One of the most entertaining rules I ever created was that in certain rooms of the house she was a slave, and only a slave.
To enter the basement she would have to strip and crawl every time. Until she reached the upper landing of the stairs she would remain on hands and knees, nude.
It didn’t matter the time of year, temperature, or what was going on, the basement was a slave zone.
No one ever understood why she blushed so when I sent her to the basement to fetch something while We had guests.
I’ve had her writing lines for several hours now.
I’ve given her instructions on exactly how to do so.
For every 20 lines she is to masturbate right to the edge, then continue.
After 500 lines she will be desperate to cum.
Each line consists of, “i am beautiful, i am sexy, i am desired, i am intelligent, i am funny, and i am owned completely.”
This is her mantra, and soon it will be all she can think about when she wants to badly to cum.
I may even be nice and let her have an orgasm when she is done.
Sometimes I crave being objectified,
This seems perfect ~I will always find a use for those who need one.
Uie's Cage 