Squeakers
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ORIGINAL: labrat18610 For me, RRafe is closest to real life. A slave is to be used to make a Master's life more pleasant. That means performing menial tasks without a constant pat on the back. Slavery is grunt work. This agreed Master/slave relationship is between two human beings. It doesn't make one a god and the other a mindless robot. It does make one a slave to the other. The Master has only so much authority as the slave is willing to give. It's an intimate, real relationship. When I read some of the slave posts, they reek of pure fantasy. They are searching for some god like figure that no human being could possibly be. In real life, you're spending hours doing menial tasks for a guy who farts in bed, but he's your Master. labrat I must thank you. For almost 18 years, I have wondered why I have chosen to never apply the slave title to myself. Your post has helped me figure it out. quote:
A slave is to be used to make a Master's life more pleasant. That means performing menial tasks without a constant pat on the back. Slavery is grunt work. I never feel used to make his life more pleasant. I do bring pleasure to his life as he brings pleasure to mine. Although I am only submissive, I perform menial tasks on a daily basis, without a pat on the back. Everyone does. I do dishes, I clean my home, I get up, go to work and do meaningless chores all day without a thank you each time I complete something. Maybe because I am submissive, I expect this, because it's life; the life of a submissive, the life of a single mother, the life of a housewife, the life of a banker, a president, a little kid doing chores after school, it's also the life of a Dominant. Slavery is grunt work. This soooo makes me pleased that I am not a slave. I would hate to think that the lifestyle I have chosen, and chosen because I get pleasure from it is nothing more than grunt work. I am so pleased that my life as a submissive is so much more fullfilling than simply doing menial tasks for a guy who farts in bed. When I read your definition of what is the real life of a slave, I sort of wonder why anyone would choose to be a slave. I can actually get a story line going for this definition. Saturday morning, Master orders his slave to get her cunt off the pallet by the bed and climb in next to him. She obeys quickly. He farts, (Master's and real men always fart it is a rule) then he pulls the covers over her head and makes her smell it. Then she must begin her chores for the day. She must suck his cock. He's a real Master so his cock has a funky smell because he did not feel like taking a bath the night before but that is okay because he is a real Master and sometimes a real Master does not taste so good. He cums in her mouth and it tastes like shit because he smokes and had 15 beers the night before over his poker game, but she is not allowed to spit it out. She is a slave and real Master's always have nasty tasting cum because they are not perfect. After sex her first chore of the day is laundry. She spends two hours squirting oxy-clean on the skid marks in Master's underware. He has never perfected the art of wiping his ass properly but that's okay. He is human and has flaws. All day long he sits on the couch watching a ball game, sitting with his hands down his pants like Al Bundy, playing with his balls and occasionally bringing his hand up to his face so he can smell them. Once in a while, he'll dig a bugger out of his nose and wipe it on the arm of the couch. The slave runs back and forth every time he bellows. She brings beer, sandwiches, chex party mix, and changes the channel with the remote that sits next to him. She has not peed all day, the sweat is running down her back in rivers, she has not brushed her hair or teeth in three weeks, her armpits reek because she needs a bath and her hair is greasy, but that's okay because she is a slave and this is her life. Her life is grunt work and menial tasks. Maybe he will pass out from all of the beer and she can sneak in a quick shower, but NO WAIT, that would be disobeying the Master. Oh well, her next chore is scrubbing the bath tub, she will just cover herself with scrubbing bubbles. If she cleans the toliet with her feet that will get the grime off. I can no longer expand. I shivered. Is this the true reality of what a slave and Master relationship is all about? As I look around my home and think about my life, I know it is all not real. He has NEVER EVER EVER farted in bed. I keep slapping myself. I keep telling myself to come out of it. Nope, I am still here in front of my computer. I am not performing grunt work. Ahhh, duh, squeakers, you are not a slave!
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