So now I have a slave.  What is it that I really want from desiree?  This is not as easy to figure out as I thought it would be.  First of all, I have to keep in mind that there are two people involved in this arrangement, not just me.  Of course I have fantasies, many of them dark and Sadistic.  I also love humiliation play.  As I mentioned earlier, I myself was for a short time a toilet slave, so am well versed in scat and urine play.  This does not mean that everybody enjoys this type of play.  And desiree has made it clear that she has no interest in playing with my waste.  However….I would not let her have any hard limits if she was willing to be my slave. 

Why should she have the choice whether to allow me the pleasure of using her anyway I see fit?  So she agreed to not have any limits whatsoever.  This, however, will be a topic for a future blog post.   As easy as it would be to demonstrate my total control over her, and live every fantasy, make her consume all of my waste, and perform all domestic duties around the house, I have to remember that she has willingly agreed to be my submissive, because she loves me greatly.  I, in turn, love her just as much. 

Consequently, I do want to make every effort to control her, yet make it as pleasurable for her as I can, so that she will feel that her submission to me was not a mistake.  I guess it is possible to be a Master with a conscience, and to keep my best friend and lover (who also happens to be my slave for life) happy as well.

Keeping all of this in mind, what have I decided that I want her to do for me?  First of all, I want her to be an excellent domestic servant.  We have already developed a morning routine that she follows to help me get ready for work in the morning.  She has to keep the house in immaculate condition, keep herself in great shape, cook an excellent meal in the evening, and help me at work in any manner that I require.  The list will continue to grow as we settle in to this lifestyle more.  But for now, this list of activities keeps her busy. 

Secondly, she must be naked at all times, except when her 18 year old daughter is present.  She has no problem with this, and I love her body.  The recent piercings that she endured set off a lovely set of breasts, and the clit hood ring dangles so beautifully below her labia. 

She will, at my command, remove her clothing in the car, and also in my office when nobody else is present.  Nudity is one of major tenets of her submission to me, and I will be unyielding in this demand. 

Beyond the requirements of her domestic servitude and her nudity, I have not yet decided how much of the other aspects of slavery that I will demand.  I know that I will continue her sensation training, even though she does not enjoy pain.  One may ask why I would do this.  The answer is pretty simple….I enjoy inflicting pain.  This is where I need to maintain control of myself, however.  I will continue to explore, and push desiree’s rather limited boundaries, and live out some of my fantasies as well.   It would just be easier if she was into pain, but oh well.  We have talked about this very topic at length, and she has agreed to let me do whatever I want, so…………

The activity that scares desiree the most is my love of humiliation.  I know that I will make her drink my urine, and she knows this also, but, for the time being, we have taken consuming scat off of the table.  She agreed to be my slave FOREVER if I would not make her eat shit (and if I agreed to not make her have a nude wedding).  With this lifetime agreement on the line, I thought I could give up scat as a requirement.  I do secretly hope that she will give me the opportunity to do this though as a gift to her Master.  Whether I would actually do this to her or not is still a question, but just knowing I could do it if I wanted would be a great gesture on her part.

So there you have it, this is what I want from my slave.  I will keep working on her sensation and humiliation training, just because I love it, but I will also keep her thoughts and emotions in mind as I do this.  My goal for her though is to make her my ultimate slave, one who can perform any task that I require, with grace and beauty.

Master phones “We’re going out tonight. Wear a dress with no underwear or bra.” It’s cold outside, but i know it’s one of his favorite ways for me to be dressed. So i slipped on a tank top and a nice red sweater. Then a skirt and some boots.

He gets home, takes a look and says, “I want you in a 1-piece dress”.   i’m not happy, but i start digging around for a suitable dress. Master directs me to a certain dress which is sleeveless. i’m growing upset. If we’re going out, then i’ll look like an idiot in a sleeveless dress, no bra, and pale legs. But this is part of my servitude.

i request to wear a bra for this particular dress as it’s form-fitting. He allows it but only after stating that it’s only because i’ll feel better about it.

Then He instructs me to wear sandals! Talk about a fashion no-no. i start to get pissed but rummage around looking for a pair of brown sandals to wear. i find only 1 sandal and look for the missing mate. My attitude takes a turn for the worse and i mutter things under my breath.

Master tells me to improve my attitude. i agree to do so, but my jaw is clenched and i’m resistant. He tells me to put on a pair of high heels rather than sandals as i can’t locate a complete pair.

Have to admit, i’m looking pretty good in the dress, heels, a shawl and a long coat.

My cold has been getting worse throughout the day so i take some cold medicine before we go. i grab two gelcaps and gulp them down. Crap…i took Nyquil instead of Dayquil. Fuck! Medication works well for me. Sometimes too well.  Too late to do anything about it now.

Then we leave. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going. When we pull off the highway onto an exit where the seedier side of town is, my fears start to kick in. i get quiet…real quiet.

Master has been talking about my getting some piercings as his “mark” on me. He wants both nipples and a genital piercing. When i ask, He does confirm this is where we’re going. i’m not sure i’m ready for this.

The shop we pull up to has quite a few cars outside…a good sign. We walk inside and there are other people meandering around the waiting area. We stick out like sore thumbs – well dressed and quite a bit older than the other customers. i’m resigned to seeing this through.

Josh – the piercer – takes us to one of the back rooms. He’s a short kid who only comes up to my collarbone. Master discusses with him what He wants. i try not to panic.  Josh tells me that i’m looking pretty calm. i don’t bring up the Nyquil.

i have to strip down naked except for my high heels. He stands in front of me, eye-level with my breasts, and remarks, “Nice!” If the circumstances were different, i’d perhaps be pleased but there’s no appreciation at this moment, just a feeling of dread.  He takes a pen and marks both sides of the nipples. All the while, he and Master are discussing what type of jewelry to put there.  i’m not brought into the conversation. i think Josh knows what’s going on.

i’m directed to lay down on the table. i do, feeling self-conscious. For Josh, it appears to be no big deal. Master stands by my head and holds my hand. i’m grateful for that. He has a pleased look in His eye and i know he enjoys showing me off in this manner.

Josh says, “Take a deep breath.” i do and then BAM!  i let out a yelp. It frickin’ hurts!!! The pain is almost unbearable. i mean, i’ve handled painful situations such as childbirth before but this is something people do voluntarily? Holy crap.

i look down and there appears to be a nail with a cork on the end driven through my nipple. Apparently the ring isn’t immediately inserted as it’s a 2-step process. Then he preps the second nipple. He promises that the first one is always the worst. We all know he’s lying.

The second nipple gets pierced. i’m squeezing Master’s hand…hard.

Before the pain recedes, Josh removes the nail and inserts the ring. It’s just as bad as the initial sensation. i want to jump out and run – even naked. At this point, i don’t care about modesty. Then Josh tells me that he’s never had someone as loud as me before. i don’t believe him in the least. He didn’t do anything to even numb the area first. Asshole…

He finishes and i don’t bother to look down as i’m still dealing with the pain. Blood, guts, or even pain for that matter – i’m not a fan.  He asks Master for his opinion and they agree it looks good.

Then they start poking around my lower anatomy in a clinical manner until a decision on where to pierce and what to place there has been reached.

He starts the process. i can barely tolerate it but he eventually gets the job done. The pain is still very present. i open my eyes and look down. There’s blood running out of my left nipple. The right one is dripping, but not nearly as much. Also, the genital piercing is also producing blood. i hadn’t realized it but my body is shaking perhaps from shock and also because i haven’t eaten anything since lunch.

Josh shows Master how to get the rings in and out. Apparently some pliers are necessary in order to do this. Yeah, i can picture going into Home Depot looking for tools to disengage the hardware. “Aisle 7 – right next to the wire cutters.” Uh huh.

Josh leaves the room in order for us to get cleaned up. Master grabs some paper towels and blots up the blood. At this point, i’m really glad i took the Nyquil.

I’m 48 years old and getting body piercings? That’ll give the future nursing homes something to talk about at least.

Master helps me to get cleaned up. Blood has run onto my arm, stomach, into my butt crack and onto the table. i work to control my shaking. Energy level has bottomed out and i’m far from perky. i need food. Fast.

Josh takes us up front and gives directions on keeping the areas clean. He says he thinks we’re cool. i just want to get out of there, especially after i see one of the customers take out her cell phone. The thought flashes through my mind that she’s using it to take pictures of us. I positioned myself out of her line of sight…just in case. The last thing i want is to have photos posted on the internet. “Old People Getting Piercings”

We leave the shop and find a good restaurant. The Nyquil and shock have combined to make me lethargic and perhaps a bit ill-tempered.

The meal was good, even if i had to work to keep my head up. On the way home, Master allows me to lean the seat back and close my eyes. The pinching sensations don’t go away, but they’re manageable. When we get home, i carefully took the bra off (ouch) and was somewhat horrified to see the amount of blood gathered on the left side. i’d figured it would be like ear-piercing, but apparently not.

Now a week later, i’m happy i got the piercings. It was an experience and it also pleases Master.