Greetings, one and All. Bitch Slave has returned. Not that anyone really missed me. But I like to think I was missed by someone out there.

When I last left you, I was with my Owner, heading to Wisconsin for His father’s funeral. Not a pretty time. But for me, I had a larger issue to deal with. The fact that I lost my Owner’s trust. I had not been open and honest with Him lately about a problem I didn’t realize was a problem until He noticed it.

Right before He got the call about His father, He had a couple of friends over to watch some sports. I served them a meal, then kept the drinks filled and the snacks flowing. As well, a few of them wanted a blowjob in between quarters or halves or whatever it was.

During one of the breaks, Master-Sir ordered me front and center and told me to entertain them by masturbating for them.

I sat on the floor, facing the men, and spread my legs to show them I was wet. Then I reached into the end table drawer for my rabbit vibrator. It wasn’t there.

I had it in my bathroom, where I use it almost every morning when I get ready to serve Him breakfast and start my day.

That was a big No-No. As I confessed my sins, I realized I had misinterpreted a command He gave me at the start of the year. He told me that I could have orgasms as I wanted them. No more having to ask for them.

It turns out that was not what He said, but it’s what I heard. He said I didn’t have to ask for permission to have an orgasm “while being used”. Not a free for all whenever I wanted one.

It has been years since I had the freedom to have orgasms whenever I wanted, and to keep this short, I became addicted to masturbating. As funny as that sounds, it’s true. I loved the freedom of just getting into the shower, getting wet, then letting the little machine do its thing!

Much like an alcoholic, I started to focus more on my pleasure than on my duties as His slave. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was addicted to the machine as much as I was to playing with myself. I was a little kid in a candy store!

Master_Soir was mad at that, but He was furious over the fact that I was doing this without His knowledge or permission. i kept it from Him. Something I promised Him I would never do. As His slave, I need to be open and honest with Him about everything going on in my life.

At this point, I started to fear He would release me. He had no reason to keep me. He had a new sexy girlfriend who seemed to want to get a little more serious. So what would He need a fat old slave for?

Years ago, we had a little issue with His girlfriend of the time, wanting to separate Him from me. It scared me so much that He set up a trust fund of sorts for me. It’s now about a year’s worth of money to cover rent and expenses. If I was ever to leave Him, the money was mine.

During our time away, He hardly spoke to me. When he used me for sex, he would never finish in me. He always pulled out, except for blowjobs. He either let Himself cum on the floor or the bedsheets, then had me lick it up, or he shoved His cock into my mouth and masturbated until he came. I was not allowed to enjoy the experience or have an orgasm.

When we returned home, we had a heart-to-heart talk about what had happened and what we were both thinking. As well as the proper punishment.

When I told Him of my fear of being released, he put the envelope with the trust fund information on the table and told me if I wanted to, there was the money, and there was the door.

I was certain it was over. The way He treated me in Wisconsin, the way he talked to me (or not). His whole attitude, to me, was Him trying to push me away.

I know Him, and He lives by His word as well as His friends are the same. Truth and honesty. I broke that trust.

But, He told me that He promised to be my Owner. He was not just my Master, but He was my Owner. He Owned Me. He promised that He would own me until I decided to end it. It was up to me. He was keeping His promise to me.

With tears running down my face, I knelt at His feet and told Him to please put that away. I belonged to Him and would accept whatever punishment he thought I deserved.

He beat my ass and made me repeat that I belonged to Him. That He owned me. I cried, but it was such a cathartic feeling as I cried not from the pain but from the love, He was showing me by punishing me. He is a forgiving Owner. He wanted me to stay!

Further, punishment came when He informed me that I would not be allowed any orgasm for the rest of the year. Orgasm Denial! He even called the friends that use me to tell them, so they were fully aware of His new rule.

He made it clear I could beg, plead, cry or whine, hoping to be allowed to cum. But I will not be allowed to climax until further notice.

I have no idea how long this punishment will last or if there is more to come. He did promise me that our annual tradition of Him fucking me as we watch the New Year fireworks will still happen.

On New Years’ Eve Day, I am usually used as a maid or domestic servant at someone’s house. So He told me that I would be allowed one orgasm on that day.

Any failure to follow this rule will mean a punishment. Each infraction will raise the severity of the punishment. I really don’t know what that means, but I know that I don’t want to find out.

I am just glad that he forgave me for my sins and that I will be a better slave going forward. I don’t want that kind of freedom again. I want to remain the slave who is used, abused, and neglected when not needed. I am only here to serve His needs and His pleasure. Thats the life I wanted and the life I am living,.

Thank you for reading and thank you for your friendship!

Love

Bitch Slave!