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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