Happy Dependence Day!

Happy Dependence Day to all my fellow subs and slaves out there.... and of course to my amazing Mistress, Lady Madeline. While most of the US celebrates freedom, TP is celebrating his lack of freedom. That is because TP is officially the slave of Lady Madeline. She owns me. TP is her property.... for real.

That is because we have recently signed a new contract! Her ownership of me is written down and signed by the both of us. You cannot imagine how excited and happy and honored TP is to have a new contract with the most perfect woman he has ever met.

In the nine years TP has served his Mistress, this will be our third contract. But the first we have had since TP left San Francisco and was limited to long distance service. TP was lucky enough to sign two different contract in those first few years, but the last one expired when TP moved and my service went on a sort of hiatus. But in the last few years our relationship as Owner/slave has grown strong even with the thousands of miles between us, and Mistress drew up a new contract. Of course some of the rules are different because of the limitations of serving from so far away, but even still it is very clear about what TP is. TP is hers.

Curtsy for Mistress

Back when TP was Lady Madeline's houseboy she required me to curtsy for her all the time. It was a nice way of showing respect for my owner. Etiquette is very important to my Mistress.

She recently had me take a picture demonstrating that curtsy. It's been a long time though and my form kind of sucks. And oh yeah, my fat body is disgusting to look at. Sorry about that, but Mistress wants to humiliate me, and what better way than to expose my gut and manboobs to the worlds.

Another Public Pants Pissing

Lady Madeline has ordered me to piss my pants in public again. Actually, she wants me to do it on a regular basis. Yesterday was a beautiful spring day in Chicago, and unseasonably warm, so TP thought it would be a good idea to go outside and pee myself because there would be plenty of people to see me do it. Well there were plenty of people enjoying the weather, but it is hard to say how many people noticed that my pants were soaked with my own piss. This is what they looked like all wet.

 

After walking around my neighborhood TP decided to do it at a bus stop. A woman approached, and when she was about 20 feet away TP started to pee. It is not easy to pee your pants. We're trained from the time we are babies not to do this, so it is kind of hard to force yourself to go in your pants. But the piss started to flow making the crotch and inside leg of my jeans soaking wet. But the woman didn't notice! At least she didn't let on that she could see what was happening. Since that didn't work it was time to keep walking. There were a ton of people out, but nobody seemed to notice my wet pants as they walked by. Finally a guy wearing sunglasses seemed to notice, and he gave me an awkward look. A few more people gave me awkward smiles, but the pee was starting to dry so they may have just been saying hello. Finally another woman approached and TP peed some more. TP had been holding the rest of it so when it started to come this time there was no stopping it. My pants were really soaked this time. You could even hear it hitting the inside of my jeans. She had to have noticed, but did not react. 

After finally soaking my pants as much as possible it was time to walk down a major street. A few people gave me quick weird looks, but nobody really reacted much. They had to have seen how wet my pants were and that it started at my crotch. At this point it started to really sink in how humiliating this was. These people had to think it was disgusting. TP started to feel like a real freak, so it was time to hurry home and do some laundry.

Hopefully Lady Madeline enjoys hearing about how stupid her slave felt while walking around the city wearing piss soaked jeans.

Slave Memories: Chained to the Sink

One moment that Tiny remembers was something so simple and quick that Lady Madeline surely has no recollection of it, but it was exciting to me. One of my chores as Lady Madeline's houseboy was to do her dishes. That is probably the one thing Tiny did every time he was in her apartment. One day while washing her dirty plates, wearing nothing  but a pair of thong panties and my collar, Mistress walked into the kitchen and attached a leash to the collar. She then wrapped the end of the leash around a handle of a cabinet. She didn't tie it or lock it, just wrapped it. Tiny obviously could have moved, but of course Tiny would never unwrap the leash. Tiny was not going to move until she allowed it.

Tiny was only kept there for a short time while he did the dishes. And Mistress did not say much when she tied me there. But Tiny felt really secure. He felt so owned by her. Even with the ability to untie the leash, it felt as if Tiny was stuck in the most secure binding possible. He was stuck under the control of Lady Madeline, and it was the best feeling in the world.