The Unexpected Orgasm

Just to start, you should know that I am not allowed to ask for an orgasm when being used for sex.  My Owner's rule is that I am to make sure He is enjoying me before I enjoy being used.

So I will not bore you all with the details, but just know that I embarrassed my Owner and His girlfriend in front of some new friends and guests last night.

Master-Sir was furious and I spent the remaining time of the night standing in a corner listening to everyone else have fun.

Master-Sir sent his girlfriend home and ordered me to my room after taking care of his nightly needs.

He woke me up early and loud. Wanting His blowjob and a breakfast. After I did as ordered and cleaned up, we were off to his girlfriend's house for a day of game watching. He did not speak to me beyond the orders and I was sent to the truck naked, not even allowed to dress.

At the house, it was his girlfriend, her brother and another friend I have served and know. After getting everyone's drinks, I was sent to the Master bedroom.

Master-Sir soon joined me with the brother following. I was ordered on the bed and legs spread.
Master-Sir looked at the brother and told him to watch but not interupt. "She knows its coming and accepts it." was all he said and pulled His belt out of the pants loops.

I knew what was coming and I knew there was no place to hide. I had to accept the punishment. Master Sir made me recite out loud what I did to earn the pussy flogging.

Then came the heavy flogs of his wide leather belt on my shaved and bare pussy. I was in pain, but knew not to close my legs or turn away. I did turn my head and try to bury my face into the pillows, but could not because each passing of the belt made me scream even louder as each stroke hit the same spot as the last one.

When Master-Sir finished, I thanked Him and apologized between deep breaths of air as i tried to compose a sentence while still crying from the pain.

He put His belt back on, looked at the brother and express His satisfaction in punishing me and having him watch it. 'Curious anymore?" he asked as he walked out of the room. The brother stopped my Owner and asked Him "what now?" My Owner said to use me. Use my pussy.

I was crying as I looked up and saw the young man smiling at me. How could He smile after seeing what he saw?  Yet he also had an erection. I heard his pants unzip and the sound of everything hitting the floor. So  i was preparing to feel invaded as I know I was not wet or ready to be fucked and I braced for the pain of being fucked in my very raw pussy.

Instead, i felt his rough hands on my thighs and soon a cold, wet tongue and hot breath on my clit. He started to make love to my inflamed pussy! Oh My God. His tongue darted in and out and his moist breath was cooling to the raw inflamed skin.

My sobs started to stop and change to gasps of air. Its been along time since I have been allowed to have oral sex performed on me. On Me!! He was there. This young man of my dreams is between this fluffy girl's legs and licking her sore pussy like it was a delicate flower in need of tender loving care. He was kind, he was slow and meticulous. Getting in my now moistening folds and making sure not to miss a spot.

His laps and licks were making my head spin in emotions and feelings as I quickly felt the impending orgasm. One I know Master-Sir will not be happy with, but one I that can not stop. I beg Him to stop, but he refuses to listen.

He reminds me in His stern and masculine voice that my Owner told him to use me, to use my pussy. So I better keep the legs apart. I do as I am ordered, but I don't want to. Gawd, how I don't want to but I do.

I need to stop feeling this feeling. He is right, my Owner did say to use my pussy, did not say how to use it, just to use it. SO I am doing as ordered, but I know Master-Sir doesn't allow anyone but Him to perform on me without request and who wants to do that on a girl like me?? But he is... and I am soo enjoying it...

I just closed my eyes and buried my head in the pillows and the feeling of warmth and joy flooded over me as his hands keep things open and his tongue stays the spot that makes me whoo the loudest.

I actually remember starting to cry it was feeling so good after a savage pussy whipping to have this tender man touch my inner soul. My Pussy was wet i am sure.

I never knew it would feel like this and I just saw the light, the stars and flowers. (please don't ask, its flowers in my head that let me know its a great big O) than I went black. literally.

The next thing I remember is being under some covers and looking at Master-Sir smiling into my face and chuckling at what made me go blank. I kissed him and pulled Him into the bed with me and thanked Him.

The brother was nowhere to be found, i wanted to thank him but was told he left right after i blacked out and went to sleep about an hour ago.

I asked my Owner if he was upset and he laughed. "No silly girl. He used you like I told him to. Yes he Did!!

My first oral orgasm in ages.... It was heaven

RePost: Brother Gone

Hello Everyone!

I wanted to continue this trip down memory road as I prepare and plan for the arrival of my loving brother. 

This was from my FetLife journal after he left and a little peek into what his visit was like.  Although I was not naked or even topless when my brother was around the house, He did get a full look at me when we visited the swing club with His date.

He never said anything good or bad about seeing me being used by other men.  Maybe this time we can talk about that as I would like to be totally open a home an dwith my new house rules, I don't want Master-Sir to be inconvenienced too much

My concern is what it would be like to be fully naked in chains serving my Owner as well as my own brother..

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Its only been a few hours since I left him at the airport and I still feel empty and sad.
Master-Sir gave me a hard ass beating after dinner, but it didn't help....

It was a great week, we had a lot of fun and had some great conversations like we never had before. And we were close growing up. But now, its even better.

Met him at the airport and gave him a big old hug. He wouldn't let me take his bag, saying its not my job (wanna bet??)

I drove him down the Strip, I got him home and showed him his room, how I put out the towels, some shaving and bathing supplies, than went and got him a cold tea. We sat on the patio and talked.
Master-Sir came home, I served him a drink, he took my chair and I sat at his feet. leaning almost on his lap. It felt wonderful.

I so wanted to get naked every time I walked into the house or sat next to my Owner. But I promised my Brother no naked slaves.

We went out for a nice dinner. Had a great time talking. Two gentlemen at my sides!! I felt so special and happy I could say Master-Sir out loud in front of my brother...

My Owner arranged for me to have all the days off from work. Except Thursday I had my usual domestic service duties. Thats the day I go to my Boss's house and clean it. At least I would have one day as a naked slave with a chance of being used.

He came home for lunch, I made him a nice sandwich and afterward, he used me hard and dirty on the kitchen floor. Than spanked me before sending me back to cleaning, smiling and horny for more.

Master-Sir did set my brother up with the roommate of his girlfriend. So he had some female companionship and maybe give us some time alone!! And it worked for one night at least.

My brother made me play tourist. I never was a tourist in Las Vegas. So this was nice to see the town I live in, as other people get to see it. Walk the strip, have some drinks, play a few dollars, see a show and watch the other goofy tourists as my Brother filled me with a 1000 questions about me, my life, my needs to be used and to serve.

With Master-Sirs permission, I showed him some of the toys, my collar, the paddles and floggers. Pointed out the hooks in the ceiling, the cross that is hidden and other kinky things. He just took it all in and wanted to know more.

He asked about the swing club, I agreed we would go there. But by now, the butterflies were coming back. I told him he may have to swallow a little brotherly pride. I may stay dressed or at least into my bra and panties, but there are a couple of men that I serve there. Oral sex, suck cock and let them play with my tits. I am not allowed to hide in a closed room there... He just may have to see me. My face turned red telling him this, but he had to know.

Thank goodness he was the good brother and stayed in the common area most of the time, but his date was fascinated by me and she kept hunting me down to see what I was up to. They went into a room a couple of times, but she just kept finding me.

My brother did admit he will miss me. And miss having his bed made and having his clothes cleaned and having his breakfast waiting...

Master-Sir spent some time with him doing men things. Work int he garage, go to a girlie club, watch a game or two...

Master-Sir promised also him we would visit this winter for a holiday. Not looking forward to the cold, but like to see the family again..

Brotherly Love - Some Background

Good News !!  My borhter has asked my Owner/husband if he could come for a visit over th holidays and Master-Sir has agreed...

A week with my favorite (and only) brother!

Since I am to be honest and want you to understand what this means, here is a repost of my FetLife journal from last year when He visited.

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This will be an ongoing project as I ponder and poke my way through a problem I have.
My older brother has asked to come to stay with us for a week while he is visiting Las Vegas. Not his first, but his longest and one not related to his work.

How do I deal with my life and our home?

Master-Sir has given me some guidelines and has insisted that I figure out the rest. Since I am the one who knelled before him and promised a life as His slave.

1) My loving brother has been like a best friend to my Owner. They talk often, almost more than I do and when we are there, they hang out together. Master-Sir has always offered our place to him if he ever makes out to Las Vegas.
2) Master-Sir has (with my consent) outed us as Master/slave to a few of his relatives. They stay here and are aware of my role in his life and his Uncle has use of me.
3) When vanilla family are here, I am allowed one piece of clothing and shoes. Usually a long sun dress type of an outfit. I eat at the table and act "normal"
4)The hooks and other attachments stay in the ceilings and walls, the main toy box is kept in the main room and I am to still use the slave bathroom when they are here, but I do get to close the garage door.

My brother and I have always had a very close and wonderful relationship. He likes the fact that I have finally found happiness with a man. He enjoys seeing the way I react to my husband and treat him with such respect. As my Owner does the same to me.

Growing up, my brother has been my defender from school kids teasing and bullying because of my weight. He has seen me naked several times growing up and into my teen years and even watched as I gave my boyfriend (his best friend) a blow job a few times in the car.

When Master-Sir has his family is here, I feel miserable not being able to be myself and to serve like I normally do. So Master-Sir said it was up to me to tell my brother as much or as little as I want. To feel better and to trust my brother with the truth or to make it lite and a bit kinky while making me miserable..

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6/10
Called my brother to talk about his trip, family and things. My goal was to approach him on how kinky he is or open to things. It was a bit difficult to come out and ask him, but with this being Las Vegas, "sin city" - I asked him what clubs he was thinking of going to and what all he wanted me to show him, Letting him know I have seen everything here. From the big strip shows to the swing clubs to the small magic shows.
He laughed at the swing club, but came clean saying he would have no problem if we were to go there as a couple (cheaper) or as a three some. Than he asked about the kinky rooms. The ones with the ropes and chains.
That changed the conversation and finally gave me what I was really looking for. I was now able to ask him what he thought if we were into that stuff. He actually said he was not surprised by the way I treat my "husband" the way we act together and he thought my husband was the alpha male with our relationship.
First mission accomplished and time to change the topic. I assured him that I would leave him enough time to find things out on his own and give him space if he found a willing partner while here. His secrets would be safe with me as I hoped he would do the same for me. .

6/15
Our conversation tonight went down memory lane. Apparently our talk about swing clubs and other "adult" adventures jogged a memory he wanted solved.
When he was in High School, Mom and Dad threatened to punish him if he did not start to clean up his room, make his bed and put his laundry in the hamper before school each day.
So on the day this new rule was to happen, he was thinking about a test or some other thing and forgot. On my way down the hall and out the door to meet the bus, I swooped into his room. Made his bed, straighten a few things out, grabbed the dishes he had and the dirty clothes. Put the clothes in the hamper and the dish in the dishwasher as I went out the door.
On the bus, he got nervous remembering what he forgot to do. I told him not to worry, i did it for him. He thanked me. Than asked what he would have to owe me to have me do that more often? I said I would have to think about that.
So I did. everyday before school, i would go thru his room and make the bed, straighten things out and go off for the bus.
Tonight he asked me why I did that? And why I never asked for anything in return. But I reminded him that I did. he just didn't know it. I asked for and got His love, respect and his protection from the school bullies.
Plus it just felt good to do something for my big brother who had more important things to worry about. Like his grades improving to play sports. making his bed was the least I could do.
He ended the conversation with a comment about how I just seemed to be happy when I am helping others. Serving... I told him he was right. That I like to do that to only the important people in my life. Than he asked if he was still an important person in my life?
Hmm, interesting way to end our conversation.

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6/17
Where does the time go? My brother will be here in less than 10 days! I it figured out to longer than that.
Tonight's conversation was short. He called first to talk about dad on Father's Day. Than he got to the point. Am I a slave or a submissive??
He was talking to Dad and they got onto a conversation about mom and that I guess led into some thought he had about their relationship, our earlier conversation about alpha male and service and than the light went off in his head.
I was outed.
Never in my life had I lied to my brother and I wasn't about to start, So I answered that I am my Husbands slave. Not a submissive, but a slave. Did that news bother him? No. But he needed to go and we will talk later.
Hmm... He sounded happy that he knew the truth and left on a good note.

6/19
My loving brother sent me a very long, twisted and wonderful email. He is glad I found my happy place and knows it would be difficult for me to hide that from him while he is here.
His desire while here is to have fun, gamble a little, see a few shows and spend as much time as possible with his kid sister.
He is also fascinated by the kink or in my case, the lifestyle and would have no problem seeing it in action. With a few requests. No sex in public or in front of him, no nudity and no painful punishments or play while he is in the house. Please.
The thought of hearing someone beat his sister, may send him into fits and anger. It's just the brother-protector side of him..
The words, the name calling, the way we relate to each other would be an "educational experience." He wrote.
I responded by asking him to keep what he learns here, to himself. I also let him know that unless he says otherwise, my none sexual, clothed services will extend to him and to please let enjoy what he can while here.
The letter was a wonderful thing to read. It answered a lot of questions. Maybe tonight, the last bit of my nervousness will go away!

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6/24
He called to say he was all packed and looking forward to his trip here. I asked him about his routine. Waking up, breakfast, meals, etc... he thought i was grilling him like I was writing a book or something evil like that! when I explained that I will be the ultimate host and as the ultimate host, she needs to know his desired meals and making sure he is happy, so I also need to know his routine.
We agreed he would let me know when it was too much of something. No nudity or sex, but the serving and the names will stay as they always do. He will see a lighter side of my submission.
A full week of my Brother!! He really has his schedule full of things to see and do. He even has a couple of ladies he met online (??) and wants to go out club'ing with them. That's good, because I hate doing the party thing!
Master-Sir has allowed me to have today and tomorrow off to get everything ready and to meet him at the airport. Than Thursday I spend cleaning my Boss's house. So I do have some free time to spend with my brother, alone.
I cleaned up the guest bedroom. Out clean sheets on, put some condoms, lube and a few toys in the bedside stand. Made sure the fresh towels are there and a nice candle !
I really wanted to thank everyone for their kind words of encouragements, assistance on how and what to say to him and just being there for a shoulder to lean on and talk to about this.
My butterflies went from nervous butterflies ot anxious butterflies!
Master-Sir has given me some free time to be off line and so I will be silent for awhile on here, but will respond to emails and PM's
Have a great week! I know I will!

What's Changed?

This is a warning before I start.  if you are not in the mood to hear the details (good/Bad/Kinky) ways I live my life as a 24/7 slave, this is the time to back away and move to another blog.

It seems any time i get into the details of my slave life, somebody will get self-righteous on me or my owner and abuse the comment button to leave bad remarks on how this is not the way to live a life or that I am being used and abused by a man with no care for my safety... 

If that is you, please leave Now!

Its been eight years since I became His property.  its been seven years since I agreed to be a no limits slave.  Its been a few weeks since we both found out I had limits.  He is happy with that.

Yes, He uses me for domestic services and loans me out to others for house cleaning and party service.  Yes, he uses me for sexual services and loans me out to others he trusts for sexual services.

That has not changed.  What has is how it is offered and I am presented.  It used to be that I would be sent out to a house, hotel or office for my assigned duties.  Not anymore.  They come to His house and take me by my leash after a short conversation with my Owner about what is being offered and what is off limits.  I remain silent during this conversation.  Before the guest takes the leash, my Owner will ask if I understand my serving duties?   A simple "Yes/no Sir" is allowed.

My eating options were always variable.  At the table,on the floor, in the other room, etc.. They are now firmly in place.  I sit on the floor next to my Owner and eat from His hands (or the hands of others)  or from my dog dishes in the kitchen.  The furniture inside the house is off limits.  period.

I do not leave his presence without permission. Bedroom, living-room, kitchen, it doesn't matter, i ask to leave the room or his vision.    

Each night at 9pm (unless working), I am to get ready for bed, then fix his bed for sleep and wait at the side to know if I am sleeping with him, on the floor beside or in my room.  Never ask or assume. 

Master-Sir has started to use me as a pee bucket daily.  Used to be just during special sports/movie watching.  Now its an almost morning ritual.

Master-Sir's girlfriend has no control over me without His explicit permission. He will direct my services for her. 

The Big Change is when He is having sex with a woman with me in the room, That I am allowed to clean him off.  Thats my job and I feel better being the one pleasing Him and making sure he is clean... 

Those are the big changes.  Most others are little ones that occur as time goes on.

i am liking the control, the feel of really being owned.  But not liking the micromanaging.  I hope that will change soon..

My New Thursday

Thursdays are my one day off from work that never changes.  It is also the day I go to my Boss's house to clean it.  For those new to me, he is also my second Dom. 

But with the new rules, I found my Thursday routine changed.  I am not allowed to just wake up, take care of my owner before he leaves for work then hop over to the house and start cleaning.  I take care of my Owner and get Him off to work, then wait for permission to go to the house.

Today it was a short wait. ABout an hour after Master-Sir left I got the call from my Owner to leave and wear only on earticle of clothing while in travel.  Remove it before entering the house.  A rule He has here as well.  I also have only 5 hours to clean it all and get back home, the clock is starting now. 

I grab a sun dress and run to the truck and drive ot the house as fast as possible, unlock it, strip and enter the house.  Its about 2,800 square feet, two levels with pool.  There is a note telling me the water man will be there, serve Him and also a delivery of a new office desk.  I am to leave them alone once I let them in the house.  Stay naked. 

Laundry pile shows me they had a party recently with a lot of guests in the pool.  Final pool party of the season I guess.  Dishes stcked up and a mess in every room it seems.

Start the laundry when the water man arrives, right on cue.   I let him in, he smiles, gives me a "Hello honey" and goes about His business exchanging the bottles. Once he is done, he finds me in the kitchen, he is smiling and holding His cock knowing what is about to be His tip. I kneel before Him, smile at him  and suck on his small cock until he quickly cums in my mouth.  I swallow it all and thank him.  He goes on his way, happy and smiling as usual.

The office delivery guys were a different matter.  The one wanted to get insulting about my weight while the other was actually liking to see a fluffy woman naked and working around the house.  Wondered if he could take my picture?  hell No!

Noon came and the upstairs were just about done when I heard the car pull into the garage. I knew the lord of the house was home for lunch and sex. But I had only 2 hours left to get it all done and be back home.

I ran to greet Him as I always do.  He told me that my owner had talked to Him and told Him the new rules. Me naked,  I could talk only when spoken to.  And those rules will apply here as well.  I noded and waited for Him to dismiss me. He instead sent me to the kitchen to get His sandwich started.

He looked around and figured I was in trouble. Making a comment about not enough time to get the rest of the house done.  

I served Him his sandwich out on the patio, kneeling at His side as he ate and talked.  He thought the new rules were tough, especially for a slave as well trained as i was.  But he agreed with my Owner to follow and enforce them anyway. 

Like always, he broke off a couple of pieces and hand fed me some.  

All this time sitting at his side and him talking was cutting into my work time and I was getting nervous.  He liked having me silent, but also missed soem of our conversations.  That can all wait.  He leaned back and opened His zipper, I smiled and gave Him his usuall thursday afternoon blow job.  Hoping the neighbor man was peeking out his windows again.

I always enjoy sucking His cock because its fatter but not as long as my Owner's .  It fits into my mouth better and allows me more room to swallow his loud in one or two gulps.   He also keeps it shaved.  Not sure why because His wife hates oral sex. 

As he left for work, he promised to talk to my Owner and get me more time to finish the house.  Good to his word, 15 minutes later I got a call from my Owner telling me he has a date with His girlfriend after work, so I have an extra couple of hours to clean.  I can relax and feel better about doing a good job. 

I finished three and a half hours later, went home, showered, had a snack  and went to my room to wait for my Owner to return.  

Being a domestic slave and sex slave is not the glamorous part of being a slave.  i hate housework just as much as any vanilla woman probably does.  Doing it for another person is even more humiliating.  But it is part of my duties as a slave to serve my Owner and I do it for that purpose alone.

I'm also not liking the no-talk rule.  I miss the conversations and banter we had.  Now its a limited time to talk openly and ask questions.  But it is forcing me to focus more on my behavior, form better questions and responses  and watch my attitude.  When not in my room, I am on the leash and collar.  He tells me when to leave and where to go. 
 

I am liking the new force in His talk and authority in his demeanor if that makes any sense.  

The Long Talk

When Master Sir returned to the bedroom, I was kneeling at the side of His bed waiting his return.

He never really looked at me, just ordered me to bend over the bed. meaning to prepare for a paddling.   I positioned myself with my legs spread apart, bent at the waist over the foot-board and buried my head into  the comforter and had my hands behind my head. 

I heard Him open the drawer I know has the worst paddle in His collection.  The one made purely for my punishment.  But what punishment?  My mind was racing to figure out what I did to deserve a punishment.

Master-Sir's hands were now on my upturned butt as He told me what was about to happen.  It wasn't a punishment as it was merely a reminder of Who is boss and how things need to change.  After this session, I can decide my fate. 

He gave me five good smacks that sent me into subspace with a crying fest to follow.  The pain is unbearable and undesirable.  But it does get my mind where it needs to be.  On being a slave. And that is where he wanted it to be.

He ordered me to get the bed ready.  I got up, still crying and kissing His feet as a way to thank Him, before I started to pull the bedsheets down.  He stayed silent as he got undressed and climbed into the bed, ordering me to join Him.

Master-Sir held me in His arms as my burning butt was rubbing up against his loins.  I could feel His growing erection.  But His firm hands on my breasts were causing more pain.

Then he started to talk.  More like grilling the slave under a hot lamp for answers she did not know about her desire to serve, to please and to be Owned.  What I wanted from Him as an Owner and What I thought an Owner should be like. 

Questions we had discusseed when we first met.  Things we had been through a million times before.  but since my breakdown and cry-fest, he figures we need to talk about again.  In new lights.

being a slave is great most times.  but the things I don't like, i understand I need to just do.  But I guess without better direction?  better understanding that I am doing this for my owner and what I am to do.  

My Owner will always have women in His life that will be sexual.  I am ok with that. I am His.  He will direct me to have sex with others and I will make them and Him happy with my service.  That's ok.  But I guess when my position in His life is in question, i want to know I am there to serve Him and He is there to command me.

We talked like when we first met in the restaurant 8 years ago..  Long, deep talks about our roles and the person we want on the other end of the leash.  But now we talked with the knowledge that there is a limit to my ability, just not my desire. 

Master-Sir promised a change in our lives.  he would start training me again.  More focused and forceful training.  He hates micro-managing but knows its what is needed for now.  At least sixty days of intense obedience training, a short leash and more punishments for minor infractions.

I knew he was serious because he after we kissed and sealed the promises we made, He grabbed my hair and pushed my head down onto His hard cock and choked me.  I was in heaven as I sucked His cock.

What I wasn't ready for was the immediate changes.  The leash on the collar, no talking unless spoken to and no leaving the room without His permission. 

Yikes!!

Thats Why She is The Boss

First off, I need to say a big "Thank You" to all of you who wrote privately  and commented on my last post. It meant so much to me to hear your thoughts, ideas and all the well-wishes. Thank you from the bottom of my slave heart, it helped me a lot.

Today Master-Sir and His boss had a meeting. Actually she came over here to check on me and to talk. Master-Sir ordered me not to speak a word other than "yes/No/Thank you" - I served them coffee and cookies on the patio while they talked but could not look her in the face. I was sent away when not needed.

At one point, I was ordered to get dressed and take her car down to get it detailed and washed where I normally go for our vehicles. I did as ordered and never once spoke to her other than a "Hello Mam'"

After I returned, they went to lunch. A very long lunch. I was scared and nervous wondering what they talked about and why I wasn't allowed to come along.  They returned laughing and talking about everyday things two vanilla friends would talk about.

Up until this point, she only talked to my Owner, not to me, Master-Sir was the one who called and commanded me.

Once in the house, I was ordered to sit on the floor facing them. She started to ask me all kinds of questions about my slavery, my life, my slave desires, what I do, who I do and services I am told to provide others. Master-Sir said nothing except when I did not understand the question or wanted to know it was ok to answer some very personal points.

Afterward, Master-Sir sent me to refresh their drinks then stand in the corner and wait while they talked some more. I could not hear what they were talking about.

When I was called back to kneel between them. she started off asking my Owner permission to talk to me directly. Then she bent down to be closer to me without losing her seat.

She talked about how she felt honored to be let in to our little secret and how meeting me has changed her whole world and probably even saved her marriage.

After having this entire day to talk to my Master (I wanted to correct her and say Owner) She is more educated about being a responsible slave owner and understanding my little episode (her words)

showed her the dark side of the lifestyle.

That's when my Owner stepped in and took over the conversation. She told Him she thought maybe He was stretching me too thin, serving too many Masters while trying to please just one.

He agreed with her that maybe we were both trying too hard.  me trying to be the perfect slave without any limits and Him being the Perfect Master by trying to find my limits.

This battle to find my limits made Him give too many conflicting orders and pushing too far my desires to please and to serve and that training or being a trainer is not something I am good at. And he agreed with her.

He apologized to me, gave me a hug and a kiss and hoped I forgave Him. Forgave Him?? For being my Owner and trying to make me a better slave??

The end result is that we need to get back to being slave and Master.  Start at that point again and build a better, stronger relationship as that.  Knowing I do have a limit. 

Master-Sir said He will start getting back into a more focused Ownership. More directive from and control from Him, less from others. I too understood what she meant and understood better why I broke down and had the long cry-fest. I was being pulled in too many ways. Serving the needs of too many while making sure they all were pleased enough to keep my owner happy.

I was sent to His bedroom as He walked her to the door and sent her on her way.

She helped fix me, helped fix us!

I think it worked!

Trouble in Paradise

Here is a cliff note version of the past two weeks:
So my Owner gets a new boss who asks our help in helping her and her hubby move from out of state to here.  She/they need help getting the new house ready and help in unloading the truck and setting everything up.  Plus she would just love to have some people who could help get her not yet employed hubby acclimated to the area.

Master-Sir of course says “Sure, my wife (slave) will be glad to help in whatever you need”. 

Unfortunately during the course of my initial meeting with her, she figures out her number one office boy is really a full-fledged Owner of an obedient and fluffy slave.  She having just finished the 50 shades series is now hot to trot to find out more and to see if this could apply to her loving hubby.

When confronted with the news, my Owner first gets livid that I spilled the beans to His boss, but after some talk and a few drinks agrees to help them discover their new roles.  That means this obedient slave gets the task of training the new male slave in His duties while my Owner gives her some tips on how to be more demanding of a Mistress and using me as the practice slave.

The problem is that I have never been comfortable around male slaves.  I have always hated wimpy guys, they turn me off.  As a male slave it’s even worse because I want to obey them, watch over them and follow them.  Not wanting to train them to grovel at the feet of the Owners or to wash dishes wearing a frilly tutu.

When we are all together (something happening more frequent lately) I am of course naked with him, the husband/slave.  My Owner and his wife/Mistress are dressed and in charge.  We are working together to get the house set up and clean.  I am showing him how to run a household to the commands of his Mistress and trying to get him to understand his life goal is to keep the Mistress happy.  If he fails, we are both punished together.

She has truly found her dominant side while he is enjoying discovering his submissive/cuckhold side and she also has found a love in pain, humiliation and long term punishment.  All with the help of my Owner of course!

When not dressed in his required pink tutu, he is happy as a lark in a very short black double ruffle micro mini skirt with his cock tied down.  To me, that is not a pretty sight for a tall, well-muscled man who works out pretty regularly and has a cock I would be proud to suck.   He should be in a Brooks Brothers suite with me naked at his side. Or at least be a well-heeled and dressed butler!

She will not allow him to get an erection and if he does so without permission, he must relieve himself in front of her and her company (my Owner)  If I am there, that is my job. 

Last weekend was the worst for me. Not only were we punished constantly and having strangers come and go with both of us naked (him in a tutu I don’t considered dressed) was unusually humbling and  humiliating enough.  But when I saw him lick my Owner's cock clean after having sex, I broke down and started to cry.

This upset my Owner and kind of stopped the evening cold.  I was apologetic as I could be, but just could not stop myself from crying and shaking.  

Master-Sir took me home and lay with me in His bed as I shook terribly, cried without stopping while trying to explain a why I had no answer to. I could not find the words.  Still can’t and it hurts me.  

  Have I reached my limits, my breaking point? Have I lost the love of my Owner?  Am I burned out?  What? 

What do I say when I have to face these people again?  How do I make it look like my Owner is not at fault?