Although I wouldn’t say I liked her politics and for her, politics were everything. Anne Rice, the author of The Claiming Sleeping Beauty series of erotic books and apparently some other books (smiles), always started her posts with “Dear People of the Page.”

That has always stuck with me, and when I write a post, I always want to start with that!

Greetings, People of the Page,

In the comments of a couple of my earlier posts, there were some discussions of the legalities of nudity or just public exhibition.

So, I might jump ahead here on my story of “Finding Me” and talk about that.

I get asked about being a full-time, 100% 24/7 slave. Why does my long-term relationship with my Master work when others crash and burn?

Finding that answer took me a while, but my gift to Him as our first-year anniversary present answered that question.

Like so many others, I have had multiple master/slave relationships. Obviously, they all had failed until I met Him.

In that first year, He had proven His word is His bond. He was very open about what he expected from me and what I should expect from Him. He was very clear about why I was there: to be His Obedient Slave. Period. Not his wife, not his lover, but his slave.

Never once did I question his motive, his commands (almost), or His love for me as a slave. He knew his role was to train, use, love, and protect me as his property.

This was so new to me that I never realized its impact until one day, just before our first anniversary, we were out having Sunday breakfast with this friend who came into town to visit.

They had been friends since high school. They have kept in touch and would meet every couple of years. The friend knew my Master’s fetish of having a beautiful, obedient woman at his side.

Like almost all of His friends, the man never batted an eye when He saw that I was not the usual beauty queen my Master would normally be seen with. And through the conversations, he would talk directly to Master, ignoring me unless I was asked a question directly.

However, Master once went to use the restroom, and the friend smiled at me, gave me a little background on their friendship, and then told me that when he first saw me, he was shocked. He told me I was not what he was expecting.

Yes, I know, I am told that often. he dates and fucks beautiful women and usually would never look at a female like me. I get it!

But before I could respond, He told me that in the first couple of minutes of the meeting, he knew why I was his slave. “Your Master puts obedience and loyalty before anything else. You are what he needs.”

Later, we were walking out to the parking garage across the street. It was a public parking garage adjacent to a nearly empty city park.

As we got close to the garage, his friend mentioned his admiration for what looked like a nice set of boobs on his slave. Master turned to me and told me to unbutton what was left on my blouse and show him my saggy boobs.

Being out in public, near a park, I hesitated a few seconds before doing as commanded. But I was too slow as Master slapped my face, asking why I hesitated. I told him I was afraid other people would see me/them.

Holding my blouse open, I started to cry as I apologized to both men for not doing as I was told. Master told me to button my top back up. His friend smiled, told me they were worth the wait, and kissed me on my cheek. He gave Master a handshake and left.

Master has always said that punishments would be fast and immediate. He walked me into the parking garage and took us to our car. He bent me over the car’s hood, lifted my dress, and I heard him remove his belt. He started to spank my ass with it, reminding me that He was the boss.

After he was done, He fixed His pants, stood up, and turned me to face him. He questioned me.

Do you trust me?
Yes, Master.
Do you know what your job is?
Yes, Master. To obey.

Then, he put it from a different perspective. One I had not thought of before.

It’s my job as your master to keep you safe from harm. From everything I have taught you, do you believe I would put you in a position to get arrested?

“Well, no, Master, but…”

“It’s my job to protect you, and your job is to obey me. I would never ask you to do something like that if I was not sure you were safe. That’s my job, and I need you to trust that I know it’s safe; you are safe. To obey, leave everything else to me.”

We talked about it on the drive home: the ability to trust. Master made a point about most relationships today, not just M/S; it’s one I talk about most.

When we enter a relationship, we are hot and bothered, and everything is wonderful and going amazing. You think you are giving it 100%. But in reality, we are not. We always have one eye looking for the exit in case it goes bad.

We plan for it to fail so we won’t be as badly hurt when it does. But that prevents us from building the trust that we need.

He wanted me to stop looking for that exit. He wanted to own me. I loved it when he told me that. He wanted to be the owner and for me to be the property.

He wanted me to trust him with my life. This is not easy, especially after all I had been through with bad dates, evil masters, and failed communications. Breaking that final wall would take a lot of effort on my part.

But over time, I did it, and I loved it when it happened.

So, yes, when Master tells me to open my top or be topless somewhere, I know he knows it is safe for me to do that. It may be a bit risky or an adrenalin rush, but his assurance that I am safe is enough for me to do as he commands.

The few times we almost got caught were scary yet thrilling, but he has always kept me from harm.

His job is to keep me safe.

My only job is to obey.

I am loved, and I am protected.