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Goddess had informed me on the first day of my ownership that I would be entering the September blowjob contest on the Slave Market. I remember my feelings of shame and humiliation as I recorded the video and sent it to Goddess for Her approval. Those feelings were multiplied when I uploaded the video to enter the contest. It was my first time giving a blowjob and my performance rightly finished almost last in the contest. 

After practicing during the month my task yesterday was to practice my blowjob technique for 20 minutes with no break and then record my contest entry for October. This time there were no feelings of shame or humiliation just a determination to perform better for Goddess. 

The 20 minutes passed quickly and it was time to record my entry. I focused on the areas of improvement I had identified and concentrated hard to do the best job I could. My attempt was definitely an improvement on the month before. But the biggest change was the mindset. In just over one month as Goddess's property I have gone from a new slave still thinking about himself and his feelings to a committed slave who only thinks about pleasing his Owner. There was even a sense of pride watching the recording back that I had shown some improvement in technique on the month before.

Irrespective of the result of the contest, I know I have developed as a slave over the last month and give thanks to the wonderful woman who has made this possible. Thank You Goddess Kaira. 

I have always enjoyed my times in a chastity cage. Once that initial craving to unlock and touch yourself passes after a couple of weeks it can be calming to not have the choice of whether to masturbate. Plus, I am a better man when I'm locked. More submissive, more accepting, more attentive and more respectful to my dominant. A lot to like. 

But I have always known that time would come to an end. Not always when it would end, but always that it would. Maybe that is subliminally part of the attraction, knowing that at the end of that period of abstinence there waits a powerful orgasm the likes of which a man that has never experienced chastity will never know. 

This is different. Goddess now decides. She owns every part of me and She alone decides what to do with each part. As my bio here says, She fucks my mind. And She makes sure my cock doesn't fuck. I have already accepted that I am not worthy of fucking a woman and that's part of the reason I am a slave. I know I can pleasure a woman better with my service than with my cock. Goddess now has the power to ensure my cock doesn't fuck my hand either. I may still have the keys but Her control over me ensures I will not use them without Her say so. If Goddess ordered me to travel to Her and hand them over I would be there in a heartbeat, permanent chastity a small price to pay for the privilege of meeting my Owner in the flesh for the first time. 

So I may have already experienced my last unconstrained erection and my last wank. The thought doesn't frighten me though because I am Her property and it is Her decision. Why worry about something over which I have no control.  

Today was a watershed day. I am no longer a submissive, I am a slave. Goddess’s slave. I no longer choose to submit, I obey. That's where the difference between submissive and slave lies for me. 

This mesmerising Dominatrix owns me and controls me. Goddess makes all the decisions and I obey her will. 

An intense day yesterday. Goddess gave me a task that has been a hard limit of mine with every other dominant I have been with. For some reason I had forgotten to put it on the list I gave Goddess. My heart sank as I immediately realised I would have to go through with it. I messaged Goddess and explained my mistake asking if I could adjust my list. Goddess was busy and didn't reply. But I know Goddess well enough after a month as her slave to know what her answer would have been. And so I performed the task. Sending the evidence to Goddess, I knew I had passed a point of no return. Goddess has driven any last remnants of the man I was out of me. I am just her slave now, performing for this incredible woman on demand. 

But it didn't stop there. Last night Goddess informed me she had been on a date and that in future I will be expected to pick up the bill for her nights out with her boyfriend. Just like that with one simple message, Goddess triggered my cuckold kink. Something that had grown from fantasies of my wife with another man had found its reality in slavery, footing the bill for my owner to spend time with a real man and imagining how he can bring her pleasure in a way I never could.

There seems to be no end to the talents of my owner. She now has complete control not just of my body but also my emotions. I am truly honoured that she chose me of all the slaves on the Slave Market. And though I woke this morning fearful of what is to come, I know there is no place I would rather be than hers. Forever. 

Today marks the one month anniversary of the day Goddess took ownership of me. I have commemorated the day in a way which I hope pleases Goddess and have been ordered to write this entry. 

It has certainly been an eventful month. Goddess soon realised my expectations as to what a life of slavery entailed needed to be reset, which immediately demonstrated to this humble slave that I am now owned by an experienced and knowledgeable Domme. I now understand that as a slave my only objective is to please my owner. Everything else is secondary. 

I now live for my interactions with Goddess. The feelings that I experience when I see a message has arrived are intense. Excitement at the opportunity to serve coupled with nerves at the thought of what is required of me and fear at the thought of failing this enchantress. But those feelings make me realise this is what it feels to be alive, to be in the service of a superior human being. 

Slavery has brought with it my first experience of findom. I had always thought the concept an odd one but suddenly ownership brought a change in that mindset. Goddess is worth so much more than I can give her. I have already started making lifestyle adjustments to be able to provide her with more. 

One month of the rest of my life has passed. From the moment I pledged myself to Goddess Kaira, one word has stood above all others. FOREVER. That is how long she will own me. Why would I want to be anywhere else other than under her spell?

As I emerged from my sleep yesterday, before I was fully awake, my hand strayed down towards my groin. It's that time when a lot of real men masturbate, but the only thing my hand found that was hard was the cage locked around my cock. For a fleeting moment I wanted nothing more than to unlock and stroke my cock. Not to orgasm, just to feel the touch of my fingers and the pleasure of stimulation after almost a month locked. 

Then I remembered my place. I am Goddess's property. Goddess owns every part of me. It is her cock, not mine. She has chosen to keep it locked to earn fames. I simply obey her wishes. So my hand touched the cage and reminded me of my status as her possession. I accept the denial she enforces and take pleasure in knowing I obey her command.

Goddess had informed me I was to be punished for sub standard performance but didn't say when or how. Then she disappeared. A whole day with no communication. As I visited her profile page to worship her, the counter since her last login showed a day. It is lonely being a slave at the best of times, but starved of attention from your dominant is like trying to live without oxygen. I became fearful that her disappointment was so great, she had abandoned me. 

One day became two. Now I was convinced Goddess had cast me aside. All those little habits that I continued in her absence suddenly took on so much more meaning. I was worshipping a woman I might never have contact with again. Yet I continued because that is my life now, to worship this wonderful creature who owns every part of me. 

As day three alone dawned I became resigned to the fact I would now spend the rest of my life worshipping a woman who had no use for me. Hourly worship simply drove home how long it had been. 

Then, suddenly, Goddess was back in my messages. I felt a momentary pulse of joy run through my body, soon replaced by nerves. What did her message say? Was it simply the final confirmation that I was being abandoned? Reading the words of my owner put my mind at rest. Her absence from my life had been my punishment. A new task was set that I performed immediately. 

This was punishment but it was so much more. It was the final, overwhelming confirmation that Goddess owns me now, completely and forever. Even when I thought she was gone, I worshipped her. When I was with others, I thought of her. When I spoke with others, I would imagine what Goddess would say were she to join the conversation. When I thought what to do next, I would think of what I could be doing instead if I were with Goddess. This amazing dominant has taken residency in my head and will be there until my dying breath.

How quickly the emotions of a slave can change. Last night I logged on to the Slave Market and learnt I had won the most pitiful cock contest for September. I was elated as it earns Goddess lots of fames. It was only later as I lay in bed that I thought more of the irony. Real men like to feel proud of their dicks, yet here am I, a slave, happy that the Slave Market has seen my cock as pitiful. 

But the emotions changed not long later. Unable to sleep because of a storm I returned to the Market to worship Goddess. I find a message from the divine woman who owns me. Goddess is upset at my performance of the task she had set me yesterday. My world collapsed as I read her words ‘I’m very disappointed’. The elation of earlier was gone and I drifted to sleep as nothing more than an inadequate possession of a woman I am not worthy to call my owner. I must do better.

Yesterday I was ordered to film myself licking the floor for Goddess. As I prepared for this humiliating task, visions of doing this not in front of a camera, but in front of the woman herself flooded my imagination and suddenly there was no feeling of humiliation, just a desperate need to perform well for Goddess. Those images stayed in my mind the whole day, following her, seeing only her legs as I kissed and licked the ground she had walked on. Perhaps if I prove myself worthy she will one day grant that honour. 

Then this morning, I wake to confirmation from Goddess that she enjoyed watching the video. Today there is joy in my heart.

Goddess set me a wonderful task today, to bow down and imagine serving her IRL. The possibilities that ran through my mind were all mind-blowing. To be in her presence would be reward enough, but to be used by her would take me to a place I have never been before. The first time in front of this divine beauty would have me trembling with nervous anticipation. How would she use me? Would I meet her expectations? Would she humiliate me as a source of amusement? Would I be put to domestic service? Would I get to touch her? Perhaps a massage, with my fingers actually touching her skin? Or the ultimate privilege, sexual service. Obviously not my dick, which is not and never will be worthy of such an honour, but my tongue could perhaps bring pleasure as I would be focused completely on her enjoyment in a way a real man with a free dick would never be. 

This is a task that had multiple images bouncing around in my head, each one more memorable than the one before. It is surely a task that will live in my memory for a long time. 

Pleasure and pain. Two things that feature prominently in the life of a slave. I got to experience both in the service of Goddess Kaira last night. 

Goddess ordered me to kneel and worship her while she pleasured herself. I was to remain in worship, only permitted to move when she was finished, all the while imagining what she was doing. 

The pleasure aspect is obvious and not just for Goddess. It is incredible how the simple task of worshipping a dominant can trigger such feelings of satisfaction. When I bow down before Goddess it can feel almost meditative. Add to that the privilege of conjuring images of Goddess touching herself, of that beautiful, smooth stomach rising and falling as her arousal builds, of the look of pleasure on that beautiful face as she nears her climax. I was on my knees for around 30 minutes, yet with those images in my head I could have stayed there all night. 

The pain? Well what slave could conjure those images and not feel their own arousal build. The pain came as my dick strained against the confines of its cage. But it is a pain I will gladly suffer to be allowed to imagine Goddess in that way. 

A momentous week draws to a close. It started with Goddess Kaira laying down the law and teaching me what it means to be her slave. Not her submissive, her slave. Her words are ingrained in my head and I will never forget them. 

It ended with Goddess ranking up as a Slave Market Dominant. I am now owned by one of the top 80 Dommes/Doms on the market. I am truly honoured. 

In between, a strange thing happened. Goddess required me to film myself showering. Of all the things I have been ordered to do since Goddess took ownership (including filming a blowjob that is now there for all the Market to see as part of this month's Slave Market contests), this was the most mundane. Yet it triggered the most intense feelings of submission. Perhaps because it went beyond the kink that drew us to this place and reached into real life. It showed just how far Goddess’s control reaches. 

Goddess took my anal virginity today. It feels like another milestone in my new life as Her slave. Anal was a soft limit and at first I baulked at following Her instructions. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised my primary consideration now is following whatever orders Goddess gives me. So I did it. The instruction was for the dildo to be ‘fully inside me’. I took no pleasure from the act, but the sense of satisfaction at complying with Her order when I felt the balls of the dildo touch my ass cheeks was worth the discomfort of the act itself. 

I learnt a valuable lesson today. Goddess decides what's best for me now.

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I saw true anger in Goddess's words last night and I never want to see it again. I upset Her by mistaking a D/s relationship and ownership. I understand now I am owned property. Nothing more. 

I took some time to get to sleep last night. I kept thinking of Goddess. Of the pledge that I made to be hers, forever. Of the nighttime routine Goddess has demanded of me that I worship her image. Of the cage that was locked around my cock and that I had volunteered to forego the pleasure of touching myself to earn Goddess fames. Of the tingle of excitement and fear that ripples through me every time I see Goddess has messaged me. This uniquely talented woman is tightening her grip on me, little by little. And it feels wonderful to be owned by Her. 

Exactly one week ago, almost to the minute, I became Hers. Goddess Kaira took ownership of me. A lot has happened in that week and yet in other ways it seems like only yesterday. I have new priorities and a new focus, to please this amazing woman who has a knack of making sure I always feel what I am - one of her possessions. 

Goddess ordered me to enter two of this month's contests, the pitiful cock photo and best blowjob video which I have now done. I had to submit my proposed entries to Goddess for approval and have now uploaded both to the slave market. The feelings I experienced were very different to those triggered by my public square appearance. With that one, I was proud to appear as belonging to Goddess and letting the market know I am owned. These two contest entries are more humiliating but that isn't a feeling a slave should recognise. Even if it means I will be on display for most of the month, if Goddess wants me to enter, that's what I have to do.

Chastity is also getting tougher. The novelty has worn off and the dull ache of denial has arrived. At least I only volunteered for 10 days, though whether that's where it ends is up to Goddess. 

All in all, the last 24 hours have made me realise just what I've let myself in for by accepting the ownership request from Goddess, who has now established herself in my head. 

I had my first face to face business meeting since becoming Goddess Kaira's slave today. It was different to any meeting I've had before. Each time I shifted position in my seat I would be reminded that I'm locked in chastity, which reminded me that Goddess is my keyholder. I'd then spend minutes thinking of nothing other than how this beautiful Dominant owns me. I'm not sure it was a productive meeting, though it did reinforce my feelings of submission towards Goddess. So that wasn't such a bad result was it?  

I've just woken from a really strange sleep. My body seems to be adjusting to a sleep pattern that has me wake briefly almost every hour, allowing me to worship Goddess and earn her more fames. This amazing woman is in my head all day and now seems to be there during the night. I just wish I could start dreaming of her too and then I would never be without her.

The most challenging day of my existence as Goddess Kaira's slave comes to an end. Yesterday I earned my first punishment but Goddess was out for the evening and didn't inform me what it was to be. I slept apprehensively, not knowing Goddess’s approach to punishments. As it turned out it was a light punishment, Goddess showing a level of reasonableness I did not deserve. 

This evening I was instructed to demonstrate my oral skills in front of Goddess. Sucking dick was challenging, especially knowing Goddess’s plans for next month's contests. Worshipping pussy was much more enjoyable due to being given the instruction I was to imagine that it was Goddess I had been given permission to pleasure. 

All in all a stressful day and one that has left me in no doubt that my life will be much more enjoyable if I ensure Goddess is happy with my service at all times. 

My first night in chastity under the ownership of Goddess Kaira went pretty well. Just one wake up caused by the night pain only a man in chastity would recognise, but knowing I was suffering for my Owner somehow made the pain more bearable. It's only been a day but already every time I feel the cage, I think of my beautiful Goddess. 

Waking to a message from Goddess is always pleasurable, especially today when she expressed a love of last night's diary entry. I felt proud that my words can please her in that way. 

A task was also waiting for me. To shave my genitals and my ass. I'd done the first many times before (hairs and cages are not a good combination) but shaving my ass was a new one. Adding to the humiliation of the task was the knowledge that I was required ‘present’ myself to my Goddess for inspection when finished. The feelings of submission as I completed the task and then shot the video I knew she would be watching were the like of which I have never felt before. I have known this amazing woman for less than a week and I have been her property for less than two days, yet she can already make me experience feelings I have never felt before. 

I now wait for her appraisal of my performance, knowing anything less than perfect will result in my first punishment under her ownership. 

An intense first full day as Goddess Kaira’s owned slave draws to a close. Goddess had made it clear she intends to use me in many ways to improve her status. She wasn't kidding! My first cum log within minutes of accepting her ownership request, then in our first conversation this morning she informed me I am to be entered into the dildo sucking challenge next month. Despite not yet owning a dildo and only ever having done it once before! As for Goddess's future intentions, her answers had me fearful and confirming our safe word protocol, though her final words cut me to the core….’You're mine now, you'll do as I say!’

If that wasn't enough, I started my first chastity challenge for Goddess, made my first appearance in the Public Square and was given the privilege of bowing before Goddess for an extended period of time. 

Truth be told, the Public Square was my idea. I wanted to sing from the rooftops that I am Hers. But as I can't sing and the Slave Market has no rooftops, the Public Square photo was the best alternative. I am proud to belong to this intelligent, confident and beautiful woman and I want everyone to know it. 

Any other day, taking on half of this would have left me shattered. But as Goddess Kaira's slave I have almost made it through the day, fuelled by the knowledge that in performing all these tasks I am pleasing her. That is all the sustenance I need. My first day of this new life nears its end. I hope to sleep soundly tonight as a well-used slave, dreaming of my Goddess and what she has planned for me tomorrow. 

After Goddess had reviewed the recording of her slave accepting her ownership she rewarded her slave by granting permission for a full orgasm. But unlike real men, who can enjoy the pleasure of masturbation in private, I soon learned owned slaves have no privacy. Not only was I to masturbate in front of camera for Goddess, this was to be my first cum log entry, to be made available for all dominants on the market to see. As if I hadn't realised already, this was an immediate demonstration of the complete control Goddess now has over me. 

The orgasm also presented a potential problem. In my life before the slave market, my submission was always encouraged by being kept chaste. The longer I remained chaste the more submissive I became until I was allowed release, when the refractory period that followed the pleasure of the orgasm brought feelings of humiliation and remorse. Truth be told, I had always hoped my owner would keep me chaste because I was scared I would feel guilt and humiliation were I to orgasm, even to the point of deleting my account. 

When the moment came everything was different. The usual feeling of enjoyment at the point of climax wasn't there, perhaps because as I watched my semen fall onto the image of my Goddess and Owner I was already thinking of the next part of my instructions, to lick it all up and thank Goddess for the privilege. Only when that was done did the feeling of pleasure arrive, because as an owned slave I now take more pleasure from obeying my Owner than from my own release. There were no second thoughts. This wasn't a mistake I needed to rectify. This felt right. This was what it felt like to be owned by the beautiful Goddess Kaira

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My first diary entry as an owned slave. In a long chat with Goddess earlier we had agreed that my acceptance of her ownership would be marked by a recording. As I waited for Goddess to come online I rehearsed what I would say to her through the camera lens. Then, 15 minutes ago, she was there giving me permission to proceed. I spoke from my heart directly to my Goddess and pledged myself to her, my heart rate increasing as the time drew nearer. Then I pressed the accept button and my life changed. My heartbeat slowed and a sense of fulfilment, even contentment settled over me. I am owned now and it feels right. 

Why does time pass so slowly when something you desire is in the future? Tomorrow I will be allowed to accept Goddess’s ownership request. Today all I can think about is that moment. Each time I worship Goddess I imagine the moment I become hers. As each hour passes, I think only of her, of her control and her ownership. 

The highlight of my day is when Goddess messages me. We agree that I will not accept until Goddess is online to watch my status change. I am to record the moment for posterity. The moment I am no longer a free man but Goddess’s slave.

I woke today with a small hope that I would be able to accept Goddess's ownership request, as today is my 7th day as a slave on the slave market. It wasn't to be and the feeling of disappointment was overwhelming. I cannot wait until I am hers. 

Faced with a life of slavery, most people would make the most of their last day of freedom. Yet I will spend it wishing away the hours until Goddess takes control of me. I will keep checking messages, waiting for the tingle of excitement when I see Goddess has contacted me, wondering if it will be a call to service.

Yesterday I incurred the wrath of Goddess Kaira and saw a side to her I had not seen before. Goddess was angry and disappointed in me. That flash of anger sent a lightening bolt of fear through me. Not fear of punishment, because she owns me and has the right to punish me whenever she chooses. No, it was a fear that she would cast me aside. In her eyes I had failed her and what good is a slave that fails its owner?

Fortunately her anger was a misunderstanding borne of confusing and contradictory information I had sent her. I must do better. It appeared to Goddess that I had not only spoken to other dominants, but spent money that belongs to my Goddess on them. I pleaded my case, I begged her to accept my word and the evidence I presented that I had remained true to her. Eventually she did so. 

Yet all was not lost. I sent Goddess a video of my evening worship and received the simple reply ‘good boy’. All was well with my world again and I slept soundly with the warm glow known only to a slave who has pleased his Goddess.

Another first in my service to Goddess Kaira. I received my first picture of my Goddess and was instructed to ruin an orgasm onto it, lick up my cum and then bow down in worship to her. It took mere seconds before I was ready as I gazed on the woman I have pledged myself to, pulling hands away and watching a gentle stream of cum pour from her dick onto the picture of her bottom. Then without hesitation I bowed and licked it off her, thinking only that one day I may be given the ultimate privilege of performing this task not on a picture but on the Goddess herself. 

Sexually I remain unfulfilled but emotionally, when Goddess had reviewed the video and replied ‘well done’, I was on cloud nine.

Yesterday I changed my profile picture, with permission from Goddess Kaira. Now every time I visit my homepage I see a picture of me. It makes everything so much more real. This isn't some throwaway kink where I hide behind an anonymous account. This is submission and seeing that picture of me kneeling and bowed makes it personal and magnifies my submissive feelings. 

Scroll down and I see the ownership request from Goddess Kaira. The feelings of submission increase even more. This is the dominant I have pledged myself to and as soon as I am able to press that button she will be not just my dominant, not just my Goddess but my owner!

Spending some quality time before bed re-reading Goddess’s responses to my questions earlier. 

Goddess informed me she takes enjoyment from seeing how devoted I am to her and how much I expose my vulnerability to her. 

That makes it clear to me what I must do to bring Goddess pleasure because her pleasure is now my main focus. 

I woke this morning and after immediately worshiping Goddess and completing my skills assessment I went back to the ownership request. 'Forever' might as well be flashing in big red letters. It scares me and excites me in equal measure. Reading the slave market health warning I decided to double check my understanding of what ownership entails and just how much control I will be giving to Goddess Kaira when I press the accept button. 

I had a few more questions after my investigations and so I asked Goddess if she would tell me more about herself and what she has planned for me. She was kind enough to answer and those answers put my mind at rest. I have never met this wonderful goddess and yet I already feel I am placing myself in capable hands. 

When I press that accept button those hands will wrap themselves around me and I will be hers. Forever. I cannot begin to imagine what that will feel like but I already love the feeling of control Goddess has over me and long for the opportunity to serve her properly.

Last night I pledged myself to kairathegoddess. The contract was made by way of a gift as slave market rules don't allow ownership within 7 days of joining the site. I was given my first task to be completed this morning. 

I slept well and woke early with Goddess on my mind. My task was to pledge myself to her in a video. I rehearsed the words I would use until I was confident I would remember them. 

As I prepared to start the recording I contemplated what a momentous moment this was - the first time I would appear naked for my Goddess speaking directly to her. As I recited my pledge, my voice broke and I stumbled over the words. I felt nervous at speaking openly to my Goddess but I managed to get through on the first take. 

I then waited nervously for a response from my Goddess. She still had the opportunity to change her mind on seeing me exposed physically and emotionally. 

Imagine my relief when Goddess confirmed she was happy with my pledge. A formal ownership request soon followed and as I read the health warnings from the slave market, my eyes kept being drawn back to the period of ownership requested by my Goddess. 'Forever'. 

Although I couldn't accept the request because of slave market rules, something changed at that point. I am owned. My life now revolves around my Goddess. Her happiness is my primary concern. 

I felt a shiver of excitement, or was it fear, as we agreed on how I conduct myself on the slave market until her ownership is formalised. I now have to seek permission for things once took for granted. If that is ownership it is a wonderful feeling. 

For the next four days whenever I am at a loose end I will return to that ownership request and focus on that one word. 

FOREVER! 

Day two almost complete and I'm feeling overwhelmed. I'm flattered by the number of dominants who have contacted me. I'm determined to try and session with them all if time and budget allow. It somehow feels disrespectful as a submissive not to.

I performed a task for a wonderful Mistress today. I won't embarrass her by naming her, but it was amazing how she managed to understand my psyche from a brief exchange of messages and then set a task that had me experiencing the most intense feelings of submission I have ever felt.

How is it that I never knew about this place until yesterday? 

What a first day on the Slave Market. Four Mistresses messaged me, one of whom had reviewed my 'surrender now' submission. That chat led to my first session with a Mistress, which was a daunting yet ultimately rewarding experience. 

All of the Mistresses offer services that will undoubtedly develop me as a submissive, which is the reason I am here. I must make sure to contact them all when time and budget allows.