In the beginning i used to think that it was me who offered himself to owner 'maso', the woman with the profile of Master's pet, here in Imagefap.

But time and again, life has been in charge of showing me that it was actually the Owner of my owner who chose me as her fuck-toy. Without His generosity i wouldn't have become my owner's property, so i'm truly indebted to Him.

i had been hovering my whole life between the extremes of my own desire; on the one hand i craved the filthiest parts of it, but on the other i rejected them whenever i felt ashamed of belonging to that side of life that most people shun and avoid.

The attraction that the world of filth and abuse had in me was real and powerful, but i was unable to come to terms with the commitment that involved to REALLY accepting it 24/7. It was much easier to ignore the fact that those feelings were actually me, so i ended up convincing myself with the thought that they were just a fabrication of my mind, with the only purpose of making my wanks more exciting or interesting.

The first place where i looked for an owner was FetLife. It was the most natural thing to do, being such a large BDSM community. There i met Supernova, who would become in time my first online Mistress, and it was thanks to her that i had the first taste of real submission.

It was a very passionate relationship, which saw me crying in the middle of the streets, craving her words, hoping for just another email with which i could alleviate the painful reality of not being able to kneel in front of her, physically.

When that ended i was left with a real HUNGER for submission.

But i had the good fortune of knowing how to turn a failed online S/M story into an honest quest for the Woman of my dreams, the owner that would teach me how to be a real submissive slave.

i met owner maso in Imagefap. We got to know each other thanks to the comments we wrote in our profiles, but more importantly through the mutual appreciation that we had for our particular views on filth and degradation. 

maso is the woman that i'd secretly CRAVED to meet and serve with all my soul, a soul that now belongs to her.

She helped me to break for good that vicious cycle of craving for filth and the embarrassment that always followed, a cycle that had occupied a large portion of my youth and adulthood.

By the time i met Master's pet she had been a slave for 45 years, the same amount of time that i'd been alive. This means that by the day i was born she was already starting her service as a slave.

it also means that i had to wait ALL my life to meet the woman that would, at last, tell me WHY i'm here, and what's my finality in this world.

She has opened my eyes to my own slave's nature, but it hasn't come without suffering. The cause of this suffering was not the most obvious one may think, caused by the constant blows on the flesh, or the forced modification of the sexual organs, but that of persisting in denying the unavoidable fact of my slave's nature.

Attempts were made to escape my fate and i would cease all contact with my owner, in the hope that i would somehow be able to return to an earlier time devoid of responsibilities. But inevitably i found myself wretchedly alone, returning to the only true home that i've ever had, knocking the door of my owner's heart with the tail between my legs.

It has been precisely due to those attempts at escaping the reality of my condition what has given birth to the realization that i'm truly guided with the profound wisdom of a woman who was born not only to obey her Master, but to command respect and be worshipped by those lower than her.  

Thank you owner maso.