egan
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My Mistress has informed me that it would be good for me if I post a quick resume of my position in her life.
I have been subjected to corporal punishment for most of my life, I suppose I was about ten when I can remember the school cane being used on my rear. Mother would willing use the implement if I was naughty, but my father didn’t need a reason, it gave him pleasure to send me to fetch the cane, bend me across the table and use the cane on my bottom, with only a pair of cotton panties for protection, until his gratification was satisfied.
My mother was also disciplined by my father, he had no hesitation in meeting out a strict punishment to her, but unlike me, her canings where much more regimented.
Very strict rules were imposed on me by my mother, she was very definite on how I was required to behave. She wasn’t at all uncomfortable with the idea that I was to be brought up as a submissive. She would make it quite clear that I was to dress as she instructed, never to cover my legs other than with pantie hose or stockings, never jeans or slacks.
I had to address her as ma’am, never mother, I had to curtsey to her, I had to stand when she entered the room.
Later in my teens, my father took on a mistress, who he never hid from his wife. It not being unusual for her to be with my father when mother was present. I suppose he found it exciting to show to his girl friend his power by caning my bottom when she was present, in fact he would offer the cane to her so she could also use it on me. I also suspect that she also canned mother’s rear as well, father would like that sort of demonstration.
I was nineteen when I moved in with a girl friend, a girl I’d known for many years and also knew much about me. Perhaps it was an opportunity my friend couldn’t miss. She soon took complete control of me, including my bottom and my life.
Eventually it was time for me to make a major decision, I was either to break away from this existence and stand up for myself, or I had to accept fully my current position, accept it and move on from there. When my girl friend forced me into a final decision I choose the later.
I remember the time very clearly, my girl friend took on the role that before, my mother had carried out, but this time it was on a prescribed footing. I was to become her complete slave, not in the nineteenth century meaning, but in a modern format.
A contract and rules were complied, I was required to surrender myself completely, totally to her. Everything I owned, which wasn’t much, I had to transfer to her. I even had to undress and give her my clothes and I was shaved of all bodily hair, including my head. Everything about me had to be formed by her, the way I looked, the way I behaved, she even changed my name. I soon became completely dependant on my new Mistress for everything, money, food, clothes, everything.
My life style change was totally my own choice which I had agreed to follow for twelve months, but there are many times when I’m so depressed by my situation that I want to run away.
My Mistress pushes me constantly to my limit, and beyond, so setting new limits. I’m not allowed any personal privacy, I have to show her complete compliance at all times. I am hers to with as she likes, her toy, her slave, her slut, her whore.
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