It's a long story about how I came to be owned. In the beginning, I don't guess I did want to be owned so much, but what brought us together was I was beaten up, held down and raped at a D/s party while everyone watched. The couple that owns me now cared for me afterwards and protected me, so our relationship grew accordingly and I was comfortable with it, consented to it, and all these years later, here I am, and here we are!
It's truly a slave/Master/Mistress relationship that includes all of the elements of such. It's definitely not a role of a sweet demure submissive!
I take care of the house, the yard, all the chores, laundry, about all you can name. I was transformed into a sissy and trained as a slut to take cock in my boi pussy taking huge loads of cum, suck cock/swallow cum. My tiny penis has been caged for long term (years). When it's deserved, and I've been a bad girl Daddy bends me over the arm of our couch and delivers really long hard and fast spankings with his paddle or his belt. Every Monday morning at wake up, He whips me usually with his belt for maintenance to remind me what happens if I don't "act pretty."
And for me.........
Slave life is the best life! I'd never leave it.