Chronicles of a Submissive

The Manilla Madness

Hello! I hope you enjoyed the last eight chapters and that's why you're here to read the ninth. The story takes place in Manila, when I was with my master. As you can see, I like to follow him just like a proper slave—or maybe like a dog? Haha. Does he use a collar on my neck? Absolutely. Most of the time, when he's home, I have to wear a collar with a leash.

So we rented an apartment in Makati, a busy area in Manila filled with offices and shops. At first, I spent a few days just recovering from jet lag. In the evenings, we'd usually go out to eat and then visit different bars.

The bars in Makati were quite different from what I was used to. They were dimly lit with colorful lights and loud music. Every bar we went to had young women dressed in skimpy outfits dancing on stage and sometimes serving drinks. The atmosphere was lively, with people laughing, chatting, and enjoying the night. It felt a bit like a brothel, but my master explained that this was normal for bars in the area.

The setup was unique. Customers could come in just to have drinks without any obligation to sleep with the girls. The girls would join customers for a drink if invited, but they were free to say no to any offers for paid sex. And any paid sex that did happen was strictly off the premises.

The streets outside the bars were crowded with people, vendors selling street food, and neon signs flashing brightly. The air was filled with a mix of delicious smells from food stalls and the sounds of the city. The whole experience was exciting and a bit overwhelming at first, but it quickly became an intriguing part of our evenings in Manila.

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It was a random moment that led to a big change in how I felt about being a willing piece of owned flesh. That day the bar was dimly lit, with a soft murmur of conversations and clinking glasses filling the air. After visiting the ladies' room, I returned to my master, but I made a mistake. I approached from behind and sat next to the wrong man, stroking his thigh. There was a burst of laughter from the next table; I had sat beside a stranger by accident. Hahahahaa. I'm sure you did something like that too... 

The look in the stranger's eyes – filled with sheer lust and disbelief – made me feel incredibly turned on. The exhibitionist in me loved how his eyes roamed over every inch of my body, appreciating every curve. I quickly apologized to him and went back to my master without mentioning what had happened. Yet, my master seemed to sense something from my expression. He became thoughtful and quiet for the rest of the evening, as if he was planning something.

At that particular moment, the idea of being one of the bar girls started to excite me. I didn't want to sell myself again like i did my whole life, but the thought of having my body admired and maybe even touched over a drink was thrilling. Who doesn't like to be admired? Right?

The bar's warm, dim lighting created an intimate atmosphere, with the low hum of conversations and occasional laughter making it feel cozy and secretive. The scent of spilled beer and faint perfume mixed in the air, adding to the heady feeling of the night.

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The next evening, my master asked me to wear a sexy outfit because we were going to visit another bar. He told me that he had known the bar owner quite well and wanted me to meet him. I started to get a feeling that my master had a plan, but I was excited to go along with it if it meant living out my new fantasy.

So, I picked an outfit that I knew would catch the eye of any man who saw me. hahaha.. The typical me. .....

When we arrived at the bar, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. The dim lights cast a warm glow over the room, and soft music played in the background. The air was filled with the scent of cologne, perfume, and the faint aroma of cocktails being mixed. People were chatting and laughing, creating a lively and inviting environment.