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For the longest time I knew something was missing in my life. When I am was in college I had the honor of serving a Mistress who showed me to be proud of being a slave. When we met, we would share coffee and learned about each other. When she invited me to her house I had to take off my clothes and she marched me in to the bathroom and shaved me fro the neck down. When I questioned why she said it is what I want and I was hairless and soon in a maids uni.
I learned that it is not up to me and being a slave I give up everything. So for six months I spent every weekend serving her. When she relocated for work I lost contact.
I started working and I felt a loss and I never found a Mistress . I met someone a few years later but it did not turn out well.
I just want to be a slave again. I need to be controlled and I know I need chastity. I am kind, gentle, thoughtful, and humble.
I just want a chance.
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