Some Prayer and Patience Can Always Help

The cloud has lifted and the collar is now not as tight as it was last week.  So maybe would be the best time to ask something that I had never asked anyone before and still not feeling right about doping so nowSomeoem prayer and patience for all that is happening here on my side of the computer screen.

Last week, Master-Sir and another coworker were sent out to LA to help do some project planning and management for one of the Indian casinos the company we work for manages. This gave Him some time to be with Miss Evvy and her slave as well as get a break from His job here.

On Tuesday, just before lunch, my Boss called me into His office.  More like a command than a request.  That happened just as my phone started to vibrate like crazy from calls and text messages. Since I had been texting with Miss Evvy’s slave all morning, I thought it could wait since my Boss was firm on me in His office ASAP.

I shut the door and wasn’t sure if He expected me to kneel, sit or what. He offered for me to sit.  He was straight to the point and I remember collapsing into the chair as He told me there had been an accident and my Husband was in the intensive car in LA.

Once I regained some composure, He stated that someone somewhere up in the ivory towers must love me for something because He got a call saying they are holding the company plane for me.  Some big shots were on their way to LA when someone got the call.  Word was sent down to have the jet wait for me.  Me?  On the company jet??  My Boss was just as shocked as I was, but He was not going to question it and for me to get my purse and the limo is out front.  A limo to the company jet?   Husband/Master/Owner in ICU in a Los Angeles hospital?

How do I explain this one?? Maybe another time I can tell you what it was like to ride in a private jet!

In the jet, there were a dozen men and a couple of women in finely tailored suits and business proper dresses, like out of a movie or magazine. All of them talking business while I was seated to the rear of the plane.  By the hostess area.  They kept me under a blanket, fed and as comfortable and calm as they possibly could.

I was able to get a call to Miss Evvy and her slave would meet me at the airport.  She was shocked and laughed when I told her “the private terminal”  – Wondered who I screwed to get that service.  She was asking that jokingly, yet it started me thinking and now it made sense as why I am on a company jet.    Someone from my days as a maid at the Phoenix resort and a poker game where my Boss/Dom made me the relief cum dump for the executives who were there playing, either made the call for me to be here or is on this plane with me.  It was a few years ago now, but I remember very well now.  I was kept in a darkened bedroom suite and never allowed to look at them or talk to them.  No names or anything, they just put a condom on and used my holes.

After that night, everything started to change for us.  My Boss/Dom and for my Owner and myself. A few weeks later is when we found out we were moving to Las Vegas.

Slave Jenny met me and her eyes were really red from crying and telling me that my Owner had been hit and everything.  She tried to ask about the private jet but she just kept talking and trying not to cry to keep me from starting back to crying.  In the rescue, she said He was awake enough to hand the EMT’s His phone and the first number on His phone was Miss Evvy. They called her first.

Right now, they had Him in a coma to prevent the swelling from doing any damage.  Even in a disaster, Miss Evvy always looks so beautiful and posed.  Her eyes were like ours, red and puffy from crying.  Master-Sir was hooked to all kinds of machines and tubes and monitors.  He was not awake, but I felt His hand and told Him I was there. He squeezed it a little.  That made me feel better.

The co-worker was there.  He was bandaged up with only a broken leg and twisted knee with some bruises. he said my Husband was on the passenger side when they were broadsided in a multi-car accident.  The car was hit on three sides with the passenger side taking the most damage.  My Owner has swelling of the brain, two broken ribs, a broken arm, a shattered knee with other minor cuts, swelling, and bruises.

That night, Master Jerry and slave Haley showed up.  They Vegas right after I called them to tell them. I was not expecting them to drop everything and drive out here.  But they did and it really helped my sanity having slave Haley at my side.  MissEvvy and the nurses asked us to go to dinner, leave the doctors to do their job. I refused until Master Jerry made it a command that I eat something other than hospital food!  I can’t say no to a command from Master Jerry or Miss Evvy.  So we all went out to find food.  Food and conversation helped.

During dinner, Chase called.  He has become a regular at the house and is friends with Master Jerry as well.  Another moment of happiness was hearing from Him and His kind words.  The call I dreaded was to Master-Sir’s family.  How do you tell the mother and father that their son is in ICU and in a coma without making them go crazy?  But I dialed and told them what had happened.  I promised hourly updates via text if it were too late.  For mom’s time is not a factor.  She wanted details and updates and maybe the best way to fly out and visit.  His Dad was a little more reasonable and wanted to know when He was able to talk with Master-Sir.  Then they would decide on travel plans or not.

I wanted to sleep in Master-Sir’s bed. But the hospital said no and that I needed to leave. Let Him rest.  Master Jerry made it clear I was going to their hotel and Slave Haley and I would sleep together.  Having that “Master” in control, even if it were Master Jerry, really helped my mentality.  It may have been an invisible leash, but i knew it was there around my neck and I knew a Master that my Owner would trust was on the other end of it.  Knowing that and feeling its tug always settled me down and made me listen to reason.

Wedsnday morning, he looked ok, was breathing on His own and was not on so many gadgets. Wedsnday afternoon He came out of the coma and that night he was in a private room where I was allowed to stay with Him.  Thursday He had surgery to repair and mend the broken bones, set the ribs and make sure no other internal damage was done.

Master Jerry and slave went home Wedsnday night.  Miss Evvy kept an eye on me with slave jenny ordered to stay with me eat all times. His parents were ok with the texts and the occasional calls.  Friday, Chase came out.  He and Master-Sir had a few talks and laughs about how He looked and what had happened.  How can men can find laughter in some of the worst things?

thirteen hundred words?? Oh my!  Maybe I need to wrap this up.

Master-Sir is back home resting.  In pain, still not all healed with a lot of bruises still showing and not able to move too much.  I can’t touch Him too much because of the bruises and soft spots.  I was told not to offer Him my mouth for His urinal because of the medicines and everything racing around His body, but I want to do something to let Him know I am here, He is still my Owner and that love Him.  I want to be His slave in sickness and in health.  He can move a little around the main floor of the house.  No stairs yet and sleeps about 18 hours a day.

I am allowed to work half days.  My Boss has offered me extended time off if needed. But I need ot keep busy and even a few hours will help .

So this is why I have been so silent and if we talked on line, why my words may have not made too much sense. I am not one to really open up and tell all like my Owner wants me to be.

So, if you could today or when you have time, send some good thoughts our way, a prayer or two for those who are of that sort.  I just need to be patient and be here for Him as much as I can.

 

Thank You for the understanding and the kind words you always send me.

 

Pic: Dungeon Sex.  Love it rough!

 

 

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Educating Chase

Please Note: It would probably be best that you read my previous post( My Saturday Night Stream of Thoughts )  It will probably help this one make a lot more sense.

Chase has turned out to be the man Master-Sir had hoped He would be.  A gentleman who keeps His word as well as His secrets because He loves His job and like almost anyone living in Las Vegas, He has a few secrets of His own! I like Him because He is a firm gentleman who knows what he wants and is alright just taking it when He wants it (and I am available).  All three of us, in our own way, seem to want more from each other.  So Master-Sir made sure it would and two Saturday’s ago,  it did! (EEKs, I am way behind on my journaling)

My Saturday started the way any good slave would like it to start. With her Owner suddenly waking her from a nice sleep by pulling on her hair and the next thing I know is that His already hard cock is choking my mouth.  I didn’t even have time to say Good Morning and He was already using me for rough sex.  He was not gentle, no words, my mouth was only there to be used as a cum dump. He needed a quick release from whatever wonderful and sexy dream he was having.  I was wondering what it would be like if Chase could be like that as I felt my Owner’s cock start to pulse, filling my mouth with my reward and I swallowed all His cum, He pushed me off the bed and told me to get ready for Chase and for work. That was it. I was awake and had my first orders of the day.

Saturdays are usually Master-Sir’s day off.  It is His day to relax around the house without me. So I am always worried that I may have missed something during the week that He will spot or that something is out of place, a place He always wants it to be.

Most Saturdays, I need to go into the office for a few hours to close out reports and tend to other business.  This Saturday, Chase was also going into the office and said He would pick me up and take me along. That also meant He was going to finally get His morning blowjob.  It’s a shame, I have only been able to give Him a couple of them the last few weeks and I think He wants more (as do I).  So now He wants one here before we go to work.

So I finished serving Master-Sir His breakfast, He fed me from His hand and put the scraps in my bowl along with fresh water as well when we heard Chase’s truck pull in the driveway.  Master-Sir made sure i was naked and kneeling at the front door when He came to it.  Master-Sir was holding a cup of coffee and wearing only His jeans.  He told me He was going to let me break the news to Chase and have Him dress me for work.  Chase was also going to be allowed to use any of my holes as long as He wears a condom for ass or pussy. I thanked Him and kissed his feet. Nervous as I was, it still felt good to kiss my Owners feet.

Master-Sir has spent a lot more time with Chase than I have and they have become very good friends in that short time.  They seem to have a lot more in common than other people he knows and they just seem to click.  I mean; Chase is much like Master-Jerry.  Very deep in what He knows and is very passionate about whatever He does.  There is no half way or “its good enough” with Chase. That clicks with my Owner.  Master-Sir and Chase also share a very deep passion for almost anything sports related like no other friend He has.

The doorbell rang, I was getting wet as well as nervous waiting.  Master-Sir opened the door and welcomed Chase in with his usual smile and a hello.  But He also blocked Chase from entering too far into the house. As Chase shut the door, I had a difficult time seeing Him because of Master-Sir.

The scene was like one out of a movie, where the father interrogates the daughter’s date before allowing the date to see the daughter.  He wanted to know if Chase has any problems with me or Him. Nope!  Can Chase keep a secret?  You know:  What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?  That sort of thing.  Chase kinda laughed at it but told Master-Sir that He would never break our trust or gossip about what all happens between Him and us.  He has as much to lose at work as we do.  Master-Sir thanked Him for His honesty and turned to me, giving me a kiss then as He walked off, told Chase “There she is, you have to dress her for work.  Just have her home by 2 pm”  and headed off to the garage.

I really wasn’t sure what the look was from Chase. The questions my Master asked Him or the fact that I was now kneeling and smiling at Him with a little bit of a nervous shake.  I was quick to tell Him that, Yes, He does have to dress me for work because I think He would enjoy having to dress His own girl.  His erection in His pants told me that He agreed.

We headed upstairs and He walked past my bedroom, heading for the Master bedroom when I stopped him.  My heart was racing a million miles an hour.  Master-Sir and I don’t have a lot of real friends.  People, we let this far into our lives and lifestyle.  But Chase is one we both wanted in and I wanted this last piece of my life to be fixed and moving on in harmony again.

We are husband and wife.  That part is true.  Who you think is just my husband is actually my Master and I am His slave. Not like a play slave you read about or see in the porn movies.  We are not part time, we are real as in He OWNS me 24/7. –  There.  I said it and I waited.  – That is His bedroom and this, pointing to the smaller, feminine decorated room, is my bedroom when He doesn’t want me sleeping with Him. –   Chase had not yet answered me and that had me worried. He had moved into my room and was sitting on the edge of my bed as I knelt between His legs watching His now very erect cock, fight against the pants he was wearing, wanting out as much as I wanted it in my mouth.

His smile kept getting bigger as He looked at me as I started to unbuckle His pants, “He’s your Master?  And you are His Slave?  That’s your secret?”  was His response as I finally got His cock out and into my mouth.  “That is so freaking Awesome!! I get to play with a freaking slave!!   I knew it had to be kinky!!”  Right now i didn’t want to play 100 questions, I needed to suck His magnificent cock then get dressed for work.  His warm hands found their usual spot and I was happy.  I loved how He always wants to feel my boobs as I suck His cock.

Of course, He had a lot of questions, but I reminded my new semi-Master that we had to get busy and get to work.  All His questions would be answered this afternoon.  How do you dress a slave for her job?  Well, Master-Sir’s rules are very clear. His slave could only wear a bra and occasionally panties to work. Bra and panties much match. No pants, only dresses, and skirts as the slave and her holes need to be available to her Master at all times.  “Holes?  You call them holes”  Yes, that question always gets the same response.  I am a slave.  My body is property and it belongs entirely to my Owner. So yes, to me, they are holes that He can fill any way He wants with whatever or whoever he wants.  His smile was about to break His face.  He seemed to know exactly how He wanted me to look.  I was ordered to my dark black sleeveless dress that made it really easy to slip in and out of while making sure my breasts were well accentuated and prominent.

The man knows what He likes, he is loving and caring, He wasn’t freaked out by the secret.  This is going to be a wonderful relationship.

Chase spent most of His time at work texting me questions.  I’m not sure if He ever did get His work done before I was ready to go home. So He told me to meet Him at His truck. My life as a vanilla was short and sweet and I was now getting back into my slave headspace for the rest of the weekend and I got to do it with my new semi-Master.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Serving is a form of pleasing

When I would watch tv with my family, I always remembered how much my Father loved the old westerns.  Watching them together, I never really understood when the runaway cowboy would get shot and He needed to hide out and heal, they always found some Spanish western monastery or religious commune.  My fascination was always with the monks and how they would be so dedicated to their cause, to have that vow of no sex, the shaved heads or even to not ever speak.  They lived only to serve and to please another (their God). That’s was their life and it was enjoyable to them.

I knew if I were one of them, I would never survive the whole “will not speak” part but for whatever reason, I loved the dedication they had and how they served whoever came into their world without any questions or prejudice.  They just welcomed them in, served them while trying to make them as comfortable and happy as possible.  Why? Because that’s what they do.  They found peace and prosperity in not focusing on their needs but on others.  The pleasing was a way to bring pleasure.  It’s what they lived for.  So much like I do now.  I serve as directed to please my Master without question or prejudice.  I get pleasure in that act and I find so much peace in my life and in my soul fulfilling their needs while knowing it is making my Owner happy.

It’s not about sex or being sexually pleasing.  I have the same dedication, same focus, and mindset when Master-Sir tells me to go give some stranger I never met a blowjob or when He sends me off to clean someone’s house.  I may not like the task or the command, but I do as told to because want to please them to please Him. I work thru the parts I don’t like to get to the pleasing.  At the end of the night when I am wrapped up in my Owner’s arms or locked securely in my room, I fall asleep so much better knowing that I brought someone pleasure or relief.

When people come to the house, I am not there to be part of the conversation or the activities and I enjoy being that “thing” that is not really noticed.  No matter the command or the chore, from the mundane to the exciting, I ultimately find pleasure in serving. The things you usually don’t read in BDSM-related blogs.  The slave cleaning the car, lighting a cigarette, fetching the newspaper or changing the channel of the TV. Its service and its pleasing to this slave.

The reason I am talking about this is because some of the emails I have received lately that mention the last few posts have been sexual, not service.  Yet, they were service.  People ask how I can do some things that can not be pleasurable for me without saying anything.  Most of the questions come from other subs and slaves who want to know how to better serve their Master’s or how to become a slave for their future Master.  And I like to tell them it’s important to take the “them” out of it.  It’s not about you but you will get the pleasures from it.  I hope they do and I even know a few of them have found their calling as a no limit slave because of that advice.

There is a joy in being that ignored piece of equipment that serves and pleasures in silence if only to see the smile or hear those simple words “good slave” from your Owner or a friend who you have pleased in some small way. Even the smallest act of service is pleasing to me.

When Miss Evvy was here with her slave, they all would be in the kitchen making dinner or a snack, I would be sent to stand in the corner with my nose to the corner, hands holding my ass open.  They would ignore me and not talk to me, just go about their business because the other slave was there to serve them and clean up after them.  Is that service?  Yes it is.  I am safely put away, out of their mind or worry.  This is allowing them to just relax and enjoy each others company while I am still close by if I am needed.

It does take some getting use to, the mental part where you are able to just stand there as ordered and drift away.  To let the pain go away and the mind can shut down.  I still get wet while waiting to be used or think about how I could be used.  But in the end, I wait to hear my name and hope I will be used.

Master-Sir and some friends would be sitting around the table and I would be kneeling at His side. Silent and patient.  Maybe kneeling and kissing or licking His feet.  The men would all be talk and drinking, being Men and saying things I know they would not normally say around any normal female, but they could be that way around me because I was just there in silence, out of the way. yet if Master-Sir or someone else would say something about their drink getting down or I would hear a clank of an empty glass, I would automatically jump into service and without a word or noise, get up to refresh their drink then as quickly and silently sit back down next to my Owner and I would never hear a word from them about it.  It was as if it just happened by itself.

Because of me being there yet being out of their mind, they could relax and not fuss with getting new drinks, refilling the snack bowl or even just to get a blowjob while never having to leave the table or show their cock to anyone.  Sometimes the other men would never know until the end, I was next to them under the table servicing the other man.  That was service and that brought pleasure to me, to know they were happy, relaxed and cared for.

Working in a fancy resort on the Las Vegas Strip, I get the opportunity to watch the servers in our fancy restaurants where people pay hundreds of dollars for a meal. The service is impeccable, yet most of the time, they are never recognized or noticed. They slip in and out of the table silently.  They know when they are needed and when they need to vanish.  I love that I get to talk to and be friends with a couple of the waitresses.  I alway compliment them on that ability.

Maybe it’s the fact that I am not a mother, but still have the motherly instincts to make sure my “kids” are cared for, safe and happy.  I surrender many of my normal things in life to make sure they have what they need to be happy and successful.  Just as an overbearing mother might do!

She kneels in her place as a natural servant to the man in her life, never insinuating herself into the limelight or demanding to be the center of attention. She is content to serve quietly, patiently, and lovingly. She is ever on the periphery, just beyond the rim of light, waiting silently and invisibly until summoned to please in any way she can, reaping no insult from being rendered voiceless, naked, and ignored until summoned. The Humbled Female

How does a slave do it and not go postal on their Owner? Look to the end. Remember what is waiting for you after the chore is done and it is done right. You have your Owner waiting to reward you for making Him happy. A kiss, a special treat, or just a simple smile as He walks away after locking you in your cage or room for the night.  You are pleased and happy.  Life is good!

 

Photo:  The Upper Floor

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Chasing Chase Begins!

For those who read to the end, my last post and sent me comments, I have them saved and not posted. I wanted to answer the burning question here for all to see.  Yes, I have a new cock in my life. That is all He is now, Master-Sir and I are hoping for more as time goes on.  But for now, He is the one I get to give a blowjob to at work since my Boss got engaged and decided that I was no longer needed.

Master-Sir had noticed my mood had changed since my Boss/Dom stopped using me for sexual services at work and on Thursdays.  He also knew that His training of me has created a cock monster.  Not that it took much work since I have been giving boys blowjobs since early high school, I have loved giving them and apparently, I get a little edgy or cranky when I have not had one in a while.

At the beginning of the year, my Boss/Dom makes His announcement and my Owner was just using me for his morning urinal and the other “usuals” were too busy to use me.  According to my Owner, i was on edge and short-tempered as well as forgetful.  You add everything else going on with work and home, Master-Sir finally ordered that I find a replacement before work and suggested Chase.  The brother of my Boss/Dom’s pool man.

Chase works in the same hotel as I do and after some research, I found He really did have a desire for women who were not thin and sexy, but plump and pretty.  Alexa is my friend in Accounting was the one who filled me in on their relationship and on Him in general.  For her, it’s like the app Tinder;  They text each other when the mood strikes and they see if it happens.  otherwise, they both have other people to turn to. Alexa had no problem spilling the beans on her stud, telling me everything they had done and how His cock is not that big but “it will amaze you on what comes out of it!”  That’s all she said about it!

She asked or thought that i was happily married.  This was not a sneaky little fling, i assured her that my “hubby” knew and approved of me finding a way to add a little spice to my day!  She agreed to keep it between us, but wished me luck and would answer any question i had!

Now I have never chased a man in my life and as a slave, I just did not have a clue as to how to get His attention or how to let Him know that I am wanting to service Him.  Besides, there is the whole work thing and all that.  But since Alexa told me that had a few trysts up in the suites He was working in, i had no problems with that issue.

My attempt at being flirty with Him in meetings and on phone calls failed miserably because He kept asking what i was doing while giving me that confused look or response.  So i was stumped.  Do i just pull Him aside and say i want to suck His cock before work every morning?  Would He like that?  How do you do that?  How do other women arrange with a man to have a no strings attached relationship?  Something I was about to go and ask Alexa when fate stepped in to answer the question and help me along.

After a long day at work and some issues with some guests and other things, I went out to my car to go home and found it would not start.  Chase and I were just in a meeting together and He was j heading out of the garage, saw my situation and stopped to help. it would not jump or start and Master-Sir was in a meeting, so He offered to drive me home or to a store to buy a new battery. I accepted the ride home as my Owner texted me and said He would get Slave Boi over there to fix it later.  For me, fate stepped in again when Chase told me where He lives and its only a few miles from where I live!

I found Chase to be an interesting man to talk to.  He is very confident, so easy-going, friendly and even a bit flirty i guess.  He loves His job but also loves so many other things too as we talked about sports, hiking, movies, and god knows what else on the short ride home.  I was probably a bumbling idiot as i was trying to talk intelligently with Him while also thinking of ways to approach Him about a blowjob at the same time.

As He pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, i had to act quickly, so decided on the direct approach.  I swallowed heavy, paused before I asked if He could come into the house for a moment. He agreed, I said that i wanted to repay Him for the ride.  He said He couldn’t accept anything. I needed a ride and He was there. He started to get back into His truck when He saw Master-Sir’s collector car.  The El Camino covered in the other side of the garage. That got His attention and He came into the garage to look it over.

So I took another route. As He walked around the car, i closed the garage door and let Him take the cover off the car, open the hood and car door.  I quickly knelt next to the car door as He came around, i asked if i could at least give Him a blowjob?  For whatever reason, it suddenly became easy to ask a man for a blowjob once i was kneeling in front of Him and the doors were closed.  Maybe it’s the submissive situation that i was in, but it worked and He agreed after i assured Him He was not going to get “caught” by my husband because i really do love giving blowjobs.

He also allowed me to get naked as He sat on the newly upholstered seats of the car and took out His erect cock that Alexa described perfectly to the trimmed pubic hair and the tiny tattoo above it! It tasted wonderful going into my mouth and he really enjoyed not having to work or do anything other than sitting back and waiting to cum.  Now ass I felt Him get bigger, I understand her comment.  His cock is maybe average size, a little smaller and not too around.  but when He starts to cum, i could feel his veins fill and suddenly he was seriously filling my mouth with His warm reward.  He kept cumming and i had to swallow several more times or fear spilling it and if i did that, i knew i was going to be punished later.

He let out a wonderful moan of pleasure with each pump of His cock and sighed relief while grabbing my head just how i like it while trying to push His cock further down my throat. I loved it all and could easily imagine my Owner walking in knowing that He would enjoy the scene as well.

As I licked the last drops off His head and let Him go soft, i thanked Him and called Him Sir by accident. He smiled and thought it was a joke.  Thankfully He didn’t ask any more questions.  He loved when I sat back on the floor, naked and let Him feel my tits.  He told me how beautiful and soft they are and how He loves big boobs.  I smiled from His touch as i told Him He could feel them anytime He wanted to as long as I could give Him another blowjob.  He agreed almost instantly without question or comment!

It took a few more days before He started to ask again.  Actually, He asked if I needed a ride anytime.  Master-Sir told me to let Him pick me up anytime our schedules would work out. I was not allowed to turn down an offer of a ride to or from work.   Chase even came over for dinner one night to meet Master-Sir.  We didn’t tell Him I was a slave or anything, but He saw a lot of obedience from me that night and Master-Sir let Him know that He knows and approves of my blowjobs in the morning before work.  Commenting that He married a blowjob whore and loves to see her happy!

Chase has never yet asked about why i will sometimes call Him Sir or why i seem to be so obedient and silent to my “husband”,  Master-Sir wants this to grow naturally before moving further, as do I. To see if Chase in interested in becoming my Dom or just letting me have a morning blowjob to help get my head back into my work and enjoy my place in their lives.

I don’t want to go too far and not tell Him or have to fake something i am not.  Master-Sir agrees.  I know i need another cock at work or in the morning and someone else to keep an eye on me as a Dominant presence in my work life. It really does help keep me in my place, my job performance increases and Master-Sir won’t have to do so much micro managing every day!

Chase seems like the kind of man who could be that person.  Friendly with a firm hand.  He seems to be taking to the control part really well.  Telling me when and where rarely asking for my input on that.  Pulling my hair and slapping my tits.  In vanilla times, He can lead a conversation about almost any topic with a friendly smile a soft touch.  He gets along with my Owner the two times they have been together.  My Boss agrees that Chase would make a fine replacement for Him at work, but warned to keep it discrete and if possible, out of the office.

So time will tell! For now, enjoying the journey and the challanges.

Any thoughts?  Any questions I left unanswered??

 

Photo: Dungeon Sex

 

 

 

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Miss Evvy Asked and I answered

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Reviewing this slaves priorities and purpose

I humbly submit that this slave has been away from her journal for a very long time and I miss it and the friends that I have made here very much.  So Master-Sir has allowed me a few minutes to try to catch up with what I want to talk about and see if I can get back into my old rhythm.

Master-Sir’s life has become very busy this winter with His work professionally as well as some new social commitments He seems to enjoy.  That means His slave needs to keep Him looking sexy and masterful and not having to worry Himself about the smaller details of His life.  So He has not allowed me the free time to post or to chat with too many people this month.

Yes, I am His slave and my number one job is to make Him look good.  He is the one who gives me the permission to get on the internet and play or to chat.  Only when He tells me its ok, do I get online.  Never would I just do it because I think I have the time before he comes home or whatever.  That is not my decision.  Nothing is my decision.  That is why I love being His slave.

Some people have emailed me or left comments here (deleted) asking about any new updates and I have not been allowed to respond to them.  Why?  I don’t know.  He doesn’t tell me why He won’t allow me online or why He does.  He just does! Most understand that and will not follow up, just knowing that I will respond soon.  Others persist as if I have the time and can just respond whenever i want.

Master-Sir allows me to work in a very classy resort in Las Vegas on the famous Strip.  I deal with other co-workers as well as famous people and very rich people who are important to the resort because they gamble a lot of money and I am one of the people who makes sure their stay here is stress-free and as pleasant as possible.  That job is important to me as well as to my Owner because it helps pay the bills and keeps Him happy.

On any day I am working, you may walk in and see me and not know it is me.  Master-Sir wants to keep it that way.  He doesn’t need to have a big client come into the hotel and know He is associating with a slave who posts kinky pics of herself online, even if her face and markings are concealed, they could still figure out who i am and refuse to stay in our hotel.  Yes, they can be THAT much of a prude. So no, He will not allow too many pictures of His slave to be posted in any manner or form.  Please understand that and enjoy what I do post of me.  Besides, you would rather see a sexy slave than a fluffy/fat/overweight slave being used for sex, i know that. I wish that He would allow me to post more because i would love to know what you think, but i understand the risk is not worth it.

My priority in life is making my Owner happy and being a very submissive slave for Him to use as He wants.  It’s not what I want or what I desire.  My desire is to please Him in any way He tells me to.  Now Miss Evvy as well as she has reentered our lives on a welcomed but limited basis.  I enjoy pleasing her as well as my Owner in any manner she desires.

Miss Evvy was here with Her slave for a conference and Master-Sir allowed me to watch as He fucked Her and Her slave. Allowing me to be their cleanup slave.  Her slave would then sleep in my bed with me as my Owner and Miss Evvy slept in the Master bedroom alone.  After they left, Master-Sir allowed me back into His bed and even fucked my slave pussy as a Valentines day gift and has fucked my pussy multiple times since 🙂

Her slave is beautiful but nothing as compared to her Owner, Miss Evvy.  Both have as beautiful pussies and my owner deserves to enjoy them instead of me.

Some of you already figured out the next piece of news in my life.  My Boss/Dom is no longer using me for domestic services or sexual services including a morning blowjob at work.  Master-Sir told me to make Jake, the brother of the water delivery guy, my new work cock.  I will update you all on how I made that happened and how it is going so far. It is kind of a funny story and Jake just loves the blowjobs without any questions yet.  But I am to gradually let Him know who I am and what He will be able to use me for if He is ok with it all. So i am kinda nervous about that happening.

Otherwise, thats all i have.  Master-Sir thought by reading some of the emails and feedbacks, that i should post something about the fact that I love to serve Him, nobody else. He is the reason i live, breathe andexistt as a slave.  I will be back to talking about my life as time permits. There are a few issues I need to post about and get ssomefeedback.  I hope you are all still with me and willing ot hangin there a little longer.

 

Thank you and I love you all!

 

 

 

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