The ole' houseboy thing

I started doing houseboy work for a woman and her mistress in trainee in San Francisco. I've been so out of the scene that I've actually really needed something like this. And the woman who is allowing me this privilege is someone I've known for a long time and for whom I have a great deal of respect. I spent most of the time cleaning different things, like brass and leather, and it was somewhat cathartic in its process. I was also locked into an extremely heavy metal collar and a long chain that stretched from one end of the place to a locking mechanism in the bathroom. When I moved around the place, it was extremely obvious I was moving. There were no stealth movements for me.

It was actually quite nice. My understanding is that this is part of an effort to assist her associate in learning different aspects of slave training, and I'm quite proud to be able to be a part of it, although I keep it solidly in my mind that my purpose is to do as directed by both of them, and that's definitely nice.

This has the possibility of working out for however long they want and need me. My only concern is that I get the impression they're both so busy with their professional and personal lives that I may just get forgotten because there just won't be any time for me. But I will make myself as available as possible and avail myself of the wonderful opportunity for as long as it presents itself in front of me.

Eventually I hope to find an actual Mistress who will take ownership over me. But until I do, I realize I definitely need some type of control like this in my life. I have way too much freedom and self-control in my life as it is.