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I Wanted to Be Punished

April 4, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Maybe punished is the wrong word. I felt the need to be hurt. To put me back into the headspace. To remind me who I was and what I was. I needed to be beaten. Maybe that’s what they mean by “maintenance spankings”?

Master-Sir wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but He thought about it and agreed. He liked the idea of me having my ass beat red while tied to the post in the garage.

He was in the kitchen, at the bar, reading the news, when he ordered me to get Him a fresh cup of coffee, then to stand in the corner and show Him my ass. That means I am nose to the wall in the corner, legs spread, and both hands pulling my fat butt cheeks apart. Open to anyone who looked. Even if it was just my Owner, I was exposed.

He kept me there while drinking His coffee, reading, and ignoring me. I was starting to feel emotional. I wanted to cry from being left alone and ignored, but I held out.

Finally, I heard, “Bitch, garage.” I moved quickly to the garage and the tall, well-used wood post we use for beatings and other kinky things. It has rings on top, halfway down, and at the bottom.

As he finds the wrist cuffs and the ropes to tie me with, he has yet to say anything or talk to me. Just order me to move as He needs me to tie my hands above my head and to the top ring in the post.

I see the wooden paddle I requested, knowing I can not move. I start to shake. I know I wanted it; I even told Him what paddle I wanted to be used on me. But now that I see it and know what He will do with it. I wanted to change my mind!

“Bitch slave, you will count each paddle, then answer my question. Understood?” I think I started to cry as I told Him that I understood.

“Stick your ass out so I can hit it better. Then tell me who you are.” The first strike was dead center of my ass. It hurt; I jumped and yelled. . “One, Master-Sir. I am Bitch slave”

“What are you” strike two. Thank You, Master Sir. I am your slave.”

After each question, I felt the pain, but also felt the release of the fears and the struggles that I have been having the last two months or so. I have been having with myself.

His questions, like “Who do you belong to?” What can I do to you or with you? (anything he wants) are His limits (none), what are my limits? (everything without His permission)

He went body part by body part to remind me that everything I am or want to be, is for Him to own, control, use, abuse, and care for. Yes, I know, beating a woman till she is crying to stop doesn’t sound like love, but in my world, that’s exactly what it is.

But I don’t see myself as a woman. Women have freedoms; they can make decisions, and they can love who they want when they want. I’m not that, and I don’t want to be that.

I see myself as a piece of loving property. That step above (or below) a slave. Nothing more. I live for His pleasures only. Thats what I want to be for Him.

Each slap of the paddle was counted out loud then I had to answer His question, or i would suffer another strike. This is what I asked for, and it is what he delivered.

After it was all done, I was an emotional mess. But I was happy as He held me in His arms, wrapped me in a blanket, and let me cry my eyes out. He held me. I kept apologizing for failing Him, and He kept telling me I wasn’t failing Him. But I felt I was, and I needed THIS to bring me back into my proper place physically, emotionally, and mentally.

It worked. After i was able to talk normally, He turned me over and fucked me hard and rough. My ass was already on fire, so it was even more painful. He didn’t care as i screamed from the pain. But that’s what I needed. To know I am not in charge, I have no choices or allowed to make any decisions, that I live for him.

The feeling of Him fucking my already burning ass as He pulled on my hair, pulling my head back, was not pleasurable for me, but I know He enjoyed it because he kept telling me this was for HIS pleasure only. And I verbally agreed with him.

After he had cum and I sucked His cock clean, He wrapped us on the floor in a blanket. Enjoy some cold water and a warm blanket. He let me cry as I shook. I need to let all that anger and energy out. He never said a word while I did that. I was on a pain-filled high that made me remember that I was there because of Him and for Him

That night, I was allowed to sleep in His bed, wrapped in His arms, while hearing Him tell me how much He loves having His slave in His bed.

That, Is True Love!

A Night Out with Master-Sir

March 26, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Last night, Master surprised me with tickets to a Luke Bryan concert! Yes, my Owner loves me!

Of course, what would be a night out with your Master without some form of torture device for His slave? He even let me choose my torture. The Lush Vibe 3 with Bluetooth remote control (His choice) or a butt plug of His choosing?

The dilemma. The Vibe is beautiful. Fits nicely and can be very comfortable for long periods of time, like sitting thru a concert. However, He would control its use. That would mean He decides when it’s on and at what intensity. I might be screaming all night long and not from the music!

Or a butt plug of His choosing. Knowing my Owner, it would be the large one. So I feel it all night and have difficulty walking straight without moaning too loud!

Yes, I chose the butt plug. Why?? I knew He wanted me to suffer during the show. At least with the butt plug, I can manage it on my terms! Sitting down, I will certainly feel it and be reminded it was there each time I moved. However, it was better than wondering if or when He would turn the Vibe on or off. I wanted to enjoy the show, not be riding the wave of orgasm teasing.

I was right. As I was dressing, He handed me almost the biggest butt plug we have. He took His time shoving it up my pussy for lubrication and then pushing it into my ass without mercy. Making me fall forward as He did so.

I took my time getting used to walking than sitting in the car. Having my ass filled with a piece of rubber like that, I felt every bump and curve on the road as He drove us to dinner at the Peppermill (our favorite).

It was nice to be treated as a lady with a handsome man at her side. We held hands, kissed, and had pleasant conversations. No sex talk, No Master/slave talk. I do call Him “Sir” in public tho.

Master-Sir gave me the freedom to enjoy the show any way that I wanted. i think I was standing or jumping for most of it. Along with some very excited women and girls around me!! Between seeing that sexy hunk on stage and feeling that plug in my ass, I was wet all night.

After removing the butt plug at home, Master-Sir allowed me to shower with Him. I gave Him a wonderful blowjob and kept kissing His feet and thanking him for the beautiful night.

Later, I was allowed to sleep with Him; we hugged and kissed. He fingered me to several orgasms while I sucked His cock until he was hard again. He spanked my pussy until it hurt too much (He stopped, I wanted more).

After He stopped spanking my pussy, He fucked it hard and rough. The thrill that He wanted to fuck my pussy, mixed with the pain from the spanking, kept me crying and moaning repeatedly. This time, I was not allowed to cum. But I got to suck His cock clean, and I love doing that. The exciting thing was that I didn’t even miss not having an orgasm. I was still on the high from the concert.

Then we fell asleep together with Him wrapped around me the best that He could. His hands were on my big boobs, with an occasional nipple twist, until He fell asleep. I just laid there listening to Him fall asleep. Too tired, happy, and excited to fall asleep for a while.

I know I could not be treated like that often. It’s just not me; I don’t deserve that kind of treatment. I’m His slave, not His lover. But an occasional surprise like that lets me know that He does love me as a person. As His. That He does love me.

Taking a break

March 22, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Thank You all for the kind words and loving E-mails. I am doing fine and feeling better each day. My Owner has restricted my time on social media. Well, actually, He told me “No” the last few times I asked permission to be alone and think.,

He knows what’s best for me, and I do feel better being unplugged for the last week or so. I am plugged, just not that way (smiles)

We are spending more time alone together. Like a real couple. I am still being used for blowjobs by His friends, but not as often as before. Plus we are sleeping together more, longer. He still keeps the dog bed next to the bed, just in case he decides I need some time out. But so far, He has allowed me to sleep with Him every night.

Miss Carol is still out of town. So it’s just Master-Sir and me. Weirdly, I miss having her here. I miss being made to lick my Master’s cum from Her beautiful pussy or to be just there to worship her body. Then to be sent away, rejected, ignored, and alone.

He allows me to sit with Him and watch TV, watching movies together. It’s been a long time since we just did that. If she’s not here, i am usually kneeling at His side, holding His drink or worshipping His cock, not watching the movie. I am here to serve Him, not be there for my pleasure.

Although Master-Sir has allowed me to have orgasms, He has not used me enough to want them. Or need them. It’s that old saying, be careful what you wish for. I don’t feel i deserve to have them. I have not earned the right to have my own pleasure while being used, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know I am still here, feeling better than ever, and I am sure He will allow me back online more often soon.

Mental Health Update

March 10, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

I will say this to my dying day, this slave girl has THE best Master/Owner in the world!

With all the other things going on in my life and around our household, besides trying to not have an orgasm (and failing)while I am being used as a cumdump, Master-Sir has noticed that I have not been doing too well in the sleeping department.

So Thursday, my day off from work, He took me to see my Doctor. He never told me about it. He made the appointment, and just told me to get dressed to go out.

So I jumped into a simple long dress, sandals and a coat (it was cold here). Of course, No panties or bra and I did have my buttplug in.

When I saw the doctor’s office, I started to worry. I wasn’t dressed for this and why are we there? At first, Master-Sir did not tell me, but after we parked and started to walk in, He held my hand and started to tell me how worried He was because I was not sleeping well, and apparently my Boss had told Him I was not performing as expected.

I have a kink-friendly, female doctor who enjoys hearing bout my life and how i am used. She is fascinated by it, yet she refuses our invites to come for a simple dinner and see the real me in action!

After the usual checkup, she got to ask questions about how I am being trayed. Master-Sir left the room, he wanted her and me to talk privately. So I explained it all to her. The No Orgasm rule, the two times I failed at it. My emotional response to it all. She was worried that maybe I was depressed or I might have anxiety issues.

With Master-Sir back in the room, she began to give her opinion. She always smiles because she can’t believe she has this overly kinky lady as her patient. She was explaining how she knows my deep desire to please my owner and to be the best slave I can be.

She felt that maybe the no orgasm rule was putting too much pressure on me to please my owner and the failures that I had caused too much stress on me and my desire to punish myself for not pleasing him is worse than any punishment that he can give me.

I do have the problem of beating myself up when I feel that I have somehow failed Him or displeased Him in my actions or efforts.

Master-Sir agreed with her basement and thanked her for her time. It’s good to know I am healthy, just a little stressed outing trying to be sexually pleasing at the same time trying not to have an orgasm while being used.

Having failed twice, I know that I was really stressed out and I guess maybe it showed too much.

Last night Master-Sir had me sit with Him and we talked. When we have these talks, He wants me on a level with Him, to sit on the furniture. It’s not where I belong, so I prefer to kneel, looking up at my Owner.

He also felt that this is one challenge I may not be able to fulfill and that I was killing myself trying to. To not have an orgasm in order to please Him. I love being used for sex and knowing I am pleasing the man using me. But I get into it too much. Forgetting it’s not about me, it’s about Him. My feeling and emotions are not to be there like they are.

When I was allowed to join Him in bed, we curled up into each other. With Him pulling on my nipples and making me cry in pain, we continued our discussion.

So my wonderful Owner has agreed to go back to our original ways. Where I am not allowed to have an orgasm before He does. and that I am to ask permission any time I feel that I need to have one.

Master-Sir is always about the man being pleasured, not worrying about the slave. So he prefers that I hold out until after I am used. Best to do it on my own without Him using me at the time. As in, you fuck my holes, get me all excited. You fill my hole with your cum.

After I am done cleaning you up and getting you dressed, then I am allowed to ask permission to play with myself until I come while you watch. Master-Sir loves the voyeurism mixed with the humiliation such a rule would create.

As well, If this does not work, or if I abuse the privilege, HE will

If I need to, I will make sure the man is satisfied using me, then ask if I may finish myself off for His viewing pleasure and entertainment.

It’s not foolproof yet and the methods and the timing need to be fine-tuned. But He promised never to give me an extended no-orgasm rule ever again. As long as I understand the situation. The man ALWAYS comes first.

It’s nice that I can talk to my Owner like this and we have these open-hearted discussions. I can still serve Him with 100% of my heart and my soul. But apparently, even slaves have their limits and Master-Sir knows when I am at my limit!

Edging Update

March 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir has clarified that my latest punishment for having an orgasm without permission is to remove the temptation of me having one.

Besides drinking His morning stream, He has stopped using me for sex. It’s not that He is abstaining from sex; he is just stopping using my holes for sex. As Owner, He has other options..

Miss Carol has been here more often this past week, as she will be gone for the next two weeks, so they are preparing for the separation. So I am being used for her needs.

As I explained in other posts, being denied release makes me want to be more submissive. To be used heavier and with no regard to my comfort. If that is possible.

Miss Carol is hitting that nerve with me big time! She is finding new and creative ways to torture me and to remind me that I am just a house slave who is not allowed to cum.

Like, I am washing more of her lingerie each night. To tease me, when she comes over, she wills and over me and have me remove the pair she is wearing. Ordering me to smell them and tell her if they are wet and smell of sex. (They always are)

Master-Sir and her will be on the couch watching a movie or playing on their phones, ignoring me. She will order me to fetch them snacks or drinks, then point to her pussy. I will curl up under her skirt, or she may be naked, i will place myself between her legs and lick. Worshiping her wonderful pussy as I do Master-Sir’s cock. I can do this for hours.

The fact that she can converse with my Master while I do this is impressive. She can control her breathing as she pushes my head deeper into her pussy as she starts to cum. Pausing in her conversation just as she hits her peak. She can catch her breath and continue with the conversation. She ignores me the entire time.

Thats what I call ultra submission. I am being used, but I am being ignored. I get punished if I fail to please, but I get no praise for being the good little slut slave.

The house is spotless from one corner of the house to the other—no mops or swiffers for this slave. Instead, Harwood floors and tiles are cleaned the old-fashioned way—the slave on her hands and knees with a rag and a bucket of water.

She enjoys teasing me when I am cleaning. Knowing that If I feel her touch me, I am to stop working and keep my legs spread for her to tease my clit. Verbally humiliating me the entire time.

When I am at the edge, she orders me to stop, then stands up, laughs, and returns to whatever she was doing before. She will do this multiple times. Each time, i am to thank her for her attention and kindness. Constantly reminding me I must lick up the juices I drip on the floor.

She has no problem showing me that she now gives my Owner blowjobs while I can only watch. Sometimes she will bring Him to almost climax, then shoot his load into my mouth. His cock is in her hands while he does this. Never touching my mouth. Afterward, she smiles at me as she licks off the last drops, then kisses the head. Tasing and pleasing.

Thank you for reading and hope you are having a wonderful week.

Back Door Education

February 28, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Last night on FetLife, I wrote about how Master-Sir and Miss Carol entertained a few Vanilla friends at our house. So I was locked in my bedroom upstairs for the time.

After a few hours, I was woken up by some man unlocking my door and entering it. He turned on the light and looked like He saw a ghost. He looked a little surprised to see me there, naked in bed. I quickly moved to the floor and knelt at the side of the bed, offering Him to sit down.

He wasn’t sure who or what I was. He thought maybe I was kidnapped or held against my will. I assured Him I was there of my own choosing. Besides, how would a man like my Owner be able to kidnap and carry away a 230-pound woman?

Since He did not call me a slave, I guessed my Owner wanted that kept secret.
This man was probably in His forties, a little overweight, but had a cute smile and was very professional looking in His dress. He told me that (name of my husband) said that He had a three-hole slut upstairs for Him to use.

Apparently, Master-Sir did not want to explain, “my fluffy wife is my slave and is locked upstairs, waiting to be used, while this beautiful lady on my arm is my girlfriend.” Instead, He went for the reaction of this man and myself. Being referred to as a three-hole slut by a stranger is verbal humiliation at its finest, yet I knew I was to serve Him anyway.

As He sat down and relaxed, I offered to remove His slacks. As I did, I was questioned about my willingness to be presented to strangers as a three-hole slut.

I explained that I trust “my friend” and enjoy being used by people He respects and trusts to keep secrets. Plus, I have a high sex drive that needs to be used.

He liked that answer; as I explained myself, His cock seemed to get a little taller and harder. He never offered any resistance to my actions as I held His cock in my hand, waiting for His order.

For me, being naked and kneeling next to a strange man I am supposed to allow to use me any way he wants always gets my heart pounding and my pussy wet.

He liked that I started to lick His head to get the precum off. He smiled, put His hands behind Him, and leaned back, petting my head. I was in my happy place.

I asked if he had a preference in what hole He wanted to fuck. Smiling, I knew what He was going to ask for. His response was that He could not believe that I was going to “allow” Him to use whatever hole He wanted. Of course, a well-married man like this wants Anal.

I have friends that frequent the resort I work at that are professionals at this, and they tell me all the time about how the men want to show they have the power and the experience but, in reality, have no clue how to properly fuck a woman from behind. They are so right.

I grab a condom from my nightstand and smile as I put it on His cock. Then quickly move onto the bed, head down, ass up. He wasn’t sure, but I asked that He be careful and get His cock lubed from my dripping pussy. I was seriously dripping as I was explaining how I liked to be fucked in the back. As a slave, I know I am not supposed to be the lead, but he was clueless about doggie style and needed my help.

Feeling Him enter my sloppy pussy; I begged His forgiveness; it’s not what a man should expect. I heard Him laugh at my apology as He pushed it in. We were both moaning as He pushed it all in. As He pulled it back out, I moved forward, not wanting to have an accidental orgasm (yet!).

Reaching between my legs again, I pulled His cock from my wetness and moved the head to my other opening. Telling him in my best sexy voice to push gently. That he needs to get past the ring muscle.

The entire time I was fighting off the need to have an orgasm and losing the battle. In this case, it was difficult because He was pushing slowly past the ring. Once He was in, He stopped and moaned as He reached down to pull on one of my hard nipples. I instinctively let out a little “ouch.”

He started to push himself further. He was going slow, not to tease me, but His gentleness and the stiffness of His cock sliding in were teasing me. Soon I felt Him push against my ass. He was in all the way, and I was starting to see stars; I knew I was in trouble,

I was in a no-win situation. Master-Sir would beat my ass black and blue if i were to pull out before I came. On the other hand, if I continued, i was going to have an incredible orgasm when I was told orgasms are not allowed. Either way, I was going to be punished.

But Gawd, did it feel good. His cock was nice in size and girth. Filled me but not too tight. The size was almost perfect, large enough to handle it but not too large to be hurt by it…

He was in no hurry, and I was too far gone to care. If I were punished, I wanted to make the crime worth the punishment. So I started to move in rhythm. In and out. Trying to ride thru the moans, the stars, and the lights I kept seeing. I know I was also wetting the sheets. But they were my sheets, and I didn’t care. I wanted to be fucked and to have another orgasm.

As expected, He stiffened up quickly as I felt Him stop, His back stiffness up, then the feeling of His warm cum filling the condom filling me. I smiled and collapsed on the bed; he was on top of me but never fell out until He was soft.

I kept thanking Him. He could not stop me from really thanking Him; I was so happy to feel that feeling, to be fucked gently and to be used. He was the man to do it, and I wanted Him to know it was wonderful.

I removed His condom, grabbed some wipes to clean Him up, Gave His cock a kiss, and got back on the floor to help Him get dressed. My tears were both of joy from having a great series of climaxes and knowing I would be punished severely for them.

I thanked Him, kissed Him, then shut the door behind Him and fell asleep.

This Slave’s Valentine’s Day

February 18, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

In all the years I have been owned, my Master has never made a big deal out of Valentine’s Day, at least not towards me. Usually a card and maybe a flower. That is it. Why should He be any more romantic? I am His slave, not His wife or lover.

However, he likes to go all out for His girlfriend: flowers, cards, a special dinner, maybe a night in a fancy hotel suite with all the toys. Of course, I do the planning and make the reservations.

This year, with the help of His girlfriend, Miss Carol, I made all their reservations and ordered the flowers. I even booked them a romantic suite with a whirlpool, a view of the Las Vegas Strip, and the famous Bellagio Fountains. They were going to have a fantastic night!

On Valentine’s Day, Miss Carol stopped by my office several times to ensure I had everything ready for them. Of course, she could not just do that; she reminded me that this was for HER and my Master. I would be home alone, unable to masturbate or do anything that might make me cum, while she would be having awesome, mind-blowing orgasms.

Adding to her insults, she included a little compliment. She said she would miss not having me there to lick her cum filled pussy!

That night, she came over to the house. She entered, i did my usual, greeted her at the door, removed her high heels, and kissed her stocking feet as she handed me her lingerie to be hand washed. This time she even had me remove the pair she wore, telling me to sniff them and tell her if they were wet. They were. She smiled as she walked into the house to greet my Master.

This evening, Master-Sir had me order them a limousine to the hotel.

They got comfortable on the couch as I sat at His feet. I served them both drinks. I noticed she did not have a night bag; I had packed Master one for him.

While I was sitting at my Owner’s feet, Miss Carol went upstairs for something and returned with a smile on her face.

She sat down and had me recite to her what I had planned for them when I heard the doorbell ring. They got up with me as I stood up. Miss Carol told me I needed to go upstairs; She had laid out some clothes for me and shoes. I needed to hurry and pack my bag. I stared at her, not understanding.

Master-Sir held my hand as Miss Carol went to answer the door. He wanted to tell me this night was for Him and me, not Him and Miss Carol. I almost fainted.

Master- Sir was taking ME out on Valentine’s Night! He was leaving her behind! I could not run fast enough upstairs. She had laid out a lovely dress and matching undergarments. I was going to be allowed to wear a bra and panties!

In the limo, I wanted to sit on the floor at His feet, but He kept telling me to sit beside Him. I wanted to carry His bags to the suite, but He insisted on having the bellman do it. This was “Our Night”

I could write an entire post just about the show (O’) and Dinner overlooking the Fountains being served instead of serving. Having my Owner spend so much time with me was overwhelming. He was holding my hand, kissing me, walking hand in hand. All the things I see him do with Her, he was doing with me.

As a slave who spends most of her time naked, wearing something soft, sexy, and pretty made my emotions go into overdrive. Part of me said this was not right. I am the slave, not the girlfriend. The other side told me to enjoy the fantasy night.

Back at the suite, i immediately stripped and knelt at His feet. Kissing them and thanking them. He laughed at my reactions to it all., It’s been a long time since I was allowed to enjoy a Jacuzzi in the bedroom.

The problem was, all the time, he had also been teasing me. Especially with the Jacuzzi. It had such mighty Jets; He made me sit in front of it and feel them on my ignored pussy. I wanted to cum so bad from that; I was screaming and pleading to be allowed to cum as he snuggled up to me and started to kiss me from my lips down to my breasts! This was pure torture of the best kind!

After that, we sat on the balcony; I was actually allowed to sit on the furniture! We shared a bottle of change. I was naked, 36 stories up, standing at the railing, looking out as Master-Sir talked about how the people on the Strip could look up and see his fluffy, naked slave.

I know, 36 stories up at night, they could not see my naked, exposed body. But the feeling was there as He continued to tease and humiliate me.

This was all like a dream. An awesome dream. But it wasn’t; it was real.

In bed, Master-Sir loved me. He kissed me, teased my nipples, and even did the unthinkable. Master-Sir licked my pussy! I couldn’t stand it anymore. Well, let’s say my body finally had enough teasing! I finally let it go.

He hasn’t done that in YEARS. My clit felt the warm breath and the tip of His tongue, and I started to shake, moan, then scream as my body convulsed. I clung to Him like we were in the middle of an earthquake as I felt it wave over me. I started to cry. Partially from all the emotions, I felt and the fact that I disobeyed my Owner.

I had never felt an orgasm like that. It felt like hours of trembling, moaning, and grabbing the sheets to stop the world from spinning and soaking the sheet! I must have looked like some fluffy porn star!

He held on to me as I cried and apologized—six weeks of constant edging, teasing, and denial. I was on the edge of the emotional cliff for a long time. I begged forgiveness and told Him I would accept any punishment he wanted to give me.

He smiled and climbed between my legs, and started to fuck me as He tried to lean in and kiss me. But my head was like the exorcist! I swear. i was still having mini orgasms as He fucked His slave.

After He started to cum inside me, I held him tightly, enjoying the feeling. Once He was done, I could not turn around fast enough to kiss, clean and worship that magnificent cock and to thank Him. Still wondering what He had planned for my punishment and when.

He ordered me into the shower with HIM. Yes, I got to be in the shower with him. It was That Big! I washed Him from head to toe. Thanking and loving every inch of him.

Master-Sir actually had a second erection from my bathing Him and allowed me to suck His cock in the shower.

Cuddling up in bed, He asked if I enjoyed the night. I started to cry, trying to tell Him how I loved every minute of it, but as His slave did not deserve this. This was supposed to be for Him and Miss Carol. He laughed.

He told me I would not be punished for having multiple orgasms without permission. Furthermore, he wondered if I would break down and cum with all the stimulation I had tonight.

Before falling asleep, he wanted me that I should not expect this again for a long time, if ever. And that my next orgasm will be a long time away! Kissing Him, I said, as His slave, I would do as He commanded. I would suffer, but I would try to obey.

The following morning, He lay in bed as I ordered room service. He enjoyed having a fancy breakfast as I enjoyed worshiping His cock.

My boss called to tell me that I had the day off and to enjoy myself. I did!

My mind still relives every minute of the experience, and I still don’t think I deserve that treatment. But I will! Master told me I now needed to plan a night like that for Him and Miss Carol

I am a loved slave!

Super Bowl Memories

February 11, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Almost six weeks without an orgasm is killing me, I swear. I made it six months one time, but it was pretty straightforward, No teasing, no orgasms.

Now, with Master-Sir’s girlfriend, there is added verbal humiliation. She likes to remind me she gets to fuck my Owner and have wonderful multiple orgasms. She really likes to taunt me as I am licking Master’s cum from her beautiful pussy.

As I am licking her to several orgasms, she will taunt me, reminding me that I am not allowed to have not even one.

My Memories

Super Bowl Sunday is always a challenging time for me for several reasons. I will be used to serve drinks, and prepare food and snacks. Plus I am to be available to be used openly and often by anyone in the house who needs a cum dump. After it is all done, I am to be sure the house is clean as it can be. Then I am allowed to relax at my Owner’s feet.

Super Bowl Sunday also brings with it some painful memories. My mind starts to go back to when Master-Sir and I first got together in Phoenix. His best friend was a very dominant man who had the ultimate obedient slave.

She and I became more than friends, she was the only one I ever connected with as if she was my sister. We were slave sisters to the core and I loved it, I loved her. He has since passed away and she committed suicide shortly after because she could not live without Him.

Anyway, Super Bowl Sunday meant two slaves serving two wonderful Masters. They always said it was their favorite part of having slaves on Super Bowl Sunday. was how they kept score. They used our asses for the scoreboard.

The Game

Master chose team A and her Master took team B. When one team scored, both slaves would get in front of the TV, hands above their heads and legs spread. If Master’s team scored, He would take a wooden paddle and spank her ass to the point. And vice-versa.

The count started at zero each time. So if they scored a touchdown, the slave got spanked 6 times., Make the extra point? Another six spankings plus one (13).

Next touchdown she got spanked seven times (previous score), then another six for this second touchdown (13). Make the extra point? 13 more plus one. It was painful but it made the Master happy and that’s all that matters. Score a field goal? 14 plus 3. etc…

After the game, her Master would fuck me silly, allowing me several orgasms. My Master would do the same to His slave. His cock was fat and it really hurt. No matter how much lube, He was still rough. And I still had some powerful orgasms from it.

A couple of times after we moved and they went away, Master-Sir tried it with just me and that was not the same. We also tried it with another slave and she could not handle the pain. Plus the chemistry wasn’t there. I needed her beside me. She teased me and I teased her.

I still love being the game slave and being used by all the men during the game, but I really miss having her there beside me.

I hope she is at peace and will be smiling down on me tomorrow.

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