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..
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
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!!
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!!
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