Most people call by my slave name which is Kunt, or I’m slut, whore, bitch, or my favorite, sperm-breath, but basically whatever comes to mind. I am... a 24/7 sex slave, I am kept nude at home and ready to serve my owner/husband, Master Ty, who has held my leash since I was 17, over 16 years now. To get a few things out of the way, I do not have daddy issues, or any other of that psychobabble bullshit. I am not “stuck” in this relationship, truth be told, I have more money than I really know what. I laid down on the couch and fell asleep again, and as I slept I started dreaming that Karen was popping babies out like she was a slot machine and the babies were climbing all over me. I felt like I was in a panic and the more I tried to stop the babies the more they piled on top of me. I could feel them grabbing me and that's when I realized it was my dad trying to wake me up. I guess I was screaming and fighting in my sleep cause he said that it looked like I was having one hell of a fight. It was slave's brother in law who gave Mistress a hug and a kiss on the cheek while congratulating Her. Mistress then tugged on slave's leash and ordered slave to obey Her orders. slave could only reply with, "Yes Mistress" and kissed the feet of his brother in law. "Thank you for attending our wedding" slave said as his brother in law laughed at him. Mistress then tugged on the leash again so slave could kiss the feet of the next guest in line. It was his sister and slave kissed her feet and. AuntBetty bought me several tops and shirts. She got me a dozen pairs ofpanties in various colors and designs. Many of them had lacy trimaround the legs. I got new shorts and some skirts and socks and shoesand sandals of my very own. I got a couple training bras and somenylons and a nighty and some baby doll pajamas and some makeup and lipgloss and nail polish and I even got a purse. Then she got me somejewelry. A bracelet and a couple necklaces and rings. I even got someperfume.By the.