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Long-term full time isn't what it is cracked up to be. When the excitement of the newness has warn away and you are stuck in a routine, some days can feel like one really hard day at work. Only, with operate, you can go house and forget things for a few hours. With this, your boss comes home and monitors your and highlights any failings you did over the course of they afternoon. And more likely then not, fucks you.
This is the stage I am at. I have been in full time 24/7 for over a year. I have another 2 years left of this contract and I will keep to it. I'm sure to some I will sound ungrateful, that I have found what so many (a choose few) people aspire to and to have the Master whom earns enough that he can retain me full time, it is a great fantasy for them. But with all things, when fantasy becomes the reality, it can become mundane and repetitive, and some days, you wish for what another has. Mainly this is because you hold had a crap morning yourself.
If I have an issue, I should transport it to my Master to deal with, if he so chooses. It is his job to shape my life, thus if I have a problem, I need to bring it to his attention. He is not a mind reader, however he can often obtain a
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"Hey, Gerard, here's something in your line." Jeff said to me as he plunked down a section of the newspaper. I glanced down but didn't view it.
"Where?"
"Here." Jeff pointed at a small bit of type under the "Events" section. "You deserve to head here after serve tonight."
I read over the squib. "A slave sale?" I said dubiously.
"Well, you said you wanted to get some work done around your house." Jeff pointed out.
"Yeah." I said. "But I was thinking of hiring a professional team. You know, bonded and licensed."
"I've been to one of these." Jeff said. "The frat has a lot of football jocks in it. You mostly want the guy to haul that junk out of the backyard, right?"
"Yeah." I agreed. I had rented this home, and the old lady who had lived there until forced to move to a retirement community had the most awful amount of crap piled in back you'd ever see. My few calls to the maid services had been useless, they had either refused the venture or quoted ridiculous prices. I could get my own pickup truck to haul the crap to the junkyard, so I hadn't been willing to remunerate them. Not to mention the basement needed the same treatment, as did the attic and a couple of back rooms.
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Chapter One As I bounced around in the trunk of his machine, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in amazing pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no plan when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory. It was hard to believe of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I mind back to how all this got started…. I’m an 18 year antique college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a occupied scholarship. Even though I’m rather little, my rock strenuous body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility make up for any possible compact comings. Actually I’m almost 5 feet 4 inches statuesque and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I perform out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I’m into bondage, successfully actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and entity locked in them with a tiny pain thrown in to boot. Anyway, I was at the gym functional out one time when a fellow probably in his very early thirties asked me if I would detect him while