I spent 5 years fully owned, full power exchange. I never left the house. Gave up my keys.. Drank and ate from my bowl under the table and lived my best life ever. I miss it. I asked Powerful Goddesses and crave to be fully owned IRL one day. Hopefully soon. I am lost in every way without a Mistress to decide my everything. I'm a STELLAR cook, baker and crave lavishing my Owner with everything They desire. When owned my life revolves around my Owner. I spend my time perfecting Her home, making Her life a Heaven on Earth and feel lost if I'm asked for any choices. If my Mistress desires it then I love it. Period. I hate having choices. I love to be cuddled and I expect to be punished and trained as that shows my Mistress cares and is investing in me for life. To become the Perfect Pet. To anticipate every desire. To be able to communicate by micro facial or hand gestures. I love to be told what I'm ordering at a restaurant and wait until I'm allowed to sit. I wait until my Owner allows me to eat and it's the best when she chews off a piece of whatever and tosses it to the center of the table. No silverware for me. I mean, that's ridiculous and a waste of effort. Same goes for plates etc. I am a master at oral. I take extreme pride in my years of practice and Dedication to studying online as to techniques etc. Chastity seems obvious as my pleasure only complicates and clouds a true toy's purpose in life. To be rewarded is hoped for. A life of absolute celibacy would leave me depressed and felt undesired at all. I have zero gag reflex. Another years long talent I take great pride in and am Her tool in bed for a date Who wishes such an experience. I only swallow. To spit would be an extreme insult. Not only to my Mistress' dates but to Her as to Her choices and to the fact that Women enjoy cum. It would be an insult of monumental proportions. I am not a slut but again, being punished or excruciatingly teased, flogged, edge played, chastity... Whips and Canes bring back bad PTSD puppy memories.. I am not saying no. It would be with a Mistress who understands me and has shown Her true desire and intention to own me forever and therefore be protective of my health and physical well-being. I crave a motherly embrace. I did not have that from my Bitch (my DNA doggie mom) and it has left a hole that I chase and at least I am elated and is a trait that will make me Yours when it's finally part of my life in a real way. Don't get me wrong. I'm not expecting my Owner to constantly hover over me but laying with Her to watch Her shows or Her movie or read a book and have her scratch my back or behind my ear is tantamount to an ORGASMIC constance. That is puppy space for me! Laying at Her feet. (is there a better place to be?) oh and I LOVE foot worship... If you don't mind drooling slobbering worship of your glorious human feet and lil toes without claws I can spend all day and foot, back, shoulder massages - again, it's a talent I feel I've ruff-ly pet-fected. Somehow I've gone this far without saying I've also pet-fected oral... I can spend all day doing that! There were a GREAT, many nights where I woke up with my mouth on her heavenly folds fully between Her legs and under Her covers. Again, is there a better place to live? My perfect life? Owning absolutely nothing. Not even clothing. No car, no bank account, no phone. I would live for my Owner and she would collar me with a beautiful pink leather collar. Exquisite. Belly dancer bell anklets on my ankles and tattoos being claimed by her. Forever in puppy paws and a tail and the cutest furry ears. Beautiful black face t or continually refreshed Sharpie of my facial fur pattern markings. Chastity is proper. I don't want anything happening that gives me alternative focuses. I want my life to revolve around my Goddess Owner and if and when I have exceeded her expectations then She will reward me as She deems fit which is far greater if even just a mild stroke from the one who has CHOSEN to OWN me than, say, cheating or on some masculine conquest to spread their corrupt seed everywhere. Yuck. I could cry right now, I miss the times I've had and I yearn to not be the lonely pupper - perpetually dirty and unkempt. Never brushed or taken to the vet. Never taken shopping or fitted for new accessories. Never adored or viewed upon with the heavenly eyes of a Mistress... Always eating like (barf) a HUMAN person! I miss eating off the floor, waiting until my Mistress is finished to be tossed some morsels... Sitting up. Being trained and tossed little puppy snacks. Drinking from a pretty ceramic bowl with my name on it. Oh my. That is heaven.

, severe , caning, bull whips, gosh, I can't off the tip of my long talented tongue think of any others right off. Oh, needle play, knives, cutting.