The Next Chapter In this slaves Life:
After I learned all Master figured I could of being a good sub, Then the training to become a slave started. Let me explain that the road to becoming a sub was not an easy one. Let me also explain the difference here between being a sub and being a slave as what they mean to me.
SUB: Is a person who imposes her limits on her Master. She/he is still new so has lots of limits and lots of learning to go.
Slave: Is one who has her limits given to her by her Master. Meaning that even if she likes something and it is a limit for her Master it is now also a limit for her. Most slaves have moral limits, such as no kids involved, no breath play, and no broken bones stuff like that to mention a few.
Training to be a slave was the hardest training I would under take this far. There were times when I felt totally worthless and would sit in a corner and cry. There were even times I doubted myself worth. But with Masters help I made it.
Punishment was the hardest for me cause there wasn’t any use of safe words.
Safe words: Words that are used in play meaning to stop or slow down and give me a break. My safe words were always (and still are) Red meaning the play has to end. Yellow meaning the plays fine just give me a minute and then continue.
But when punishment was over Master would hold me, forgive me and tell me what a good slave I was and how much he cared for me.
I guess I was kind of spoiled by Master. When other girls my age was learning to do things for them self and learn how to pay bills make out checks and talk on the phone to get things done I wasn’t. I was learning the life style. And Master always told me that raising 8 kids, taking care of Master, cooking, going to school, and working was enough of a job for one person, so he always hired house keepers that did it all but the cooking. It’s only been 5 years that I have been doing house work and laundry all by myself.
You read it right I said 8 kids. 4 was Masters and mine, 2 were from his marriage, and 2 were foster kids. The kids never knew anything about the life style. For the most part they thought that their friends moms were the ones that were weird. Let me explain, I wore ankle and wrist cuffs all the time but the kids called them mommy’s jewelry and thought nothing of me wearing them. And I use to stand at the counter in the kitchen to eat and they just figured that was the easiest way cause they always wanted something so this way I wouldn’t have to keep jumping up during meals. And sitting on the floor at their fathers feet was just my way of showing our love for each other or so they figured. So see it worked out just great for all of us. As far as punishment and play times it was never done where the kids might see or even hear us. And no marks were left to be seen.
