MyQueensbitchboy -> RE: How did you become a slave (9/19/2011 9:09:24 PM)
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Some things happened fast and others happened more slowly. We met online and after a few months I drove over 800 miles to meet her face to face. During our first weekend while sitting in her parent’s living room, she had her niece rub her feet and pull her toes. I remember saying don’t expect me to do that. Her mom and sister laughed. She met my family a month later, and three weeks after that we were married. Things were pretty vanilla for almost ten years. I was always concerned with her pleasure, but we remained pretty much even. One night she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies. My answer changed my life. I told her I had fantasized about being forced to obey a mistress. It did not happen overnight. But over the next few years there was a power shift in our relationship. Just before our 14th anniversary we signed a slave contract and I was owned. That was just over a year ago. I am still not where I need to be, but I love serving my mistress. It goes without saying that I take great pleasure from rubbing, caressing and kissing her feet. I have never been happier.
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