Home
Archive

Once WeekendSlave

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

The slave had no clothes. It is always chained. It's collar is high and tight. 

It sleeps on a hard floor or in a cage. It doesn't get a blanket.

It eats from a bowl on the floor.

When not being used it is stored or made to do Tasks: Clean all his boots and shoes with its tongue, kneel on rice, stand on its toes or choke. 

It never is given respite or mercy. 

It misses clothes, its hair, working and food. It misses talking as it is rarely given permission. It misses being part of a wider world. It misses being able to choose. It misses its friends and even its family.

Yet even if the chains were unlocked and the door open. It wouldn't leave. It can't. It is bound to him. Internally enslaved. 

It understands on some level that it has been conditioned, brainwashed and broken to become this slave. That the weekends it spent as a part time slave conditioned it to accept the extreme brainwashing of the month trial. That when it tried to break away after the month, its Master let it because he knew that it was too late and enjoyed its fruitless struggles to be free. He just waited patiently till this slave crawled back to where it belonged.

Yet even before he broke this slave, this slave was searching for its place. The vanilla world was empty and meaningless. Now it understood its place, where it belongs. It doesn't matter that it a lesser place, full of discomfort, subjugation and often pain. It is the only place that it fits. It feels satisfaction as it fulfills his needs, wants and desires. This was what it was created for.

This blog contains adult content. In order to view it freely, please log in or register and confirm you are 18 years or older