Obediantservantformaster - Obedient Servant

I love it when a man kisses me like I’m his property.

Yes sir. Thank you sir!

Sniff them!

I like wearing a ball gag. something about how it makes me drool uncontrollably makes me drool uncontrollably somewhere else

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This is an aspiration for the future. I would love to someday find a husband that expected me to forever be his servant and object

you had just moved in to your first home with the Hubby. It was so exciting to be married and starting a life together with your Man. you hadn’t set up all the furniture yet so of course you were willing to improvise when your Husband needed some files edited for His photography business.

Being Shown for the First Time

Yesterday I traveled with my master to be shown to one of his friends for the first time. It was both terrifying and exciting thinking about what this would be like, anticipating my master displaying me to another man. As I prepared for the occasion, I hoped that he would be proud of my progress and that I would be an impressive possession. At the same time, the part of me that wrestles with servitude felt conflicted and weary of such exposure. I dripped from my cage as I thought about this and prepared my body for the day.

At the house of my master’s friend I was allowed to sit and talk and have a beer for a little while. I did my best to relax into playing a board game with my master and his friend, almost forgetting my ultimate role. Of course, I lost the game and it was time for me to be punished. 

As I was ordered to strip, I found there was a moment where I felt completely exposed, leered at and robbed of dignity and a sense of place. That moment was fleeting and I soon felt myself shift, my posture straightened, my chest out and my core flexed. I began to remember that it was my duty to be seen by my master and anyone he chose to share with as an object for pleasure. This rattled my cage and I assumed an all fours position on the dining room table and was plugged. Master and his friend decided that I would serve as the table for their next game. It consumed my thoughts as I though about being a piece of furniture for my master. My heart raced and the blood inside my veins tingled at the prospect of such a complete submission and objectification. 

Balancing the board game for master as I faced him, my head positioned so that I could service his beautiful, thick, uncut cock as they played, was one of the most difficult and exciting experiences I have ever had. My muscles tensed and trembled as I fought to maintain perfect stillness while my master grabbed onto my hair and used my mouth. I was consumed with balancing these two opposing expectations. My balance wavered eventually and I could not maintain the position. My hands an arms had been tingling and buckling under the pressure. My own desired to be fed by my master got in the way, the pieces tumbled from the board. I was to be punished harder now. Again, my heart raced as I was flooded with thoughts and feelings, relief at the prospect of changing positions, shame and disappointment in failing my master, and excitement and uncertainty at was next to come.  

Master and his friend used this opportunity to practice rope binding. I was secured and wrapped in the fibrous hemp rope with my hands and shoulders unable to free themselves. I was ordered to struggle to release myself for their pleasure as I was spanked and my balls, swollen and red from more than a week of chastity, were squeezed and smacked. My caged filled and I experienced wave after wave of pleasure immediately followed by pain during these experiences. The vibrating plug was set to all sorts of settings of increasing intensity throughout my time on display and I found myself giving into seeing my ass as my master’s pussy. I tried to focus through the pain to find pleasure so that I could fulfil his desires and expectations. My internal experiences subtly shifted away from my own perceptions towards anticipation around my master’s needs and desires. I wanted nothing more than to please Him. To give him what he desired as a personal object of gratification. 

I was further humiliated, punished, and displayed as my legs were first spread and tied together, then were hogtied to my shoulder blades. I was placed precariously on a small weight bench and left to struggle as my master played with his friend, immobilizing him in a chair and edging him. During his friends act of submission, my master reminded me that he was allowed to experience pleasure through his cock, whereas I was caged and only allowed pleasure in my service. By this time, all of the thoughts, doubts, and instincts left my body and I began to know this was true. I am truly an object for my master’s pleasure. He owns me. He can do with me what he wants. My feelings are only relevant in that my devotion to him and my struggles give him pleasure. This filled me with an inner stillness, a peace and a purpose, a drive and a determination to be his most prized possession.