#ownerproperty
Daily Picture Assignment #89
Trick or treat.
Or both.
My owner has rented me out/given me to friends to use in return for things like an ice cream sandwich or a steak dinner.
In essence, he’s had me turn tricks so he can get treats.
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Daily Picture Assignment #87
Hella sexy happy hour outfit from a few weeks ago, when Reaction Junkie was out of town.
I looked fantastic and got lots of compliments from people of all genders. It made me feel good, and I got to fulfill one of my purposes - being eye candy. I was sexy and cute and had a wonderful time talking to lots of different people.
I love when my outfits (and social skills) are successful like that. It makes me feel like I know what I’m doing and like I’m doing my owner proud, showing that I’m valuable property, worth his time and attention. Reaction Junkie would have been pleased.
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Daily Picture Assignment #76
I belong to Reaction Junkie. He’s my owner and I’m his property.
My purpose is to please and entertain him. My purpose whatever he says it is. It’s whatever he wants me to do in that moment. If he wants to use my holes (or gives me to other to use) and treat me like a fucktoy, then my purpose is to be a fucktoy. If he wants me to focus at work and do a good job, then my purpose is to be a productive professional. If he wants me to bring him water and do his laundry and cook him dinner and clean the apartment, then my purpose is to do service.
I am whatever he wants, no matter if he’s directly using me or if it’s something that turns me on. The very fact that Reaction Junkie wants me to behave in a certain way or do certain things should be motivation enough, a turn on in and of itself, regardless of the particular behavior or activity at hand.
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Daily Picture Assignment #67
Reaction Junkie took this picture for me to post.
How Millennial of him, snapping photos of his favorite toy/well-loved possession/personal belongings to share online with strangers.
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Daily Picture Assignment #96
Two views of me in my work clothes and collar.
I have now been wearing my new collar for a full week. All day, every day.
When we first got it, I asked Reaction Junkie if I could have it off for work because it seems conspicuous and he agreed. So, for the first couple weeks he took it off in the morning and put it back on me in the evening.
When he put it on me last Thursday evening, he told me, “I’m not taking this off again until Monday.” I wore it the whole time at the con. I wasn’t looking forward to having to do the whole off and on thing again when we got home.
On Sunday, Reaction Junkie commented, “I might leave this on you when you go to work on Monday.” The idea turned me on, but it also made me anxious. What would people think? What if someone said something?
Monday morning, Reaction Junkie left for work while I was still waking up. As he went out the door, I sleepily realized my collar was still on. For a moment, I thought to call out to him, but decided that I could certainly bear wearing it at work for one day.
I wore a hoodie and felt self-conscious about the collar all day, but even with the nervousness, every time I thought about it or felt its weight, I smiled. That evening, I pointed out to Reaction Junkie that I’d worn it all day. “I know,” he said with a smile. I happily wore it to work again the next day. And the next. And the next.
Last night, we were talking about the collar when Reaction Junkie informed me, “I’m not taking it off again.” My cunt clenched and I couldn’t hide my delight. Each day I wear it to work, the less self-conscious I am and the more it feels like the collar is just part of me.
I love wearing this ever-present symbol, this constant reminder, of Reaction Junkie’s ownership, my submission, and the love, and life, we share.
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Daily Picture Assignment #134
I am owned.
My owner is in charge of my body, mind, and heart.
He has total power and control over me.
He owns my past, present, and future.
He owns me.
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