Never did I ever think that I would write a headline like that one!! But my Owner does like to keep me on my toes.

So here’s the story. The new year started out as it usually does, with my Owner fucking His slave as we watched the new year come into our lives. From that point on, He decided we needed to make a few changes in how I serve Him and how I behave like a slave.

In the last couple of posts, I may have explained a couple of the new rules or protocols. Like being the dog with the command “Stay” meaning i am on all fours, my head is up and facing forward. My saggy tits are just barely touching the ground and my legs are apart to show off my wet and sloppy pussy.

I am to stay in that position until told explicitly otherwise to move. Pain be dammed and my cries for relief are properly ignored. If I am fucked in that position, I still am not allowed to move in order to clean the cock that used me. If they desire, they can move to my mouth and i will suck them clean with pride and smile as I thank them for the honor. But I will not move.

After using me, what they deposit inside me leaks out over time and when I am allowed to move, I must quickly lick up any mess I made on the floor before I am to do as commanded.

We Talked, He Confessed

Master-Sir and I were enjoying a beautiful sunny January day out by the pool. Not in it, just by it. I had served Him a sandwich and a drink for lunch. as I knelt at His feet, back properly straight, Hands behind my back and a smile on my face. Something that was also part of the new protocols. I had made a request to allow me to relax as the pain from sitting in this new position was starting to bother me. Master-Sir said “NO” I thanked Him and obeyed.

Then after a few minutes, He relented and allowed me to curl up into between His legs as He patted my hair and put my boobs into the palms of His hands. He began to talk. He asked if I was having problems with the new rules that He gave to me at the beginning of the year. yes, I was. I am not understanding why the new protocols. I also explained that my old body is having issues using muscles that I forgot I had.

Master-Sir offered an apology for not discussing them with me earlier. or at least giving me an advanced notice that He was planning to go all “Super Dom” on me!

However, he had always thought about it. We started as Master and slave. That was it. He wanted a slave in His life to make His life more pelasurabel. A slave to keep His hom ein order and to be there to use as he wanted, when he wanted to. as well, soemoen He coul dgrow to love, cherish, protect and grow old with. i fit the bill as he did the same fo rwhat io was lookign for. we were not into the whips, the chains, the costumes and the “silly” protocols.

But He always admired the couples that were into it. The formal positions for the slave to be in for various activities. He liked that I was very obedient and easy to train to be more obedient for the ways that he wanted to live and play. But there was always something missing.

Then it hit him one day. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something with the President being greeted by the Military’s guards. It was the parades or the pomp and circumstances that President Trump was admiring as He walked by them and that became the moment that my owner started to make the decision to add the formality into my service.

His Confession

Master-Sir had me look Him in the eyes. He held my chin, He apologized for the sudden changes and that, yes, I am older now and my body doesn’t move the way that it used to. As well, my body is not skinny and has a few things in the way, making certain movements a little more difficult if not painful. He apologized for not doing this when we first met. But He guessed maybe He was just thankful that He had found His dream slave and was happy at just having a slave to own and use. It was easy to just make it the way we made it. Not much planning or coordinating because it worked “good enough” for Him.

But now, He askes that I hang in there. Do my best to do as He commands. For me to stick it out for a few more weeks, maybe the first of February and we can reevaluate how it all is at that point. He did remind me that I do have safe words and that saying “Yellow” may get Him to pause the command or make an adjustment for that one command for me to get through it and to serve Him as needed. He knows I hate to use and that I have never used a safe word on Him that we can think of.

So I thanked Him. To be honest, we were both wet in the eyes as He confessed the reasons for the new rules and His asking me to please be obedient and to do as He commands for a little longer before we take a long hard look at where to go from here. I agreed to give my owner what he had asked for. But I may actually need ot call “yellow” occasionally and he would be ok with that.

Yellow means to pause, not stop. Toi give me a moment or two to relax, regain my thoughts and my stregth to continue with the command. I would not, not do what he commanded of me,. It is just that I would need a break to work the muscles, get the sores worked out before I would be able to resume my services as requested.

I am a slave an di will always obey Him, no matter the cost to me. But I am so glad to know the reasons for the long delayed protocols that I am now finding myself having to learn and use.

If I am totally honest with myself, i am finding myself pretty proud to be able to do what he has asked. That I can take the pain while He enjoys the beauty of the new way His slave is serving Him. Like Him, I do wished we had started this a few years earlier. It would have been so much easier!!

With All my Love

Bitch Slave