I am his. I belong to no one, but him. He takes ownership over my body, over my mind, and over my heart. He has more power over me than I do myself. We don't believe in calling each other Master and Slave, as this is a personal relationship formed naturally outside of S&M constraints, and it doesn't feel right to label what we have. I will not tell the story of how he came to own me, for it is a long one and not yet time to tell. Instead I will tell you a story from early on in our relationship; a few weeks into him owning me.
Rob had me dress in a slutty maids outfit. The skirt barely covered my ass (when I bent over, my whole ass was revealed, showing off my black lacy G-string) and my cleavage spilled out over the top of the dress. I had a black collar around my neck; the collar he gave me when we formed this relationship. I was wearing thigh-high fishnet stockings and black pumps to finish off the outfit (those were my own personal touches). I was a bit nervous. This was the first poker night I had been allowed to attend. Of course I wouldn't be playing poker; I was there to serve Rob. That was my purpose now.
There was a knock at the door. I remembered what Rob had instructed me to do. I opened the door to see Peter standing there. I had met Peter once before, when Rob and I had first met. I pecked Peter on the lips, as I was instructed to do, and then offered to take his coat. He looked me up and down, smiling.
"Rob is a very lucky man, Erika. Sometimes I can't believe it." He laughs a little, and then I lead him to the poker room. I walk in front, as instructed by Rob, so Peter gets a good look of the bottom of my ass cheeks from underneath my dress. I repeated this for Anthony, Joe and Steve. I could feel their stares as I lead each of them to the poker room. It turned me on to have this kind of attention from these men I barely knew.
Once everyone was there I brought out some snacks. Rob had told me he looks after his guests, and likes to make them feel relaxed and comfortable, and instructed me to be friendly with them, to flirt even. It felt a bit wrong at first, but once I got used to it I was laughing at their jokes and stroking their arms as I spoke with them. I didn't like Anthony much. He was cocky, and made crude statements about and to me. He was disrespectful, and I didn't like that. I was pretty sure he had been to prison before, as he had accumulated a fair amount of tattoos, some which I recognized from a local crime gang.
Soon, they began the poker game. There was a set of rules I had to obey by during the game, which Rob had informed me of earlier. They were easy, really.
1. I must not speak unless asked a direct question.
2. I must kneel or sit cross-legged beside Rob the whole time. Rob will have a leash attached to my collar, which he will have around his wrist. If I pull on the leash at any time, I will be punished.
3. I must not move from my spot, unless instructed to.
4. If I need to use the bathroom I must not speak. I will nuzzle Rob's leg gently. He will unclip my leash which will allow me to use the bathroom.
5. I must crawl everywhere, unless the need to carry something arises.
I took my place and knelt beside Rob, on a large pillow that had been placed there for me to sit on. Rob attached the leash to my collar, and looped it around his wrist. The leash had a bit of give, but not too much. I sure had to be careful when I moved, not to pull on it. I wanted to make a good first impression for Rob's friends.
They played for a while, and during this time I was instructed to fetch more drinks every now and then. For this, I was thankful. I was glad to get an opportunity to stretch my legs. As Rob's friends drank more, they became a bit more touchy feely with me. Peter squeezed my ass after I brought him a drink one time. Anthony, being his cocky self, was bolder than Peter, and just grabbed my tits with both hands. I looked at Rob when this happened. He didn't seem fazed, as though this was normal. I wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but Rob did say he wanted me to be friendly, so I didn't protest. I just smiled sweetly and returned to my place. When I went to do so, however, Rob stopped me and instructed me to take my dress off. I paused in surprise for a moment, but when I saw the look on Rob's face, I knew he meant it seriously. I quickly took off my dress, exposing my bare breasts and black lacey G-string. I was then allowed back to my place. I could feel their eyes on me, but I could not return the stare. I was too embarrassed.