Hello Slave

Hello Slave

My name is Steve, and I am the slave of Miss G. I thought I would give you a little look into my life as a very happy and owned slave. Being an owned slave is that I have given myself to Miss G, I am her property to use as an errand boy, maid or sexual slave. I have accepted my role and live happily in this role.

"Hello Slave, how are you today?"

"Hi Miss G, I'm good thank you." I said.

Looking admiringly at my beautiful Miss. Miss G was a beautiful Filipino woman. Dark long hair, bright brown eyes, just shy of 5 foot tall, curves and a body that turned heads everywhere she went. She was a powerhouse.

"Slave, ah-ah-ah" She said shaking her finger slowly in front of my face.

I wasn't sure what she was saying. But I had done something wrong.

"Where are you looking?" She asked. "Down here remember, the rules."

"Oh yes Miss, sorry Miss." I had forgotten one of the rules that upon greeting my miss, I should not look at her face and that I should have my eyes looking down. I quickly averted my eyes to follow her rule.

"That's not a very good start today." She said.

"I'm sorry Miss, I'm just excited to see you today." I said.

"I know slave, but I make rules so that you follow them, not so that you just do whatever you want. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss, I understand." I said.

"Slave did you bring everything that I asked?"

"Yes Miss." I said.

"Good boy, bring it over here and let me take-a-look at what you brought me. Miss looked into my pack and smiled, "what a good slave, you brought me a gift." She said as she tugged at the ribbon tied neatly on the small box. "Oh slave so nice, lace panties and bra, and so petite. Very beautiful, you did a great job!"

I had a big smile on my face knowing I had pleased my miss. I knew that if she had opened that box and been disappointed I could have been in big trouble.

"Slave come to me." She called from across the room. I hurried to face her. I caught myself looking at Miss G and averted my eyes down.

"Good boy, hands up." She said quickly, taking the bottom of my shirt and lifting it over my head. Miss handed me my shirt. "Put this away." I moved with the shirt and put it in my pack. "Now I have a few chores for you to do. First I want you to do the dishes, I left a few for you in the sink, I knew you would love to do the dishes."

"Yes, Miss, should I do them now?" I asked.

"Proceed!" She said waving me towards my first chore.

I took my position at the sink and started washing the dishes. Miss stood behind me. I felt her hand touch my neck and she drew her finger across my shoulders. "My slave I want you to finish your chores quickly then I want you to make dinner for 4 of my friends. Do you understand? I want you to make the delicious Thai food that you made me last week."

"Yes Miss." I said with a little doubt in my voice.

"What's wrong slave, why do you sound like that?"

My shoulders shrugged slightly. "You have never commanded me to serve your friends, or even mentioned them before." I said.

"Slave at first I was not sure if you would be a good slave for me, but you have proved yourself in every way that you are a great slave, I just thought that I want you to serve me in front of my close friends. They are very nice and I told them about you."