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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