Blindreared

After 18 months absent he asks how I will feel being put back into service.

And so it begins for me. That familiar feeling of nervous anticipation. Thoughts of self doubt regarding my performance and stamina. Remembering the importance of the use of my manners.
Reminding myself he knows me too well and I must be careful not to get caught in his mind games.
If only it were that easy...

Who waits naked on bended knees facing their open front door. Facing without seeing, as it's been from the start.
Me of course. Waiting for him to use me. My owner, the man I refer to as Master. I'm his to use regardless of how humiliating & degrading that may be.
Me with masochistic tendencies, he the sadist.
It's not by choice that I have this profile or that I've written about myself.
As my Master is away for some time he likes to keep my mind occupied with him.
He owns me & therefore I'm compelled to obey.
It's torturous at times. He is constantly on my mind.
I started as his pisswhore & while that hasn't changed his need for depravity & humiliation certainly has.
This is the first time I've had a Master & being owned is a concept I've had to learn & adjust to along the way.
I didn't take my Master seriously when he mentioned the depth of his depravity. I thought it was a scare tactic. I was wrong. Over time I've realised I'm not just a pisswhore but a slave who is as depraved as my Master. This is something he intends me to write about. But not yet...