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erica's trip to house of Dominus:

(This is my real life adventure serving a Straight Latino God. (it's not related to foot domination much. although i craved His feet i didn't get them. i was there to serve His needs and that wasn't one of them.)

it started with an innocent chat less than 1 month ago. i saw His hot pic on youtube, which led me to MasterTime.de, which listed His yahoo. i sent some amazon cards, He sent me some pix and video, and fag was hooked. the pic of Masters feet was intoxicating: the one stepping barefoot on His car bumper, sitting back on the porch, showing of His dirty soles. Then fag got Him something from His wish list. We talked on phone. Before i knew it, He had me cancel my July 4th vacation so instead my time and money could be spent helping Him and His roommates move to a new house 2 weeks later.

Master demanded proper tribute in exchange for this great privilege, and picked out a nice housewarming gift for Himself [link to samsung] to be purchased by fag in advance of its visit. fag had to cancel another side trip to nyc to pay for it, but as Master explained its purpose in life is to serve Str8 Latino Dominus, and how can it do that if it's selfishly spending money on itself?

erica (my feminized name Master prefers to call me by) was thrilled to hear how pleased Master was with His housewarming gift. she was also happy that Master's Str8 Roommates were also enjoying it.

Then a week later, up in the air to the land of Dominus.

The first night Master had fag stay at Holiday Inn nearby. fag waited out front where Master picked it up in His nice sports car, sleek and beautiful like its owner. erica was then driven to restaurant where Master's roommates where there. she didn't realize they were all also Masters working from house of Dominus. Many Masters but only 1 King, and i am His loyal peasant, pissant, faggot. she felt awkward not knowing what these young str8 boys knew of this older gay freak.

i sat and watched as Master and friends drank and ate at her expense while she was allowed nothing. As Master directed the bill to me, He joked with the hot young tatted waiter about how easy to eat and drink whatever You like when He has me to pay for it. After, as we walked to Master's car He leaned in and asked how it felt to pay $168 to feed Him and friends while i sat there hungry and thirsty. "Master i live to serve You. if You were happy with meal than fag feels great." He replied it was only ok. i apologized and begged permission next time to buy His dinner at a nicer more expensive restaurant.

This whole time a young guy around Master's age(19) walked so close to us i had assumed He was a friend of Master's. i kept thinking "wait why don't i remember Him from the restaurant." Turns out Master didn't know Him. guess he was just listening in to a freaky tale on the streets of GR. Wondering did want a slave like me for Himself, or more likely to have a Master like Dominus. Then Master and Ronnie dropped me off at hotel, where i tried to sleep wondering what tomorrow would bring when i was allowed to start my service.

In the am, i caught a cab to His new home where i was to take His car for household supplies and the car wash, but it was blocked by roommie's truck and fag knew they were still asleep. So i donned my combat hat and started pulling weeds in the hot morning sun. As young Masters woke one by one i'd hear knocking and mocking from windows upstairs and down: "pull them weeds faggot". They thought the hat made me look particularly stupid and gay. i said it was my duck-hunting hat, but i was vegan so used it for pulling weeds. They enjoyed my stupid jokes, but mostly i was the object of laughter, and happy to provide amusement to my Str8 young Masters.

At one point a stunning young man came out barefoot and bare-chested in shorts, stating contemptuously "idiot" as He passed me. He reminded me to get all the prickly weeds. i was happy to comply. As the thorns went through my cheap work gloves into my hands and wrists i though better to hurt me than Master Ronaldo’s beautiful feet.

fag was happy when her owner King Dominus emerged, drooling at His tanned body in muscle shirt, short, and sandals. He immediately put fag to her chores and then began a long day of fetching moving, cleaning, organizing etc. in the hot July heat. fag spent about $500 on household supplies for these young Str8 Boys who didn't have time to worry about silly things like plates, wastebaskets, cutting boards, etc. They of course did the manly heavy lifting while erica concentrated her efforts with lighter work, picking up dozens of beer cans scattered upstairs, downstairs, and in the yard, organizing the kitchen etc.

There was a break for lunch where we piled into cars and fag again sat and watched as the young Masters drank and ate at her expense. This time there were 7, all young str8, Master Ronaldo with His Girlfriend. Occasionally i was interrogated "do you like feet" etc., as if a team of young nature explorers examining an odd bug in the field, but mostly they enjoyed their meal and ignored me. At one point Master Dominus ordered me to sit on the floor. i immediately started to rise from the chair, and Dominus said "don't" and i immediately sat back on the chair. They all thought this was quite funny as the older faggot responded like a mindless robot to the commands of his Str8 young Master. After being allowed the privilege of paying another $70 for their meal Master Dominus was kind enough to drive me back to continue working but this time in the trunk. As i squeezed myself in to the small opening, i heard laughter from the parking lot. On the way back, Master took great care to speed around curves, and start and stop short to maximize fags comfort. Then it was back to work.

As the day wore on and the Masters retired to the living room to play video games and enjoy the samsung system erica paid for, she continued on, cleaning, moving clothes, books, small furniture from the trucks and carloads. i struggled barefoot in sweaty shorts and tshirt as Masters sat around enjoying themselves, occasionally using faggot for practical use: erica, where's my beer. queer pick up this trash, give me $100 (only to Dominus of course), etc. or amusement: erica, drop and give me 20, kiss my shoes, etc. Whatever i was doing i would gladly put down my load to gladly serve and amuse my young Masters. i would get a particular thrill to hear Master Dominus yelling in His clear gleeful voice "erica" and run as fast as my sore barefeet would go: "yes Master" to gladly serve my Beautiful Latino Owner. One time i came in, and Master Jordan was hiding being the door wearing boxing gloves. He pounced on me,  as i shrank in fear and the Masters all laughed. They then had me stand and face them as they asked silly questions "how do you like picking up our shit faggot" etc. as Master Jordan punched me in the back and I would wobble forward, my words jumbled i answered. They thought this was great fun but soon sent back to my chores. After which i was ordered to provide a $50 tribute to Master's 3 roommates, as He had stipulated from the start, to show proper respect to all the young Masters. Unfortunately fag only had $20's. Master had a solution: "stop whining, give them $60 each and get back to work." Brilliant! fag loves sometimes just turning off the brain and letting her Master do all the thinking. 

By 1 am i was truly worn, a sweaty smelly mess ready for bed. "Bed? when there's work to be done. what were you thinking?" Master Dominus then put me to work assembling furniture for their living room as they continued playing.

Then finally the last chore done, i was ordered to shower, after which Master Dominus showed me my quarters for the night. a cold clammy 4 X 8 room in the basement with a hard cement floor as my bed. He did relent though and allowed fag to bring an empty furniture box down to her dungeon to sleep on. Before going to sleep I heard Master Dominus yell up from the comfy living room "erica, crawl up here carrying your clothes and wallet", which of course i did , glad to be privileged to serve Master one more time for the night. So I crawled up, naked on sore knees that creaked more than the stair boards, dragging my clothes, carrying wallet in mouth. Master Dominus was pleased and ordered me to drop everything and crawl back downstairs and go to sleep. When i got back down there though i realized "shit! no place to shit!" so i texted Master and He obligingly  brought down a bucket and some toilet paper. He was barefoot as He had been most of the night. I was so worn from the work and seeing His feet all night, wanting to clean them, lick them, wash them, etc. in one weak, selfish moment i begged for permission to kiss His gorgeous Feet. He had me kneel and put His right foot forward. "kiss" i squealed like a 15 year old at a Justin Bieber concert as i touched my lips to the warm, pulsing, tan skin. "and now the left" Then, as i gushed "oh thank You so much Maste-" a blinding, ear-ringing smack to the left side of my face. Although not a pain freak, i enjoyed the slap also as i knew it was at Master's sadistic pleasure, a tax if you will on indulging my own need.

As i tried to drift off, i was honored with a visit from Masters Jordan and Ronnie. i was ordered to kiss their toes and soles as they stood above me snapping pix and video. Master Ronnie has beautiful feet and i couldn't resist sneaking a little tongue, to which He responded by quickly moving just out of range, tantalizing, above my drooling mouth. Then after 16 solid hours of hard labor it was a sleepless night on a cardboard box as the ants crawled over my naked body. In the morning Master Dominus was amused and explained this is the life of a gay peasant slave. He had used me up physically and financially as I was put on earth for, and my trivial comforts were not of concern especially as I had already served my purpose this visit. He did say if i was good for my next visit He might treat the area with ant traps and allow me to purchase a doggie bed. Before starting back to the airport, i was ordered, and thrilled, to kneel naked at Master's feet and count out the remaining tribute owed Him, as He filmed it.  It was to be a total $500. Nevertheless Master had fag empty its wallet, providing Him another $60. As Master explained patiently it was necessary because otherwise fag would have selfishly and inappropriately spent the money on itself. "miss erica, what were you thinking this time?"

Then one last privilige to buy Master Dominus and Master Ronnie various clothing items and lunch at the mall before being dropped off at the airport. We had agreed (or rather Master agreed) fag would buy $200 in gifts for Master and $100 for Master Ronnie, Master scrupulously added up each gift, tax included to make sure fag didn't go over agreed limit. This struck me later as really funny later, and revelaing. Master Dominus will gladly take whatever He can get from us adoring gays but is utterly trustworthy. Never with all the changes did He take anything from my person or wallet not agreed to. In the end, He is a beautiful young man, a laid back alpha with joie de vivre, that was a thrill to be around even as i toiled, sweated, strained, and paid. i hope He will invite (order) me back soon.

Total tributes to Master so far, starting from our meeting online 6/21/12:

Amazon gift cards to Master: $400 ($350 to Master Dominus, $50 to Master Ronnie for His birthday)

TV Stand: $220

Western Union tribute: $425

Home Theatre System: $850

Meals, hosuehold supplies: $900

Cash Tributes to Master D: $560

Cash Tributes to Roommies: $180

Mall visit: $300

Total: 3,835

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IPAYDOMINUS (3-21-13 Visit):

I have been serving Master Dominus online now for over a year, but this past weekend was my first chance to serve him in person. The quickest thing I can say about it:  IT WAS AMAZING! My job for the night was to clean HIS house while he and his buddies watched NCAA basketball. He had warned me that the house needed a major overhaul, especially the basement which had been used by his college friends for multiple parties during the last few months. I could never have imagined how hard I worked that night!

I arrived at the house and was greeted by one of his buddies. Master Dominus had sent me a text and told me that HE wasn't at the house, and his friend would let me in so I could see what kind of cleaning supplies I would need. After a quick walk around the house, I immediately knew I would be working VERY hard that night! I immediately left the house and went to Meijers to pick up cleaning supplies. Halfway into my shopping, I got a text from Dominus that simply said:  GET BEER...TWO 24 PACKS. I knew all his buddies were coming over, so I got three instead. Then another text: GET SPICY DORITOS. Before I left Meijer, he sent several more text messages demanding more. Like a good fag, I kept running back into the store to get whatever he wanted...I know better than to say no to Dominus!

When I got back to the house, I opened the front door and starting bringing in all the items I purchased. "Close the door faggot!" was my greeting! I got everything in the house and immediately started working on the kitchen. Being the gods they are, Dominus and his roommates don't feel they should have to worry about cleaning...especially when a faggot is coming to do the job. So I scraped food out of pans, washed pretty much every dish they had, cleaned the appliances inside and out, and got everything I could organized for them. Of course, Dominus and his friends didn't just let me work. Pretty much every 5 minutes, one would yell something like, "Hey faggot, bring me a fucking beer!"  "Fag, run to my truck and bring me my cigarettes...and you better not forget my fucking lighter." They were relentless!

Dominus decided to order food from the local taco place. After asking his buddies what they wanted, I was ordered to go pick it up. He told me to take his car and get it washed while I was out getting the food. (It was such an HONOR to drive the car of Master Dominus...but I was very nervous!) I felt bad the car wash was closed, so I filled up his gas tank instead. Luckily, he was pleased with that choice. I paid for the food for him and his friends and returned to the house. Once everyone was done eating, they whistled and I came running to clean it all away. They were kind enough to leave a few scraps for me to eat as I continue to work away. Of course, my food was cold and tattered, but I was thankful to have a little something to eat.

Once I finished cleaning the kitchen and the attached bathroom (never imagined I would be cleaning the toilet Dominus and his friends used), I was ordered to begin work on the basement. I was absolutely not prepared for what I saw down there! Hundreds (and I mean hundreds) of beer cans and bottles along with empty bottles of hard liquor. You could tell this room has seen some crazy parties over the last few months. I had absolutely no idea where to begin. Dominus was very clear:  "This room better be spotless when you're done." With that in mind, I began my task. I worked from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. After getting everything picked up and organized, I washed, mopped, and scrubbed until I could barely move my arms. Thinking that my task might be done when I finished the basement, I heard Dominus yell from upstairs, "You don't leave until you clean the upstairs bathroom faggot!" His words were piercing, but I knew I didn't have a choice. So once I finished up the basement, I went upstairs and worked another 30 minutes in the bathroom.

As I said before, I've served Dominus for over a year. Although he has always been dominant online, it doesn't compare to how he is in person. When he would utter phrases like, "Get that shit clean faggot...and get on your knees where you belong and scrub like a good bitch," there's nothing I could do but obey. I was completely under his control!

After I done working and got back to my bed, I simply collapsed. My back, legs, and arms literally ached after all I had done. I have never cleaned so much in my life. When I talked to Dominus the next day, he informed me that he was pleased by my work. Luckily, I'll be allowed to return and clean again. Next time, I may even have the opportunity to worship the feet of Dominus and his friends. For that honor, I'll clean his house all over again!!

- I pay Dominus & I'm proud to do it!

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IPAYDOMINUS (7-10-13 Update):  

It's the middle of the month which means I am about to send Master Dominus his monthly cash payment. He doesn't have to remind me...we are at the point now where I just message him when I'm ready to read him the code to the MoneyPak card I purchase for him. What's amazing about these monthly payments is I actually believed a long time ago that I would never have to pay Dominus again. Here's the story....

Over a year ago when I start serving Dominus, he demanding a huge cash payment...$1,000...which was more money than I even had to my name. I had NEVER sent that much money to a Master before in one payment. I begged him to allow me to pay it in monthly payments, but he demanded a huge payment. Finally, out of total generosity, he allowed me to make two payments of $500 (over a period two months). He led me to believe at that time that paying him this major payment meant I didn't have to ever pay again. Like a mouse being led to a trap, I went for it. At that time, I honestly thought all I had to do was save up this amount, and I would never have to pay again (and would be allowed to serve in other ways).

So after I raised he first $500, I put it in an envelope and sent it to Master. The day it arrived, Dominus had also received another $500 Western Union payment from some other fag. He actually took a video opening my envelope...I was so honored:

Watching him count the money I sent was overwhelming! Seeing my hard earned cash in his powerful hands...oh man, I can't even describe the feeling. After I watched the video, I knew I had to get my second $500 payment to him as soon as possible. In less than 30 days, he had the rest of what I owed him. Even though it felt so good to send him that money, I was totally relieved that I didn't owe him anymore cash...at least that's what I thought at that time.

I can't remember how it started. Master told me to order him something small off his wishlist...whatever it was only cost about $30. "Just fuckin order it faggot," he demanded over useless protests. He said it wasn't that big a deal and our agreement was still in place. From that moment on, he would demand things off his wishlist or simply asked me to order him a small MoneyPak to take care of some specific need he had. Eventually, he told me my job was to start a savings account for him...like an emergency fund...JUST IN CASE he ever needed the money. Within another month, he needed that money, and I was ordered to send it. With each purchase and payment of cash, I was quickly realizing that the mouse was completely in the trap...I was Master Dominus's total cash bitch. It happened before there was anything I could do to stop it.

So fast forward a few months...whenever Master needs something off Amazon, he just sends me a quick message with the link. I don't argue...I just buy it. Everything must be shipped either two-day or next-day. The latest purchase was a sheet set for his bedroom. He told me the details of what he wanted and told me I had 5 days to get them to his house. When he snaps his fingers like that, I just do whatever he says!

So it's been a good year, and Dominus still has been completely under his spell. As I finish typing this, I'm going to turn over this month's payment.


- I pay Dominus & I'm proud to do it!