Write It Down Somewhere

I am Master's obedient slave.

That's the most important thing for me to remember and I must never forget it. It's taken a lot of training to get to this point but not only do I never forget that now I feel comfortable that I am living up to it. The biggest problem I've had is that I'm such a forgetful little slut. I always have the best intentions, wanting to serve and please Master, but I just can't remember all the rules sometimes.

That's how Master and I came up with a brilliant system to make sure that I wouldn't forget any of them. Or at least, eventually I would remember them. He was very patient and introduced them in small batches and every time he told me a new rule he would write it on my body. Then, if I forgot, he would write it again but using a much more permanent marker this time. It usually took nearly a month for the words to fade from my skin when he did that. And whenever he had to write a rule on my body with the permanent marker, he'd also write something degrading just for fun.

There was one exception to this system and that was the first ever rule. The one that I am proud to say that I now embody: 'I am Master's obedient slave'. We both agreed that it was too important to leave to just pens and went along to get it tattooed. Now I will forever have those words written in a nice semicircle below my neck so I never forget.

Some of the rules were easy to remember and so I only ever had them written on me with the basic pen. Things like 'I will obey Master's commands', 'I will let Master use my holes whenever and however he wants' and 'When Master snaps his fingers I will drop to my knees.' But the harder rules, those took a lot of time for me to learn and caused a lot of very mean and degrading things to get written on my body.

The first rules that I really struggled with were a set of three that were crafted by Master as much for my safety and comfort as they were for his enjoyment of me.

'I will use my words.'

'I will ask Master for what I want.'

'I will be specific and explicit when asking for something.'

The rules were implemented one day after I got grumpy because I kept lying on the bed with my bare ass in the air but Master wouldn't spank me. I would whimper and wiggle it to get his attention but he would just watch and chuckle at me. Eventually he me worked up looking at me as he fucked my ass and came deep inside of me but didn't spank me once the whole time. When I was still sulking afterwards, he asked why I was upset. That was when he realised the need for those three rules.

I broke them a lot trying to get used to the new way of interacting with him. The first time was when I ran up to him as he got home from work and eagerly dropped to my knees with my mouth open. I didn't say a word to Master and he raised an eyebrow at me but I didn't catch on. He pulled his pants down and pressed the tip of his cock against my lips while wrapping my hair around his hand and I thought I was going to get what I wanted. Instead, he gave me a lecture about the new rules and said I'd have to get the written on me again. He was kind enough to fuck my throat and let me taste his cum once he'd given me the lecture, which I was very grateful for.

Once he was done, he got the marker pen out and wrote the first two of the rules on each of my arms. Since I had forgotten two rules at once he said that meant he got to write two degrading things on me. The first was on my face. He wrote the word 'whore' across it in such a way that when I opened my mouth ready to such his cock it made the shape of the O. The other was just above the golden rule. He drew an arrow to my neck and wrote, 'Squeeze here. I'll moan.'

That most certainly was not the last time I forgot those rules. It was frequent enough that the words never had a chance to really fade. Master just retraced them with the permanent marker every time I forgot them. The third one was written across my chest just below my tits once I had broken that as well to complete the set. It was really stupid that rule. I had gotten on my hands and knees and presented my cunt and asshole to Master and fortunately I had the first two rules on my arms to remind me. I used my words and asked Master to use me. He was good enough to fuck my cunt but spent the whole time giving me a lecture about how asking him to use me wasn't specific enough. I should have either asked him to fuck my cunt, fuck my asshole or fuck my cunt or asshole, whichever he preferred. As well as getting the rule written on my body that earned my cunt the label of 'Master's cum dumpster,' which he drew on even as his load was leaking out of me.

It was the rule that I struggled the most with and although it was the first one I had in permanent marker, it was also the last one to fade from my skin. Just a collection of the degrading labels I earned from this rule alone were 'dumb slut', 'too cock hungry to follow instructions', 'fuck doll', 'if you knock, it will sound hollow' on my forehead and 'all I'm good for' with arrows pointing at my cunt and asshole.

Of course, there was one rule that I forgot deliberately just because the idea of having it written on me was thrilling. 'When you are alone in the house your place is in your cage and you will not leave until Master returns.' Since the moment Master enforced the rule it has been my favourite and I was simply too desperate not to have it written on my skin. I also earned a 'Silly Pet' written across my tits for the trouble but it was worth it.

It was the only rule that I did this with as Master saw right through what I had done and told me that if I wanted a rule written on my body a little more permanently then all I had to do was ask. Of course he did that while tracing over that rule for the umpteenth time and adding a 'Needy, dumb mutt' label on my leg.

That was a favourite combo of mine. And I showed progress in my learning by asking Master to go over both the cage rule and the label on my leg before the end of the week. He seemed so happy when I requested it too, like he was proud of me.

One by one I learned the rules and along the process I had my eyes opened to a multitude of degrading, humiliating and thrilling things that Master could call me and write on my body. Just as the marker pen for the final rule faded from my body, I thought that I was done. I had finally become Master's good little slave. There was just one last trial I had to go through before it was official according to him though.

He had booked a date night to celebrate this. All I had to do was go on the date and act normal with one catch. It turned out that Master had been taking notes of every single label he'd added to my body as punishment during my training and as I got ready for the date, he wrote every single one on my body as close as to their original positions as he could.

Thankfully, a lot of them were hidden, but many of them weren't. With the short skirt I was wearing, there were nearly a half dozen along my legs that were readable, not to mention a few in my arms. The worst ones were the labels he had put in my face and neck. I had to eat dinner at this gorgeous fine dining establishment with the words 'Squeeze here, I'll moan' around my neck, 'Whore' written across my face and 'Slap me harder' on one of my cheeks.

From the moment we got out of Master's car to walk up to the restaurant, my cheeks were burning red. I couldn't stop thinking that everyone was staring at me like I was some freak. Master was so calm and just pretended this was like any other date and I'm pretty sure that's the only thing that stopped me from fleeing in terror. That and the fact that the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint Master, especially now.

We got to the restaurant and I swear the hostess' eyes bugged out to twice their size when she saw me. I thought that we'd been turned away at the door but Master had a quiet word with her and soon we were being shown our table.

Once we were sat, I knew I wasn't imagining the looks from all of the other patrons. They saw me, they saw the words and every chance they thought they could get away with it, they stole another look at me. I was their entertainment for the night it seemed.

Master didn't pay them any notice, he just opened the menu, chatted with me and talked to the waitress whenever he needed to. In fact, he acted so normal that my only complaint was that the date felt a little bit like the boring stuff that vanilla couples do together.

As embarrassing as it was, the experience was soon over and we were heading home. It turned out that Master had one last surprise for me. When we got home, he presented me with a new, personalized collar to wear.

It was perfect.

On the outside, it had the word SLAVE encrusted on in some kind of gemstone. But the best part was what had been embroidered on the inside of the collar for just me and him to know about.

'Master's obedient slave and most prized possession.'

There he was, confirming it and so much more.

I am Master's obedient slave and his most prized possession. I don't think I'd ever felt happier in my entire life.