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he was less than enthusiastic.
    An hour passed and I nearly forgot to call. I am so easily distracted… What’s that shiny thing over there?!
    Anyway, I called. He answered the phone and I could just tell it felt like a famous superstar were calling him. He sounded small and shy. “Hi, Goddess, I’m so honored you called. Than k you for keeping your word.”
    “Get on your knees, bitch!” I ordered.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he said. “I am on my knees, Goddess. May I ask a question, Goddess?”
    “Go ahead. You have thirty seconds to ask.” Where does this come from? I don’t even recognize my own vo ice!
    “Goddess, I will do this, but it seems very generic. Can’t I just come over and tell you about myself?” he whined.
    “No, slut! This is the process. The very notion of an application implies generalization. Do you think you are so very much more special than another slut who takes the time to complete these pages thoughtfully?”
    “No, Goddess, but it is so long. I can’t just type on the document and I’m going to have to print it out…”
    “Shut up, you stupid piece of shit,” I interrupted. “This is the way I do things. I don’t give a shit about your time or your fucking printer. If you don’t complete this, you won't be considered, plain and simple. ”
    “Ohhhh, please don’t make me.”
    Oh my God, I am going to kick this motherfucker’s ass when I meet him. That's IF I decide to meet him. I roared back at him, “DO the fucking application, stop wasting my fucking time, or I will take that dirty plug in your ass and jam it down your throat, slut!”
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied sheepishly.
    I win!
    The next day the application came via email. It was beautifully detailed, spelled correctly, and showed much thought had been put into it. The application came with a simple note.
    “Thank you, Goddess. I see now why you require your subs to fill this out before consideration. It made me look closely at myself in a much different light than before and showed me clarity where there was only darkness. Your hopeful slut, Sam.”
    Again… I win.
     
    One night a couple of days later, I was walking my dog and texting Sam, and the thought occurred t o me to ask for some references. He said that he had previously served for that couple as well as a few other local Dommes, so I figured, why not find out what they had thought of him?
    So I texted: Before I see you, slut, I would like to see references from your former owners.
    Dead silence.
    About a half hour later, I got a reply that read: Yes, Goddess. My owner in Florida has now moved to NY. She is willing to give me a reference though. She will send you an email. May I please put my toy in my ass like a good slut?
    Go ahead, I replied.
    Good. This should be an interesting night. Let’s see what this woman who had kept him in chastity for nearly two years and watched as her husband fucked him has to say about good ol' Sam.
    Sam claimed that he had met them at a Halloween party. He said that the couple was dressed in fetish gear from head to toe. So he approached them and told them that he liked their costumes. After having a few drinks together, the couple asked Sam, “What would you say if we told you these weren’t costumes?” Sam told them that he thought that was kind of sexy and that he’d always wanted to do some kinky stuff. So according to him, they all left together and went home, where they discussed his position as a permanent slave. And the rest is history, I guess.
    Anyway, I was pretty curious about talking to a woman who had kept a young man in her house to service her and her husband twenty-four-seven. I mean, Sam had gotten very descriptive about how she would punish him by making him sit on a bag of peas for a half hour before his weekly milking if he did something as small as forget to buy the right colored carrots.
    Okay, right there I should have known there was bullshit a-brewing.
    So when I got the email from the