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Long-term full time isn't what it is cracked up to be. When the excitement of the newness has warn away and you are stuck in a routine, some days can feel like one really hard day at work. Only, with operate, you can go abode and forget things for a few hours. With this, your boss comes home and monitors your and highlights any failings you did over the course of they sunlight. And more likely then not, fucks you.
This is the stage I am at. I have been in full time 24/7 for over a year. I have another 2 years left of this contract and I will keep to it. I'm sure to some I will sound ungrateful, that I have found what so many (a pick few) people aspire to and to have the Master whom earns enough that he can preserve me full time, it is a great fantasy for them. But with all things, when fantasy becomes the reality, it can become mundane and repetitive, and some days, you wish for what another has. Mainly this is because you acquire had a crap date yourself.
If I have an issue, I should deliver it to my Master to deal with, if he so chooses. It is his job to shape my life, thus if I have a problem, I need to bring it to his attention. He is not a mind reader, however he can often accept a
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Chapter One-1
Chapter One As I bounced around in the trunk of his vehicle, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in unbelievable pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no idea when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory. It was tough to think of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I thought back to how all this got started…. I’m an 18 year old college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a packed scholarship. Even though I’m rather small, my rock hard body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility construct up for any feasible short comings. Actually I’m almost 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I work out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I’m into bondage, well actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and being locked in them with a little pain thrown in to boot. Anyway, I was at the gym working out one afternoon when a fellow probably in his very initial thirties asked me if I would spot him while
"Hey, Gerard, here's something in your line." Jeff said to me as he plunked down a section of the newspaper. I glanced down but didn't see it.
"Where?"
"Here." Jeff pointed at a small bit of type under the "Events" section. "You call for to head here after work tonight."
I read over the squib. "A slave sale?" I said dubiously.
"Well, you said you wanted to get some operate done around your house." Jeff pointed out.
"Yeah." I said. "But I was thinking of hiring a professional team. You comprehend, bonded and licensed."
"I've been to one of these." Jeff said. "The frat has a lot of football jocks in it. You mostly want the guy to haul that junk out of the backyard, right?"
"Yeah." I agreed. I had rented this house, and the mature lady who had lived there until forced to move to a retirement community had the most awful amount of crap piled in back you'd ever see. My several calls to the maid services had been useless, they had either refused the project or quoted ridiculous prices. I could get my own pickup truck to haul the crap to the junkyard, so I hadn't been willing to pay them. Not to mention the basement needed the equal treatment, as did the attic and a couple of back rooms.
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