How I Improved My Mental Health By Becoming A Slave
I’ve enjoyed having many masters as a child and as an adult.
I’m a sucker for servitude.
I like helping my family members and friends with tasks and providing myself as a walking talking resource.
I’ve even turned my love for being a servant into an income source by becoming a therapist, case manager, and wellness writer over the past decade.
There’s actually been multiple times in my life that I’ve taken it a step further and voluntarily become a slave.
I had 7 masters in my life (4 as an adult and 3 as a child).
Life With Slave Masters Living in My Home
As a toddler, I loved following my master around the house and backyard and she loved having me close by as well. I helped my older brother prepare her food and entertain her everyday. I loved her.
My first master was the start to me never wanting to live a life without one.
She was white, had long, beautiful hair, and we called her “Fluffy.”
She was the best. Unfortunately one day she ran away during a thunderstorm and I never saw her again.
