Master calls me all sorts of things which would not be acceptable in public. Hole. Slut. Slave. Whore. Fucktoy. Cocksucking whore. Slutty slut slut.
Last night he started trying to come up with one which wouldn't cause shock and outrage among the people, but would be a private code between us and mean the same as "hole".
So now, I'm nicknamed "Sunshine", which to us will mean the same as "hole" (as in "Sun shines out her ass") but sounds better. Hole is the shortened form of "holes for Master's pleasure".
This gets so complicated!
And now for a serious topic. Sometimes I worry that I'm not a good slave. I spend too much time thinking of myself and not enough of him or his needs and desires. I don't hesitate to be obedient, but sometimes I worry that I fall short in other areas. I worry that I'm too much trouble, or not worth the effort it takes to be my Master. In spite of his reassurances that this is not the case, sometimes my worries and doubts creep back up. Now and then an innocuous or off hand comment makes my fears coming crashing in, and I have to fend off that feeling again. He tells me that is not what he meant, and orders me to stop worrying. Sometimes he takes my mind off it by giving me a few swats, or throwing me up against the wall for some light molestation. Sometimes I just have to remind myself that we are both ordinary people, not some kind of super human Master/slave entities that never flub up, and we always will be just imperfect humans.
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