The Slaves Journey Begins Ch 07

Chapter 7: The Mark of Ownership

The daily rituals imposed by his Mistress brought a new rhythm into the slave's days.

Each morning, as the sun began its rise into the sky, he would wake up to the awareness of his adorned self. The henna collar and anklet, once fresh and vivid, but renewed each week, had settled into a deeper hue on his skin, a semi-permanent testament to the passage of time and the permanence of his submission as reflected in the markings.

He also had to mark his daily rhythms in his duties due to his Mistress. On rising, his first duty of the day was to send an email to his Mistress. This was not a mere formality; it was a meticulous accounting of his feelings and experiences for his Mistress to see his daily progress in accepting and sliding into the role of Her slave. It was also to outline his plans for the day. The tone was always reverent, acknowledging her authority, and the content was a reflection of his innermost thoughts and in particular, his growing need for Her dominance and his acceptance and desire for more.

He detailed the impact of wearing the steel cock cage, describing the physical sensations as well as the psychological and physical weight of being constantly locked in his Mistress's control. He kept a journal for his Mistress; it was a confessional, a space wherein he explored the depths of his submission and desire to please and detailed such to his Mistress. She gained an insight into his thoughts, desires, aches and more - all of which She could - and would - use to torment his sexual chastity all the more.

But Her control didn't stop there, not by a long shot. His Mistress had integrated her dominance into his daily routine in a way that extended into his life, routines and thoughts well beyond the confines of her presence. She had an evening ritual. The evening email that added an extra layer of submission and ensured She was in his thoughts as he went to sleep. In this email, he would request permission for what to wear the next day to work - he outlined what was available and what Her choices might be. It wasn't just about clothing; it was about surrendering even the most mundane choices to her authority and her choices. The act of seeking approval for attire became a tangible manifestation of his commitment in the morning and stayed with him all day.

The Mistress responded to these choices with a mix of affirmation and control, dictating what he should wear based on her whims or desires to demonstrate Her dominance. The morning routine became a dance of obedience, and the slave found solace in the structure it brought to his life. The simple act of selecting clothes became an intimate exchange, a daily reminder of his servitude and Her control. After all it was Her clothing choices that hid his cock cage away for the day.

She had another daily ritual. His daily workout. His workout routine was another avenue through which his Mistress asserted her dominance. The slave was expected to maintain a rigorous exercise regimen, keeping himself in shape and taut; a physical expression of devotion and dedication. Each day, he detailed his workout in the evening email, describing the repeats, the exercises, the weights, the sweat, the strain, and the fatigue. It wasn't just about keeping fit; it was about following Her desires to mold his body to better serve his Mistress's desires. He knew the look that She always gave him at the start of their RT sessions - the critical eye examining his muscles and evaluating his progress.

As he pumped iron and ran on the treadmill, he envisioned himself sculpting his form and his body to meet her expectations. His physical exertion mirrored the mental discipline required in submission and devotion. His Mistress, though miles away, became a silent presence in his mind when he was in the gym, an invisible force that pushed him to his limits. Of course his slave collar markings and slave ankle markings were visible when he was exercising and he had to take care that the cock cage didn't make any sound. He required a great deal of intestinal strength to walk into the gym the first time, fully aware that his tattoos, even if temporary, were fully visible and that this was what his Mistress desired. His discomfort was something that he would have to suborn to his desire to be owned and to truly earn his place before Her.

The symbolic marks on his body, the morning and evening rituals, the workouts, the journal entries - they weren't just isolated elements; they were threads woven into the fabric of his existence and the subtle bonds that controlled his daily life. They connected him to his Mistress in a profound way, blurring the lines between the physical, the metaphysical and the mental worlds of domination. The henna markings were no longer just decorations; they were a living, breathing testament to his commitment. They were fully renewed every weekend as part of his submission.

Then the time came. The fact of being marked by the henna simply began to be part of him, much like the journal entries, the daily rituals and more. But the memory lingered of first being marked, and, eventually, the Mistress announced a new phase on one of his weekend visits. The temporary henna would be replaced with something permanent, inked tattooed marks that would endure and would not fade in time. The prospect at first terrified the slave as this would not be able to be removed like a cage or piece of jewellery. It was a new and tangible step into the realm of irrevocable ownership, a path he couldn't turn back from.

On this particular visit, his Mistress, always attuned to his emotions, sensed his apprehension and walked up to him. Holding his chin in Her hands, She reassured him, acknowledging the weight of the upcoming commitment and how this was yet another step together towards the dance of Total Power Exchange. It was a delicate dance between dominance and care, a balance that defined their dynamic. And he swallowed hard and nodded, accepting Her judgment. She lead him to a room where the artist had already set up her tools. She took time in replacing the henna markings with her black markings that sank into his skin and into his soul. He was truly going deep down the rabbit hole.

As the slave and his Mistress continued their journey, the symbols of ownership became a source of empowerment. They weren't shackles; they were badges of honor, worn with pride by the slave. The outside world might see mere body decorations, but he felt the weight of their significance. The visible marks served as a shield against doubt and a beacon of purpose and a permanent symbol of Her growing dominance and control over him.

In the solitude of his evening ritual emails, the slave poured his thoughts onto the screen to his Mistress. He expressed the vulnerability of wearing a cock cage, the ever increasing desires and how they were held back in his chastity in the metal cage. He told of the liberation in seeking approval for attire, and the strength found in the daily workouts and his visible physical progress. The journal was a testament to the transformative power of his submission, a narrative written in the ink of his experiences.

As was the henna was duly replaced with permanent ink, the slave found himself marked not only on the outside but Her control was now imprinted on the very fabric of his soul. The journey of ownership wasn't just about the symbols; it was about the evolution of self, the surrender that led to self-discovery and greater and greater submission. The daily rituals, the written confessions in his journal, his gradual reshaping of his body, and the physical marks that he now wore were all threads in the tapestry of submission, weaving a story that transcended the visible and delved into the realms of the ineffable. He looked forward to the continued nature of his journey down the rabbit hole.