My butt was black and blue for the better part of six weeks. My breasts matched my butt and I was happy that nobody ever realized or understood that I was naked for most of that first year. I tried to cheat. I really did. I'm not sure to this day if it was laziness or just trying to see if I could get away with it, but I would skip some things.
I would watch the way my husband, now my master, would inspect my work, looking for patterns. A part of me thinks I was inviting punishment, trying to get caught. I always found myself wet when I was punished. He never followed a pattern, and always seemed to catch me leaving some part of my routine slip. It wasn't until much later that I found that he had been watching me all the time.
Cameras were hidden, many in plain sight, trained on things that he thought I would miss or ignore. He would look around for a few minutes, then tell me to take my position. My position was usually bend over the big kitchen table. His belt, thick, wide leather, would come off and my punishment would begin. I had to count every stroke out loud as each landed.
I did discover, though, that all things were not equal. If my count went to eleven, I knew this was a more serious infraction in my master's mind, since he usually stopped at ten. I also knew from the type of sex he chose. If I was only allowed to suck him or got it in the butt, I knew that he considered this more a greater offense. This was punishment, and my pleasure wasn't even being considered.
Along my journey, I became a cook that made me proud. I also wrapped my mind around the idea that any sex was good sex. I found myself able to trigger an orgasm even when he was in my butt, I was giving him oral or while I was being spanked or beaten. New doors were opened up for me all the time. I had limited experience before I met my master. I had never had a real orgasm and really didn't play with myself.
Even before I became committed to him, he had taken the time, patiently, to coax an orgasm from me. Once it happened, I wanted that feeling again and again. I never thought there could be anything better, but when I entered my new lifestyle, I found new levels of pleasure. I had stronger and deeper intense feelings than any of my peers ever described, and this made me embrace my position even more.
I found that I really liked the way he talked to me and the things he made me say. My family, of course, knew none of this. My dad was kind of anti social. My mom was connected to my older sister and her kids. She was their day care. She was free and committed her time around my sister's schedule. We invited them over a few times, but the kids were brats and they talked about things that held no interest to me.
I never saw my younger sister. She was the black sheep. Nobody in the family was connected to her in any real way except me. She called me at least weekly, and although she had some issues, we generally had some pretty nice conversations. We never used the family for anything, including sitting for the kids. My master vetted some people and kept two people on retainer.
He created an arrangement that was unlike anything I had ever seen. He paid them weekly, every Friday. This was if we used them or not. By way of honoring their arrangement, they agreed to our rules, and more important, to our lives. They talked between themselves and made certain one or both were available at any time for us. We had 24 hour, 7 days a week child care whenever we wanted it. We could call at three AM and they would suspend their lives to be on call for us.
We never had to use them in this way, but it was a convenience that no one else had. We actually paid less per week, but If we wanted to do something at any time, a single phone call had them at our door. They picked up and delivered, kept a stock of the foods the kids liked and had a dresser with clothes for them. They had toys and games at both locations, and these things were exclusively for our kids. They could count on income every week, even if they never got a call.
