From Boyfriend To Slave
by Anonymous

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My father’s death left me with an enormous inheritance but every day I came home from working 7-9 at the highest paying job I could, and each day I come home exhausted and still willingly lower myself to the position of Drew’s unhesitating, obedient slave. At the end of the day, he owns me, and I am nothing but a tool for him to drain the cash out of and have obey his each command, no matter how difficult, time consuming, humiliating, or petty. Drew loves to degrade me by forcing me to do whatever he says, usually in a taunting voice, strutting through the door and chuckling, self-satisfied, as I kneel before him and kiss each of his shoes. His total authority over my life became complete after I confessed to him my desire to be totally enslaved and enthralled by him. It soon translated into Drew’s self-assurance and smugness growing exponentially until his arrogance was so strong he could decimate my sense of worth for two months with a single condescending look. He totally uses me, knowing full well he can happily kick-back in total luxury and comfort on my finances, steadily draining my cash, credit cards, and bank accounts for his pleasure, mercilessly gloating over his continuous, unchecked extortion of me. Everyday Drew smugly grinds my confidence into dust under his shoes, enslaving me more and more deeply as my sense of worthlessness grows each time I am forced to submit to his commands, swallowing my pride and quietly accepting his absolute authority.I lay my paycheck at his feet on pay-day in a ritual he instituted where he steps in some kind of snack food after dropping it on the floor, and I prostrate myself on the ground as he lifts his shoe sole and I lap it up off of the dirty sneaker treads while he laughs, totally demeaning me. Ever since our relationship ended, he knew I couldn’t stay away from him, and he makes sure I spend all my money and time doing all of his work for him and tending to his every desire. Drew knows about my fantasies for life-long devotion to him, and once read out-loud a journal entry about my serving him, laughing at my embarrassment and shame after each sentence as he looked me full on in the face and reread his favorite parts, humiliating me into abject servitude . While I let him trample my ego under his athletic shoes, he intentionally dropped food on the floor and stepped in it with his sneakers, sniggering and flexing his foot upward for me to eat the filthy mash off of while he stands over me with his shoe resting on my face…and as I look up at his smirking eyes, I know I am utterly ruled, conquered, and defeated. I am his loyal slave and am met with flagrant ridicule and utterdebasement, as he knows my deepest thoughts and completely takes advantage of my willing devotion to him. Sometimes he flaunts his ownership over me by looking in my eyes and chanting a mocking insult such as “Who’s in control now?” “You’re lower than dirt.” or “You’re nothing,” while I perform demeaning tasks, being ignored and used as his footstool or cleaning the soles of his police boots with my toothbursh. He makes a point of looking smugly directly into my eyes when his commands are especially degrading. He would burst out laughing at me as I stumbled to prostrate myself at his feet as he sat on the couch. I lay my head alongside Drew’s feet under his desk chair while he works and wiggle my neck through the spokes of his chair until the dirt on his shoe sole is touching my face. I lie on my back and put my hands under my butt to put myself at the lowest position on the floor, extending my head directly under the soles of Drew’s big dirty Nike shox as he continues bouncing his legs, stamping my faceunder his muddy heel as if I was not there. I worship him utterly. I kiss the ground he walks on and made the decision that my life was his to use and toss aside like a worthless rag. My only thoughts were how I could serve and please him in any way. My every breath is used to obtain anything that Drew wants. The newest car, the best phone, the fastest computer, I obey his every command. My paycheck is direct deposited into his bank account, and one day after cleaning Drew’s car and washing it by hand he told me he was going to show me just how worthless I was. He ordered me to lie down in a puddle and prostrate myself in the dirt and filth and while I obediently humiliated myself at his feet he ordered me to let him take my entire inheritance. I thanked him and he laughingly stepped on my face, lowering it slowly and deliberately into the filthy mud, totally besmirching my confidence. Drew took all my money, as it was the ultimate way to become his complete slave. I wrote a check, bold to write with a pen in my hands in front of my god. I lay the check for every last dollar down at Drew’s feet. I loved the feeling of presenting every last drop of my worth for him to take. He laughed with triumphant disbelief, a laugh that mocked me and flaunted my worthlessness in my face. My face was bowed to the floor, at the level of his used, dirty shoes. I silently suffered and pleaded my god to completely walk on me, to step on my face and put me farther beneath him where I longed to be. When I lie on the floor, completely defenseless, sometimes he will just step on my face for one moment, and then step off and look down at me, and laugh, ridiculing me as I throw away any chance I have for respect. Every day he laughingly tramples my self-respect to dust, degrading me to the lowest shame in a new and teasing way, just to rub it in my face. One day I knelt with my face just beneath his shoe, and picked away the dust and mud with a pen, catching it onto my waiting tongue. Whatever fell onto the floor I ate off the ground, Drew’s god-like laughter echoing in my ears. His nonchalant dominance of me was what I lived for. I lived for the subtle ways that he would step on my dignity, looking down at my position on the floor, noting with a superior chuckle how my body stretched to its limit in a way that most debased me but left every inch completely surrendered to him. The way he was above me at all times, his brown eyes ruling me so completely as his obedient slave for his entire life. Drew’s authority is inborn and unquestionable, and I accept that he is better than me in every way. I begged Drew to trod on every part of my life, throwing away college and ruining my career at his sneering, laughing whim. Drew ridicules me unceasingly, humiliating me beyond recovery with every word, pushing my face deeper into mud under his shoes. I obediently became rubbish beneath his feet without protest. I submitted to hundreds of humiliating black-mail photos, ensuring my continued and total service. I relish being knelt to him, powerless, while he stands in front of me, laughing lightly in my face and flaunting each and every way he is superior to me. While he watches TV, Drew orders me to serve him by being his footstool. He reclines in his chair and props his worn sneakers up on my back, crossing his feet. I live for his contented laugh as he shifts his legs on my back, using me as furniture to his liking, totally degrading me for hours. I love the way having his feet propped on my back humiliates me in so many ways that the only way to cope is by kissing his feet and serving him more. I savor every moment that I am allowed to serve Drew as his obedient slave. He taunts me every day about his complete control over every last cent of my wealth. Drew is now one of the richest men alive, he laughs about how he will never have to work again. Because he commanded it, he is now the sole owner of my father’s stock portfolio. Drew becomes richer and richer every day off of his wise investments and every day I am more and more deeply enslaved and debased by his control, his laughter and authority. Drew is now used to being treated as a king, as I have surrendered everything of value in my life to him without question. I watch his power, wealth, and authority grow bigger and bigger as he rules my life while I kiss his shoes, and at his order I destroyed all records that say otherwise, so now he legally has owned this wealth all along. Every day he mocks me, forcing me to repeat again and again that I have done nothing for him, that he has owned this wealth since day 1, that he owes me nothing, and that I am dirt under his shoe. I know that every thing he says is true. He owes me nothing, but I will continue to be his unquestioning slave for the rest of my life. I sold my fathers mansion at Drew’s command, I will do anything Drew says, no matter what. I live for the moments that I spend face down, spread-eagle on the floor, listening to my master and god verbally taunt and humiliate me while I lose everything. I follow Drew wherever he walks around the house, looking eagerly for an opportunity to degrade myself for his pleasure. He takes and takes until I have nothing, barking commands, to then just laugh and laugh and laugh as he humiliates me, making me less than human. I am no longer a person, I am now treated as Drew’s dog, eating off the floor for his amusement. I am led around by a leash, choked and kicked for his entertainment, just like a dog. Each day I spend, laying my life at Drew’s feet to serve and worship him, he crushes my dignity and will little by little, so that each day I am relegated to a lower and lower position as his worthless, lifelong slave, to serve and surrender, to submit, and to lose and lose and lose to his entitled smile. I signed a contract saying that for each kiss placed on Drew’s shoes, I owe him 100,000 dollars. He immediately stepped onto my face, looking directly into my face and laughing as I fell impossibly in debt, I am completely dominated by Drew. Everyday his commands became more and more humiliating and degrading. Today he mocked me and loudly laughed in my face while I was made to kneel to him, he then lifted his shoe on my face and lowered my head to his feet, stepping on my face and filming my debasement while he wiped gum from the bottom of his shoe into my mouth. Drew just arrogantly laughed and laughed as I chewed and swallowed the filth off of his shoe soles that were resting, propped onto my head. I kissed his feet as he laughed in my face