She is Owned

To all of my friends and followers, yes, Master-Sir and I tried something new last year: we wanted to make it easier to create a post and publish, so we moved the blog to SubStack.

It was great, i loved the increased chat and comments. That was until some little nosy Bitch found us and had her feelings hurt, so she reported the blog. Substack killed it.

But… After looking back, I do believe it would have been ok and woudl still be there, except I did put on some erotic thumbnails that may have been over the #sfw line.

Either way, they killed my bog, so I returned to where I guess I belong: here.

I saved all my posts from Substack and will repost them here.

Please give me some time to get it all back and running.

Of course, i am always open to comments and questions.

Thank you

Love,
Bitch Slave

No, I am not turning vanilla, and Master Kevin is not giving up my leash. But that honeymoon part of a new relationship is over and real life returns.

Over the last couple of weeks, we have been talking and have been making changes to how we live our lives. He liked to call it fine-tuning our relationship.

Some of the changes were for health reasons (mine), and some were for more comfort and the need for privacy (his). Some were changed because it wasn’t the man who owned me.

I still serve him and obey him without question (and always will). He still controls when and who gets to use my holes and has even started to offer me to a couple of his old friends he hooked up with who are now living here in Las Vegas.

The best part is that we carve out time for us to be family: Brother and sister.

The Master Bedroom

The Master Bedroom is His domain, as it should be. He offered to let me sleep with him whenever I wanted, but since my Owner died, I never felt comfortable sleeping in there with him every night. And as I mentioned, having a few female age-related health issues. So I sleep in my bedroom most nights.

I was also having some bad nights sleeping with him. It just felt right that he had the Master suite, and I would have my slave bedroom.

He likes to lie in bed, read a book or watch TV, talking on the phone. Then he calls me in and has me hold his cock in my mouth until he says I can suck it. To tease me, he will pull out right before he cums and fucks one of my other holes, then sends me back to my room to sleep, dripping with his cum inside me.

If I have a bad night and can’t sleep, I can come into his room, climb into his bed, and sleep alongside Him without asking. (He sleeps like a log). I feel safe, and it relieves whatever was causing the sleeplessness.

I still can’t use the master bathroom. To me, it’s not right for the slave to have free use of the Master’s bathroom. Master Kevin keeps telling me that I can. He doesn’t always like me going downstairs, but old habits die hard. Thankfully, he hasn’t made it a rule that I must use the Master ensuite.

Sitting with Master

Some of you will understand when i say old age is creeping in. I can be on all fours when He or someone else wants to use my holes, or I am being punished. But kneeling on the floor for meals and other things is getting too painful to do.

I can ask permission to sit on the chairs and stools and enjoy a meal with my Master and sometimes with my brother. I can wear lingerie when in the house as long as all my holes are easily accessible.

When we have guests, I can tolerate being the dutiful slave and sit at his feet while he sits on the couch or recliner. He will allow me to sit on the furniture when we are home alone.

Sometimes, he will be like my Owner and have me suck his cock while he watches tv. Except with Master Kevin, I have actually seen several movies all the way through!

Holes to Use

Between his needs and my issues, He prefers blowjobs over fucking me. Thankfully, he has offered me to some of his friends he reconnected with. They love to fuck my holes often.

They don’t know the master/slave thing. All they know is that I have become hypersexual as I age, and I need to be fucked often. He’s being truthful in telling them that. It’s easier than to tell them the entire truth: that I am His slave with a high sex drive!

Still the Same

I have always said that I am not a sex slave but more of a service slave who enjoys being used for sex. So I can still serve without restrictions. Master Kevin likes that part of me.

Master’s late wife was more of a submissive than a slave, and her medical issues started early, So he had to take over some of the household chores for her. Now, He enjoys the use of a full-service slave.

To sit back, read, watch TV, or nap while the slave serves him his drinks, does his laundry, and cleans up after him. I also often answer his phone and schedule his appointments and will soon handle his dates (hopefully)

When he gets frustrated or just needs something to change his focus, he likes to bend me over the couch and beat my ass with a paddle or a belt, then fuck me.

To tease me, he will make me stop whatever I am doing and lay on my back as he watches me masturbate for his entertainment pleasure. He likes to physically and verbally tease me while I am doing this to see how wet I can get.

My next post will be about one of the times he used me as a service slave with a couple of his friends.

It’s like any other relationship, and I wanted to let you know how it’s going. Things change as we go along. I am still His slave. I am His to use as he pleases. It’s just been fine-tuned for the uniqueness of our loving relationship.

Love Always

Bitch Slave

Proudly Owned and loving it every day!

I received a thoughtful and kind comment on my last post. While the commenter’s points weren’t groundbreaking, I found them insightful and educational.

Rather than replying directly in the comments section, I decided to address them in a new post here.

And thank you to the commentator. I hope this makes sense.

“I have a friend who was in a relationship like this and she’s trying to leave because it was making her physically sick and he’s like my ex—a terrorist.”

I’m sorry to hear about the ex being that way. It is sad to say that a lot of abusers like to use this lifestyle as a way to camouflage their need to dominate and abuse others. We get accused of that a lot.

In reality, most people on that side of the slash prefer to be the dominant person in the relationship, not the person who dominates the relationship- two different people.

“I’ve never been in a dom / sub thing but I do love sex and I’ll say if you’re happy, then okay. No judgment. But I feel I’d feel dehumanized in this situation.”

I don’t judge, and I am very happy, thank you. I also appreciate you seeing it from both sides and understanding that what makes you tick is different from what makes me tick.

In my years of searching, I have found my share of abusers while still trying to define what being submissive means to me—realizing that surrendering to someone I love and trust is my ultimate high.

Forget the flowers and cards; they do nothing for me. Hearing him tell me “Good slave” will always get me smiling and gets me wet.

Now, going back to your terrorist comment. Yes, I live under rules and obligations like everyone else, just in a different manner. In my small world, if I fail my master, I expect to be punished. He should punish me how and when he sees fit. I earned it, I accepted it, I expected it. It harms the relationship if he feels sorry and fails to do what he agreed to do. (punish me when I fail him)

Now, there are times I can not fulfill my duties and obligation to my Master due to various circumstances outside my control. Your terrorist would not see that and abuse me. My Dominant sees that and will make accommodations for that.

As you will see in future journal entries, I recently had to sit down with my dominant to discuss some things that are not working in our relationship. We made the needed adjustments, as all good relationships do.

I’m pretty sure, from what I know about abusive relationships, that’s not really a thing people who want to dominate others typically agree to. It makes them feel less powerful.

Being dehumanized is a good word for how it may seem to be. As I have said before, I grew up with daily verbal and physical humiliation because of my weight and looks.

When I started dating, anything related to humiliation would end the relationship immediately. Then I met the Dom of my dreams, who took me down a road I had never been on—one built on mutual trust.

To let my brain check out and just do as I am told may be dehumanizing. But in the trusted hands of my Master, it meant He was about to take me on an emotional trip I probably will remember for weeks and months to come.

I will be used for sex that I love, I will be used in ways most men wished their wives or girlfriends would allow them to go. And I get to enjoy the ride knowing I am safe and loved. He would never do anything to harm me. Hurt me? Yes. Harm Me? No.

I have seen and known other vanilla relationships. I have watched their fights and their struggles to decide what to watch or what to order on the food menu. I don’t have that problem.

Sex? Yes, I love sex. The older I get, the more I want it. Anal sex is my favorite. Not many women will say that out loud. Master likes to use that (anal sex) as a tease, a reward for me.

The people he loans me to for anal sex, I get the best times from because they know how rare this is. They want it so bad but have to fight their partner for it and often lose.

So they treat me nice (usually) and enjoy using me that way almost as much as I enjoy being used that way. We both get what we want without any discussion or struggles.

“I don’t see much reciprocity at all—none, actually, and I also feel that if you said nah, I’m not interested today, it wouldn’t go well. I mean, I’m all about kink and fun, but I also don’t do anything on demand unless I’m available for it.”

If I may be honest, if you really look around your daily life, you may see just how tight other people’s leashes are on you. You have been in it for so long; it seems normal.

There is a lot of reciprocity in our relationship, but to the naked eye, you don’t see it. I could never be a Dom. It’s too much work and too many headaches. I am sure there are days he wishes we had a pure vanilla relationship.

Is it all fun and games, lollipops and sugar canes? No. But what relationship is? A good relationship is work; it’s hard. It has good days, and it has bad days.

But at the end of the day, I close my eyes, smiling.

“I apologize if I seem critical. I’m not. I’m just really trying to understand something new. Especially since the guy I’m talking to wants to do a dom / sub thing.”

Can I tell you a secret? What will work for you and him is not the same thing that works for me and my Master.

There are M/s relationships that are purely sexual. When they have achieved their goal of sex with bondage, it ends. They kiss and roll over to sleep or get dressed and return to their respective spouses.

I know several who are strictly service-oriented. She is his muse and his housekeeper/maid. She wears only what he tells her to wear, and at his house, it’s a French maid outfit with the nipples cut out for her nipple rings with weights on them,

I have a couple who are female Dom and male sub. They call it a “Female-led relationship.” Both are in powerful positions and making big bucks.

Seeing them at an event or in public, you would never tell he is wearing a cock cage with an electrical probe in it covered by a pair of pink lace panties. His behavior is always polite, and he always favors the women around him without looking submissive.

He serves her, opens the doors, gets drinks, washes the car, does laundry, and finishes responding to her emails. He licks her pussy on command. In the car, in the bathroom, at home, or in the park. That is their version of the M/s relationship.

She wants his attention or to remind him she is the boss; she hits a Bluetooth button, and that little probe in his cage zaps him back to attention.

At that point, I bet he had forgotten her real name! To him, she is always Mistress or Mam’.

“I am interested in new things but not if it’s this. No offense, this feels like the relationship I just escaped but with better sex.”

The one thing I always fear is that I always try to remind people that what you are reading here is based on a twenty-year relationship. It has changed dramatically over the years, and it keeps changing.

When I said I wanted to go down this rabbit hole called submission, I found a man who wanted to go down it with me. Explore what it looks like, what it can be, and what we want it to be.

If you look at an older relationship like mine, either of you goes: “That’s how it’s going to be from day one.” Yes, by all means, RUN the FUCK away.

You need to talk. Communicate openly and honestly. If most vanilla couples had the open and honest communication that I have with my Master(s), the divorce rate would drop considerably.

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It was a wonderful comment that gave me a lot to think about. I hope you liked it. You can always let me know what you think in the comment section.

Thank you all for the comments, the love, and the support (subscribing)

Love,
Bitch Slave

Yesterday, before work, Master Kevin told me he had invited my boss for dinner. He wanted to talk about things and get to know him better. Master is finding his wings!

At work, my Boss enjoyed his morning blowjob and coffee as he told me the same thing. He added that he needed to use me for some serious stress release so He wouldn’t be gentle on me or my holes.

Great, starting my day knowing what’s in store for me later will either hurt me, turn me on, or both! I was wet with anticipation all day.

At home, Master told me to clean up before starting dinner. I was to make sure all three holes were clean. That means an enema (ugh!). As a last command, I was to put my hair in a ponytail and wear my biggest butt plug.

He arrived, and per my training, I kissed his feet after I let him in the house. He smiled when he saw the ponytail. “Good Bitch, you’re getting ready for some fun.” Master was in the living room, telling us he needed to finish a project in his office but would return shortly.

I went to get my Boss/Dom a beer, and when I returned, he already had his semi-erect cock out, and he was smiling. Handing him his beer as I knelt between his legs, I smiled at him as I took it in my mouth, making sure he got nice and hard.

When he was at full stiff, He pulled me off his cock by my ponytail and told me to turn around. Head down, ass up. Telling me, “Your pussy better be wet, it’s all the lube you’re going to get.”

I heard Him laugh a little when he saw the butt plug. Pulling it out fast, I heard the “pop” as it came out. He leaned down to feed it to me. “Clean it,” as I took it into my mouth. After making sure I had it all clean, he put it to the side, and I felt him start to play with my ass.

He was starting to get rough verbally as well as physically.

I felt His cock push all the way into my pussy as he leaned forward to feel my pussy as he fucked me. Not stopping, not teasing. He was holding me in place with my hair and pushing me back and forth several times. “Dam, Bitch, you are wet!” When I knew it was my ass he wanted to fuck, I got wet. I mean Really wet!

As I felt his stiff cock work its magic, I started to moan a little, knowing what was coming next and trying not to cum.

He pulled out of my pussy just as fast as he went in, and i never even felt the tip of his cock on my ass hole. All I felt was the pull of my hair, forcing me to slide my ass down his cock. No waiting to relax, no time for play, just one rough pull until I felt him hit bottom.

He grunted as I felt his pubic bone hit my backside. He just went in. It was painful as much as it was erotic, as he didn’t pause. I was biting my lip and trying to bury my head on the carpet, clenching my fists into anything I could grab.

He just started fuck me fast and hard. “This is the stress relief I needed, Bitch.” was all he said to me as he continued to pull my hair, pulling me onto his cock, and then pushing away. I was getting into a rhythm as I was also trying not to cry or to cum. Roughly fuck my ass does that to me.

I soon felt the build-up as he stopped with his cock thoroughly filling my ass. Then He straightened up as He grunted one last time; he pulled my ponytail hard, makign sure he was all the way in me as he started to fill my tight hole with the warmth of His seed. I smiled and maybe let out a little moan. My reward was well earned.

Not resting, once he was empty, he grabbed my ponytail, pulled his wet cock out of my tight hole, and pulled me around to shove it into my mouth to clean him. Tasting his juices mixed with mine.

Once happy with my service, He pushed me back to the floor and got up. Grabbing the butt plug, telling me to open my ass. I reached around and pulled my cheek out as he pushed it in, then got up to get dressed and sat back on the couch, taking another drink of his beer and looking at his phone.

I knew I needed to stay where I was and wait to be told to move. This would give me time to relax and start feeling the joy, not the pain. “Thank You, Sir. I hope it helped,” was all I said. He smiled, telling me it did.

When Master returned to the room, he smiled, dismissing me with the command to go start dinner.

Dinner was served in the kitchen. For them, it was just regular guys talking around the counter about sports and such. I knelt silently on the floor, ignored except when one of them slipped some scraps I was to eat from their fingers.

When they were done, they pushed away and got up. They walked into the living room, telling me to hurry up and clean up, then bring them fresh beers.

Back in the living room, Master used me as a footrest as they started talking about business and my training (?).

At one point, he bent down and pulled the butt plug out of my ass.

I was facing away from him, but I could feel his fingers in my holes.

“Slave got her ass fucked and filled. Good Bitch.”

“Thank You, Master” I felt cum start to drip out into my pussy.

“ Was he rough with youBitch?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did he enjoy using my Bitch for his pleasures?”

“I hope so, Master. I tried to please him as best I could.”

“Did my bitch cum?”

“No, sir.”

“Did you beg to cum?”

“No, Sir. I was there to be used, not to be pleasured.”

“Good Bitch.”

He put his feet back on me and continued to talk to my Boss/Dom as more cum dripped out of my ass. Knowing I will be made to lick it up later.

The final conversation was about my Boss changing my schedule. Master said he had found some friends from college and high school living nearby, so he wanted to start entertaining more. That meant using me more, so he needed me at home more on the weekends.

That fit in with my boss because he said his girlfriend, with whom he has had a rocky relationship, wants to get serious (again). She wants to move in together. He agreed.

So, no more Thursdays. It also means no more of him coming home to fuck the cleaning wench. That was the reason for needing me for “stress relief.” He needed one final anal fuck and wanted to make it a memorable one.

My job requires me to often work at special events the resort holds and for a couple of VIP clients when they are in town. So I needed to work some weekends.

They agreed I could have more weekends off. Maybe a Friday/Saturday or a Sunday/Monday thing. The boss doesn’t want to lose his morning blowjobs, but he knows my Master is the one who decides who gets to use me and for what.

As the night wore down, I was made to lick up my cum off the floor as they watched and commented on my performance. Finally allowing me to clean my holes before bed. Master was happy with my service. As a reward, He fucked me and allowed me to have an orgasm before bed.

Master Kevin never mentioned these friends or what he had in mind for me with them. But as Master Kevin is starting to become a more creative and sadistic-minded Master, I can only hope it means that I will be used more for pleasure and pain than before.

Did I ever mention how it warms my submissive heart to hear men negotiate and bargain for the opportunity to use me? It truly makes a slave feel loved!

Thank you all for your love, too!

Bitch Slave

It’s been over a decade since this happened, but it answers some of the questions I receive.

Master-Sir was getting very serious with a beautiful lady from California. She started visiting here a couple of days a month, and Master would see her for a weekend or two.

When they first met, she was in town for a business convention. They started dating as she came to town for other meetings and events. Soon, he invited her to stay at our place when she was here.

At first, she was not sure what to think about me. She started slow. Enjoying having me lick her pussy clean after they had sex. Washing her lingerie by hand and fixing her favorite meals. But never talked much to me. She would speak to my Master about His slave.

Soon, I was relegated to my bedroom at night and only needed after they had sex. Then only to bring them water and lick her pussy clean before being ordered to crawl out of the bedroom and leave Him to her.

As time passed, she started taking over more of the house. My things were moved out of the Master Bedroom, and she moved many of her things in. I could deal with that; I was the house slave and knew it was up to the master where I slept, and he seemed not to have a problem with me not being in the Master Bedroom.

It was after I noticed there were no pictures of us displayed in the house. Even our wedding photo had been hidden away. Master made her put the wedding photo back in the bedroom.

I would talk privately with Master about my feelings and issues. He thought (hoped) that maybe, with time, this would blow over as everyone settled into their new roles in the household; after all, I was not just HIS slave, but it had been made clear months earlier that my actual title had been for a long time, the house slave. (there is more to that story, but that is the basis of it.)

The Morning It All Changed

One morning, I came in to do my morning routine: serve them coffee and drink Master’s morning stream. She seemed more irritable than on most other mornings. As he got up to shower, she pulled the sheets back on her side, spread her legs, looked at me, and told my Master that maybe it was time for me to offer her the same services.

She had made that comment several times before, just never in this demanding way, and Master never allowed it to happen.

He explained that it was a ritual between Master and slave—nobody else. She did not like that answer, so she ordered me to leave the room and start breakfast.

I learned later that Master and she had been having more serious discussions about their relationship, and I was the focus of the conversation.

As I turned to leave, I noticed our wedding photo was gone again. It was too much. Instead of going to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and buried my head in the pillows. Then, I began to cry like never before.

She tried to open my door, but I screamed at her to leave. She then commented on how happy she would be when I was gone. My scream brought Master out of the shower and into my room. He was not pleased with my behavior toward his girlfriend and threatened to punish me for it until I told him why.

He told me to stay in the bedroom, then went downstairs and asked her to leave us alone for the day. He then called my boss to say I would not be in today.

He returned with fresh coffee for two and a couple of warm bagels. We curled up in my bed, and he let me unload all my feelings, fears, and thoughts on him. As we often do, we talked for several hours. I cried a lot, and he hugged me a lot.

I knew His girlfriend had plans for the future with him that did not include me. So where would that leave me? And in the bigger picture, it may not be her; it may just be that one day, he gets tired of having this fluffy old slave to deal with. Then what?

Protecting His Property

Master Sir continued to tell me he would never leave me. Even when he was at his worst with his girlfriend, he repeatedly told her we were a package deal. I went where he went.

However, Master-Sir understood what I feared and knew His words would not help calm me.

I knew I was on the house deed, our joint checking account, and his insurance policies. But then, he went above and beyond. He opened a separate bank account just for me.

He initially set aside enough to support me for six months, but he generously provided much more. He also put the car I use for work in my name. This gave me peace of mind, knowing I would be financially secure, even if things with us didn’t work out.

He also arranged for a ‘safe-haven’ with a dominant friend of ours who we both trusted. I knew I could go there without explanation anytime, for any reason, no questions asked.

If there ever came a time he no longer wanted me in his life, I at least had some means of support.

BTW: She later confessed that she’d hoped he’d move with her to Colorado without me. But when he reminded her that Master and slave were a team, she moved on.

Please don’t forget that I appreciate all your love and support.

Thank you from the bottom of my slave heart.

Love,

Bitch Slave