On Being A Newly Owned Slave – Commitments and Expectations

Since this is the first post I’ll publish here, I’ll start it with some basis for direction in which I plan to take this blog.

You may call me Slave Tanya. I’ve been an owned slave for more than an year now. I’m also a gender fluid bisexual sissy slut.

I have known Master Bill for near two years. Forgive me if I forget the exact details of the timeline of our relationship.

The 1st of February 2020 was an important day for me – it was the day I officially registered as my Masters property. Master Bill has owned me for an year, and to commemorate that, I shaved a part of my legs for him – from the waist until my thighs.

It might’ve been one small step but it carried deep significance for me, especially considering all that I went through during the past two years we have known each other. But most of all, it reinforced a feeling that I’m sure will only grow strong as the years pass us by – the feeling of becoming Master’s pet slave, becoming his slave because I don’t believe in the concept of a perfect slave –

It’s complicated…

My Master and I have an online relationship you see. We first met on Fetlife. I was an already submissive individual who had rushed in into Fetlife after hearing about it. I believe that it was Master who first messaged me.

But before we go any further, I’ll clarify that in this article I will be talking a lot about me mainly because this article for the most part is about me.

Master and I started out as friends, but it took us around an entire year to move to a Dom/sub dynamic. It took me even more time to trust him enough to actually accept him as my Master.

Even before being exposed to topics like BDSM, I had known that I was a submissive and kinky person in nature. When i discovered porn, I always imagined myself being the bottom, or fantasized myself in scenarios that others would’ve probably definitely considered gross or twisted. Being a slave was my wet dream!!! (well, maybe not a wet dream but it was still very much a dream come true), the naughtiest fantasy I had.

“…Being a sex slave was my wet dream, the naughtiest fantasy I had.”

But when Master first confronted me with the idea, I was in a bit of a, well… muddle. I was very undecided at first, fickle even, when I considered the consequences of actually being a submissive to somebody.

The excitement and thrill of being in an M/S relationship aside, trust plays a very big factor in such relationships. To trust someone completely and to let them guide you into a lifestyle of servitude and obedience, that’s not something you ever take lightly, not when you’re contemplating on being a participant.

“…To trust someone completely and to let them guide you into a lifestyle of servitude and obedience, that’s not something you ever take lightly…”

Master Bill helped me deal with these internal arguments, mainly by talking with me. Truth be told that was how most of our relationship progressed during that time – along with the occasional commands/orders as a dominant to ease me into the dynamic.

Today, looking back, I realize that what I went through was very much normal. If I could’ve done anything differently I’d still do it all the same way. Because establishing trust is a delicate process and there’s no system in place for it. I am still going through it, and I believe that it’s a continuous process which is necessary for my Master and I to trust each other.

“…Establishing trust is a delicate process and there’s no system in place for it, no guidelines or manuals…”

As a very wise Otis from Sex Education said, “You cannot engineer a perfect relationship”