I knew nothing about B&D or S&M until two and half years ago, when I met the man who would become my master. I met him by chance; he is along-haul truck driver. Ours was a dominant/submissive relationship right from the start. He desired to be my master and I agreed to try being his slave.

I will never forget the first time he put those adjustable black leather cuffs snugly around my wrists and ankles and padlocked them securely. I felt so vulnerable, yet excited in a strange new way.

As a novice submissive, I had much to learn in order to become a proper slave. During months of “intense slave training,” he kept me constantly naked and in various sorts of bondage equipment twenty-four hours a day while educating me in the protocol of my slavery to him.

Often he used his black leather paddle on my bare ass. I had to count off each blow and then thank him for the spanking. And sometimes I would be tied very tightly in uncomfortable positions and left that way while he looked at me or jerked me off. I found the whole experience incredibly fascinating and highly addictive.

My master is the man of my darkest dreams, and I desperately crave our bondage scenes. I revel in being his helpless, submissive slave and I totally enjoy the B&D and S&M we frequently engage in. I savor the pleasure combined with pain; the pain enhances the pleasure. I relish the way he handles me with the magic of his hands and his mouth and his ever-ready, rock-hard cock.

I delight in his dominance, control and power over me. I cherish the exciting fantasies we act out. I treasure the erotic scenarios of our lust. I luxuriate in the multiple orgasms I have with him, orgasms that leave me delirious, weak, breathless and completely satisfied.

I derive immense enjoyment from the infrequent episodes when I am allowed to be, and act like, his pet dog, his “bitch dog in heat,” as he calls me. I must remain naked, stay, crawl on all fours, wear a dog collar with an attached leash, bark, eat and drink from dog dishes, sit on the floor at his feet, retrieve squeaky dog toys and get fucked doggie-style.

I’ve literally come a long way since I met my master. I have been almost everywhere in the country, naked and in bondage, in the truck with my master. I finally relocated from the West Coast all the way to the East Coast just so I could be with him permanently. I know I’m a very lucky slave to have such a wonderful master. He takes such good care of me and spoils me too much too often. He is giving me a marvelous life. And, with Valentine’s Day coming up, I thank him from the bottom of my heart.