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Master Raymond is the best and this bitch is not worthy to lick the dirt off the soles of his feet.
i have served Master Raymond intermittently for quite some time and some of that has been documented here. Covid times didn't make things any easier. When not serving Master Raymond i often forgot myself to the point of sometimes serving Men as a slave. Sometimes there were rules or requirements that conflicted with Master Raymond's training and i would obey to the point that i forgot so much of what Master Raymond had taught me. i was no longer the slave that Master Raymond had formed as HE wanted.
Master Raymond has been so good as to take me back, or more accurately, to resume active ownership. However long the hiatus, i shall ever belong to Master Raymond until He decides otherwise.
The interval has not been kind to me. Without His guidance and training i have become slack. i gained weight and got out of physical condition. i neglected my training, became ill-disciplined and had the audacity to question His word, or respond slowly on those occasions when He honoured me with contact. It is selfish to think of myself but i hope Master Raymond will want me to get in better shape as well as more disciplined.
Master Raymond has decided that i should serve Him more actively than in the recent past. Like any possession that has been left aside for a time, i will need to be brought back to how Master Raymond would have me. i will use this to document His progress with me, His retraining of me. Master Raymond has commanded i also record my inner thoughts and deepest desires, what i wish would happen to me as well as what actually takes place.
A while ago Master Raymond sent me an image and commanded me to recreate it. The top is a singlet. cropped raggedly just above the nipples. The guy in the image was wearing what appeared to be a very short pair of cut-off jeans. i visited the charity shops until i found a suitable top and bottoms to modify.
The first time i dressed like this my heart sank. It was humiliating. Utterly slutty. Nobody would choose to dress like this. This is the attire of someone who does not make decisions about their clothes.
The first time Master Raymond saw what He calls my "uniform" He expressed displeasure. He edited a photo indicating the legs be cut to a length of about 10cm and was explicitly clear that it was to be a skirt, no crotch, nothing extending front to back between the legs. My heart sank. For a start, my effort to recreate the image had failed and secondly the required length would be exposing my genitals.
Master Raymond also added fishnet tights to the ensemble. as i write this i am wearing black fishnets but i also have a red pair back home. When Master Raymond commanded fishnets i struggled to find them. i guess i don't know where ladies go to buy them! In the end i found an adequate pair retail after searching several places and asking for help, which was embarrassing. i also ordered some online.
i was really conflicted about this uniform, or specifically about the skirt part. i get it. If i am seen in it, people will understand that i am beneath them in any hierarchy, worthy only of contempt. It is humiliating to know in my core that they are thinking these thoughts, but i also know that their thoughts are correct. What bothers me, what i suppress because it is Master Raymond's desire, is that in part this is achieved by having me wear "female" clothing, although society would probably look down in judgement upon a female wearing this skirt too. But it bothers me that many males will think less of me simply because i am in female attire.
i wear it. i won't say i wear it with pride. i wear it with embarrassment. i wear it in fear that Master Raymond will send me out dressed like this. He has before, but mercifully, at about 4am. But its 9pm on Saturday night as i write this and i wear it in fear. But i wear it in obedience because Master Raymond has commanded it and i belong to Master Raymond.
i hadn't heard from Master Raymond for about 2 weeks when He messaged me today. i missed his contact. i fretted about it. Had i fucked up so badly that He cast me aside? Several times i was on the verge of messaging Him, but Master Raymond doesn't want a needy slave. He wants an obedient one.
i still try to follow His rules. i shaved this morning and when i came in from my trip to the beach today i stripped naked. i put on my collar. i had just finished cleaning up after dinner when my phone chimed Master Raymond's special ring tone. i was instantly excited. And nervous. Our last conversation had not ended happily. One word. "bitch" i grabbed my phone and responded, my heart racing. i dropped to my knees and snapped the pic He demanded each time he contacted me. A Master should know His slave is on its knees before Him. Master Raymond commanded me into my uniform and to remove the steel cage encasing my cock. A full length photo confirmed my compliance and another, on my knees, confirmed my place. And it felt good to be in my place. It felt good that Master Raymond still owns me. Master laughed to see me cock grow fat and long in the tights.
As i kneel typing this my mind is conflicted. i think of the times i have please Master Raymond with my service, entertaining Him, His friends, hooking up with Men when it pleased Master Raymond to have me serve Him like that. i think too of the times i failed Him, let Him down in some way. That is the worst feeling. That is worse than that punishments. Don't get me wrong. i don't like being punished. i'm not a masochist who enjoys getting spanked or figged, eating piss soaked food from a bowl on the floor, licking toilets or any of the other painful and humiliating things Master Raymond has had me do and endure to reinforce my learning. But knowing i have fucked up and displeased Master is worse.
i can hear the nightlife of the city outside my door and i dread Master sending me out like this, to be seen by neighbours, caught on security cameras. i imagine Him sitting in comfort, watching me. Sometimes i imagine Him using .my webcam to watch, sometimes i can see Him enjoying the comfort of the bed while i knee. on the hard floor. i wish He were here in person right now, or to hear a knock on the door, "bitch" and i scurry to kneel before Him.
Master Raymond has commanded me to divulge my thoughts, desires and wishes. Right now they are a jumbled, tangled mess churning in my mind, beyond my capacity to express. i grasp the flapping tail of a thought to untangle it from the heaving mass but it slips from my fingers as wish, a fantasy bubbles to the surface before it too is gone before I can make sense of it.
Thank You for taking the time to read this. If you have any feedback, comment or criticism, let met know.
Please get in touch if You would like to see me in my uniform. i am really nervous of making this offer but i trust that Master Raymond will do what is best for His property.
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