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New year New Rules

January 12, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Two weeks into the new year, Master-Sir has settled into His new life with me as His slave.

I am still an owned slave and love every minute of the new year. Master-Sir has stepped up His leash on me and has me on some new rules. They are mindfully painful, daily humiliation and orgasm denial that is driving me insane as it’s driving me into a deeper level of submission.

The first new rule is old; he never enforced it. I must ask permission to leave His side or vision and use my slave voice. As in “Master-Sir, may your slave….”

All my meals at home have been from His hand or my dog bowl on the floor. Miss Carol has seen this and likes to tease me about it. But even she will occasionally slip me some crumbs. She enjoys calling me to her side as she puts her hand for me to eat from. Then she pats me on the head, “Good slave”

Speaking of Miss Carol, Master Sir’s latest girlfriend. She is over here frequently now. She likes to come over, sit on the couch with Master, and watch a movie or something. She likes to talk to Him about me. She was asking Him if His slave would do something. She ignores me as she smiles down at me.

Last night she came over, and as she walked in, she handed me a bag, telling me these were her lingerie and for me to hand wash them carefully. As I took the bag, she told me to wait. She reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties, then handed them to me; I could feel they were warm and wet and had her smell on them. I smiled and thanked her. She smiled as she walked over to Master-Sir and gave Him a long, wet kiss hello..

As I said, the new year is full of humiliation! As much as I am in pain from no orgasm, I love how wet and needy I am. In constant arousal and desire to serve.

I mentioned on my Fetlife, that it’d been 13 days now, and Master-Sir has only used my mouth for His cum dump as well as drinking His stream. That is something else He has stepped up. It used to be only in the morning or occasionally while watching a movie. But now it’s almost anytime and any place (private). I wouldn’t say I like it, but I do love the humiliation of it.

I guess that’s another good way to remind me who I am and what I am. I am His slave, and I live for His pleasures, not mine.

Yes, twelve days without an orgasm. Not to say I have come close several times. A few times there, i thought for sure I was going to go over the edge, punishment be damned!

Thankfully i Was able to hold it off and get my mind back on my service. Master-Sir likes to tease me verbally while fucking my face. He will ask why I can’t have an orgasm (He forbids it, that’s why)—asking if I want one or if I am close to coming after being used (Hell, Yes!!).

To answer a question, I am allowed to take His cock out of my mouth. Otherwise, i am to be sucking and worshipping his cock until He is done using me.

With the New Year, there are some household changes. Our friend, Master Chad, has decided to get married. So He is trying to stop using me for His cum dump. I guess fucking me is an addiction. He has used my mouth several times at work. But that’s it.

If He comes over to the house in the morning, He will put the plug in my ass and help me pick out what to wear to work. Unfortunately, He stopped fucking me before inserting the plug. Then at work, maybe during lunch, I will get a call to see him in a suite He is working on. There I will give Him a blowjob. Even that will end.

Master-Sir has told the men who get to use me that they can still use me as rough as they want. In fact, He wished they used me more and rougher. Seriously, I need some release! But no matter how much I beg and plead to stop, they will keep using me until they are done. I am there for THEIR use and desires, not mine.

If, by some chance, I do have an orgasm while being fucked in one of my holes, I am to let my owner know immediately after. If He finds out from them, the punishment will be twice as hard.

My Boss was the first to try that. He was fucking my pussy in the conference room as he was fucking me, and I was moaning. Wanting to cum badly. Begging Him to let me cum.

He teased me by asking me questions as I tried to push the feelings out of my head. He asks me why I can’t cum. (Master’s orders, Sir) And what happens if I do have an orgasm while being used ( I get punished, Sir.) More verbal humiliation while being fucked. His words kept reminding me that I couldn’t have what I wanted.

Then to feel the reward of His cum in my hole, I smile as I turn to put His cock in my mouth for cleaning. Knowing I made another man happy and that I obeyed my owner by not cumming.

In any event, I do love my life.

Thank you for reading and for being my friend here.

Welcome 2023

January 2, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

December 31, 2022, The last night of the year. For us, it’s a special night. Master-Sir and I have always spent that last moment of the year alone, together, His cock in one of my holes as He/we watch the fireworks on the Las Vegas Strip.

I knew the night itself would be different this New Year’s Eve. My role in the events was going to be different. He was punishing me still. But I knew in my heart; He would not take this tradition away from us.

I hadn’t been allowed to have an orgasm in almost two weeks, and I was going crazy with a desire to serve. When I am in orgasm denial, I get more submissive. I know that makes no sense, but it’s true.

Add to that; He told me when He gave me my punishment that on this night., I would be allowed only one orgasm. No matter how many people used me or how often I was teased, I could only have one release..

During the day, many plans changed at the last minute, and it ended up that a lot of our friends were going to be at our house celebrating.

Before things started, Master-Sir put a butt plug in my ass and then allowed me to wear a black lace chemise. A mini teddy. It was short, and if I moved too much, you saw my ass and pussy. Not that it matters, they were always there for abuse. My boobs barely fit the top, yet it all made me feel sexy!

I was nervous if I could go the night with only one orgasm or if I was going to earn another punishment. As the guests started to arrive, my worries started to go away. Another fear came into my head.

As they entered, I was instructed to kiss their feet as I removed their footwear, then welcomed them into the house.

Once everyone arrived, Master-Sir welcomed them and then told them I was there to be the house servant. Whatever you want, I will serve them except for no insertions into my holes. Yes, there was a moan from all. My mouth was available for use, but the other two were off-limits. My pussy was open to being teased and toyed with. But no insertion.

Knowing my situation, He let them know that His goal for the night was to give me as many orgasms as possible before the new year. After midnight, I will be on orgasm denial!

His words fueled my need for submission and my desire to serve while feeding my fears of humiliation.

I spent the next 4 hours serving drinks, preparing food, and passing out snacks. All the while being stopped and told to stand tall, legs spread while someone played with my clit until I started to shake from an impending orgasm. Doing this while others watched and cheered them on.

I was ordered several times to sit on the floor in front of the big screen, spread my legs and play with myself. Only to be stopped as I neared my peak. I was edged frequently to give them all a better show as I was finally allowed to cum.

When I wasn’t being used, i was kneeling next to my Master, who played with my tits, otherwise ignoring me.

One woman enjoyed having me lick her pussy as others watched several times. As I did, others would come up behind me and play with my pussy, mostly pulling on my clit as I cried in pain. Most men took me to the spare bedroom for a blowjob. In my super sub-mode, I could not swallow the cocks further or suck them harder. Licking their ball sac and begging to be used. They also teased my clit, bringing me to several orgasms.

I was on a continuous high as well as an emotional roller coaster. But I loved every minute of the abuse and the humiliation. I was mad because I could only let them use my mouth, but it was enough to keep everyone happy, and that was my ultimate goal.

Finally, it was close to midnight hour. Master-Sir grabs me by the hair and tells everyone we will be back as He takes me up to the Master bedroom.

Did I ever mention that Master-Sir can do the mindfuck from Hell?

He had me doggie style on the bed, allowing me to see the lights of the Strip. He had me facing the window. Head down, ass up. He removed the butt plug. His cock went into my needy pussy for only a few seconds as I started to purr and shake it to feel it go deeper.

He had me do the work. Pushing my pussy all the way onto His cock. He pushed me forward, and it fell out. He pointed it at my ass and told me to ride it. And I did. I was so hungry I didn’t care if it hurt as I pushed it all the way in with one movement.

In no time, I was moaning and begging to cum. He would pull out and shove my mouth on His cock to clean it, then do it over again. Soon, I was in tears and shaking. I wanted to cum so bad.

He finally settled in my pussy. He held himself in and leaned on my body. I knew it was close to the time. He whispered in my ear to cum now because, as of midnight, there would be no more. WHAT!! No More?

As I felt His fingers pull on my clit, the fireworks started to go off in my head and on the Strip. I know I left a big wet spot on the bed as I came. I closed my eyes and collapsed on the bed as I shook. ( I had to change the sheets before we went to sleep)

He fucked me until the last firework was shot. Then shoved His cock into my mouth one final time as I finally opened my eyes. He smiled, kissed me, welcomed me to 2023, and for me to be ready for a rocking new year!

After a long wet, I was sent back downstairs to clean up and ensure everyone was satisfied—two more blowjobs before the last guest left. I was tired and sore. I have no idea how many times I came. It was too many to count.

Finally, I was allowed to curl up next to my Owner in bed; I was all smiles. Even if I was being punished, I was now in orgasm denial until whenever He decided otherwise.

I’m not sure what the new year will be like, But I know Master-Sir will keep it interesting, and He will make me suffer for His pleasures. I can live with that!

After all this, I was still loving my life, my Owner, and how He knows how to use me.

I hope everyone had a wonderful new years Eve and was able to celebrate it the way you wanted to.

Welcome to 2023!!

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Christmas Memories

December 30, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

My work, my department, and another have an annual Orphans’ Christmas gathering.

This is for those with no family locally to spend the day with. Last year we held it. This year was at another couple’s place. Master-Sir, of course, had me volunteer to help clean the house and prepare for the festivities.

Thankfully, with all that has been happening lately, this was going to be a completely vanilla event. I could relax with friends, knowing i was not going to be used for sex. And because it was vanilla and work-related, Master-Sir even allowed me to wear panties and a bra!

Of course, there needed to be a little kink in there. So before I was allowed to dress, Master-Sir played with my pussy with a medium butt plug. He especially focused on my ignored clit. Getting me very wet and wanting, I started moaning louder than I wanted to as I neared a climax.

Not being allowed to cum, He had me on edge before He stopped it all by pulling it out and shoving it into my upturned and waiting ass.

Reminding me that I was not allowed to remove it other than in emergencies. i could ask others to remove it, but otherwise, I was to wear it all day (and maybe all night)

After I was allowed to dress, we walked to the car. On the ride over there, He played with my clit as He drove. Driving me crazy. It’s been almost two weeks since my last orgasm, and He has played with my pussy almost every day since. Edging me frequently. Then reminding me that I wasn’t allowed to cum.

At the friend’s house, I was eager to focus on something other than the butt plug and my wet panties. But occasionally, I stumbled when I was getting up or walking as the plug would push or turn. Remind me it was there.

Funny, it was a struggle for me not to strip naked as I normally do when I enter the house and start to clean. I had to fight the urge not to get naked! Here, I needed to remind myself these were vanilla people I worked with daily!

When people started to arrive, I was kept busy making sure the coats were hung up (yes, it gets cold in Las Vegas), the drinks were fresh, the trays cleaned up, and all the other little things a good slave should be doing to let the hostess enjoy the event as well.

Master-Sir arrived just before the meal was ready. He kissed me often. When we sat, He held my hand and smiled at me. We were just another ordinary couple showing off our love and affection. That did bring a few comments from coworkers. They liked to see the “other side” of me.

Although I would make sure everyone was having fun and had all their drinks or snacks, I did focus on the men. I kept them smiling and refreshed.

In the back of my mind, I was always wondering if they would want to fuck me if Master-Sir offered me to them. Or if their cock was large or small. Always wondering, always wanting to please, and always wanting to be used.

After cleaning up the last of the dishes, Master-Sir and I returned home. Of course, the butt plug stayed in all day, and I wanted it out ASAP!. the ride home was worse than the ride there. Master-Sir stopped off at 7-11 for some snacks.

Any time i am in the car, my dress is up (panties down) and top open, boobs out. So as he drove, He played more with my clit. Pinching it and pulling on it.

When he stopped at the 7-11, I was open and exposed. Yes, I know it’s a pickup truck. But being topless in public is always a tense situation, regardless of whether anyone could see me. It’s that fear of, if they could see me, the humiliation of being seen topless in public and unable to do anything about it.

I am sitting in His pickup truck, my big saggy boobs open, and I am not allowed to cover them up. A man at the gas pump was at the right height, and He got a nice eye full as He smiled as Master-Sir returned to the car. I know, I blushed as Master-Sir told me.

He finally pulled the plug out at home. I was so thankful to have it out. I really made sure to kiss His feet and thank Him for the honor. I hoped I pleased Him with my efforts today.

The night was spent curling up on the couch, watching holiday movies. Well, He spent most of the time watching movies, and I spent most of my time worshipping His cock. A nice way to end Christmas Day.

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas Holiday and are looking forward to a wonderful new year.

A Forgiving Owner

December 18, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

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!

I Will Be Back

December 7, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

This slave has some issues to deal with, and Master-Sir wants me to take a break from Social media while we work it all out.

Right now, we are heading back to Wisconsin for His father’s funeral. He is also the executor of His estate. So that will take some time to work out.

After that, there was an issue that I created that created a problem for us that needed some time to work out and find a solution.

Thank you all for your love, understanding, and continued support. It means the world to me.

I will be checking in occasionally for emails and updates on my Fetlife profile.

Love

Bitch slave

Friday Lunch with Miss Carol

December 4, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Still feeling the after-effects of last night and Master-Sir fucking Miss Carol, then calling me into the bedroom to clean her cunt of His justices. As well as introducing the real me to her.

I’m guessing Master-Sir was dreaming of her because he woke up with a raging hard-on and fucked my ass raw.

He told me that she would be taking me to lunch, and I was to answer any and all of her questions openly and honestly. And to continue calling her Miss Carol all the time now.

When I got into her car to go to lunch, I opened my blouse and unsnapped my bra. She just smiled. She was asking if that was normal for me. Boy, do we have a lot to talk about!

Yes, I am not allowed to ride in the car without my breast exposed and my skirt up. But for her and her car’s expensive upholstery, I decided to stay covered. She liked my answer.

She started to talk about how everything now makes sense, and she is now happy that it’s all in the open. She smiled and laughed, talking about how she thought it was a cuckquean relationship and wondered if she could be a nasty Cuck.

The idea of a real-life Master with His own obedient slave relationship blew her mind! Telling me it’s nothing like Fifty Shades. Our is better. Well, Dah!

She told me that she had never had a woman go down on her before. Seeing my Owner pull me by the hair towards her piussy kind of freaked her out.

First was that He was pulling my hair. She first saw it as abuse, non-consensual. Then she realized I was enjoying being between her legs and licking His cum out. That was kind of a new turn-on for her.

She really enjoyed how I made her feel comfortable and clean! Asking if I will really be doing “that” each time they have sex at the house. Yes, or at least anytime Master-Sir calls me in. If she desires, Master-Sir will have me in the room, usually facing the corner or kneeling on His side of the bed, watching and waiting to please Him and/or her.

She wasn’t sure if she would like another woman in the bedroom as they fuck. i told her to think of me as His slave, i am there to be silent and let them do their thing. Use me if you need me or send me out of the room. Master-Sir or His girlfriend would occasionally lock me in my bedroom just fo the tease and humiliation of it.

Yes, I explained that I have my own room where I am sent when He doesn’t want me. It’s my little hideaway as well. It’s also where all my clothes are. His bedroom is called The Master Bedroom for a reason!

I also reminded her that He told her last night, i was hers to command. So anytime she is at the house and wants it, I will do as she commands. With those words, she hinted that she was already wet between the legs thinking about it. I smiled.

She asked what I got out of all this? I get a very happy Master. I get the pain and the humiliation that is a turn on for me. And when He uses me, its little rougher and more on the abusive side. As I explained this morning where I was, like other times, i was just there to be used in her place.

What about work? I told her that I call my Boss Mister Tibbs, I always address people as Mister or Miss, unless told otherwise. In private, the people who use me, I call them Master or Sir. So no issue calling her Miss Carol in public.

She asked me what I did for The Pretty Brunette. I explained how I cleaned her lingerie by hand. It was the expensive kind and she needed it properly cared for. Miss Carol asked if she gets that treatment and I assured her if that’s what she wanted, I would be honored to wash her delicates for her. She smiled. “Gowd, Girl, I’m going to like having you around.” I smiled and thanked her. I just wanted to make sure she was making my Master happy. When he is happy, I am happy.

Then I asked her the question that bothered me the most. What was her plan going forward? She assured me that marriage or “anything like that” is not on the table. That there is one other man in her life. An older, professional gentleman she sees and even travels with on occasion. “it’s very casual.”

She was impressed when I asked her for permission to use the ladies room. Then while I was gone, I paid the bill and tipped the waiter.

On the way back to the office, she asked me to show her my pussy. I told her to please stop asking. I am a slave, I do as I am told. She smiled and promised she would try harder. She smiled when she realized that I was really wet. She joked that if she could get out of her pantyhose, she would have me feel her. I suggested stockings and that maybe we could go shopping sometime for her. She agreed and tweaked my nipple as we pulled into the resorts garage.

At the office, I was called into the conference room by my Boss, who had it all closed down and was smiling, He had read my blog about Thursday night, then wondered what we two were talking about over lunch. The whole idea got Him hard again. I immediately got naked and knelt between His legs and unbuckled His slacks. Another blow job for the boss. Two in one day!

I’m a happy slave!

Miss Carol Meets His Slave

December 2, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

The moment Has finally arrived. Master-Sir had decided that last night was the night Miss Carol, His current girlfriend, meets His house slave. Me.

Miss Carol works for the same resort as I do, just in an upper management position. Master-Sir has been hesitant to reveal the real me to her since we both, actually, all three of us, have a lot to lose if anything goes wrong and the details get out.

We used to see each other a few times a week in meetings and office events. . Now it’s more like daily as she likes to visit me to get more familiar with what she thinks is a Cuqueen.

To her, I am a married woman who is monogamous to Him but allows her husband to fuck other women.

I have been as upfront as possible with her that it has been my pleasure to serve as her date planner. I make the reservations, get the tickets and keep him on track.

She enjoys hearing about how my “Husband” fucks me in the ass while talking about her and that I have enjoyed tasting her on His cock when he comes home from a date. She first wondered why He never cleaned Himself up after they had sex. Now she knows.

She was out of town when my family was here, and apparently, from looking at my Owner’s texts with her, they seemed to have missed each other! So last night Master-Sir and her went for a nice dinner, then back to our place for romance. I was working a little bit later than normal to give them some privacy.

Returning home, I found a note on the counter telling me to get naked, be properly clean and bring two bottles of water to His room. “You know the Drill” was how He finished it.

My heart was pounding. I think I was even sweating from the fear and anxiety mixed with the excitement. I have always enjoyed it when Master-Sir would present me to His lover for the first time. But this time, we know each other from work. So its a little scary, but I was also feeling the wetness between my legs..

As I did as I was told, I cleaned my pussy and brushed my teeth. I made sure I was presentable. Then I got the waters He requested, and i always bring in some warm towels. I slowly climbed the stairs, trying to be quiet. But I was sure my beating heart was able to be heard next door.

He knew I was home, so I needed to wait outside His door until I was invited in. I listened thru the door and heard His final grunts. I also heard her moaning as I knew He was filling her pussy with His cum. I smiled knowing that would be my reward.

As nervous as I was, I was also excited. i wanted to see what her ass really looked like and if she was as pretty naked as she was dressed in her professional clothing.

Then fear entered my head. What would she do when she saw me naked? Would she yell or get mad? Tell Master-Sir to go fuck Himself and break His heart?

After it went silent for a moment, I heard a little mumbling, then: “slave, enter.”

As I opened the door and my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Master-Sir had only a candle lit on the nightstand. , I saw her eyes get big and round as she pulled the covers over her body. She wasn’t sure what to do. Master-Sir was smiling at her as He sat on the edge of the bed; his cock was still hard but wet with their juices. He reached for the waters. “Carol, meet my slave. Slave, meet Miss Carol.”

I knelt between my owner’s legs and started to reach for His cock. “Good evening Miss Carol.” was all I could say without stuttering or crying. Without looking at her, I took His cock in my mouth and started to suck it clean. I tried to relax as I enjoyed the taste of them.

I heard Him explain that “This” is why we had all the secrecy and strange responses to your questions. He told her “I own her”—the three words I love to hear Him say.

She made some noises, some half sentences, as he pulled her sheet down, exposing her beautiful body. While talking to her, He reached down and grabbed my hair. He was directing me off His cock and into her open legs. I smiled when I saw the wet spot with some cum leaking out of her beautiful-looking pussy.

I heard Him tell her that “Just relax sweetheart. Let her do what she was trained to do and I will answer all your questions after she is done licking your pussy clean.”

She hesitated to tell Him that she was not into women. “No problem. This is not sex; I don’t have her here for sex. She is here to make sure you are properly clean and relaxed. Nothing more”. With those words and a kiss from Him, she started to relax and open her legs further as I was moved onto the bed and between her legs. Again she questioned, “Your slave?”

Then as I stuck my tongue into her smooth pussy and I had my first taste of her. she moaned a little as I started to clean Sir’s cum out from her pussy. She finally laid back on the bed and fully relaxed with His arms on either side of her as they kissed.

Yes, He is finally getting sex for a beautiful woman and I am in my happy place, serving her as I am serving Him. My nose enjoyed the sexual aromoa of her pussy as I dug my tongue deeper into her. Even after I got His cum out I continued pleasuring her. I realized why Master Sir loves to fuck her. She has a tight pussy.

Two orgasms later, she pushed my head away. I thanked her and kissed my Owner, who told me to go stand in the corner. He then told her an abbreviated version of our relationship. Ending it with “IF” they are to continue this relationship, He explained. She can not say a word about it to anyone. Even afterward, He had hoped she would be kind enough to honor our privacy.

I heard them rustle the sheets as she asked Him if I would lick her pussy clean each time they fucked? He laughed. He told her I am hers to command whenever she is here. She giggled as I was told to leave the room.

A little while later, she came down the stairs. She was dressed as pretty as she always was. She smiled at me, sitting on the living room floor. She looked at me. “Girl, we really need to talk,” I replied. “Yes, Miss Carol. But please, not at work.”

She seemed to like being called Miss Carol. She kissed me on the lips and told me, “Good Night, slave” I smiled and went back upstairs after she left.

In bed, His arms wrapped around me. He kissed me, telling me to expect an email from her with all the details I needed to know about her. I thanked Him and told Him that she tasted delicious!

I feel asleep as one happy slave!

The Smallest I Ever Sucked

December 1, 2022 / slave / 2 Comments

Yes, The Rodeo is in Las Vegas. For the next ten days, Las Vegas goes country! And for me, I get to be used some more by some men from Texas!

For the last decade or so, I have been loaned to a group of old texas men as their maid and slut slave while they are here for the NFR Rodeo.

It started out with four old men, all over 60 years old. With them, I learned never to be fooled by age; the eldest man of the group was close to 70 and had a nice size cock. And let me tell you, He knew how to use it!!

Last year three of the men came. Actually, two were original; the other man was a son. This year, the man who started all this came along with His grandson. Plus, the father-son from last year. If that made any sense!

They come in for the ten-day rodeo. They have a four-bedroom condo near the Strip. Actually two, two bedroom condo is attached.

I am their maid, their sex slave, and the one who runs errands for them. I will cook them a couple of meals, do all their laundry, and clean the condo. Of course, I am naked all the time I am there.

Last night they arrived in town and so we all went out for dinner. The new grandson (Cliff) was thirty years old and looked that corporate look: Tall, lean, nice dress, well built, clean cut “Yes Mama” type. He was “Well married”.

Over dinner, the men were explaining to Cliff my role in their vacation. And how the wives/mothers back home know nothing of my service, and they emphasized that they never will know.

Cliff seemed a little taken aback to learn that GrandDad would step out on GrandMom like that. Especially with a woman “like me.” (heavy set). “GrandMam” was a very beautiful former college cheerleader. You know the type!

Back at the condo, the men were relaxing and talking, I was getting them settled in. Grandpa made sure that Grandson was part of the group and that he would certainly get some use out of the house slave.

Grandpa almost forced me on His son to the point i finally shut the bedroom door to let him relax and do what He wanted to do with me or not do.

I knelt at His feet as He started to sob. I started to reach for His belt buckle when He stopped me—telling me that I would not like what I found down there. Asking me to please not laugh at “it”. I assured Him I wanted to please Him, so not to worry.

As I opened His slacks, I saw pink frilly panties. I didn’t say a word as He let me take His pants off. That is when I saw He was also wearing a cage.

He told me He had a small cock. That women laugh at Him when they see it. After His wedding, His wife made him start to wear a cage so she would not have to deal with it. For the trip, instead of a lock, it had a numbered ziplock tie on it.

He told me that if I were still wanting to try to suck his cock, he would call his wife to get permission to take it off. I assured Him I would be able to give Him a worthy blowjob. That got Him to smile.

They did facetime, and he told her an abbreviated story of why he was calling her. Then He handed the phone to me. After seeing me, she told me she would trust me to remove it and wished me good luck on finding His cock and trying to suck it.

Then I promised my solemn vow to make sure he was locked before I left the condo. And that all i was going to do was give Him a blowjob. Nothing more.

With Him listening, She kept telling me it was not worth trying to suck it. And if I tried to fuck Him, that He’s not allowed, but if I tried, that I would never feel it. Enforcing the fact that His cock is “That Small and totally worthless.”

I have to say, She was very good at verbal humiliation.

He promised her He would be sure to have me lock him back up when I left. In the end, He thanked her for this “treat.”

As I clipped the plastic lock and started to open His cage, He thanked me. It’s been a few weeks since she let Him out of it for cleaning and a wasted orgasm. She has never tried to suck His cock and the last time they fucked was on their honeymoon seven years ago.

But that didn’t make sense to me. They had two children. That’s when He told me one was really His. The second one is another man’s, but he will raise her as His own.

She had packed five plastic locks for the time here. “Just in case” he needed to get out of it for any approved reasons. To make sure he was properly caged every day, He had to send her a pic of his cock in the cage and the number on the lock in the morning and in the evening.

I had to laugh when he told me He would never try to cheat and keep it off all the time. Like me, he told me He could never lie to her. The more we talked, the more He started to relax and to trust that I was there for His pleasure. I was not there to humiliate Him. Instead, I was there to serve Him.

Like me, He had no pubic hair anywhere. Very clean. As I placed m hand on His cock, I started to rub it to get it free it from its confines. But it never really grew., It was still almost immediately after I took the cage off.

But It never really grew. Maybe three inches at most. It was small, like I had never seen before. Mother nature was not nice to this nice man. The thing that got me was how big His sack was. I didn’t realize it could get that big from not being properly used.

When I took His cock in my mouth, I could actually reach part of His sack and lick that as I sucked His cock. Unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately. He did not last very long. Thirty seconds and he started to moan as he shot Hsi load in my throat.. His cock may have been small, but he had a lot of cum for me to swallow!

I feel sorry for these men. I mean, I know it’s a thing. To be submissive and to let your wife fuck around because you are not built adequately. But I hate to see them in a cage. It’s cruel. I know, I sound like an animal lover! But it’s true. Give the mean His freedom, and she should be there worshipping Him no matter how small.

As I licked His cock clean and put it back in His cage, I assured Him I would return and do it again. he smiled and asked if he could kiss me. Only on the cheek. He agreed, and it was a soft kiss.

I left Him to call His wife to tell her what happened and to show her He is back in His cage. I went out to see who was next!

I love my life!

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