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Your post on being a 24/7 slave is awesome. Could you tell us more on your daily life? How is it? Are you really a slave to your owner 24 hours a day? How much is sex? When sex is over, are you still a slave? I am curious of the limitations of real life.
limitlesspig:
Yes, I am fully, totally, completely owned, 24/7/365. That doesn’t mean I’m locked in a cage when I’m not directly serving my Owner, although we do live together. It just means He has complete control, all day, every day, from big things to little things.
For example:
I’m always locked in one of the chastity devices. (We rotate through them every weekend when He takes one off so I can clean and shave around it under supervision.) I am not allowed to ejaculate, although I do sometimes ooze actual cum instead of just precum, and sometimes I have something like an orgasm when He fucks me that I can only describe by saying it feels good and is kind of like a shudder deep in my ass and groin but isn't the ball-clenching, cock-throbbing convulsion of the kind men call an orgasm.
The general rule is I don’t wear clothes when He is home and only underwear when He isn’t. (I do get an apron in the kitchen to avoid splatters.) And, no, He doesn’t keep the thermostat very high.
Every time He has to piss when He’s home, I drink it, sometimes from His cock, sometimes from a glass. (Glasses are mostly from when I’ve disappointed Him somehow and He doesn’t want me near His cock. I usually get it cold then, too.)
He hasn’t said my real name since the day He claimed me. (There’s no set replacement. If He has a favorite or a default, it’s “fuckpuppet.“ He mostly calls me whatever He feels like at the moment, or whatever suits what’s going on. It’s usually something like “bitch,” “cunt,” “pig,” or “cumdump” during sex. When He’s feeling proud or pleased or particularly affectionate, He calls me “boy,” and I when I hear that I know I’ve done a good job. I hear it a lot, but not as much as “fuckpuppet.” If He’s talking about me to someone else, I’m “the boy” or “my boy” if they’re not really in the BDSM lifestyle; if they’re in the lifestyle and I’ve been less than satisfactory, it’s usually “my pig” or “my bitch” or “my slave.”)
I call Him "Sir” without exception (He hates “Master” and think it sounds too much like Darth Vader talking to the Emperor) and I refer to Him as “my Owner" to everyone except our families and at work. (Yes, it is very embarrassing at times, but it would be a lot worse if He didn’t allow those exceptions. To be clear, I am not ashamed: He is awesome and I love Him and I am proud He considers me worthy of Him and I can usually say it the first time without turning red, but 90% of the time the person I’m talking to doesn’t understand or doesn’t believe what they heard if they’ve never heard it before, so they say, “What did you say?” and I have to repeat it.) Although, to be honest, I only have to say “He” or “Him” to the regular people in our lives and they know exactly Who I’m talking about, especially since most sentences go something like, “Sorry, He doesn’t want…” or “He said I could….”
He handles all the finances. He has a power of attorney. I signed my car title and gave it to Him. My paychecks are deposited into His accounts. If I want to buy something that He hasn’t specifically told me to buy, I ask Him first. I carry $20 cash for unexpected contingencies and a debit card, and I don’t know how much is in the account it goes to. I haven’t seen a bank statement, logged into an online account, written a check, or paid a bill since He claimed me.
If something were to happen to Him, there’s an encrypted flash drive with information on it and one of our friends has the password. (I don’t recommend this for everyone. I knew Him for months before He claimed me. I know His job and His qualifications. We each lived comfortably on our own before He claimed me and I know He doesn’t need to take advantage of me. Most importantly, I trust him. But this arrangement does give Him control.)
Daily life varies, especially because my Owner travels a lot for work. Most often, it’s a few days each week, but sometimes it’s a stretch of a week or more at a time. Usually, I’m actually busier when He is gone because He leaves a long list of chores for me to do, but that is when I usually get a few minutes here and there to do things like come check Tumblr for messages–and when I do, I check a few pages of dashboard and save some posts to come back to later to tag, caption, and queue when I have a large block of time like this morning.
On a typical workday when He is home, I get up at 4:30 to go to the gym. (Tip for subs: I’m lucky because my Owner lets me sleep with Him in bed, especially since He sleeps a lot later. This became possible thanks to finding a vibrating alarm clock I can wear on my wrist like a watch at night.) When I get back home, I clean up, then make and pack our lunches. I wake Him at 6:45. (Sorry, porn fans, I don’t crawl under the covers and blow Him. I just kneel by the bed and nudge Him gently.)
If I’m lucky, He uses me. Some days He does, some days He doesn’t. If He does, some days it’s oral, some days it’s anal. If He fucks me, I’ll wear a butt plug to help hold His cum in for the rest of the day. Then while He cleans up, I make the bed, get dressed (I wear pretty much the same thing every day at work), and make breakfast. Now that the mornings have started to be cold, I throw a towel in the dryer for a few minutes when He’s in the shower before I fold it and put it on the sink so it’s warm for Him when He gets out.
It’s pretty much routine, domestic life from when He starts getting ready for work, although sometimes He spanks or paddles my ass right before I leave for work. This isn’t for punishment; some days He just likes sending me off that way so I’ll have a reminder of Him every time I sit down. We eat breakfast and He tells me anything special I should do that evening, like if there’s anything I should buy at the grocery store or anything He wants for dinner, picking up dry cleaning, that kind of thing. I go to work first; He leaves about an hour later.
Work is just work. If people from the office want to go out to lunch or I need to work late, I text Him. Sometimes He lets me, sometimes He doesn’t. If what He wants and what work wants conflict, He wins. (I’ve looked for years for the perfect Owner: He is irreplaceable; my job is not, even in this market.)
I do any errands that need to be done on the way home. When I get there, I cook dinner, trying to time it to be ready about an hour after He usually gets home. Until He does, I do more routine, domestic stuff: take out trash, do laundry, put away groceries or dry cleaning, whatever needs to be done.
When He comes home, He’s usually tired and stressed. He reads or watches tv or plays PS3 to unwind while I serve Him. This always involves massaging and licking His feet; sometimes I massage the rest, too, especially His scalp, neck, shoulders, and back. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to spend quality time with my face in His crotch, too, especially if He lets me worship His cock and balls. It isn’t rushed or overtly sexual, though; it’s just time to help Him relax, but sometimes I do get to make Him cum.
This pretty much lasts until the buzzer goes off that dinner is ready. We eat and He goes back to the living room while I clean the kitchen and dining room. I go back to Him when I’m done and do whatever He tells me. Sometimes it’s sex, sometimes it’s chores, sometimes it’s just being quiet somewhere and leaving Him alone. If I’ve fucked something up that day, He punishes me. (He never punishes me right when He comes home from work.)
If I’m really lucky, and I’m so caught up He can’t think of any chores that need to be done, and I really did a good job helping Him relax, and dinner was really well executed, and I’ve gotten Him off so He’s satisfied, He lets me sit on the sofa with Him for a while, either leaning up against Him while He watches tv or lying with my head in His lap while He reads. Sometimes He gets hardcore after dinner, but it’s rare on a work night.
He sends me to bed around 10. He comes up later. Sometimes He wakes me to fuck me or get sucked, sometimes He doesn’t.
That’s a typical weekday when He’s home. It probably sounds pretty boring to people who think the BDSM lifestyle is all fucking and sucking, whips and chains, cum and tears. But my Owner usually only gets hardcore on weekends, when He’s home. But there is no typically weekend; they are all quite different, depending on His moods. Of course, there are variations on weeknights, too, if we go out, or if someone comes over, but that’s the typical day.
So how is my life? It is awesome and I have never been happier or more fulfilled. Thanks for asking!
