I often make notes of things that come across my mind and go back and look at them later. One such thing was about how being owned is actually freedom and through service, however it may look, we can experience unconditional love even as owned property.
Sounds a lot more sentimental than some of our twitter or Bluesky posts may reveal, but I want to tell you a little about it, if you are so inclined to listen. While I get messages all of the time about meeting up with someone for a scene (and those things do serve a purpose), though I am not allowed to do that even if I wanted to. I don’t personally crave that. What I crave is connection through shared kinks, interests, etc. I’d much rather make a new kink friend, have dinner and talk about all of our kinks, and then tell them how amazing MY Master is for me and ask about theirs, etc.
Recently, we took our annual birthday/anniversary trip and landed in the land of maple leaves. We visited with our Steelwerks family. Family that’s a pretty big word, Mr. And Mrs. S are truly our extended family and I always leave time with them energized and I hope that I breathe as much life into them as they give to us.
During our trip, Master and I got to be together in a world class dungeon. As the straight jacket went on, my level of horniness increased with each feeling of the straps getting tighter. My Master knows I’d do anything for him (I also trust him enough to know that he will always protect me). It is at this point where my straining cock and my eyes betray me. I know he knows he owns every fucking part of me, but my body doesn’t need to broadcast it. But it does, and he knows that internal struggle of me wanting to pretend to be a little bit hard to get when it comes to him.
Master picked out a hood, which he knows I love. He also knows I have a little bit of claustrophobia. I trust him. He slides the hood over my head and I relaxed into my Master. I feel my breath getting quicker. He notices and checks in on me. I ask for a moment to center myself as he talks to me and holds me. “I’m ready, Master,” I respond as he asks if I am okay to proceed. As the hood is tightened around my head, I feel a sense of freedom, of security, of a closer connection. This dick attached to me that I no longer control strains inside the cage. I’m just a fucking object for my Master to use as he sees fit, at this point.
I hear my Master breathing as he works around me in my dark, restrained world. I feel him touch me and move me as he connects gear together. I hear the clicking of the hoist as it lifts me up. I smile. Although the hood does not show the emotion, Master senses it. I feel his hands against me. He talks to me. I just want him more. He has taken me to a place where I have no cares, no control, and no anxieties about that lack of control because MY Master is in control. He takes care of his property. I know I am one of his most prized possessions, if not the most (have you seen his new car? It’s hard to compete with 600+hp),
As our time together continues, I am given my Master’s pain. What a fucking honor to do that for him. It makes me proud to feel the heat and the warmth of the leather strap as it marks my ass. The sting of the cane leaves a lasting impression, as well. “Do you want more, slave?” he asks. I all but begged for it. He asks the same question again. I hurt, I feel amazing, I’m horny, I feel his love and his pride. Of course, I tried not to beg for more when I answered.
Master asked Mr. S if he’d like to give his slave pain. As he began to give me pain on behalf of my Master. I can’t describe to you how proud that made me. I couldn’t see my Master’s face, but I could “see” his smile and feel his pride. As Master took over and finished giving me all the pain he wanted me to have, I was proud. I could tell that we had pushed new limits. I could hear it in his voice. I could feel it in my ass, for sure.
While some may see this as odd or mean or whatever, I do not care. Our relationship is based on our love for each other, the kink is just an expression of that. It helps us grow closer. It makes us stronger. He knows things about me that no other person on this planet knows. When he asks about fantasies I have, I always feel a need to explain it. He just says, “Stop. There is no reason to explain or justify it.” In muggle terms, it is the equivalent of “I love you, every fucking bit of you, unconditionally.”
Sometimes serving the man I love doesn’t look nearly as exciting as this, but being able to have this connection when we are replacing the door lock that needs replacing is just as thrilling. One other random thought that I had (and couldn’t figure out just where to put it in the post) is about being seen as my Master’s slave is this… We have friends that know mostly what our relationship entails, but they may or may not be into our kinks. Recently, we have begun keeping me in my uniform when others come over (with their consent, of course). Last week it was his friend, my dentist. I was my naked, collared, locked, plugged self when he came to the house and it was, well, natural. He knew about our relationship but this was the first time he had seen it. It was amazing for me, and I know Master was proud.
Me being me, I messaged him later that night. I told him that I hope that it wasn’t overwhelming for him. He responded with something like it was a beautiful thing to see our closeness and intimacy of our relationship. That is quite the compliment, in my opinion. We revealed to him our lives in a way that most have never seen, and his takeaway was that he could feel our love and connection for one another. I wanted to cry. To know that the outside world sees the freedom and unconditional love that only gets stronger with time, just melted my heart. To think that someone else can sense the freedom my service gives me and the unconditional love that flows back and forth with that, just makes me the happier than you’d think an owned slave could ever be.
To my Master and Daddy, you make me the happiest man on this planet. I love you more on certain days of the week and some holidays, unconditionally, and forever. Your love, in return, is unconditionally given, and gives me a freedom that I never would imagined possible. I never imagined meeting some hot, sexy man for lunch would turn out to be one of the most amazing things that has ever happened to me. However, I think he already knew.
What an enormous privilege for your followers to be able to share your relationship in this way. It is a truly inspiring narrative and one that this slave craves for itself.