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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Doors Open, Door Close and Other Things

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Comparing Notes

Just so you all know – This post was done with the permission of both our Master’s/Owners with no restrictions or previous input from either of them.  Thank You Sir’s!

Today I got a call from Slave Haley who said she was reading my last few posts and thought maybe we should have lunch today sp we could talk and maybe exchange notes.  So I ask my Owner’s permission and that of my Boss /Dom who gave me an extra hour if I needed it.  (We did!)   So I  had a lunch date with my new slave sister!  It’s becoming such a great relief and fun to have another slave being just a phone call away.

After the last week or so, it was nice to get away from it and to be able to sit on furniture, relax and see another slave and to hear her views on what I have posted lately without our Owner’s around.  She also had to tell me (or vent?) with what is going on in her life.  Slave Haley is a goddess amongst slaves!  She seemed to so totally understand what was going thru my head as I wrote about the ultimate humiliation and her reflections from her first Owner and some of the humiliating things he would make her do. What others thought was the worst things to happen to her were actually the best and most memorable as it hurt to our core and opened our souls up to show ourselves what we really crave and desire to make our lives slave

She opened up about what others thought was the worst things to happen to her were actually the best and most memorable as it hurt to our core and opened our souls up to show ourselves what we really crave and desire to make our lives slave complete. Not to mention just what we will really do to show our Owners just how much they truly own us and our obedience knows no bounds.  She was so F’ing right.

When we ordered, she had to call her Owner to ask if she could have a soda with her lunch because he only allows her water at home and that is drank out of a dish like mine on the floor.  He was nice and thought this talk deserved a treat so He allowed her to.  He also reminded her of the rule that when we are together, we need to be together.  She answered like I do “Yes Sir”, smiled and hung up.  They are such a wonderfully matched master and slave.

Yes, when one of us needed to use the ladies room, we called our Owners for permission and had to go together.  For women, going to the restroom as a group is not a big deal, I think that’s just what we naturally do growing up!  But it makes the Master’s feel like it’s part of our humiliation and we roll with it. It’s when we have to use the same stall or help one with a butt plug or something that makes it truly humiliating!  This time it was just we had to go together after getting our Owner’s permission.

From talking, you can tell that Master Jerry is deep in love with her and I think she is at the same point. Understandably, she is just having concerns about the age gap. She is much older than He is and fears the gap may be more difficult as she gets older (she is in her 60’s) and as always there is that “what if”:  What if…  He really wants kids/Finds a younger prettier girl/slave?  Because of him, she is in better financial shape and she knows He is in control of it all with the clause that it is HER money in reality.  He is managing it for her and as her Master, He can do with as He wants.  She trusts Him as much as I trust my Owner so the fear is not as real as it could be. But as women and as slaves who are aging, it can be a fear that keeps us awake at night. Thankfully my Owner drew up the papers to make sure I was totally taken care of no matter what happens to Him or to us.

Slave Haley kept telling me to stop putting ideas into Master Jerry’s head.  But I already think they were there.  She fears having to become his piss bucket the more He talks about how I talk about it. She has done it on occasion for her first Master and Master Jerry has pee’d on her in the shower, but that is it.  I laughed when I told to wait until summer time and the pool parties.  he may have other ideas. She was not happy with that thought.

She told me how He allows her to sleep with Him most nights.  A few night a week, she is on the floor “just because”  with only a blanket and an old pillow.  The smile on her face gave it away on how happy she is that He took her notes on her first Master/husband on kneeling at the table, hand feeding and other things that make her feel so loved and used.  She really missed all those years in between Master’s when she was just a little old lady in the community and had to live the vanilla life. Now she has her life back and feels younger and happier by being able to serve like that.

She was talking about how Master Jerry and herself are trying to find a way to keep her a slave while still giving her something to do during the day.  Some freelance type work like housekeeping (she hopes not) maybe some bookkeeping since she managed her Master’s business for so many years before or other projects. I hope Master Jerry can find soemthing that  uses her talents and makes her a better slave to Him.

We talked about how my Owner is not fucking me while hers is fucking and spanking her often.  I think she tried to be gentle and make sound like it is not as much as it really is.  But her bruises on her ass and tits say she is paddled often and makes me jealous! He doesn’t have a girlfriend and she doesn’t know if He is even looking for one.  She sometimes wished He would because He deserves it, then there are times she hopes he’s not.  That fear thing again!

Lucky Her, Master Jerry is also not such a neat freak as my owner is, so they spend a little more time before bedtime being together.  He is not so concerned with a clean and orderly house at night because he knows she will get to it during the day.

Although she is naked in the house 24/7, she has yet to be made to sexual serve anyone else but my Owner when he is there.  She blushed a little when she admitted she would like to be more like me in that area but not many people come to the house. Master Jerry is not yet ready to share her with too many others.

It was a really nice lunch and as I write this, it sounds really boring.  But I needed that.  something to show me that I am not the only one who likes to live this life and that my Love is in the right place.

 

Photo: The Upper Floor

It is such a huge turn on when one of our Master’s uses us both for His sexual pleasures.   i love it!

 

 

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Master-Sir Starts Fishing

The New Year is already starting out to be a very good year for me.  The biggest convention in town is keeping me busy with lots of over time.  Master-Sir is taking this time to find a new girlfriend. Or at least a new play toy and has kept to His promise and has ignored me since the New Year other than His usual needs from me.  On Tuesday He did tell me to expect a phone call from a woman and to answer her honestly and not to ask her any questions.  The tease and the humiliation was already starting and the new year was only a few days old!

I was working with some VIP’s who came in town for the convention. They wanted some show tickets and dinner reservations for a large group.  Not impossible, but not really easy on short notice. My phone rang and it was Her.  She asked me if i was married to Him.  I said that I belong to Him.  I wanted to ask her her name, but knew I was not allowed to.

Then I braced for the usual questions.  But they didn’t come.  “I can fuck Him with or without you there?”  “If we fuck at His place, you will be there if I want and serve us drinks then clean up after us?”  My answer was “Yes, mam, of course.  I want to make sure He enjoys you, I do what I can to help make that happen.  I love Him and want Him to be happy”.  She laughed.

She continued this unusual conversation.  “Does he make you cum?  I mean like a rock star cum?”  I paused, not sure how to answer this because I am not sure what He has told her.  So I was honest.  Telling her I am not allowed to cum, but I know His last girlfriend had some very loud and powerful orgasms while I was in the next room. She laughed again.  “He told me you would be honest in your answers.  I like that.”

Final question was if I thought He was ever going to fuck me again?  So she knew I was being put in chastity.   I had to pause at that.  I am sure I was blushing just as much as I was making a wet spot on my towel on my chair.  She asked if I was offended by the question.  But I wasn’t. I actually enjoy the questions.   “No Mam.  He fucks who He wants and if it’s not me, I’m ok with that. He likes them prettier than I am and He enjoys me in other ways. So please make Him happy.  I know You will enjoy having sex with Him.”   She paused, thanked me and hung up.   That was it.  I sent Master-Sir a text telling him she called.  He responded with a “Good slave.  Get back to work”

Get back to work?  After I just talked to a mystery woman who was wanting to know if she could have sex with my Master.  The thought of having a new woman in His life made me smile, made me angry and made me horny.  Would I get to meet her?  Will I get to watch them?  Will He have her sleep over?  Will I be sent to my room or be able to sleep on the floor next to them?

When He came home, Master-Sir never said a word about her or if He has had sex with her or his plans for her, for me.  He just had that smile on His face He has when He has a new woman in His life.  After dinner, I cleaned up and sat at His side in the living room when His phone rang. It was Her, I knew it from His smile.  He answered and said hello to her.  Made some small talk then explained He just finished dinner and was enjoying a cold beer and some tv.

Then He moved His chair up and forced my Head into His lap.  I undid His belt and pants as He got His cock out and fed it to my mouth.  Pushing my head all the way down to His groin.  “No, she’s here. She is sucking my cock as we talk.  Well, not sucking, just about to choke on it.”  Pause.  “she’s naked, I always keep her naked so she knows she’s not anyone special.  Just something I use for my pleasures.  Another pause.  “No, she likes that.  In fact, if I were to feel her pussy, I would bet its wet.  Probably in need of a shave, but very wet.  She likes it that way and so do I.”

The talk was getting me wet and He was getting very hard.  Choking off my air, but I knew He didn’t care.  This was for His pleasure and I was to suffer for Him to tease Her.  Whoever Her was.  Master-Sir continued His hot talk with her and His torment with me.  “Trust me when I say after we have sex, she will know.  I always make sure she knows.”  He was right.  I can usually smell her on Him. He likes to make sure I know He has had pussy. He likes to make sure i get the taste and the scent of His conquest afterward.

Master-Sir spent a few more minutes talking dirty to her and slowly fucking my mouth with His cock.  He wished her a good night and hung up.  He grabbed me by my hair and pulled His cock out of my mouth so I was looking into His eyes.  He smiled, kissed me and told me I was a good slave for not making a sound and He shoved His cock back into my mouth as I felt His manhood starting to pulse. The tears in my eyes were starting to dry as I felt that fullness and got excited about what was to cum.

He quickly grabbed my hair again and pulled me off His cock as I saw my reward spurt out.  He has never done that.  He never has allowed me to waste His reward, His cum.  But He held me off His cock and looked at me and His cock as it shot off onto the carpet.

I was crushed.  He has never done that before.  I was pulling against Him, wanting to catch it.  I was fighting with myself and His hold on my hair to not let it go to waste.  He smiled again, telling me to stop, to kneel.  I obeyed as I also started to cry.   I was straining my eyes to watch as He smiled at what He saw on the floor.

Master-Sir stood up and put His pants back on, telling me to clean up my mess as He walked away.    I never moved so fast to lick the floor clean without wondering what else I may be tasting. I didn’t care. I wanted to taste my owner.  Licking His cum off the fibers of the carpet was what He wanted, i would do it. Knowing He enjoyed the humiliation and the pain of being so rejected by Him in that manner.  He enjoyed it as much as I was turned on by it.  I was no longer good enough to even have Him cum in my mouth. I had to lick it from the floor as He smiled and walked away.

He returned and sat down, ordered me to get Him a fresh drink and allowed me to enjoy one as well as He turned the TV back on and finished watching the show while petting my hair.  Letting me lay my head on His lap and have Him stroke my hair as He again told me how good I was for behaving like a good slave all day.  I was?

I am loved and I love how He owns me.

I hope she makes Him happy and that I get to serve her for Him. Whoever she is

 

 

Photo: A slave enjoying a man’s cock without using her hands while others watch and get used as well, turns me on!  I love to be used in the open like that
The Upper Floor

 

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Welcome 2017 - The Normal!

Oh yes, the new Year is here and I am already loving it.  We were able to get Master-Sir’s house put back to normal.  Decorations gone, family gone and everything just gets that New year Refresh!

On my las post, I talked about my parents and their view of me and my life here.  I love and honor my parents and understand their concern for me.  But it always bothered me how they would make small comments occasionally about what I gave up there to move west and be with a man they never met before I married Him.

Although I am an honest person, there are some things I needed to embellish when I explained why I left Chicago and moved to Phoenix, married a man and took a job in the Hotel business when my background was in retail Managment.  I could not exactly say that I worked as a lowly maid and in order to get that job, I have to give my boss a blowjob every morning and that He fucks your daughter in the ass as a reward for cleaning this house properly every week.

The move to Las Vegas was a little easier because it was a bump up into Administrative management.  But I could not tell them I was moving here because my boss got a promotion and His use of me was part of the job offer.   They still had concerns because it was Las Vegas of all places.  They want the best for the kids, I get that and that I did kind of make what could be seen as sudden judgment calls when I left them to move here.

They love my husband and the life they think we lead.  But it wasn’t until they finally came out here to see how we live and where I work and that I am happy to be here and not there.  Of course I was in pure Hell the entire time because I was not where I really wanted to be: Naked and kneeling at the side of my Owner, not my husband, as we all sat around the dining room table and talked each night!

They are now much more pleasant to talk to on the phone and when they left, I could feel they were much more relaxed than in other times when we visited and parted ways.  They smiled more and Mom has Her smile really back on.  Her voice sounds chirpier and Her emails are friendlier.  She is finally, truly happy for me.   And I am happy too!

It feels good to finally be able to come home, get naked and kiss the feet of my Owner, thanking Him for allowing me to be His slave, even if I was vanilla and miserably happy! I can now kneel at His side happy as He feeds me my meal from His hands or my bowl.  It all seems better and brighter in the new year.

New Year’s we stayed home here.  Master Jerry, slave Haley spent the day and past Midnight here.  Jason and His girlfriend stopped by to say hello before heading to a party.  Mistress and slave Boi were here for the final couple of hours of the old year and we all cheered in the new year.

Master-Sir normally likes to fucks me at the stroke of Midnight but he decided not to this year.  Instead, Master-Sir wanted to feed my need for some humiliation and exhibition while putting on a show for our friends who were either dressed slave owners or naked slave,  He asked Mistress if slave Boi could fuck me one last time this year.  So after making sure everyone had fresh drinks, i was instructed to “fluff” slave boi.  his cage had been off a few minutes so he was instantly hard.  I was ordered on my back and my legs spread.  Slave Boi was ordered to lick my pussy before being allowed to fuck me.

The feel of it all was getting me very wet and very embarrassed.  I always do love when Master-Sir makes me the side show. The fact that we were being told to have sex while others drank, ate and joked about us and what they were also watching on tv makes the scene so hot, I wish I could describe it better.  You are haveing sex in front of people who may or may not care.  The fact that we did not have a choice nor could we really could not enjoy each other ebcause of the other people talking.  No intimacy, no chance for much emotions.  Just “put on a show and get it over with”  I love that feeling of being nothing more than a piece of entertainment.

Master Jerry added to it by ordering slave Haley to kneel next to me and watch me just added to it all.  I wanted to hug slave boi as He put his wonderful cock in me, but I was not allowed to.  Slave Boi was getting to fuck me and I was not allowed to even enjoy that.  I was just there as I am for the Master’s, a cum bucket, nothing more.  Making me the lowest thing int he house.  I love it.  I wasn’t even allowed to suck His cock clean after he came.  That was left to slave Haley.  She got to taste Him taste me.  I was left to let His reward drip out of me and onto the floor where I was told to lick it up afterward.  Master-Sir wanted to make sure 2016 went out with me knowing I am His property and nothing more.  I love Him!

We all shared a toast of champagne as the new Year hit in Las Vegas and the crowds cheered.  I wasn’t sure what was in store for the new year.  Master-Sir immediately afterward ordered me to kneel and grabbing my hair, pulled me upstairs to the Master bedroom where He finally fucked my ass dry and hard, pulling out almost immediately after He came.  Shoving His dirty covered cock in my mouth, He let me know that I need to get used to my pussy being ignored.  That my ass and mouth will be His only fuck hole on me in the new year.  What better way for a humiliation slut slave to ring in the new year than being told that??  I loved it!

If that is true, it will be a very emotionally painful new year for this slave.  If it is to be, I will accept it, hoping that the pain can be filled in other ways as I serve my Owner. There was no other response as he ordered me back on the floor and downstairs to find the others coming from other rooms with their slaves on the floor and looking well used as well.   As the Owners said their good nights to each other, the slaves cleaned up the house, we kissed each other and smiled at the new year.  A new tradition started?  A new Normal?  The slaves and their Owners together more often?  More abuse to look forward to?  We all giggled a little so they would not hear us.  One more kiss and we returned to the living room to join our owners at their feet.

I was ordered to put slave boi’s cock cage back on while slave Haley got Mistress’s coat.  Slave boi got his coat and walked out to the car on His leash.  Slave Haley kissed my Owner’s feet then He kissed her on the lips and they hugged.  I did the same with Master Jerry who whispered in my ear that He will fuck me soon. I smiled and thanked Him. Slave Haley got their coats and they left.

I was told to make up the bed, I will be sleeping with Him tonite.  As I walked up the stairs, Master-Sir stopped me. Told me to crawl like a good bitch slave should.  I smiled, apologized and got on my hands and knees and crawled up the stairs with my Owner right behind me.

In bed, my Owner held me, hugged me and fingered my pussy until I came hard with permission.  It was wonderful!  He then ordered me to worship His cock, not to suck it, but He wanted me to worship it and love it until He told me to stop.   For the first time in my life, I can say I feel asleep with a cock in my mouth!   What a nice feeling to wake up and feel your mouth filled with His manhood.  He was also asleep.  So I just crawld up into His arms and fell back to sleep.

Happy New Year!

Photo: Public Disgrace

 

n front of the others who were watching the new Year’s Festivities on the TV, slave boi and I had to lay on the floor and take directiosn from our Owners as he fucked me.  .  This year was different because everyone was at our place and the slaves were proplery naked.  After we cheered, the Owners took their slaves to differnt rooms and used them as they wanted to.  .  it was just a few minutes past the hour He pulled my by my hair to the MasterBedroom and fucked my ass hard and dry.  Cheering in the new year and spanking my ass afterward.  I felt loved, warm and happy for all the lessing I have.

 

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The Greatest Gift Yet

Master-Sir has made it very clear that He now intends to only pussy fuck His beautiful girlfriend, Miss Becky and to use me only for anal cum dumps, blowjobs, and urinal duties. That is His privilege as a slave owner and I appreciate that he has been so honest with His intentions for me and... http://wp.me/p6FZtn-mU

Holiday Updates

By the time most of you read this, this lucky obedient slave should be kneeling naked at her Owner"s feet in a nice hotel room in Wisconsin, waiting to go meet up with her brother and his darling girlfriend for some breakfast.

Yes, naked, kneeling on the cold floor of a hotel room in the winter state of Wisconsin.  Master-Sir will keep me that way when we are alone and for the record, He will keep the room cool if not cold with me naked while He stays properly dressed and warm.  I will still be required to wear a skirt or dress and no panties when we go out. My pussy will be frozen by noon I am sure! A slave will suffer for Her Master"s pleasures.

Master-Sir got in some hot sex before we left with Mistress and I was allowed to watch them while holding their drinks, then sent in to suck Him clean and lick her to orgasm.  she held my head while I attended to her soft pussy.  As a Holiday bonus, Master-Sir told her He needed a good fuck with her since there will be no pussy available until he returns. A good humiliating plug for His slave.  Meaning I will not be used for His sexual pleasures at all on this trip.  Just the usual morning urinal and mouth fuck if I am lucky.

Master Jerry gave me a "pity" fuck while He was here for the games on Sunday.  He took me outside on the patio and fucked me quickly while also pulling my hair and slapping my tits.  He told me to enjoy His cock in my pussy because it may be the last time this year He will want to use me.  Not sure what that meant, but I really enjoyed the fuck, licking His cock and the cruelty He served upon me.

My family has all their plans made for their Christmas trip out here.   Brother and His lady will take my room.  Mom and Dad will be in the spare room and my two sisters will stay at the resort where I work.  I will not be topless or naked while my parents are around, but I will be topless if only my brother and His lady are here.  No other signs of my Ownership will be presented. I will be allowed to be dressed and look just like a 1950"s wife who dots over her man with love and attention to His every need.

My Owner confirmed my worst fear. One of the times we were at the swingers club with my brother, and I was in the glory hole, I gave a blowjob to my brother without either of us knowing it.  Master-Sir realized it and told my brother after it was done, but never said anything to me.  It was not planned, it just happened.  He said He enjoyed it anyways.  Just not sure how I can face Him and not be embarrassed.

I am not looking forward to the cold, I have packed plenty of warm clothes for my Owner with Him not allowing me too many warm things.  A few paddles and my butt plug were also packed.  A metal butt plug shoved up a bare ass in Wisconsin cold?

Thanksgiving will be at my older sisters house. I will volunteer to arrive early, clean the house and set everything up.  Then I will make sure everyone has fresh drinks and plenty of snacks. I will be the happy hostess with the smile as I make sure my Owner is proud of my service to my family.  Several aunts and uncles will also be there. Ok, maybe not exactly volunteer.  my Owner told me what He expects of me while here.  Being the family domestic wench is job number 2 after serving His needs.

Wherever you may be on Thanksgiving, I hope you are safe and surrounded by loved ones. I know I will be.

Thank You for being my friend and always reading what I have to write. No matter how boring or obscene it may be.  I love my life and can"t see living it any other way.

Thank You

Bitch Slave

 

 

 

Thinking Out loud - Mistress is My Life

Master-Sir has been spending a lot more time of His free time with Mistress since He ended the relationship with Miss Becky. Sometimes she brings her husband/slave boi, but most times she comes alone or He goes to her place. She loves to be the Mistress to my Master-Sir, I am not allowed to talk to her, only answer any questions.  She loves to ignore me until she needs me, something I love and she has such a way with her commands to stand, squat, face in corner, etc...  I love it and makes me wet.

Her and Master-Sir can spend hours together and talk about almost anything while I follow along, sit at His feet or stand in a corner.  Since her commands are to be followed as if they came from my Owner, she has created some rules I am to follow when serving her or following her commands.

When she enters the house, she gets the usual feet kissing as I remove her shoes and stockings.  I am to kneel on the floor at her side if not with my Owner.  When she orders me into the corner, i am to face the corner with my nose touching it and to hold open my ass.  I am no longer allowed to talk to her except to answer her questions.  Why?  I"m not sure, but that"s how she wants me, silent and obedient.

When she is here for meals, I am to cook then serve her and my Owner then kneel between them. She will feed me her scraps as does my Owner and I am to eat them all.  No other food is allowed except what I am hand fed or placed in a dish/plate and put on the floor in front of me.  My dish or plate is to be licked clean before I am allowed to remove it and clean up after them.

She and Master-Sir will talk about me and she likes to use degrading terms that she knows will turn me on and humiliate me.  Its as if she knows me better than my owner does.  But I also know women are the meanest to other women, so she knows what I am thinking and feeling.

Last night while she was in the shower before they had sex, I tried to ask Master-Sir about slave-boi and He told me not to ask that question. If I am to know, she or He will tell me.  I am the slave and I will behave like one when she is here.   I still get to see Him and we fuck when I take the cars to get cleaned, but He is not allowed to talk about it either.  Yes, He enjoys fucking my pussy, but its the only pussy He gets to fuck and its always in the open.  We are not allowed to do it privately or on our terms.  It"s their little world and we are truly just the house slaves in it.

After they had sex, I was called to clean up. While I was licking my Owners cum from her beautiful pussy, she began to talk about me with Him.  Asking when was the last time He fucked "the bitch slave"?e.  He asked which hole?  He only uses my mouth currently. In the morning for either a blow job or His urinal and then maybe a blowjob before bed if He"s up to it.  He told her my pussy is of no interest to Him anymore.  It"s always wet and sloppy while my ass is very tight.  That"s why His friends prefer my ass but will still use my pussy for an occasional  pity fuck or just to have a quick hole to dump into.   The words were cutting me sharp and painful.  But I loved every one of them.

He continued to tell her that at the swing club, the older men like to line up and fuck me on a constant basis, like an assembly line.  They request that I be in the glory hole more than He planned to have me there.  He teased (or not) that in the glory hole, I have sucked some men I would know on a regular basis at work or in public and maybe even my brother a time or two when He was in town. That freaked me out but I did not ask about that comment later. Maybe I should have because I am not sure if he was messing with me or honest about it.

This woman has me in her hand and on my mind.  She talks a lot about my "well-padded ass and tight hole"  and that maybe Master-Sir should either have my pussy stitched closed or maybe rent it out to some desperate men in some of the more low-life clubs in town while He fucks prettier and sexier women, real women like herself.    He agreed that the idea was a good one and I know He likes to make me suffer by ignoring my pussy.  "Set up a weekly gang bang in some sleazy hotel over by naked city" was her last comment.  "Ask for a quarter a fuck just to see how desperate they are to fuck such a floppy pussy  like that".

The more cutting her words are especially with her ways of saying them, I just want to curl up and cry or kiss her feet and never leave them.  Either way, she always seems to leave me wet and wanting while knowing I am not allowed to ask for relief.  She will often have me roll over in front of her while she rubs her feet on my pussy, telling me what a "good bitch" I am and to play with myself for her entertainment. Then sit there and watch me whither around on the floor, shoving my fingers into my pussy trying to climax while she push"s her toes further into me as well, laughing at the scene I am making.

How can she do this? How can I keep from forgetting what she does to me?  I think about it at work and a crave to hear her biting words when she is here. They are not the bad words that I fear, but she just has a way with the words she does use that makes me quiver and smile as much as I cower and cry.  She loves to see me tear up then backs off and moves me into another direction.

I most enjoy, I believe, how she can ignore me while telling my Owner what a wonderful fluffy pet He has and how she loves to play with "her".   I swear her and Miss Evvy have talked by some of the words she uses and commands she gives me.  Even on the nights she is here and they do nothing but watch TV or talk about life, she finds some way to include humiliating me and using me as her toy, her towel or her servant to be abused and ignored.

It has become so bad with me, that I really get excited when I am sucking Master-Sir"s cock and can smell her on Him.  I love it and try even harder to suck her smell in while He is filling my mouth with His cum.  Or maybe I am just desperate to be well used by anther woman like I was with Miss Evvy.  Desperation can do strange things to a person!

I love it, I hate it, I love humiliation, I love being humiliated by her.  I crave the need to be used by master-Sir while He tells He he has no need for my pussy.  I want it, bt I know its not my choice and will obey what He tells me.  It is the life I love.

Thank you All for Reading, Following and emailing me your thoughts.

This one is one I just don"t know how to handle.

 

 

 

 

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Holiday Planning

Yes, I am a happy slave, a happy slave!!  The Holidays will be one major whirlwind of excitement, nerves, and stress, but I am a happy slave! My family will be here and I get to see everyone!

Master-Sir recently told me to start to make the plans.  He wants us to go back to Wisconsin and Chicago for Thanksgiving to see my family, some friends, and parts of His family.  For Christmas, my family wants to all come here.  Yes, all of them.  my sisters, my brother, my mother, and my father!  All here in Las Vegas.  Master-Sir has invited them all to come to Las Vegas.  My parents and my brother will stay with us, we got my sister"s rooms at the hotel.

My Family, Here?!

When Master-Sir first told me of the idea, I was shocked and scared.  My Family? Here??  Now I am nervous and panicking!  We have a spare bedroom that my parents will stay in.  My brother quickly claimed my slave bedroom as His since He is also bringing out His girlfriend who He says happens to be very submissive.  That way no one will go thru my things in there and start to wonder why the bedroom has all those weird toys, leather things and hooks everywhere.

I know my Owner is joking when He tells me I will still be His slave when they are here. Nude and obedient.  His smile gives that away.  Plus He and my brother have been talking about that.  How do you hide a bathroom without a door?  A Master Bedroom that is not one inch feminine and the dog dish?  My parents would have the cops here the first ten minutes they entered the house if they saw me nude, kneeling and wanting to kiss their feet as they entered the house.

This will be the first time my entire family has been out here since we were married and Mom is making a big deal out of that.  Master-Sir has hinted at maybe renewing our marriage vows in front of them while they are here!  That"s why I know He will not be too demanding on me as a Master while they are here.  I so dearly want to say those magical words "Honor and Obey" in front of the family to my Owner!

Master-Sir has said it would be strictly a family holiday.  No girlfriends, friends or anyone else would come around while they are here.  I would not be their slave or be used sexually or domestically by anyone else while the family is here.   I will also be allowed to sleep in His bed with Him.  So now I need to know just what part of my slavery He will have me display or for them to see.

I do know when we go back to Chicago, we will not be seeing Uncle-Sir, He will be with friends in Hawaii!! As well, He may or may not show up here for Christmas for the same reason. That is actually a relief. I know He would want to make a scene or do something with me as His slave.

My older sister is a great cook and loves the holidays. Its the only time I ever see her really smile.  She has already told me she wants to cook and let me be the service sister.  Clean up and get everyone drinks, snacks, etc..  My older sister?? Who knows.  Maybe she will find a husband while she is here.

If I were your slave, how much of me would you share with the family?

Please tell me!

So what are your plans for the holidays??

 

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