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by Amanda Serve
PART FIVE
I took my time though now, and the next couple I would go to meet lived down
in Florida (Ironically) not far from where I had lived before. This was
Master Rob and he was truly one of the best Masters I have ever known. I can
say he was everything the last one had been, but he was even more.
His wife "Gypsy" was her slave name and him had been into the life for many
years and consistently went to munches and parties. Yet, before I had come
they never had 24/7 situation of slavery. I would eventually quit my job and
make two visits to them. The longest visit lasting three months.
He was able to take a lot more photos of me, and on this trip I ended up
getting my hair dyed pink. You see a lot of what we did involved the game. I
think the game was part my idea and part his, but it really worked for me.
The game was played like this:
We had consistent rules and persistent chores. These were posted on the
fridge and there was also a very simple goldfish bowl with little papers
that included simple punishments for us to draw out when we had needed some
slight discipline. The punishments might be as simple as stand in the corner
holding your butt cheeks open for 4 hours with your nose pressed to the
crack of the wall. They might be a little harder like accept 50 swats with
counting and thank yous, failure to count, thank properly or to flinch would
result in starting over. As I had a nice big ass, the swats were never
limited to our butts.
The basic rules were:
1. Collar on at all times. This was no tiny choker, this was a deliberate
dog collar.
2. No clothes in the home except a t-shirt can be worn for guests and only
at Masters Request. Subsequently, no furniture privileges because of sweat
stains from our butts. We were expected to sit on the floor and eat off the
floor in bowls.
3. We got table scraps. nothing really that old, but eventually we would
have to dig out of the garbage. no meat, no milk, no bread. We also got one
bowl of oatmeal, but that was after both of us volunteered to accept a
certain number of 12 hour shifts in a cage outside. If either of us had
failed and panicked while out there, even with rain or someone discovering
us the oatmeal would be worn instead of eating for the duration of our
slavery commitment. Trust me, this was no small feat! we ended up with a
little rivalry over dayshifts, because it gets hot even shaded. We got to
lotion up three times per day out there but even still I got super tan (and
earned the nickname freckles because my freckles were so prominent). There
were big ass palmetto bugs out there, ants, and it was really sweaty and
nasty and lonely. I eventually got to the stage where I was shitting and
peeing out there in the cage and accepting water bowls.
4. SEX, SEX, SEX. There was a lot of sex and he had a lot of friends.
Now there was actually a very detailed list of rules covering everything but
out of respect for Master Rob (and I changed his name as well) I won't
repost it. He worked hard to customize it and it should not be floating
around the web unless he wills it.
However the game was played with each of us coming up with a dare, me and
Gypsy. We took turns each day and revealed our idea to Master Rob who would
decide if it was lame. If it was lame it was rejected and the other girl got
to give hers. If both were lame usually Master Rob would add his own twist.
This was sort of where we were all willing to be a little open about the
exact nature of the game. Had this been a situation where her and I were
both blackmailed to serve and we were earning our dignity back, I would hope
that it wouldn't have been such a friendly exchange with all of us smiling
at the prospect of some of the ludicrous dares that would get suggested.
Anyway, Master Rob would then set up a few conditions for losing or winning
and what he was willing to offer (an example in a minute). Then the other
girl had a chance to REFUSE. If she did neither of us had to do it, but she
got cage time and a punishment. She also got a tick mark and the girl with
the most at the end of the summer would end up with "Hooker hair" (that was
me, with the pink, done to humiliate me).
A dare might work like this:
I would suggest perhaps that we both wrestle each other.
Then Master Rob would consider it for a minute and set the conditions:
"Okay, you both have to wrestle today at 2pm, the match lasts for thirty
minutes with no breaks, you will be nude in the yard. I will have the
sprinklers running. Hair pulling, open handed slaps and kicks are allowed.
no punching or biting. Anyone who punches or bites will be tied and receive
twice as many afterwards from the other or by me if that's not hard enough,
and I will be marking them down."
Then he would set the goal:
"You will be declared the winner based on how long you are able to grind
your ass into the other persons face. Even if you manage to control the
other the most, I won't count that. I won't count off points for breaking
any rules, except if you get off your knees, any time you are not flat to
the ground or with knees touching the ground is counted as you getting your
face ground."
Then he would set the reward to the winner:
"The winner will get to eat at the table tonight and have steak with the
rest of us."
Then he would set the reward to the loser:
"The loser will have "FART" painted in red lipstick to her head, she will
not be allowed to be hosed off after the match and will remain the yard
grazing (his word for staying on all fours in the backyard, but sort of
free-range, not caged). She will not eat until after the family is done and
will ONLY get what is scraped (if anything) from the plate of the winner and
one glass of water mixed with bits of bread and cigarette ashes.
(He was convinced you could live on bits of bread and cigarette ash in dirty
water. It was super gross like dish water, without soap).
At that point, If my bluff had been accepted, I would first nod my head and
say "I agree sir, that was my intention" and sometimes we'd role-play a
little and add something gladiatorish like "I wish to do battle with your
heathen bitch" or whatever. It was sort of a friendly rivalry.
and his wife had a chance to say no and accept her simple punishment and the
tick mark, or we would have to do it. In that sense, we both put up some
really GOOD dares that we knew the other wouldn't agree to simply to see
them squirm and have to back down. It was always a real tension builder if
they really did agree, because usually we'd have all day to think about the
upcoming contest.
Sometimes the dare wasn't a contest at all. Sometimes it was like,
especially when our dares were rejected for lameness or because it was
basically like one we did before, he would replace it with his own:
"Every Wednesday will be oink day, you will answer one oink for "NO" and
silence for "YES" because agreement is implied, you will remain on all fours
and graze all day even in bad weather. You will not be bathed and you will
be snouted." (Master Rob liked to torment our nose and put a hook that
pulled back and flaired our nostrils.
I'll admit these sound silly, but they really turned my screw!
There was no real blackmail like my stories had involved. There was no
elaborate reason for me to submit, other than just that I had wanted to live
out this lifestyle.
Now here I was being hunted by Master Rob in his friends, wearing nothing
but a rabbit tail butt plug and bunny ears as I ran through the hot sand
both bare ass and bare footed through his backwoods. I was excited and
actually hating to think that this would end. I was both scared and worried
that I was really starting to lose my sanity and that I was acting a bit
like those humiliation sluts on the internet who seemed to just delight at
their own humiliation without any reason for their acceptance.
Loosely I did, I knew for instance that if I were caught, I would be bound
in a tree, wrapped in a tent and beaten with sticks like a pinyatta! and
eventually I was. Yet, I also knew that part of me was at home.
Now a word on my child, because while I was at the airport waiting for my
new Masters arrival and going over my past history, I was with my six year
old.
At this time, she was about five (With Master Rob) and they had an 8 and 11
year old. I already told you about my brothers and by all rights, if a woman
had shown up like me in my household growing up, willing to be someone's pig
slave. Well they would have not only cum all over her, but they would have
made her clean their rooms, pick her nose (they were fascinated with picking
the nose and all accused each other of it), carry their books, and basically
used her like a slave!
These boys had been raised in a caring, nudist household with D/s and
respect. Yet, it had never been in their face. Master Rob had never hidden
his wife's collar when she wore it around the house (before I came, she
removed it after their games and went back to being as willful and spunky as
me!) She was no door mat and she was actually very funny and witty! I think
ultimately I was leaning towards a long term relationship with them, but I
don't think they had the energy to continue in the vein we had begun and it
was weighing on her. Especially what her sons eventually learned about her.
They saw us on the floor and eating out of the cages. They had zero
interest, even in me. I figured for sure there would be curiosity and had
asked for a section in the contract about them and my own child. Yet, even
if they went bare-shirted, they were rarely without pants. So I would never
have seen them erect (I am not sure what age boys get erect, but I had
assumed my brothers did at a VERY early age).
I am being open and honest with you here, because these kinds of things are
something of a taboo. Yet, its a truth that most D/s households have kids
and some way of dealing with it that is enlightened and considered. Rarely
does a woman agree to be someone's slave without thinking down the road
about children, and about how her friends and family will feel if and when
they discover it. Rarely does she not wonder "When I am 60, will I still be
as cute standing out in the backyard in stockings and heels and nothing
else, leashed to the lawn mower?"
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