Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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!

Thursday, September 19, 2013

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?