A brief story which explains how I became the slave that I am and sets the scene for any further stories from my life.
I first met my Mistress when I started to visit Her when She was a professional Dominatrix at a dungeon in my city. After my very first session I was bewitched by her and the power she had over me and I started to visit Her most weeks.
She quickly taught me to be completely obedient and stretched all of my limits further than I had ever imagined possible.
After some time She and the other Mistresses at the dungeon accepted me as a slave and to my surprise I was offered the chance to become a house slave at the dungeon and was only too keen to accept. This meant that I spent each Saturday and Sunday at the dungeon where I was kept naked and required to serve all of the Mistresses in any way they wished.
This involved waiting on them in their spare time and cleaning the two dungeons after each session which the Mistresses had with their clients. If any of their clients wanted the services of a slave in their session then of course I was required to meet whatever they requested. This included young women who wished to be taught how to become Mistresses in which case I would be placed in the cage before they arrived so that the trainee Mistress could fetch me from there into the dungeon. There I was used for them to learn the use of various whips and canes and in some cases learn how to carry out anal fisting or ball busting under the instruction of one of the House Mistresses
Although I was required to serve all of the Mistresses I still thought of myself as a slave to my Mistress.
After many months of this service I was horrified when my Mistress suddenly announced that, as She had a good income from Her second interest as a writer, She had decided to retire from Her work as a Dominatrix. She explained that She didn't get the satisfaction She wanted as a Dominatrix because, as the clients paid for the Mistress to satisfy their fantasies, although She enjoyed the power and the opportunities to satisfy Her sadistic desires, the truth was that the clients were deciding what happened and therefore "topping from the bottom".
Although I could still carry on as a house slave my real devotion was to my Mistress so I begged and begged Her to be allowed to continue as Her personal slave and, as I had just been made redundant from my job, I explained that I could be Her personal full time live in slave if only She was willing to have me. Since I would have no rights whatsoever there would be no chance for me to "top from the bottom".
My Mistress eventually agreed to let me have a trial period as a live in full time slave with the same relationship as we had had with me as Her slave at the dungeon.
I moved in to Her home and took on all of the domestic duties and my Mistress started to train me afresh to be Her complete slave with the understanding that She had total ownership of me.
After several months of training and with me being even more committed to serving Her as my Mistress we both agreed that the life we were living was what we both wanted and agreed to make the arrangement permanent. As I had no other commitments it was agreed that I would dispose of all of my assets and put them all in my Mistress's name.
I was not concerned about this arrangement but my Mistress insisted that I needed some protection in case anything happened to Her and to my astonishment said She thought the best answer was that we should get married. She made it clear that this would change nothing in the way we lived and that in particular I should understand that I would never have the privilege of having sexual intercourse with Her.
Once I had agreed to this She made all of the arrangements for the wedding and invited Her closest friends and all of the mistresses from the dungeon. I had no one I wished to invite but it was made clear that even if I had it would not have been allowed.
