars.
At one point I took a picture of me in a thong, and He decided He wanted it too, knowing that He would look better in it too, and He might send it to some other slave bitch to wear with my cum stains on it.
He told me his birth date and i am working on a special package for Him in December.
Throughout our co-ownership of the Tumblr page, submissive would-be slaves wrote to me, but He opened all of the emails and messages first. Sometimes He would let me write back to them, but most of the time He tested the writer to see if they were really slave material, or just posers. Almost all of them acted like they wanted to serve Him, but balked at the first order.
i found myself jealous of them if they sent Him something beyond my financial ability. He assured me i was his number one slave ass bitch.
One submissive started out with promise and in fact bought a great shirt and jock for Him at Folsom this year, but he apparently failed to be obedient enough, or could not be obedient enough. Despite the gifts, He dismissed the slave. He was becoming more and more demanding and ruthless.
He demanded that i check in with him frequently during the day, and keep Him aware of where i was and where i was going. While i was out i was required to seek out cute men and bois in stores to take cell pix of them to send to Him. He would be very angry if i did not get at least one picture, and if i did not check in frequently enough He would punish me. One such punishment was displayed in a photo He posted on the website. A sweaty white sock i had worn for yard-work on a sweltering day is stuffed in my mouth. i kept it there for three hours.
i am sure there are men who have to struggle to be submissive, who have to overcome some mistaken belief that they are somehow Real Men despite their growing desires to serve.
i never had that difficulty. i have always known i am destined, designed, and supposed to be on my knees sucking cock, or on my sissy ass stomach with my ass up in the air to accept whatever superior men (i.e. all men) want to insert into me, however they want to use me.
As a result i felt perfectly natural serving Him, and did no increasingly as weeks passed.
i looked for ways to surprise Him, to please Him. i cut my pubes short and placed the cut hair in a plastic baggie with a before and after picture for Him. it pleased Him, and He used it as a banner photo on top of our Tumblr page, including my written note on the pictures.
Slowly, quietly, almost unnoticed, i was fantasizing about new ways to show how i needed to serve Him. i sent him a porn DVD and He demanded more. With each picture i took and sent there came demands for more of my clothing, more of my sex toys. the Post office clerk must have noticed my suddenly frequent visits. He was younger than most of the postal workers and i imagined he could see what was inside, could smell my cum or piss on whatever clothes happened to be inside. I foundmyself bluhing and looking down in submission when I dealt with him. Was he a Master? He was plainly a Superior and a Real Man, despite his youth.
i wanted to keep Master satisfied and pleased with my service. it was my effort to obey my inner need to serve and his plainly stated demand to be worshiped.
He demanded i buy and send Him a iPad, on sale at a major retailer. i was already saving to buy him the leather jockstrap, and He had demanded boots too. i was Helpless to say no, yet restrained by funds. i struggled to meet His demands and stay solvent.
i did what i could, easing my inner servile desires and, hopefully, his very straightforward orders.
i wore my plug and cockring more and more as physical reminders.
i was doing photo shoots on his command. One new one showed me using a handcuff on one wrist and the other cuff around my ringed cock. There were shots of my slave bitch ass with plugs in it and more. He was exactly one-thousand miles away from me, but He may as well have been sticking His superior cock in my sissy holes. He felt that close.
(A Note to readers: if you send a message on the tumblr page, or write to bamaboi2serve@charter.net, please understand that He will read and respond it. i may never see it, but sometimes He lets me read them. Another chapter soon,)