I have been living with my Master JM for a week. I am his submissive slut, his slave, and I have belonged to him for a year. I have left my job and my family to be with him, moving to another city 800 km away from my land for my Master, who is 22 years older than me.

We had been seeing each other one or two weekends a month for a year. Every time he came to my city, he would pick me up at the train station, and the first thing he would do was take me to the bathroom to fuck my mouth and cum in it. His semen was the first taste of a weekend of torture and degradation. He humiliated and tortured me to tears, never stopping even while I cried. When he left on Sunday night, I cried out of sadness, because I wanted more. He locked me in a chastity belt and took the key with him.

He asked me to move in with him. It was a difficult decision. It was leaving everything for the man who dominates me. I came with fear, knowing that it would no longer be just a weekend, and following orders received through my phone. Now it's all the time, every day of the week, being his slut and his maid, taking care of the house, cleaning, scrubbing, and cooking, and receiving beatings every day. I was aware of it and I am thankful every time he calls me by my name ("slut"), spanks me, and releases his nectar on me.

I haven't left the house yet and the clothes I brought with me have been useless. I have been naked twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. My Master brings me what I need to cook or clean, and I handle no money. I gave him all I had, and closed my account.

Yesterday, while I was ironing his shirts, he entered the house. He didn't tell me where he had been or have any right to know or ask. He said nothing. He took the iron from me and set it aside. He made me lean over a table and fucked my ass. "Thank you for using my ass, Master." I must always thank him for everything he does to me, and I truly feel grateful for everything. For every look, for every disdain, for every use, for every moment of pain. Then, he made me kneel in a corner and I stayed there for an hour.

"Slut, where is my food?"

"I'll heat it up for you, Master."

"What is this?"

"It's a steak with potatoes, Master."

"Is this how I spend my money?"

"I thought it was what you wanted, Master."

"Not today, but I'll eat it. You know what happens if I don't like the food..." And he smiled maliciously at me.

"Yes, Master."

I cleared the dishes and the table when he finished, always staying by his side on my knees in case he needs anything.

I always eat after my Master, in the kitchen, without a plate or utensils. The food is directly on the floor. I have done this since I submitted to him some time ago when I was home alone. Today, for making a mistake in what he wanted to eat, I had to eat a blob of dog food. He trained me to do this every time I did something he didn't like ...