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Long-term full time isn't what it is cracked up to be. When the excitement of the newness has notify away and you are stuck in a routine, some days can experience like one really hard day at work. Only, with work, you can go home and forget things for a few hours. With this, your boss comes residence and monitors your and highlights any failings you did over the course of they afternoon. And more likely then not, fucks you.
This is the stage I am at. I contain been in occupied time 24/7 for over a year. I have another 2 years left of this shrink and I will keep to it. I'm sure to some I will sound ungrateful, that I have create what so many (a select few) people aspire to and to hold the Master whom earns enough that he can preserve me full age, it is a great fantasy for them. But with all things, when fantasy becomes the reality, it can become mundane and repetitive, and some days, you aspire for what another has. Mainly this is because you have had a crap day yourself.
If I have an issue, I should bring it to my Master to deal with, if he so chooses. It is his job to shape my life, thus if I own a problem, I need to fetch it to his attention. He is not a thought reader, however he can often hold a
"Hey, Gerard, here's something in your line." Jeff said to me as he plunked down a section of the newspaper. I glanced down but didn't notice it.
"Where?"
"Here." Jeff pointed at a small bit of type under the "Events" section. "You call for to head here after function tonight."
I read over the squib. "A slave sale?" I said dubiously.
"Well, you said you wanted to get some work done around your house." Jeff pointed out.
"Yeah." I said. "But I was thinking of hiring a professional team. You know, bonded and licensed."
"I've been to one of these." Jeff said. "The frat has a lot of football jocks in it. You mostly want the guy to haul that junk out of the backyard, right?"
"Yeah." I agreed. I had rented this home, and the old lady who had lived there until forced to move to a retirement community had the most awful amount of crap piled in back you'd ever see. My few calls to the maid services had been useless, they had either refused the undertaking or quoted ridiculous prices. I could get my own pickup truck to haul the crap to the junkyard, so I hadn't been willing to settle them. Not to mention the basement needed the same treatment, as did the attic and a couple of back rooms.
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Chapter One As I bounced around in the trunk of his automobile, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in unbelievable pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no idea when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory. It was unyielding to think of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I thought back to how all this got started…. I’m an 18 year old college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a occupied scholarship. Even though I’m rather small, my rock hard body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility produce up for any doable short comings. Actually I’m almost 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I work out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I’m into bondage, well actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and being locked in them with a little pain thrown in to boot. Anyway, I was at the gym working out one evening when a fellow probably in his very prior thirties asked me if I would spot him while