I was asked a question on Fetlife about my age and my desire to serve my Master versus my desire to be used for sex.

Do you feel like age has made you more sexually active or do you find more peace now in things like serving your master rather than focusing on your own needs being fulfilled?

Can I say “Both”?

As I have aged, my Libido has skyrocketed as my Master was not able to keep up as His sex drive slowly decreased.

So now you think that as a slave, why should my sex drive be his concern? As my Master, he decides if, when, and who gets to use me. Since I obey Him, He could just say, “Too Bad.” no more sex for you, and I would have been able to deal with it.

But that wasn’t my Master. He knew my desire to serve him included all things sexual. Being used for sex is part of my duty to Him. A part I genuinely enjoy. But it wasn’t the main point of our relationship.

So, offering others to use me for their sexual pleasures fed into my need to serve as much as it fed into his desire to find ways to use me. You put a cock in my face. I’m going to suck it. It’s just automatic.

Having a man fuck one of my holes until he cums and leaves afterward is what I crave. I want to know I served a purpose and made him feel relieved and happy using my holes.

Men will understand what I am about to say. It’s like going into a bathroom, standing before the urinal, unzipping, peeing, getting done, zipping back up, and leaving. That’s it—the task is done, and you go on with your life. Being used like that turns me on.

My Master enjoyed the feedback he received from his friends when they used me. He enjoyed knowing I was being used, degraded, and humiliated, and he knew I enjoyed the experience.

As much as I loved being used for sex, I would have the same desire to serve if I was not allowed to have sex. I woudl still be that happy slave, doing what I do best. Serving. Cleaning the kitchen, makign dinner for all the boys. Licking out His cum from His girlfriend’s pussy. It’s part of my need to serve the man I love, respect, and cherish.

FYI: Master Kevin enjoys seeing me on my hands and knees, cleaning the kitchen floor with a bucket. He stops me, fucks me, gets up, and orders me to bring him a beer as he walks away. I smile and say, “Yes, Sir.”

Yes, I am THAT fucked up.

When Master would tell me to give someone a blowjob or a friend of his walks up to me, takes my hand, and walks me into the guest bedroom, not saying a word, then fucks me and leaves, I’m happy because he is happy. Some people may think I just lay there, thinking about the grocery list while he humps me and unloads.

That’s not me!

Once I know I am about to be used for sex, I get excited, I get wet. Once you start using one of my holes, I will make noises! Sometimes, that scares the man because he is not used to having such positive feedback. As well, I can not fake an orgasm or even hide one. Only a ball gag can silence me. Or a mouth full of cock!

My Needs?

My needs are simple. Use me. I’m not a pretty princess; I don’t want to be that woman you swoon over or make special arrangements for. I am not there to be shown off as something beautiful and precious. I am here for my Master to use me in ways that make Him happy. To serve Him is what fulfills me.

“What do you need me to do, Sir?” That’s what fills them with joy.

I hope I answered the question!

Love,
Bitch Slave