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??

 

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Miss Evvy Asked and I answered

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