24/7 dominance and submission life. Master and slave.

I always set the alarm 20 minutes before the hour I used to set it before becoming my partner's slave. Those 20 minutes serve to give pleasure to my Master, my partner, the person who has been in charge of our relationship for years. It’s a way to say good morning, to wake him up, to greet him, to let him know I am here and soon I have to go to work. If he is sleeping facing me, what I have to do is take his cock in my mouth and caress his back, his buttocks, his legs, until the alarm goes off again 20 minutes later. If he is facing away from me, my duty is to lick his ass, his anus, lick it and gently and carefully caress his back, offering maximum pleasure. Sometimes my Master continues sleeping or is sleepy enjoying what I do for him; other times, he fucks my mouth until he comes inside, or he pisses inside, whatever it is, he decides.

After that, I get up, and once showered and dressed, I have a coffee and prepare the kitchen table for him to have breakfast whenever he wants.

Our relationship has lasted 20 years, as a couple, from the beginning there was always domination on his part and submission on mine. At first, it was subtle; I liked to suck his feet, typical things, but then we went further. Not only sexually am I totally at his service, without limits, without taboos, no nonsense, he commands and I obey. I am also his slave 100% in all other aspects of life, household chores, finances, our social relationship...

Household matters...

This includes all kinds of issues; I am his servant, his butler, his maid. I try to do the best I can every day; logically, we both work, but when I get home, I have to do everything because we have reached that agreement, because he likes it and I like it. It could be said that it is an old-school relationship, patriarchal, he is the MAN of the house, and I am the "woman," even if I am another man. My duty is always to keep everything in order, cleaning the house, the bathrooms, the laundry, the kitchen, ironing, cooking dinner, doing dishes... etc. Everything has been refined day by day, perfected; it hasn’t been easy; sometimes, tiredness or the desire to lounge on the couch has gotten in the way of my duties, but that's what discipline and punishment are for, to learn, to refine, to swallow pride. He must have his clothes ready for the next day, ironed, folded, all set, shoes or slippers ready, everything in its place so that he only has to put them on. When I arrive home, I always have to put his slippers on, and if he arrives home before me, my duty is to kiss his feet when I get in. I don’t live all day on my knees, only when he wants, we live a normal couple's life, but he commands and I obey; he is the God, and I am the one below who worships him.

Meals, dinners, lunches, vermouths, always when he wants. Sometimes he cooks because he cooks very well and also does things around the hous...