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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