Day 1: Penthouse Living

I woke up beside his bed. Master had a very high, large bed with bedposts and comforters. I saw a few BDSM toys and I was farmiliar with how to take them. I was laying on a long pillow, with a woven blanket a shade of green to match Master's comforter. Little pillows decorated my bad. Never have I had something so luxurious all to myself.

I checked his automatic clock on the bedstand. It was 10:00 am and I was ready for my orientation and uniform. The clock started beeping and buzzing and making all sorts of noise. What was this evil machine for!? Who would buy such a hideous, awful noise maker? Master opened his eyes and saw me trying to turn the awful noise off. He just smiled and pushed a button on the top. He sat up in his bed and I knelt to the floor. I could barely see his face his bed was so high up. He told me I was in for a treat and I should follow him into the toy chamber.

When I entered the chamber it was the biggest one I had ever seen. He had toys and chains and skimpy outfits from floor to ceiling. He motioned me to sit down and he went into the room inpecting his choices. I wanted to makea good impression on my master so I chose the Red Silk position. I didn't know how he would react to this. I wasn't experienced enough to barely call me a white silk. He would either have a laugh, strike me, or be impressed. Either way I was ready. (Red Silk position: slave sits on knees, legs spread and palms up, looking down. Usually for more experienced or title earned slaves)

Master finally came back and handed me my new outfit. a black thong. Nothing else. He motioned me to come closer and put on my new collar. It felt marvelous to finally have a collar of my own. Nice, thick leather not broken in. No steel or hard metal and it had a velvet inside to keep from chafing. Master told me he liked kissing neck, and wasn't going to deal with raw or chapped skin.

He told me I had to keep a blog (this one of course) and in it I was free to address him as M. When he asked me what my name was That was teh first time I had spoken in days. No sound came out and he took me as stupid. Or so I think. I finally got the words out of my mouth and whispered to teh ground
"My name is... I forget Master, please forgive me. My mother and father didn't prefer to use names besides slave or slavette in my household"
M just looked down at me. He met my gaze and told me something, that he hates how these slave parents bring up their children. He still bought the slave children because he still liked fun. I wasn't supposed to speak to him about my childhood unless asked. If he asked me a question that interfered with my parents or upbringing I was to lie or make something up. M was compassionate that way.
nataroni nataroni
18-21, F
Dec 15, 2012