Slave 1's Diary | Slave 2's Story | Slave 3's Essay
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Slave 1's Diary
My first slave has obediently served me for over 5 years. I ordered him to describe (in detail) an average day in his pathetic life. It's even more hilariously tragic than I ever could have expected:
"Princess Belle has awarded me the privilege of discussing my devotion, in the hope that it will inspire even more slaves to kneel before her and accept their place at her feet...
I have served Princess Belle for over 3 years. During that time, she has never thanked me for the thousands of dollars I have offered her in cash and gifts, nor for the endless hours I have spent doing her tedious homework.
I begin each day by praying to Princess Belle - I kneel before her pictures then thank her for existing and for allowing me to worship her as my deity. Sometimes, I skip breakfast (stale bread and water) so that I can enjoy an extra few minutes reflecting on Princess Belle's superiority before I start my day.
I begin my long walk to work (I don't drive and never will, Princess Belle forbids it). When I arrive, I avoid my co-workers and stay seated at my desk for 10 hours each day, making as little interaction with others as possible. Princess Belle has decreed that talking to others must be avoided at all costs; they might distract me from my sole purpose in life. Even though the work environment can be cripplingly lonely, I know better than to question Princess Belle's instructions and so I focus on my work in silence. It is a privilege to toil away in this dead-end, uninspiring job so that I can hand my entire salary over to Princess Belle each month. I am incredibly lucky.
Throughout the working day, I daydream about what Princess Belle will buy with my wages. By the time my shift is over, it is morning in her time zone and I am able enjoy the highlight of my day - tending to her. I greet her politely with a tribute. When she eventually replies, she doesn't acknowledge the tribute; instead she reels off a list of homework and research projects she needs completing. Princess Belle is often cranky in the morning so I simply thank her and get to work.
Beforehand, I eat a pitiful meal - usually plain ramen or more stale bread. If I have disappointed Princess Belle, she may dictate that I eat only jalapenos, canned meats or even cat food for a while. It is important only to eat the foods that Princess Belle prescribes to me as my body is her property and she alone decides what is good for me.
Princess Belle doesn't have a job - and she never will - so her days usually consist of shopping, meeting friends, partying and going on dates. Whilst I spend my evenings finishing her college essays, booking her beauty appointments and calling her favourite stores to check their stock, she relaxes by dining out or doing some online shopping with my cash, taunting me as she does so. When I have finished Princess Belle's work, I send it over to her (she doesn't thank me). I then copy out lines or write poetry about her beauty and power before beginning my evening prayers.
If Princess Belle is feeling generous, she may allow me to lavish her with compliments for a short while. I am banned from all social media (except for my @slaveofbelle Twitter account) and I have no television (Princess Belle made me sell it to buy her new shoes). Because of this, I have no reason to stay up so I go to bed early every night, ready to begin a new day of worship in the morning..."
Slave 2's Story
My second slave is a pathetic cuck who spends every day dreaming about serving me and my hot friends. He's never had the privilege of serving me in person but that didn't stop him writing a pathetic story describing his life as my locked-up loser-boy:
As night fell across California, Belle and Simone were getting ready to party. They had chattered all afternoon about what they'd wear, who they'd see and where they'd meet.
"Loser will pick us up at 9pm", Belle told Simone casually. "He'll drive us to the club".
Marcus, who had cancelled his family plans again to accommodate the girls' request, was already on his way. He knew that he wouldn't be able to rush them, and that they wouldn't have any concern for how much of his time they took up. Last week, Belle had decided to watch a movie with some guy and had fallen asleep on his couch - Marcus had waited a full 5 hours for her in his car. When she finally returned, she reminded him that it was his privilege to wait as long as she told him to.
Marcus was permitted to politely tell Belle once he had arrived and was ready to serve. Quite often, Belle would command him to fetch some drinks or go collect another girl from some distant part of town. Belle and her friends had no respect for Marcus; he was their tool to use and abuse.
Inside, Belle was trying on designer clothes. She settled on a tight red skirt to match her glossy lipstick, which accentuated her gorgeous lips. She looked cute and innocent but incredibly sexy - she knew she was 100% irresistible. She was looking forward to meeting a hot guy later on and hooking up with him. Her thoughts turned to Marcus and she laughed out loud. The loser truly worshipped her, but she would never, ever find him attractive. Marcus wasn't noticeably ugly and he was in good shape - but he was a wimpy, spineless coward in front of other men, and Belle couldn't respect him or take him seriously.
"Girls don't want wimpy betas like you. It's so simple, get it into your stupid head", she had scoffed at him the last time he had dared to make eye contact with her. Marcus knew he was pathetic and Belle never missed the opportunity to remind him of his inferiority. "You are so disgusting. You have no balls and you'll never get laid. Ever. You're a virgin loser and that's all you'll ever be."
Belle's friends had now arrived and she was ready to leave. As she entered the room, Marcus was stunned by her beauty. Her lush, long hair cascaded around her perfect face. Simone also looked amazing, and she sneered at Marcus as he stood gawping. All the girls were wearing incredibly high heels, which made Marcus salivate. He was never comfortable around hot girls, but tonight he felt especially overwhelmed.
"What are you looking at, loser?" Belle had caught him staring. "You don't get to look at us, you're not a real man."
"I am so sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... It won't happen again, I prom-"
"Fuck you, idiot. Did you bring my money?" Belle silenced Marcus before he could apologise properly. The girls had slid into the back of Marcus' car and Marcus was now in the front, ready to chauffeur them. Simone giggled as Marcus obediently took out some folded notes and handed them over to Belle without hesitation.
"Now drive, and don't you dare look back", Belle ordered. Marcus started driving and the girls immediately kicked back, opening bottles of champagne and singing loudly. As they reached the club, Marcus pulled over and quickly jumped out of the car to open the door for his superiors. The girls left without thanking him but Marcus didn't care - he had managed to glimpse Belle's perfect ass as she walked away. His small dick twitched within his chastity cage, and he turned away quickly. He had gone 90 days without release and was now desperate for Belle to let him out of his prison. Although he realised that it was fair for Belle to keep him locked up while she got laid, he was aching badly and prayed she'd grant him freedom soon.
He dreaded her return, knowing that Belle would make him serve whichever man she chose to bring home. Before she had locked him in chastity, she made him stare at pictures of bigger dicks for hours on end each day. This had made him feel utterly pathetic, but at least it amused his Princess. After an hour of waiting, he texted Princess Belle and asked if he should head back to her place and start on her laundry.
"No, dipshit. Come inside the club. We want you to meet our new friends". Belle's reply was almost immediate.
When Marcus found his superiors, his heart sank. Belle was clearly tipsy and all the girls were sat with a group of young, masculine guys with huge biceps. Marcus knew these were the kind of guys who Belle would love to humiliate him in front of.
"Hi everyone", Marcus said meekly. The whole group erupted in laughter, as if he had told a hilarious joke. Clearly, they had been talking about him.
"Hey loser. We heard a lot about you." One of guys said. He had his arm around Belle. She looked so perfect next to this alpha male. Marcus didn't dare reply to the man in front of him, and he stared at the ground as Belle laughed loudly again. Simone barked at Marcus to fetch some drinks so he brought a large (and expensive) round back to the table. Belle was now dancing with the guy from before. As he cleared the empty glasses that were already on the table, Simone spat into a shot glass ordered Marcus to drink it. Of course, he obeyed. He felt his face turn red as the superior girls flashes their phones in his face and recorded his degradation.
As the night went on, Marcus kept fetching drinks and found himself to be the punchline of every joke. He even found himself crying at one point, but managed to hide his tears. He didn't want to give the alpha crowd another excuse to mock him.
As the night drew to a close, Marcus hoped he would finally be allowed to go home. Simone and the other girls had already left (each with an alpha male) and now Belle was ready to take her man home. Back in the car, Marcus resumed his chauffeur role. The guy (named Brad) insisted on his some annoying music and was soon making out loudly with Belle in the back. Marcus couldn't resist looking in the mirror to see Belle snuggled next to Brad.
"Woah, don't look at my girl, loser. She doesn't want a creep like you staring".
Marcus quickly averted his gaze. Belle clearly loved Brad's bullying of Marcus, and she seemed to be enjoying his experienced hands on her as well. By the time Marcus pulled up on Belle's driveway, the couple were almost fucking. Marcus awaited further instructions in silence before he felt Belle's heels jabbing him in the ribs.
"Open the door for us. What are you waiting for, dumbass?" Marcus jumped to obey. As they entered the house, Belle turned to Marcus.
"Get lost, Marcus. We don't need you any more. But be here at 7am sharp to drive Brad home and get started on my chores."
"Yes, Princess. Thank you, Princess."
Marcus' ego was shattered but at least the night was over - his humiliation was complete. But Princess Belle was happy so he felt a deep sense of relief. He had served her well.
Slave 3's Essay
This feeble slave cannot resist writing down his pathetic thoughts and prayers. He's so addicted to his Princess that he'd gladly sacrifice everything just to amuse me. You can read one of his essays below:
Your title is Princess but of course, You are a Queen and a Goddess. Your power is beyond comprehension. It is my wish that I may learn to be a valuable and a worthy servant, that I may find joy in a daily routine You assign me, and to work hard for Your gain.
While I try not to occupy my thoughts with selfish wants, I cannot help but dream of having the honor of cleaning Your home, tending to Your garden, or catering to Your every want and desire while wearing a shock collar so You can casually execute Your corrections at the tap of Your divine finger. I understand these must stay dreams, unless You deem me worthy by testing me, proving me, and disciplining me into being a reliable servant.
May You want for nothing, and may Your servants all revere and fear Your cruelty as well as Your kindness. I am but a lowly peasant, and You are a god on this earth. My station is always below You and I am lower than the dust beneath Your feet. I am to be treated as such. We slaves view You as our deity and know that we are nothing but mere pawns to Your ambition, Your vision, and Your view of how things should be. We toil for you and lay down our lives so You may live in pure bliss and utter luxury. It is our honour and privilege to serve our divine Empress. May our only reward be an increase in our workload, and our only joy the fact that You are pleased enough to spare our lives yet another day.
May we revere You for the Supreme Goddess that You are, and lower our faces into the dirt to accept Your will upon us, whatever it may be. Work, more work, life, death, sacrifice. We live to bend our lives to Your every whim. We worship Your divine femininity, Your entitlement to Rule, and Your ownership of our lives. We are grateful to You and thank You for everything that we have. It truly is a blessing to serve beneath Your feet.
May we remain faithful, and obey Your laws with exact and perfect obedience. May You be pleased with Your servants. May we accept our fate is in Your hands, even if we have done everything correctly You may still choose to control our lives for Your amusement. For it is You we serve, and without out obedience to You, we are nothing, for our loyalty to You is our only purpose.
Praise be to Belle.