I've known forever that my purpose was to be nothing more than a plaything for others. A string of relationships had failed when she realised I was so pathetic. So I turned to the Internet, and one Dominant after another. It got me off so hard to be controlled purely for their pleasure; but even then nothing ever lasted for long.

Thats when I found you, or rather you found me. You teased and toyed with me for a few days before deciding you wanted to test me out for real. "Tomorrow, 9am".

I arrived on your doorstep promptly. I was incredibly excited and nervous at the same time. My cock was already pretty hard as I knocked and waited.

You opened the door with a cheeky grin, dressed in just an oversized t-shirt (as far as I could see), looked me up and down, then said simply "strip".

I was taken completely by surprise, and looked around nervously.

"Well?"

Fuck, this was intense already. Slowly I began to remove my shirt, then realising it would be better not to have to be here too long I sped up. Shortly I was standing completely naked in front of your doorstep.

"Good boy. Now, get down" you pointed to the floor, "and follow me".

Obediently I crawled after you into your living room, my hard cock swinging between my legs as I felt incredibly exposed. From this angle I could see that you were actually wearing knickers under the shirt, and your ass looked amazing.

"To begin with I've arranged a few of my chores for you. You can start with that pile of ironing" and with that you took a seat on the sofa, stretching out your beautiful legs and making yourself comfortable; ignoring me and reading a book.

I got to work, carefully ironing each piece and folding it into a neat pile. Sometimes I would look over at you, and my cock would twitch and throb from how hot you looked, and how you had me serving you while ignoring me so casually.

Finally I finished, and folded away the ironing board. Without a word you pointed in front of you, and I scurried over and knelt down. "There's lotion in the drawer, my feet need a massage". You didn't even look at me, just expected me to get on with it, and I did.

I spent the rest of the morning massaging, and then worshipping, your feet, while you teased my aching cock with the other foot, before you set me to work cleaning your bathroom. I could hear your moans as you got yourself off, more than once I thought, and my cock throbbed so hard.

So having tried me out, you've decided I'll be your new house slave permanently. I want to play from next visit - me moving in, and you start to train me up.

I really want strong focus on the training and getting me to behave and serve you and your guests just how you want. You don't need me for your sexual gratification - you can get plenty of that whenever you want anyway, though I'm sure I'll serve as a convenient toy for that from time to time. You want me so you can control me, and get off on what you can make me do - I'm justentertainment for your dominant and kinky desires, as well as doing all your chores.

You may want to keep me in a chastity cage, and take total control of all my sexual pleasure. Choose what I wear, how I speak and act etc., maybe even my toilet usage and meals. You'll take great glee in setting up protocols for me to follow and cuckolding and humiliating me.

You can probably guess a lot of my kinks already. Service, humiliation, chastity, tease & denial, cuckolding. I'm into most things, done right; though scent play isn't really my thing.

Limits; scat, blood, vomit, snuff, vore/gore.