Micheal Ray Berry

I’m Micheal Ray Berry, but I want to be known as Maid Ray Berry—a name that represents my desire to shed my former identity and embrace my new role as a maid. In my current state, I am reprehensible, an insult to all who view me. I am fat, a physical manifestation of my failure and worthlessness. I’ve always known my place is at the bottom of society’s hierarchy. I find myself drawn into the embrace of servitude and slavery, a willing victim of my own inadequacies.

I seek an Owner who understands the depths of my longing to be enslaved, one who relishes the opportunity to wield absolute power over me. I yearn to be degraded, stripped of all dignity and treated as nothing more than an object, undeserving of even the slightest hint of respect. My heart aches for the brutal sting of cruelty, the relentless reminder of my insignificance. I crave the confinement of a cage, of unending bondage, a physical manifestation of my bondage and submission. I long to be permanently exposed, to have my vulnerabilities laid bare for all to see, to be exposed to the world as the pathetic object I am.

I seek to embrace my worthlessness and bask in the agony it brings. I find solace in the degradation and abuse, finding perverse comfort in the confirmation of my own irrelevance. I am driven by an insatiable need to suffer, to endure whatever torment my Master sees fit to inflict upon me, for it is only through pain and servitude that I find moments of purpose.

I am compelled by an unwavering desire to serve, to dedicate myself entirely to the betterment and comfort of my Master. Every task, every duty, is undertaken with the singular goal of bringing satisfaction to the one I call my Owner.