I had a double life. Every weekend with no excuse accepted. I arrive at my Master's home by 5pm, kneel before him and am collared. 10pm Sunday night he realises me and I limp to my car and return home where I pretend I am vanilla till the next weekend. Vanilla except that I wear a chastity belt and have to hide my bruise as I go to work, see my friends and family and live an ordinary life. If there is such a thing as a part time slave...
I was it. But Master wanted more so now I am just slave
