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It didn’t take long for Master and me to set our tent up, and then we made our way to the center of the lot, where a few food trucks were set up. I ended up hanging with the ol’ladies while Master was off with his brothers, but I was used to this by now. Also, at these kinds of things, our men are never far away. I was wearing my vest that proclaimed me Property of Dozer, and that made me safer than safe, but still, he was always close.

And he bought me a week’s worth of light-colored UV clothing. I wear motorcycle racing clothes while riding, and they cover everything. He even puts gloves on my hands.

But once we arrived, I looked silly in white leggings and a white long-sleeved shirt. I wear shorts and a crop top over them, and that helps, but he won’t relent. Thisdoesmean I only have to keep up with the sunscreen on my hands, face, and neck, but it’s a big sunny field without much shade, and he shut down my ability to argue with him about it.

Once the sun goes down, however, I can ditch the UV stuff, and really, we don’t usually wake up until around noon, so it isn’t as bad as it could be, I suppose. In the end, this is one of the ways he takes care of me, so even though it’s annoying asfuck, I also love him for requiring it.

All in all, it was a fantastic long weekend, and I had a blast with the ol’ladies from our chapter, plus the ones from Atlanta and Birmingham. I was sad when it was time to leave, but also looked forward to returning home to Champ, who was staying with Gonzo’s kids again, who were being supervised by a trusted nanny.

Rather than return to the clubhouse, we all went home. Since most of the club lives in our neighborhood, we came roaring into it together. Our house is the first you come to, so we pulled away first, and into the garage of our home.

Our home.

Ours.

Dozer had found me all alone, with no one, and he’d given me the world. I had a husband who is the best Master ever, though these days we aren’t really what I’ve learned is called twenty-four-seven. I mean, he can use me sexually any-fucking-time he wants, but he doesn’t make the big decisions about my life. Who I want to be, how I want to make money, how I present myself on social media, who I am around his brothers and theirol’ladies — all that is completely up to me. He doesn’t want to change who I am in that regard — he’s just changed me from being someone who makes terrible decisions into someone who makes good decisions.

I was a mess when I stole Dozer’s truck, and now I have this fulfilling life that only promises to be more and more fulfilling over the years to come.

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Dozer

Marco had told me he didn’t think Daisy had been whole to start with, so the breaking-in-a-new-slave period wasn’t going to take as long, since she was mostly broken when I found her in the back of my truck.

I believe, looking back, that while I conditioned her so she was an excellent slave, I never fully broke her. With her sunny personality, completely breaking her would’ve been a travesty, so I’m grateful I didn’t manage my original intention.

Because my Daisy May is the light of my life. She’s my sun and my moon. She turned my house into so much more than a home, and Ilovecoming home to her and Champ.

The club stopped to eat an hour before we pulled into town, which meant I was full and happy and ready to use my little Daisy May in all the ways that weren’t available to me in the tents and hotel rooms.

“Five-minute shower, and then I want you to get the butterfly vibe out and five impact implements — four you want to be used on you, and one you hate but know I’ll enjoy using so I can make you scream and beg.” I also told her which butt plug to pull out, and ordered her to lean over the bed and spread her ass cheeks to wait for me.

It’s a position I know from experience to be humbling, but I also know my little flower thrives on that sort of thing.

This is us. Master and slave, but also husband and wife, and even more, life partners. No, more than that, we’re motherfucking soul mates.

In real life, bulldozers kill flowers, but I’d made it my life’s purpose to feed and water my little Daisy, to give her lots of sunshine, and then to bask in the sunshine she brings into my life.

And maybe tying my wife to the bed and then whaling on her and turning most of her body bright red before I finally fuck all of her holes without mercy might not sound like romance to most people, but to us? It’s romantic as fuck, and when I finished with her, we’d both know she belongs to me one thousand percent.

But the reverse is true, too. I belong to her one thousand percent as well.

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Daisy

Choosing implements is hard. I love Master being in control, but I get why he wants me to choose, sometimes. He’s teaching me to make good decisions.

I chose three floggers I love, and a paddle full of sting with very little thud. And then stared at the implements, trying to figure out which would bring Master the most pleasure. I detest the loopy Johnny, but it makes me scream louder than anything else Master uses on me, so I set it on the bed with the other implements.

I gathered all the other things he’d listed, settled them on the bed as well, and then leaned over to wait.

I’m used to having to hold myself open for him, offering myself up to him like some kind of sacrifice, but it isn’t a sacrifice. I want to belong to Master, and I love that he reminds both of us just how much of me he fucking owns.

After five days of calling him Dozer and being his wife, it was time for me to be his Daisy again, and I looked forward to whatever he’d planned for our evening, no matter how exhausted I was.

Also, I knew this was going to be a marathon session, since I’d heard Master tell Gonzo he’d come get Champ a few hours after we arrived home. I knew I’d get to see my big guy soon enough, but not until Master was finished with me.

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