This Christmas will be the best Christmas I can remember. My Christmas joy is not because of what Santa brought me or anything like that. It’s because I was allowed to be part of a wonderful Christmas miracle of sorts that helped change the life of my very first Dom.
Let me tell you the story. We arrived back in Chicago for the Christmas holiday and were welcomed by my Owner’s favorite Uncle. The man we will be staying with and I call “Uncle-Sir”. Read previous writings to know why!
The following day my Owner wanted to catch up with his cousins and friends before meeting up with my family, so He gave me to His Uncle to use for the day with no restrictions other than to make sure I was ready to go to a family dinner by 6 pm.
First thing was a hearty breakfast for the man. He loves to eat. I was allowed to sit on the floor next to Him while he enjoyed my eggs and toast. I learned to just serve His food and kneel beside Him on the floor and wait. Do not expect Him to talk while He reads the morning paper.
One of His favorite things to do is to feed me from His hand or like today, putting the plate with leftovers on the floor and ordering me to eat them without my hands. Not always easy when the floor is cold and you are not covered!
It turns Him on so much to watch me do this He will order me to stay there while He fucked me from behind as I tried to lick the plate clean. After a quick clean up and the order to dress. We are going shopping for gifts for His family.
As we pulled into the long line of cars trying to get into the shopping mall (he hates online shopping), I noticed a man standing on the curb holding one of those “Homeless, anything helps” signs and almost immediately recognized him. It was Peter, my very first Dom. I asked Uncle-Sir if I could and He rolled down His window so i could call to Him by name and see if i was right. I was! It was my first Dom.
He came over to the car window and I handed him $20. Wishing him a Merry Christmas and hope it helped. It took a moment for him to realize who I was and he turned red, put his head down, thanked me and walked away quickly.
I explained to Uncle-sir that Peter was a good friend of my boyfriend in high school and into college. My boyfriend was a man who helped me with math and loved having me be topless while around the apartment. When i was at His apartment, I was always cleaning and making it look presentable for His friends. Not because I was His slave or anything. I didn’t even know any of that existed. I just liked to make people important to me happy. Not realizing that was a fetish or a kink. He just made me happy being of service and that he loved me.
As we went shopping, my head wasn’t in the task at hand and after an hour of browsing the shops, Uncle Sir sat me down to talk. He knew seeing Peter out there, homeless, was bothering me.
He asked how I went from a boyfriend who used me to Peter the Master?
How I became a slave
After I got into college and my boyfriend was already there, Peter would spend a lot of time over at the apartment and I would occasionally give him a blow job while my boyfriend worked on some science project he was doing.
Peter was the first person who told me I was a submissive with a big slave tendency. I had no idea what He meant or that this world existed. The term slave meant being owned by some plantation owner and things like that. I was insulted the first time Peter called me a slave!! So Peter gave me articles to read and adult magazines that had pictures and stories of Masters and slaves in them.
When I told my boyfriend what I was researching, he got furious. Stuff like that was just weird fantasy and not for “a fat chick like you.”
In one sentence, my boyfriend hit me with the worst two insults I ever had. That this idea of being a slave to a loving Master was a fantasy and that I was a fat person who should be happy that any man was paying the least attention to me.
Peter Was The Man, My First Master
It was Peter who picked up the pieces and started me down this road.
Uncle-Sir told me to go out and get Peter to come into the mall; we will buy him lunch and talk. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that but Uncle-Sir insisted i find out.
Although homeless, Peter was a prideful man and it took me a while to convince him to come into the mall and talk. He felt ashamed of how he looked and what he was doing to survive.
When He finally did, it all came out. He still was the man I knew. Well spoken, smart, very resourceful and always energetic. He had graduated from college, landed the big corporate job, and met a wonderful woman who was kinky but not a slave. He later married her, settled down and started a family while moving up the corporate ladder.
After 15 years of marriage, two houses, an annual exotic vacations and all the trappings of a successful executive lifestyle, she wanted out. The divorce caught him off guard. She did it when he was out of town on business. She changed the locks, cleaned out the bank accounts and filed the papers and started a nasty smear campaign.
He said it turned ugly quickly. She used his desire for kinky dominant sex as a way to get full custody of the 3 kids. Illinois thinks women are always the sexual victims. He lost his job, friends, and associates; she got the house and full alimony. He got depressed and became homeless about a year ago.
He wanted to know my story. When I told him about my Owner and my life, he smiled. He told me that He had hoped I would end up as a happily Owned slave to a wonderful Master.
Peter then told us he needed to get back outside, catch the bus to the shelter or he won’t get a bed for the night. That’s when Uncle-Sir surprised us all. While we were talking, he was on the phone and rented an extended stay hotel room for a week for Peter across the street from the mall.
Saying Peter needed a warm place for the holiday. A place to get cleaned up and ready for a new year. Maybe some time to get himself better adjusted to get back into the job market. Peter was not happy about that. Someone else to dictate His life. It was too much, too nice, He was not able to accept such generosity.
Uncle Sir being the military man that he was, told us He was going over to pay for the room. Peter could use it or it would sit empty for a week. Either way, it was being rented and paid for.
I knelt down in front of Peter and begged him to take the room as a gift for what he gave me. If it weren’t for him, I probably would not be living the happy life of a beloved slave. Uncle Sir agreed. Peter accepted.
As we got Him checked in, Peter finally told me more of His background. What I missed after we broke up. He told me that he had a degree in business management with an IT understudy. Plus what his job experience was. I knew it would be perfect in the hospitality industry. So I logged onto our company website (managers administration) looked for work in the Chicago area. Nothing.
I also called my Boss/Dom, told Him the story and asked for a big holiday favor. If he could put some feelers out to other people he knew in the industry, especially the Chicago area, for work. He said that He could that.
Today I was with Peter and He told me he was offered a temporary managers assistant position at the place he is staying at. He now has a nice room with a paycheck and a chance to get hired full time as well as promoted.
I could not have ever imagined this is how my year would end. After a rough couple of months where I questioned my slavery and tested my owner’s ability to keep me Owned, I so much wanted this year to end.
Now, the year is closing on a very happy note, I can go into the new year better focused, energized and knowing that my place of being a well-loved and secure slave is safe.
Thank You, Everyone,
Hope you are having a WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS Holiday!