People ask me “when did you know you were owned” or some silly variation of the question.
I have always known that He owned me. When our one year anniversary was approaching, it was difficult to find a gift that I could give Him to show Him my appreciation and dedication for owning me and turning me into the slave that I had always dream to be. Making my dreams a reality and taking me beyond everything I ever dreamed of.
When we had met, he had asked me for my fears, my “Likes and dislikes” and my list of “Oh Hell No” Over that year He had taken the ones that were important to Him and turned them into “Anytime he wants to Do That”.
The big thing that most people don’t get, is that He took away the ones that made no sense to Him. Why worry about things he has no interest in doing or in making His slave do?
In short, in one year, He took away every reason a slave could have for wanting to end the relationship. I no longer had that one thought buried in the back of my head. The one so many women always have after a few bad relationships. “what to do when it goes bad” I stopped wondering IF it will ever end and started to live as if it really never will end.
So for the one year anniversary gift to my Owner, I decided to give Him ME!
From that day forward, I would never think about anything except what I need to do to make Him happy. No more safe words, No more limits. if He commanded, I obeyed.
That’s a lot of trust to hand to one person.
Several weeks later I would be reminded of my gift to Him. it was the middle of the week and we were out for lunch with a long time friend of His whom I had never met before. we were at our favorite restaurant and I was introduced to the friend as His slave. Nothing new there.
His friend had a few questions about the introduction. But since the two men were old friends, he had no issue with that. The friend expressed some curiosity because I was not the type of woman my Owner would normally date.
Master-Sir was very upfront and told Him we never really dated. That we always had been Master/slave. period. His friend should see the women that He really dates!
The conversation was fun, stimulating, and educational during the meal. The friend got to like me a lot more as the meal went on and started to talk more with me. something I am usually uncomfortable with, but my owner allowed it.
Afterward, we went outside, walked out to a park near the restaurant, and the place we had parked.
At one point, the friend became more focused on our relationship and just how much of a “slave” I really was. since we were now in the park and not around anyone, He could ask more pointed questions.
My Master and His friend started to get graphic and my Owner made the remark that His friend seemed to enjoy staring at my saggy boobs thru my loose blouse.
The top three buttons were missing so it also showed plenty of cleavage.
The friend smiled and said he in fact enjoyed watching them all the time he was eating. the blouse I was wearing didn’t leave too much for the imagination. He then told my Owner that if ever possible, that He would someday like to see them for real, out in the open.
Master-Sir turned to me and told me to show His friend my boobs. right there, right now.
So I nervously put my hands on my blouse and slowly started to unbutton the few remaining buttons while looking around to make sure we weren’t being watched by some overbearing parent with their child in the park.
That’s when I felt the hard slap of my Owner’s hand to my face and a deep-voiced, command to do as I was told. Master-Sir firmly informed me that my hesitation was not proper and not acceptable. I stammered about needing to watch for others. Master-Sir quickly reminded me that I belong to Him.
It is up to Him to make sure His commands are proper for the location and the surroundings and that my only worry is to be sure that I was doing as I was told.
I quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse and with both hands, opening up so that the wonderful friend could see my saggy boobs. See that in fact, they are big, they are real and the nipples are always rock hard, wanting to be pinched and fondled.
I quickly apologized to my Owner as well as His friend for being disobedient and promised never to hesitate after being given a command again.
At that point, I didn’t care who saw. My owner was proud enough in His ownership of me and my body, that He wanted to show off my saggy tits in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of a city park. I will do my best to make sure it’s done and that those looking can enjoy the scenery.
As I stood there, holding my blouse open and staring into the eyes of His friend, seeing the smile he was giving me back. he was enjoying seeing my boobs as much as he was enjoying being able to see them in the open, in public like that.
Instantly, I just knew that I was now 100% owned and operated by my Owner and that He knew what was best for His slave. There was no going back to my old life.
My Owner was right. he had never given me a reason to not trust in anything that He said. why would he give me an order to flash my tits in a city park if he thought there was a chance of being seen or being caught and jailed?
He had made sure with a quick scan of the park, that it was safe before giving me His command. its what an Owner does. Protects His property while also wanting to show it off.
That flip of the mind was the last little bit of my old world I still had in me. The one who still saw me as a thirty-something female who was living as a slave with her Master.
That slap and that command, made me stop looking at myself like that and started to see me as what I was and what I wanted to be. I was from that moment on, 100% owned by Him. I was and I am a well cared for piece of property.
I am not a woman, I am a slave who is owned and cared for.
And I have never looked back. In a strange but wonderful way, I feel like I have more freedom now as His slave then I had before that moment. I have no concern for what other people think or want from me. He tells me what to do and I do it. I make Him happy and that is what I live for.
I am Owned. I am His slave. No question about that. It took a lot of trust and one well-placed slap in a city park and one moment of flashing my boobs out in public for me to truly understand that!