My name is…
by Slaveduties
Slave, slut, cunt, whore, maid, servant, dog, puppy, kitten, doll, cum dump, a-portable-wet-hole-to-fuck…today Master took me to the doctor. We go to a doctor in downtown Montreal who knows full well my position in life, and the abuses my body is put through. He practices an alternative lifestyle himself with his wife – but to a lesser degree than the relationship that Master and i share.
The secretary at his office was not the regular, and while normally the regular lady would be the only person in the waiting room that would be akwardly trying to not look at me on my knees with my collar on. It always hurt to be that weird person that everyone was trying not to make eye contact with. The old secretary had gotten used to me quick, and actually payed attention to me, tried to perhaps make my day a little better by smiling at me. I wanted to cuddle up at her feet so badly. She was an older woman, I guess somewhere around 55 or so – and always looked like she just walked in from a 2 month vacation.
This new one, whether she was a permanent or temporary replacement I don’t know – but while she was much more attractive, she certainly hopped on the “ignore that weird thing on the floor in the corner” bandwagon pretty damn fast. It’s not that it bugs me really, I’m used to it – and kneeling beside Master – I feel as if I have a Zeus himself watching over me. I just wish they could see how in love I am. I wish they could understand how much I love my life. If they could only know that I pray to my Master before I sleep, as anyone else would to whichever god they choose to worship…
…if only they knew.
My doctor loves when I come in. I’m always full of fresh bumps and cuts and bruises for him to mend up, and Master always insists he use all his devices to open me up to as far as my body will open. I’ve never been a fan of doctors, their cold steel devices intruding you – now don’t get me wrong, i love anything inside me – including cold steel…but doctors do it for medical purposes which always sucks – however MY doctor while yes doing it for medical purposes, also has his eyes wide open, and a smile dying to erupt on his face, and his cock hardening under his white jacket when Master tells him to send his tool a few clicks further – to see the tears stream down my face…My doctor gets so happy when he has me stretched open so far. His devices I love!
“My name is…” is the title of this post, and while I’ve rambled on quite enough – I think its time I get to my point…
This new secretary, the closed minded bitch that she is – without even looking at me asked my name. I mean what kind of ignant retard do you have to be to ask someone on a collar and leash, on all fours, their name? She looked down at me, and asked ME my name…is it not obvious what I am? Why don’t you ask the man holding my leash my name? I turned bright red, I sunk down further in my kneeling position, and i felt like bawling. I think Master found it funny because he just waited there, and eventually hit me in the back of the head – not too hard – but just to humiliate me further and said “tell the nice lady your name.”
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“My name is…My name is…My name is…M-m-m-master…what is my name?” Yes…I forgot my own name. I was shocked, stupified, taken aback, horrified, belittled, humiliated, distraught, and as happy as 16 year old boy getting his first blowjob. I finally achieved a new level in my slavery…I forgot my own name! I felt like a dumb animal…I sunk to a new level of submission. I simply gave up and handed my humanity to my Master, and just started to bark like a dog, mindlessly. I think he understood what had occured, and I believe he was extremely pleased with the turn of events.
Unfortunatly several hours later, while in the trunk of Masters car on the way home – my name came back to me, I remembered it while I was dilligently thinking about how wonderful Master is. (I am on a new mental training phase of my slavery, that requires me to submit my thoughts to Master as well and think only about him at all times no matter what.) and I thought about the first time I met him and told him my name (which is what reminded me what my own name was)
Not all stories can end happily!
Hello everybody, my name is Damion, and I’m glad to join your conmunity,
and wish to assit as far as possible.
welcome :)
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Your blog really interests me,if I had your doctor I would be really creeped out I don’t like doctors. Do you mind me asking what your names is,if your aloud to tell people
I’m not allowed to give my name away, mainly because Master wants to ensure that If I chose to leave at some point, I will be able to have a good anonymous and normal life. Thanks for your interest though, it does mean alot!
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