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.