We have spent 2 years of bliss together. We have loved, laughed, and You have further enslaved Your boy to the point that i cannot refuse any order, and my sole existence is centered around pleasing You. Then You have to leave. i go on to meet a hot, divorced, soccer mom at the gym, court her, and marry her. i "settle", because i am alone and need someone. It is nothing like what we had together, and I grow short-tempered and unlovable, because i miss what we had, when i was serving You.
You return to Your country, and restore Your family to fabulous wealth, while winning an elected seat in the government, and attaining a powerful position. You have also met a partner, but he is not Your kgotso, and You know it. You "settle" for him, like i settled for the divorced soccer mom, because that's what people do to move on with their lives.
We continue to stay in touch over the next eight years. i have been very successful, and I am planning an early retirement at 50. i have continued my fitness regimen, and through botox, yoga, and newly developed supplements to forestall the aging process, i still look hot. i have accumulated 2.5 MM dollars in retirement savings. You are now 31, and in a position of power and wealth. We have talked about me coming to You at some point, but we were never sure it would happen. i am in a childless, loveless marriage, and i have filed for divorce. You have dismissed Your lover (You never bothered to marry him). Because we have stayed in touch, You know everything about my situation. You decide it is time, and You summon Your kgotso. i don't know what the future will hold, but i book a one-way ticket to come to You. Your driver will be waiting to collect Your slave at the airport. i have emailed the pass code to the account holding the $2.5M and by agreement, You have transferred all of the money into Your personal account, and You have left me with only $100 for emergencies, and the one-way ticket. i arrive with no possessions, and only one thought in mind: That i am now to serve You in any way You require, for the rest of my natural life...
The star brand is still there, even though it has faded over the years. i swear i can feel it every time Your driver goes over a bump on the way to Your secluded private home on the eastern shore. i have arrived on a Wednesday, and You will be flying from Your office in the city to be with Your boy on Friday. i am to use the time to get rested and acclimated to the local time, and to prepare Your body for inspection upon Your arrival. i am to be waiting for You in Your personal quarters at 7PM on Friday, naked, shaved, kneeling, and with eyes downcast. In our past, You owned Your slave, but the "real world" would always intervene from time to time, making true and full ownership impractical. Your desire to fully own Your boy has never faded. It has, in fact, deepened, and You have decided that now that the outside world can no longer intervene, this will now be my "real world". Greeting You this way sets the tone for how things will be for Your slave from now on.
Over the next two days i am free to explore the estate, and i happen upon a lever that opens a panel in the wall of Your personal bedroom. i am shocked to discover a large room, filled with bondage furniture, toys, and torture devices. i recognize most of the items, as over the last eight years i have made a hobby of designing furniture and devices for Your amusement, but never actually built them. There seemed to be no point, as You were not with me to enjoy them. i had attached the plans to some of my emails to You, for You to see what i had designed for You. You have contracted local craftsmen to build all of the devices i designed, and some i do not recognize that You must have thought of. Over the years, You have innocently asked me to measure certain parts of Your body, and i never knew why. i realize now that all of the furniture and devices have been manufactured to fit Your boy perfectly. You always knew that You would summon Your kgotso to come serve You again, and You have kept Your workers busy building, in anticipation of his return.
At precisely 7PM on Friday, i hear the sound of Your helicopter approaching, and my pulse quickens. i am filled with longing to gaze upon Your beautiful face again, but i will not raise my eyes until permitted to do so. i remain on my knees and wait for the sound of Your voice...
You enter the room, standing at the threshold, and look Your slave over. You are pleased to see that he has been working to sculpt Your body to Your liking for all these years.
You say: "Come to me kgotso, and kiss your Mistress' feet. You belong to me again, and this time, it's for good. You will live and die in my service. You no longer have free will, or a choice."
i crawl to You, naked, and begin kissing Your feet obediently. i feel the rush of knowing that You have total and complete ownership of me for the next 20 or 30 years. i have accepted this position in serving You. This is my new life, and i am thankful for it. i know that when You no longer find me physically attractive, You might choose to replace me. i accept this, and can only hope that You will not, and that You will instead take younger, virile lovers to please You, while using and loving Your boy until the end.
i have not raised my gaze from Your feet, and i feel Your hands put something around my neck. It is a silver collar, and once it is closed, it cannot be opened or removed without destroying it. It is permanent, and i will wear it until the day i die. "You may raise your eyes boy.", You say. i look up at You, and see that You are even more beautiful than i remembered. You are smiling down at me. Your hair is a bit shorter, but fuller, and Your body is still amazing. Your eyes still look at Your boy with a combined sense of ownership and lust, and it makes me know that my decision to come belong to You again was the smartest thing i have ever done, and that it is my destiny.
"We will take a tour of My Home and the grounds now, and I will acquaint You with Your role here. I will be giving You instructions along the way. I want you to know I love You with all my heart, My Kgotso, but I will beat You until you are bloody, bruised and broken if you forget My instructions. My doctors will repair My slave's body, and I will beat you over and over again until I know that you will not forget My instructions. Is that clear, Kgotso?" i respond with a clearly stated "Yes Mistress".
"I know that You are a very good boy, so I doubt that such brutal methods will ever be necessary, but you need to be aware of the consequences."
"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress."
You attach a leash to the ring on the collar. "You will follow me at exactly three paces at all times, except when you need to open a door for me, or are directed to perform a task for me. We will begin here, in My Bedroom. You will be allowed to sleep here, with me, as I love falling asleep in my kgotso's arms. Every morning, you will wake up before me and fetch a cup of coffee for me from the kitchen. You will kneel by the bed and massage my feet until I awaken. After I have enjoyed my morning coffee and foot massage, you will pleasure me with My tongue, then I will empty my bladder in My mouth. If you spill so much as a drop, I will beat you until my arms are tired and you will spend a night in that slave cage at the foot of my bed. Is that clear, kgotso?"
"Yes Mistress."
You lead me over to the wall and pull the lever, opening the sliding panel to Your torture/pleasure chamber. "I'm sure my kgotso has already discovered this room in his explorations. At the end of our tour, we will be returning here to resume your long overdue training. I plan to take great pleasure in showing my boy just how sadistic I truly am. You will feel profound pain in this room, and I will be enjoying your screams and cries. The room is soundproofed, so we won't disturb my servants if I choose to torture you all night at times. Of course, you do not have a safe word, kgotso. You also have no limits except for what I decide for you. It is such a paradox, isn't it? I love you more than any other, yet I take great pleasure from hurting my boy. I have never enjoyed exercise very much, but I will be using your daily beatings as my exercise. I do not need a reason to beat my boy bloody. I do not need a reason to punish my boy. I will be doing so whenever I feel like it, and I will beat you until my arms are tired, and I have worked up a sweat from the effort. If you please me, I may reward you by allowing you to lick the sweat off Your Mistress' body and lick me to orgasm afterwards. Is that clear, kgotso?"
"Yes Mistress. Thank You Mistress."
You proceed to take me outside, and as we walk past some of Your male and female servants and they simply smile and nod, even though i am naked and collared. I notice that they are all young and attractive, and appear to be of many different nationalities. You smile at me, and tell me that all of Your servants know of me, and that they were expecting me. "I have spent years assembling this staff. They are well paid for their service and their discretion and they are all completely submissive to me. They are capable and extremely loyal servants, and I take pleasure from them all from time to time. You are, and always will be, My One True Love and slave, kgotso, but you are in my world now, and I will continue to use my servants to satisfy my desires. Only you will ever share my bed though, my love."
The estate is immense. We cross the back lawn, where an attractive and muscular man that appears to Native American is trimming some hedges, and we walk through the woods at the rear of the estate until we come to what appears to be a stable and a horse paddock. There are no horses in sight, however. Half of the stable is equipped with state of the art fitness equipment. Lining one wall are bits and bridles, crops and whips, and a pair of shiny and very sharp spurs. "This is where my kgotso will be maintaining his physique for me. You will continue to follow your exercise regimen, and it will be supplemented with your duties as my pony. At times, we will use a saddle that I have had fitted for you, other times you will pull a cart, but most of the time i will enjoy riding you bareback. I'm looking forward to feeling my boy's delicious back muscles tense against my pussy when I dig the spurs into your thighs."
"Come boy, we'll go back to the house now. There will be plenty of time for riding lessons later. We are to begin your training again, starting tonight."
