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The odds of finding a dom who shared my unusual kinks hadn’t been particularly high. Even back in my youth, I had this idea of being an animal and treated like one. When I grew older, this developed into my biggest kink. Though, to be more precise, I’m not talking about pet play. No, I’m talking about being treated like livestock. A beast of burden, a cow, a horse, or something like that. As it turned out, my future Master shared similar ideas of a sapient non-pet animal. Yet his desires and actual needs didn’t end there. What he required surpassed my wildest fantasies. \n\nFor many weeks, we chatted regularly, and eventually, he revealed to me what he had in mind for me. It shocked me at first. His proposal seemed, even for a kinky Lioness like me, a bit extreme. Though, after thinking about it, I discovered that it made me yearn with desire. That, albeit extreme, I craved it. What he proposed? Well, he revealed that he and his wife couldn’t have children—none healthy, at least. While fertile and compatible with him, his wife suffered a condition that put her and the unborn child in grave danger. In fact, her not surviving her pregnancy was very high. \n\nThat’s when I would come into play. A doctor extracts one of his wife’s egg cells fertilized with her husband’s semen and implants it into my womb. These days a simple, quick, and painless procedure. This way, her baby would grow in my body. Or rather babies since I have given birth to five of her children by now---all healthy and strong. It might seem weird to an outside person, but this was a dream come true for me. I’m not just able to live a 24/7 sub lifestyle. But aside from satisfying my kinks, I’m actually useful. I’m the one who helps to fulfill the wish to have children to my Master and Mistress.\n \nAside from being the incubator for their children, I’m living an ultra-kinky sub-life with them. He had been straightforward and honest from the get-go. I’ll be treated like an animal, not a pet. Neither am I granted a safeword. I’m living with them 24/7, and there was no break from being an animal or sub. I sold my flat, quit my job, and the few relationships I had, well, they probably won’t miss me too much. I used to be a loner. \n\nAdmittedly, I at times wonder if I could break up the relationship with Master and Mistress. Would they let me go? I quite frankly don’t know. It’s the one thing that nags on my mind. I don’t really intend to go, of course. But not knowing if the option exists bothers me at times. But I can’t just ask them. I’m an animal, remember. Talking to them like a person was out of the question. This rule did not have an exception. Granted, none of the rules had an exception. Conversation was only permitted by using body language, which had to be as animal-like as possible. But talking was not a privilege that I possessed. Of course not, I’m an animal. That was the deal. I’m their subby animal child incubator. That and some kinky bondage and SM games they enjoyed playing with me and their other two slaves. \n\nSometimes too kinky and too painful for my tastes. Sometimes so undesirable to me that I think about quitting. That’s when the question, if I have the option in the first place, starts to become very relevant. Though I never break the rules and ask, it would taint the relationship we have. Further, I don’t really want to quit. Even though it gets too much at times, I love my new life for the most part. In fact, not being with them scares me by now. And after all, I’m a sub, an animal, a slave, why should everything they do be something I enjoy. I’m there for their satisfaction and not the other way around. \n\nThe Beta:\n\nName: Whore\nAliases: Beta, Moneybag, Starlet\nBirthname: Minshi \nBreed: Rattus rattus\nOwned: 4 years, 258 days\nTotal Subscribers: 33538\nGold level Subscribers: 129\n\nWhat she would tell you if you asked her how she became a slave and if she enjoyed it:\n\nI might be the odd one out among Master’s slaves. Unlike the other two, I’m not much into hardcore BDSM, nor am I sharing the fetish of treating a person or even a slave as an animal or object. A kink Master loves above all else, and so do my two fellow slaves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a total sub, and I enjoy a good hard fuck, or spanking. And if I say “Yes, Master”, I’m certainly not ashamed but proud. \n\nUnfortunately, that’s not what Master is into. Alright, spankings happen, but he has a wife and never copulates with his slaves, and talking is very restricted for us three subs. He is a demanding man that expects absolute discipline and obedience. But don’t think badly of him. He was honest and straightforward from the get-go to any of us. All of us knew what we would get into, and he never pushed us into becoming his slaves. In fact, he rather discouraged us. So he ensured that we really wanted this and didn’t decide it on a whim. \n\nHowever, as I said, I’m not big into the type of hardcore slavery that my Master and Mistress enjoy. The reason why I agreed to their deal was the opportunity they provided me, which would have been difficult to come by otherwise. See, I always cherished the idea of having all of my fur removed---permanently, that is. And for my skin to become the living canvas for an artist---a full-body tattoo. You might think of that as weird and wild, but it’s my dream, so shush. \n\nAs you might not know, the procedure is widely unpopular, as most furs cherish their fur, and having all of it removed permanently is quite expensive. And the cost of a full-body tattoo can’t be underestimated either—the issue of finding an artist who takes such a rare request aside. As usually, only “nude” species like Lizards want those, and those aren’t as common these days in the area. But having the money to pull off the trick was one thing. Earning money without having fur and your skin covered in ink was another. Most employers wouldn’t even consider hiring such a “freak”.\n\nSince Master is a wealthy man, he provided me with this opportunity. As he and his wife loved the idea of having a breathing sapient artwork around. Also, living with them has the upside, that I not just gained the appearance I always dreamed of, but don’t have to worry about an income either. \n\nThe hardcore BDSM slavery relationship I accept happily as a trade-off. Well, not super happily, but it is worth it in the end. I, fortunately, don’t have to deal with the extreme torture of his Squirrel, nor do I have to act like an animal as his Lioness does. On occasions, he enjoys putting all three of us into a shared predicament torture. But those are usually milder than what “Paintoy”, the Squirrel’s slave name, has to endure by herself every day.\n \nThough I’m not sitting around all day looking pretty for my owner. No, there was one thing he demanded. I had to become a camwhore. I admit the idea of showing my body, which I’m now so proud of, to everyone excited me. So, streaming my nude self for 8 hours a day isn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Though providing sexual entertainment for so many hours can be pretty taxing. \n\nBut there are enough things one can do. Aside from putting increasingly bigger and thicker dildos in my holes, people seem to particularly enjoy when I use vacuum pumps on my nipples and pussy. Master discovered that he likes those pumps quite a bit too. Unfortunately, he is not as easy to satisfy as my subscribers. Like everything, he goes substantially beyond my comfort zone. However, as you probably guessed already, the money I earn from my streaming goes, of course, 100% into my Master’s pocket. Not that he needs it, but a slave, or to him rather a breathing artwork, doesn’t need coins. While I might disagree, he certainly cares for all my needs. Though only for the most basic needs, none of us three slaves gets anything we don’t absolutely need. The Squirrel arguably gets even a bit less than she needs. \n\nMaybe worth mentioning too, there are premium subscribers who have the benefit of visiting me once a year in persona---touching me, fucking me, and so on. I’m not too fond of fucking around with total strangers, though it’s part of the deal, so nothing I can do about it. And I have to admit, it’s the only sex I get in which not a dildo or my hand fulfills a major role, so I do not hate it too much.\nIf you wonder why I haven’t looked for someone who aligns more with my kinks. Well, I could have tried to find a master that provides me the full-body tattoo opportunity while being pampered like a good little girl. But chances would be as high that I never find that person. So I rather accepted my Master with a bit of a too extreme BDSM relationship. Instead of risking my dream to always stay a dream. \n\nAfter all, I could technically go at any time. And with the vast amount of subscribers, I likely could make a living if I’d choose to stay a camwhore. But doesn’t that seem like betraying my Master? Taking what I wanted and then running? That’s just not me! If there is one thing I value above everything, then it’s loyalty. He kept his part of the bargain; I’ll keep mine.\n\nThe Omega:\n\nName: Pain Slut\nAliases: Omega, Punching Bag, Nuts, Needy Bitch \nBirthname: Mela\nBreed: Sciurus vulgaris\nOwned: 3 years, 29 days\nPassed out from pain: 289 times\nPassed out from humiliation: 2 times\nFruitlessly scratching her chastity belt: 3023 times\nCrying from sexual frustration: 306 times\nCrying from being hungry: 295 times\nCrying from being too cold: 359 times\nCrying from being sleep deprived: 194 times\nCrying from pain: 829 times\nCrying from humiliation: 98 times\n\nWhat she would tell you if you asked her how she became a slave and if she enjoyed it:\n\nI attended the after-party of a BDSM exhibition when I ran into my future Master and Mistress. Two tall Lions---admittedly as a Squirrel, most folk I met is tall from where I’m standing---who weren’t on the lookout for another sub to take in. They already owned two and didn’t intend to house a third one. But, something about them intrigued me. I couldn’t put the finger on it, but I was drawn to them as if they were the doms I always searched for.\n\nSo with my best subby manners, I begged for them to change their mind. I told them I would do and endure everything for them. That I would be their lowest sub happily and accepting everything and anything they’d in store for me. Being their outlet for the kinks, they’d otherwise never considered doing to someone. \n\nThis seemed to have done the trick. As Master agreed to take me in as their third slave. Though, the conditions he laid down were brutal. To say they took me by my word was an understatement. But Master was honest and open to me. He explained what he and his wife expected of me. \n\nWhat would I have to do to become their third slave? When the tall Lion told me, I shook with fear and excitement. I knew taking his offer would be the most outright stupid thing I could ever do. And yet, saying no seemed an impossible option. I knew I would hate myself for that and regret it my whole life. So, I said yes. \n\nMaster just smiled and told me: “Not so fast, little girl! You’ll sleep a night over it, and another one and another one.” Then he gave me his address. He told me he neither knew where I live nor wanted he any contact data. He simply told me that if I hadn’t changed my mind after one month had passed, I should just ring at their door. If I change my mind, though, well, just throw away the note with the address, and we’re unlikely to meet ever again. He also warned me to not come earlier, nor later---just precisely after one month. \n\nOf course, I did not throw away that note. I knew how ridiculous dumb it was to accept their offer. But---I had to become their slave! Though, one month later, a small Squirrel ringed on the doorbell of the vast estate of two tall Lions. \n\nThe terms I agreed to, you ask? Well---you’ll consider me a madwoman, but fine, here they are. Since there is quite a lot, let me give you a bullet list in no particular order:\n\n1) No safeword (though that seemed to be a truth for their other two slaves as well)!\n\n2) I’m not permitted to talk---ever (Granted, most of the time I’m muzzled, which makes talking somewhat difficult anyway)! Though, to be fair, Alpha isn’t allowed to speak either. The only slave that has their permission to talk is Beta.\n \n3) I would become their paintoy. They use me for all their most sadistic, humiliating, and painful tortures they can think of. (I certainly underestimated what they can think of, though!)\n\n4) Chastity. Unlike the other two slaves, I’ll never be permitted to climax again. To make a statement, Master destroyed two of the three keys to the custom-fitted chastity belt I’m made to wear. The third key? Well, he put it into a small closable plastic tube and inserted that container into my vagina just before he locked the belt onto me. Yes, the only key in existence to open my belt could only be retrieved by unlocking the belt! So mean!\n\n5) I have to wear earplugs that play a single recording on repeat. I’m too embarrassed to tell you what exactly, but it constantly reminds me that I’m not a person, that I’m a slave, that I’m a paintoy, and so on. And to top it off, it is my voice I’m hearing! They made me record it on the first day of being their slave. It’s also the last thing I’ve said since. If you remember term 2).\n\n6) I’m Omega. The last. The lowest. I’m obliged to take tasks from Master and Mistress but from Alpha and even Beta as well. That also includes that I have to treat them as respectfully as Master and Mistress since they are considered superior to me. Me the lowest of their slaves. \n\n7) While Alpha and Beta sleep in padded cages. I have to sleep on the concrete floor—no comfort for the Omega.\n\n8) I’m not permitted tasty or sufficient food. Well, they give me barely enough to not starve, nor do I suffer from malnutrition that would negatively affect my health. But they give me the bare minimum to survive without harm. I’m often hungry, and the food they give me is in quality much worse than what Alpha and Beta get. Quite frankly, it is worse than what a pig would get. I certainly lost some weight since I became their slave!\n\n9) While Alpha is permitted to eat from a bowl, and Beta is even permitted to eat like a person from a plate, I have to eat my food, or should I say hogwash from the floor. Using hands is not permitted!\n\n10) Heavy iron rings had been fastened to my neck, wrists, ankles, upper legs, and upper arms. Permanently! A metal worker buddy of my owners did it without asking any questions. There is no lock or anything! They said I’ll take those into my grave. The only function of them is to make my life more uncomfortable. They are heavy and always in the way. Every movement becomes a chore. And taking something, for example, from a shelf above my head is practically impossible as the weights are too heavy for me to lift my arm up and grab something in a controlled manner.\n\n11) Washing: While Alpha is at least permitted one bath a week, and Beta has to be clean for her customers anyway, I, on the flipside, Master and Mistress decided don’t need to be clean. I’m getting hosed down in the garden twice a year. Once in the summer, and, the horror, once in the winter. Imagine my misery when I’m standing naked in the cold snow while being hit by the firm stream of ice-cold water. And believe me, Master in his thick winter garment takes his sweet time---lots of time. I assure you that’s one of my least favorite tortures, and I’m glad every year has only one winter!\n\n12) This was the most frightening term to agree to. Unlike Alpha and Beta, I’m not allowed to call quits. While those two could at any point decide to stop the sub relationship and leave, I’m not given that option. Master told me should I ever decide that I want to quit, he would keep me here against my will! As a prisoner, a true slave (yes, while frightening, I got wet just from the thought back then! And I’m honest, being a true slave is in a way the most exciting part, also the most stupid, yeah I know). He told me I’ll live with them until I die, and I have no choice in that matter. No loophole or anything. If I want to be their slave, then for my remaining life or not at all. \n\nIn short, they turned my life into an absolute hell of pain and misery. They stripped away any possible joy or comfort. Leaving me a weeping mess of pain and desperation---often hungry, cold, and tired. I barely can remember how it was to have a good night’s sleep in a bed. Or feeling any kind of comfort at all. Memories of a good taste or a full stomach are fading away. And wearing cloth is something---well, I admittedly enjoy being nude, but---it’s often so damn cold, especially at night and even more so in winter! \n\nI fear Master and Mistress. Whenever I see them, I’m about to piss myself. My whole body shakes, and tears begin to well. I know they come to hurt me, to torture me, to humiliate me, mock me, beat me, or anything else bad. They made my life hell, and---and---it’s making me so wet! And not just because I haven’t cum in over 3 years! \n\nI still don’t know if it was a mistake to become their slave or not. I got more than I bargained for, much, much more. But when my face is wet from tears of pain and fear, my pussy is as wet from desire and need. Boy, I’m such a pathetic pervert.\n\nDid I make a mistake? Reason says yes, but my pussy disagrees. What I did was dumb, and I live in misery. People would laugh at my stupidity. But then---living a pathetic life as a true slave---wasn’t that what I wanted? Considering how damn wet I’m, the answer seems to be a resounding yes. I just wished they’d be sometimes a bit less cruel to me---just a little bit. But they won’t, I know that. That’s the life of a slave. A true slave. With no option for ending it. With no escape. Hrngh, this damn fuking belt, I-NEED-TO-TOUCH-MYSELF-PLEEEEEAAASEEEE!!!\n\n_____\n\nThese days, on Wednesday, I usually take a break from whatever bigger picture I'm working on and do a smaller and quicker image. Well, it didn't work out with this picture. :D It's the Wednesday project from uhhh 2 or 3 weeks ago. :D And while the picture itself is finished for quite a while now, I then decided to write way too many words for it. But, alas it's finally done. So enjoy, or not. :)\n\n_____\n\nTalking about it :) I have a Telegram Channel, see if it is something for you and consider joining. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The Alpha:

Name: Breeding Bitch
Aliases: Cow, Alpha, Milkbag, Kittycat
Birthname: Hala
Breed: Panthera Leo
Owned: 6 years, 129 days
Given Birth: 5  times, 2 boys, 3 girls

What she would tell you if you asked her how she became a slave and if she enjoyed it:

I met him online in a Chatroom that matches Doms and Subs. The odds of finding a dom who shared my unusual kinks hadn’t been particularly high. Even back in my youth, I had this idea of being an animal and treated like one. When I grew older, this developed into my biggest kink. Though, to be more precise, I’m not talking about pet play. No, I’m talking about being treated like livestock. A beast of burden, a cow, a horse, or something like that. As it turned out, my future Master shared similar ideas of a sapient non-pet animal. Yet his desires and actual needs didn’t end there. What he required surpassed my wildest fantasies.

For many weeks, we chatted regularly, and eventually, he revealed to me what he had in mind for me. It shocked me at first. His proposal seemed, even for a kinky Lioness like me, a bit extreme. Though, after thinking about it, I discovered that it made me yearn with desire. That, albeit extreme, I craved it. What he proposed? Well, he revealed that he and his wife couldn’t have children—none healthy, at least. While fertile and compatible with him, his wife suffered a condition that put her and the unborn child in grave danger. In fact, her not surviving her pregnancy was very high.

That’s when I would come into play. A doctor extracts one of his wife’s egg cells fertilized with her husband’s semen and implants it into my womb. These days a simple, quick, and painless procedure. This way, her baby would grow in my body. Or rather babies since I have given birth to five of her children by now---all healthy and strong. It might seem weird to an outside person, but this was a dream come true for me. I’m not just able to live a 24/7 sub lifestyle. But aside from satisfying my kinks, I’m actually useful. I’m the one who helps to fulfill the wish to have children to my Master and Mistress.
 
Aside from being the incubator for their children, I’m living an ultra-kinky sub-life with them. He had been straightforward and honest from the get-go. I’ll be treated like an animal, not a pet. Neither am I granted a safeword. I’m living with them 24/7, and there was no break from being an animal or sub. I sold my flat, quit my job, and the few relationships I had, well, they probably won’t miss me too much. I used to be a loner.

Admittedly, I at times wonder if I could break up the relationship with Master and Mistress. Would they let me go? I quite frankly don’t know. It’s the one thing that nags on my mind. I don’t really intend to go, of course. But not knowing if the option exists bothers me at times. But I can’t just ask them. I’m an animal, remember. Talking to them like a person was out of the question. This rule did not have an exception. Granted, none of the rules had an exception. Conversation was only permitted by using body language, which had to be as animal-like as possible. But talking was not a privilege that I possessed. Of course not, I’m an animal. That was the deal. I’m their subby animal child incubator. That and some kinky bondage and SM games they enjoyed playing with me and their other two slaves.

Sometimes too kinky and too painful for my tastes. Sometimes so undesirable to me that I think about quitting. That’s when the question, if I have the option in the first place, starts to become very relevant. Though I never break the rules and ask, it would taint the relationship we have. Further, I don’t really want to quit. Even though it gets too much at times, I love my new life for the most part. In fact, not being with them scares me by now. And after all, I’m a sub, an animal, a slave, why should everything they do be something I enjoy. I’m there for their satisfaction and not the other way around.

The Beta:

Name: Whore
Aliases: Beta, Moneybag, Starlet
Birthname: Minshi
Breed: Rattus rattus
Owned: 4 years, 258 days
Total Subscribers: 33538
Gold level Subscribers: 129

What she would tell you if you asked her how she became a slave and if she enjoyed it:

I might be the odd one out among Master’s slaves. Unlike the other two, I’m not much into hardcore BDSM, nor am I sharing the fetish of treating a person or even a slave as an animal or object. A kink Master loves above all else, and so do my two fellow slaves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a total sub, and I enjoy a good hard fuck, or spanking. And if I say “Yes, Master”, I’m certainly not ashamed but proud.

Unfortunately, that’s not what Master is into. Alright, spankings happen, but he has a wife and never copulates with his slaves, and talking is very restricted for us three subs. He is a demanding man that expects absolute discipline and obedience. But don’t think badly of him. He was honest and straightforward from the get-go to any of us. All of us knew what we would get into, and he never pushed us into becoming his slaves. In fact, he rather discouraged us. So he ensured that we really wanted this and didn’t decide it on a whim.

However, as I said, I’m not big into the type of hardcore slavery that my Master and Mistress enjoy. The reason why I agreed to their deal was the opportunity they provided me, which would have been difficult to come by otherwise. See, I always cherished the idea of having all of my fur removed---permanently, that is. And for my skin to become the living canvas for an artist---a full-body tattoo. You might think of that as weird and wild, but it’s my dream, so shush.

As you might not know, the procedure is widely unpopular, as most furs cherish their fur, and having all of it removed permanently is quite expensive. And the cost of a full-body tattoo can’t be underestimated either—the issue of finding an artist who takes such a rare request aside. As usually, only “nude” species like Lizards want those, and those aren’t as common these days in the area. But having the money to pull off the trick was one thing. Earning money without having fur and your skin covered in ink was another. Most employers wouldn’t even consider hiring such a “freak”.

Since Master is a wealthy man, he provided me with this opportunity. As he and his wife loved the idea of having a breathing sapient artwork around. Also, living with them has the upside, that I not just gained the appearance I always dreamed of, but don’t have to worry about an income either.

The hardcore BDSM slavery relationship I accept happily as a trade-off. Well, not super happily, but it is worth it in the end. I, fortunately, don’t have to deal with the extreme torture of his Squirrel, nor do I have to act like an animal as his Lioness does. On occasions, he enjoys putting all three of us into a shared predicament torture. But those are usually milder than what “Paintoy”, the Squirrel’s slave name,  has to endure by herself every day.
 
Though I’m not sitting around all day looking pretty for my owner. No, there was one thing he demanded. I had to become a camwhore. I admit the idea of showing my body, which I’m now so proud of, to everyone excited me. So, streaming my nude self for 8 hours a day isn’t the worst thing that could have happened. Though providing sexual entertainment for so many hours can be pretty taxing.

But there are enough things one can do. Aside from putting increasingly bigger and thicker dildos in my holes, people seem to particularly enjoy when I use vacuum pumps on my nipples and pussy. Master discovered that he likes those pumps quite a bit too. Unfortunately, he is not as easy to satisfy as my subscribers. Like everything, he goes substantially beyond my comfort zone. However, as you probably guessed already, the money I earn from my streaming goes, of course, 100% into my Master’s pocket. Not that he needs it, but a slave, or to him rather a breathing artwork, doesn’t need coins. While I might disagree, he certainly cares for all my needs. Though only for the most basic needs, none of us three slaves gets anything we don’t absolutely need. The Squirrel arguably gets even a bit less than she needs.

Maybe worth mentioning too, there are premium subscribers who have the benefit of visiting me once a year in persona---touching me, fucking me, and so on. I’m not too fond of fucking around with total strangers, though it’s part of the deal, so nothing I can do about it. And I have to admit, it’s the only sex I get in which not a dildo or my hand fulfills a major role, so I do not hate it too much.
If you wonder why I haven’t looked for someone who aligns more with my kinks. Well, I could have tried to find a master that provides me the full-body tattoo opportunity while being pampered like a good little girl. But chances would be as high that I never find that person. So I rather accepted my Master with a bit of a too extreme BDSM relationship. Instead of risking my dream to always stay a dream.

After all, I could technically go at any time. And with the vast amount of subscribers, I likely could make a living if I’d choose to stay a camwhore. But doesn’t that seem like betraying my Master? Taking what I wanted and then running? That’s just not me! If there is one thing I value above everything, then it’s loyalty. He kept his part of the bargain; I’ll keep mine.

The Omega:

Name: Pain Slut
Aliases: Omega, Punching Bag, Nuts, Needy Bitch
Birthname: Mela
Breed: Sciurus vulgaris
Owned: 3 years, 29 days
Passed out from pain: 289 times
Passed out from humiliation: 2 times
Fruitlessly scratching her chastity belt: 3023 times
Crying from sexual frustration: 306 times
Crying from being hungry: 295 times
Crying from being too cold: 359 times
Crying from being sleep deprived: 194 times
Crying from pain: 829 times
Crying from humiliation: 98 times

What she would tell you if you asked her how she became a slave and if she enjoyed it:

I attended the after-party of a BDSM exhibition when I ran into my future Master and Mistress. Two tall Lions---admittedly as a Squirrel, most folk I met is tall from where I’m standing---who weren’t on the lookout for another sub to take in. They already owned two and didn’t intend to house a third one. But, something about them intrigued me. I couldn’t put the finger on it, but I was drawn to them as if they were the doms I always searched for.

So with my best subby manners, I begged for them to change their mind. I told them I would do and endure everything for them. That I would be their lowest sub happily and accepting everything and anything they’d in store for me. Being their outlet for the kinks, they’d otherwise never considered doing to someone.

This seemed to have done the trick. As Master agreed to take me in as their third slave. Though, the conditions he laid down were brutal. To say they took me by my word was an understatement. But Master was honest and open to me. He explained what he and his wife expected of me.

What would I have to do to become their third slave? When the tall Lion told me, I shook with fear and excitement. I knew taking his offer would be the most outright stupid thing I could ever do. And yet, saying no seemed an impossible option. I knew I would hate myself for that and regret it my whole life. So, I said yes.

Master just smiled and told me: “Not so fast, little girl! You’ll sleep a night over it, and another one and another one.” Then he gave me his address. He told me he neither knew where I live nor wanted he any contact data. He simply told me that if I hadn’t changed my mind after one month had passed, I should just ring at their door. If I change my mind, though, well, just throw away the note with the address, and we’re unlikely to meet ever again. He also warned me to not come earlier, nor later---just precisely after one month.

Of course, I did not throw away that note. I knew how ridiculous dumb it was to accept their offer. But---I had to become their slave! Though, one month later, a small Squirrel ringed on the doorbell of the vast estate of two tall Lions.

The terms I agreed to, you ask? Well---you’ll consider me a madwoman, but fine, here they are. Since there is quite a lot, let me give you a bullet list in no particular order:

1) No safeword (though that seemed to be a truth for their other two slaves as well)!

2) I’m not permitted to talk---ever (Granted, most of the time I’m muzzled, which makes talking somewhat difficult anyway)! Though, to be fair, Alpha isn’t allowed to speak either. The only slave that has their permission to talk is Beta.
 
3) I would become their paintoy. They use me for all their most sadistic, humiliating, and painful tortures they can think of. (I certainly underestimated what they can think of, though!)

4) Chastity. Unlike the other two slaves, I’ll never be permitted to climax again. To make a statement, Master destroyed two of the three keys to the custom-fitted chastity belt I’m made to wear. The third key? Well, he put it into a small closable plastic tube and inserted that container into my vagina just before he locked the belt onto me. Yes, the only key in existence to open my belt could only be retrieved by unlocking the belt! So mean!

5) I have to wear earplugs that play a single recording on repeat. I’m too embarrassed to tell you what exactly, but it constantly reminds me that I’m not a person, that I’m a slave, that I’m a paintoy, and so on. And to top it off, it is my voice I’m hearing! They made me record it on the first day of being their slave. It’s also the last thing I’ve said since. If you remember term 2).

6) I’m Omega. The last. The lowest. I’m obliged to take tasks from Master and Mistress but from Alpha and even Beta as well. That also includes that I have to treat them as respectfully as Master and Mistress since they are considered superior to me. Me the lowest of their slaves.

7) While Alpha and Beta sleep in padded cages. I have to sleep on the concrete floor—no comfort for the Omega.

8) I’m not permitted tasty or sufficient food. Well, they give me barely enough to not starve, nor do I suffer from malnutrition that would negatively affect my health. But they give me the bare minimum to survive without harm. I’m often hungry, and the food they give me is in quality much worse than what Alpha and Beta get. Quite frankly, it is worse than what a pig would get. I certainly lost some weight since I became their slave!

9) While Alpha is permitted to eat from a bowl, and Beta is even permitted to eat like a person from a plate, I have to eat my food, or should I say hogwash from the floor. Using hands is not permitted!

10) Heavy iron rings had been fastened to my neck, wrists, ankles, upper legs, and upper arms. Permanently! A metal worker buddy of my owners did it without asking any questions. There is no lock or anything! They said I’ll take those into my grave. The only function of them is to make my life more uncomfortable. They are heavy and always in the way. Every movement becomes a chore. And taking something, for example, from a shelf above my head is practically impossible as the weights are too heavy for me to lift my arm up and grab something in a controlled manner.

11) Washing: While Alpha is at least permitted one bath a week, and Beta has to be clean for her customers anyway, I, on the flipside, Master and Mistress decided don’t need to be clean. I’m getting hosed down in the garden twice a year. Once in the summer, and, the horror, once in the winter. Imagine my misery when I’m standing naked in the cold snow while being hit by the firm stream of ice-cold water. And believe me, Master in his thick winter garment takes his sweet time---lots of time. I assure you that’s one of my least favorite tortures, and I’m glad every year has only one winter!

12) This was the most frightening term to agree to. Unlike Alpha and Beta, I’m not allowed to call quits. While those two could at any point decide to stop the sub relationship and leave, I’m not given that option. Master told me should I ever decide that I want to quit, he would keep me here against my will! As a prisoner, a true slave (yes, while frightening, I got wet just from the thought back then! And I’m honest, being a true slave is in a way the most exciting part, also the most stupid, yeah I know). He told me I’ll live with them until I die, and I have no choice in that matter. No loophole or anything. If I want to be their slave, then for my remaining life or not at all.

In short, they turned my life into an absolute hell of pain and misery. They stripped away any possible joy or comfort. Leaving me a weeping mess of pain and desperation---often hungry, cold, and tired. I barely can remember how it was to have a good night’s sleep in a bed. Or feeling any kind of comfort at all. Memories of a good taste or a full stomach are fading away. And wearing cloth is something---well, I admittedly enjoy being nude, but---it’s often so damn cold, especially at night and even more so in winter!

I fear Master and Mistress. Whenever I see them, I’m about to piss myself. My whole body shakes, and tears begin to well. I know they come to hurt me, to torture me, to humiliate me, mock me, beat me, or anything else bad. They made my life hell, and---and---it’s making me so wet! And not just because I haven’t cum in over 3 years!

I still don’t know if it was a mistake to become their slave or not. I got more than I bargained for, much, much more. But when my face is wet from tears of pain and fear, my pussy is as wet from desire and need. Boy, I’m such a pathetic pervert.

Did I make a mistake? Reason says yes, but my pussy disagrees. What I did was dumb, and I live in misery. People would laugh at my stupidity. But then---living a pathetic life as a true slave---wasn’t that what I wanted? Considering how damn wet I’m, the answer seems to be a resounding yes. I just wished they’d be sometimes a bit less cruel to me---just a little bit. But they won’t, I know that. That’s the life of a slave. A true slave. With no option for ending it. With no escape. Hrngh, this damn fuking belt, I-NEED-TO-TOUCH-MYSELF-PLEEEEEAAASEEEE!!!

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These days, on Wednesday, I usually take a break from whatever bigger picture I'm working on and do a smaller and quicker image. Well, it didn't work out with this picture. :D It's the Wednesday project from uhhh 2 or 3 weeks ago. :D And while the picture itself is finished for quite a while now, I then decided to write way too many words for it. But, alas it's finally done. So enjoy, or not. :)

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