Finding my master

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BAILEY

"Yes dad I'm coming just give me two minutes please" I yell downstairs as I rush finish my makeup .I throw the eyeliner back into my drawer grab my bag and ID and hurry downstairs.

"Took your time, I've run out of beer be quick at th-" he stops and stares at me for a few moments "is that fucking makeup on your face again? I thought I had told you not to wear that, you are a man not a little girl. Wipe that shit off."

"But I-."

"Shut the fuck up I didn't ask for your opinion you aren't allowed to have an opinion you're just a sub."

I mumble under my breath "that's the attitude that made you loose mum"

He pulls me up by the collar of my shirt and whispers in my ear "We do not speak of that horrible woman in this house" he shoves me onto the floor after giving me a quick slap to the cheek "leave, I want beer"

I rush out of the door.

You see, my dad isn't the nicest person at all, he takes this sub and Dom bullshit a bit too hard. Yes, subs should be respectful to Dom's and listen to what their masters say I get that but there's a line where it just becomes abuse. In the past the subs rights weren't as good as they are now and the only reason we even existed was to please our masters, we were told to not speak around Dominants and never make eye contact, we had no control over our lives. Heck we even had to ask for fucking permission to go to the bathroom.

That all changed when some subs decided to riot, I don't know where they got the confidence from but they were all killed I believe. However, this set off a chain reaction within the submissive community and we got more rights and more support for when it got abusive, it also became more casual around Dominants that weren't your master, of course respect was still needed but we were finally treated like humans.

But my dad is stuck in the past and he doesn't believe subs should have rights, that's one of the reasons my mum died. It started a while ago, I don't really remember I was only 11 and it was kinda my fault. I had just got my results from the final test and it showed submissive. I didn't mind it was what we all expected but I was a little anxious about submissive school and I was worried I wouldn't be a good sub and that I would mess up or not be able to take the punishments or forget the rules.

While I was doing the dishes the bad thoughts kept coming and I lost focus on what I was doing but suddenly my dad came in. He surprised me and I dropped a dish onto the floor and it shattered.

Of course my dad yelled at me, probably more than he ever had done before as 'he is a sub he needs to get used to discipline" but my mum stood up for me, she said it was just an innocent mistake and she helped me clean up. He didn't like this, she got a terrible punishment and I didn't see her for 2 weeks after that.

When I finally saw her again she had lost a lot of weight and strength and she was pale with more bruises than before. She told me not to worry and that she was fine but my dad continued to get worse, he hit her more in front of me and got more abusive calling her worthless, making her sleep on the floor, treating her terribly all because she is 'just a sub'.

I tried to help, I called the helpline and told them of my story but why would they believe me an 11 year old sub?

About half way through my first year of submissive school I got called out of class to be told that my mum was in a coma in hospital and it was not looking good for her. I rushed to the hospital straight after school expecting to see my dad but he wasn't there, the doctor told me she had 'fallen' down the stairs and hit her head and because she was malnourished and weak from previous beating her body wasn't handling it well and it was likely that she wouldn't recover.