Realities of being a slave 

My fantasy : 

Sitting on a jeweled pillow, chained to a slave cage, in exotic silks, perfumed, shaved, always ready for her Master.

No makeup smudges and not a hair out of place. Perfection. able to serve Master sexually at any time on his whim.

This magic pillow of course exercises all your muscles while you sit there so you never gain weight.

The reality, a small glimpse of what its really like :

1. cleaning cat puke up. not once.. but twice because the kitten decided to over eat... having to clean the litter box.. there is nothing UN-sexier then shoveling cat poo into a bag.

2. having "that" time of the month is not an excuse to be a bitch...

3. getting up at 4am for various reasons, sometimes just because he doesn't want "soggy bread on his sandwich."

4. No matter how many handfuls of dog hair you pick up, the vacuum cleaner always seems to break when you want to use it. And the cleaning supplies seem to always be misplaced when you go to use them, I wonder who keeps moving them, lets blame the cat.

5. No such thing as a "long" shower to "pamper" yourself, shave, lotion up and have an hour to prepare for his arrival... not if you want the house in one piece by the time your done. (assuming you have children. Or animals... or both. Don't think the cat doesn't know how to turn on the stove either, they will find a way to thwart your plans for relaxation or getting yourself clean.)

Slaves get tired. Slaves get over worked. Slaves are expected to function, be polite and beautiful and serve in all ways even when they are tired.

"I had a hard day" is not an excuse for not "wanting sex"...

Falling asleep during sex may also result in a firm smack on the leg, ass or arm to wake you up.

chocolate is not the cure-all answer to slave-blues. You then have to work off those calories.

Sex doesn't get rid of unwanted calories, no matter how much you may want to believe it works as your only excersize.