Becoming a Full Time Slave

It seems I've made a major decision in my life.

I'm going to move out of my house, and move in with Carla.

She and I talked about it at length this last weekend, and I feel convinced this is what I want. I'll be looking to sell this property, which I'll miss very much. Meanwhile, Carla will be getting a lease on larger unit in the same apartment building. It's a one-bedroom unit, but it has a large living room where I can set up a desk to do my work, and Carla will also have plenty of room to set up her sewing table.

When I agreed to move in with her, Carla was very excited.

We talked about our relationship at this point forward. She held both of my hands and told me how much she's grown to love me over the past couple years we've been together. I couldn't hold myself back and began crying. I was a real basket case! But it made me so happy to hear that.

It's going to be a quite a contrast living in a small apartment in the city, as Carla's lover and slave. I won't have the freedom of the outdoors like I do here.

But I've become addicted to being a slave. It's actually a very simple, stress-free way of life. She gives me instructions, which I follow, and I'm always rewarded. But I know that I would not have made this decision if I hadn't felt comfortable that Carla and I would be happy together for the next several years.

Most of us live our lives having to maintain some sense of pride and reputation. As a slave, happiness comes from making my master happy. Pride comes from how well I follow instructions, and is evidenced by the rewards Carla gives me. Even in public, I completely block out what other people think, say, or do, and focus solely on her. With Carla as my master, I know she will protect me.

As ironic as it sounds, there's a sense of freedom and liberation in being her slave.