If there is ever one person who makes me feel so inferior to be with my Owner it would be her. She is truly a well-put-together work of erotic art and self-dominance. She is a woman who knows what she wants, how she wants it, and when she wants it. So much like my owner. Maybe that’s why they get along so well and can have such long and passionate sex sessions!
From the day I met her, she has been the love of my Owner’s eye and the one who has made me wet with humiliation, degradation, and respect for her authority. If any of that made any sense!
Just for the record. I have never had any desire, dreams, or need to please another woman. Never, nope, no way. Even when previous boyfriends and wannabe Masters would test the waters and talk about bringing on a second female slave or maybe have me find them another female to have sex with, I said “Hell NO” and they left it at that.
Maybe that’s one of the reasons they are “former” masters and boyfriends. As their slave, I get to set the limits without any pushback. Thats not right!
Master-Sir had a female friend, not a real girlfriend from before me. She would play His slave for a weekend or two at a time. But never anything long term before me.
They had sex often, and when I came along, she would like to have me in the bedroom to watch and to humiliate. Then Master-Sir would have me lick and suck His cock clean of their juices. Occasionally He would tell me to lick her clean and I would because He told me to. Not because I enjoyed it. I didn’t.
She knew I was between her legs because I was told to. It was quick, it was efficient, and not enjoyable for either of us. So she started to order me to have warm wet towels waiting for them afterward. I would thank her privately for that.
Where to Start
Once we moved to Las Vegas, he continued to have a steady stream of lovers. Not like a nightly thing, But they would stick around a couple of weeks, have sex. Some would let Him have me in the room to watch or to stand in the corner. Most preferred to have me go to my room or downstairs, out of their way.
One even told me that we had a cuckquean fetish. That was the first time I heard that phrase and when I looked it up, they were right. Except I am not His wife or His lover. I am His slave. His property. I am there because that’s where He wants His slave to be. I have no say in that.
Then one day He called me from work to tell me to be waiting up for Him. He has a dinner date with a new woman. Even as He talked about it, I could tell she was different than the others.
Later that night, He sent me a text. Telling me to be “In my place”. That meant naked, kneeling, and waiting in front of the door when He came home.
He came in the door, told me Hello as I was taking off His boots and kissing his feet welcoming Him home.
Then He took off His pants as fast as He could, grabbed my head, and shoved my mouth onto His still sticky cock. Telling me “Clean it Bitch slave, and like it. She will be here tomorrow night and you will be tasting more of her so don’t you dare embarrass me. I want you to be on your best behavior.”
As I sucked and licked, He let out a moan and sat down, keeping His hand on my head to not let Him fall out of my mouth. I continued to suck His cock until He was hard again then He quickly came in my mouth. Once I was done cleaning His cock, he pushed me to the floor and told me to get ready for bed as He walked upstairs.
Master-Sir had never had that kind of reaction before to any woman. And His rough use of me after a date was very surprising as it really turned me on. I was actually anxious to meet this special lady. But He never even told me her name yet.
Our lives were never the same after that!
She came in as the most confident, beautiful, and lively woman. Holding the arm of my master. She knew herself better than any other person I know. She knows what she wants and she gets it.
As a beautiful woman, she knows a lot of her power is in her beauty, but even without that, she is smart, confident, and powerful. She just had it.
I was in the room the first time he brought her home and they had sex. Hot, loud, and orgasmic sex. She had me stand in the corner and hold my ass open for them.
Why that pose? She thought it was humiliating for the wife to be in the corner. Master-Sir wanted my ass open just to show I am there to serve and to be humiliated. She was right. Then after they both had loud organic sex, they laid on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms and the bedsheets were twisted.
Master-Sir called me to the bed to hand them a cold bottle of water and for me to suck His cock clean. As I finished with Him, she looked at Him and said “What about me?” I felt my Owner’s hand guide my mouth to her cum filled pussy.
That was the first time seeing her beautiful pussy. And I do mean she had a beautiful pussy. It shocked me how I thought about a pussy I was ordered to lick clean.
As she did have very firm and beautiful breasts, her pussy was something else to enjoy. She had it well-trimmed runway and it was all so soft to the touch.
To see my Owner’s juices drip out, I started licking on the sheets, then moved up her thigh before getting to the honey pot. His cum in her pussy. I usually try to be quick about it, but her hand on my head made me slow down and enjoy her movements as well as her low moans.
I remember her complimenting my Owner on His slave’s skills. He told her “She was trained to please me. So she will please you.” I think that gave me more incentive to please her. But I was still doing it only under His command.
After that, sometimes I would be in the room in the corner or on the floor on my Owner’s side. Other times she liked to lock me in my bedroom. Telling me she wanted private time with her lover.
Their nights usually ended with hot sex then me sucking His cock. As He went soft, His hand or hers would just guide my mouth off His cock and into her pussy. It was just one simple movement of my tongue.
Then came the special morning. A couple of weeks or so after first meeting her. Master-Sir was in the shower, she was enjoying the morning juice I squeezed for her. She was laying back on some pillows. She looked at me and beckoned me with her finger.
She smiled as she told me to get over there and start licking her pussy. “I shaved it just for you to enjoy it better”. So I did as she ordered. Knowing it was a new line I crossed. I am there to please Master-Sir and I guessed pleasing her would be pleasing Him. I was right.
She started to talk as I licked and worshipped her folds. She was talking about not liking sex with other women. But this really isn’t sex with another woman, slaves are not women, they are things to use and discard. “Right?” Verbal Humiliation!
Thats the funny thing. In the beginning, she didn’t like verbal humiliation. She liked to be woman to woman. But my behavior, and some small talks between us, I convinced her I am not her equal. and that there is a fine line in humiliation. and to talk with my owner, who has a Ph.D. in verbal humiliation.
Later that weekend, she asked my Owner if she could “use your wench” she wanted to go shopping, but hated carrying all the bags. After all, isn’t that what a slave is for? She was right and I soon found myself driving her to the shopping mall. The high-end stores to watch her try on clothing for me. Asked if I think He would enjoy having sex with her wearing that? More verbal humiliation.
And yes, I even paid for her purchases with my own money and carried her bags as we went from store to store. At lunch, she ordered for me. In the bookstore, she told me her favorite magazines.
She bought all the newest copies, telling me she really should have a second subscription for our house if she was going to spend any amount of time there.
When I told Master-Sir of our day, He ordered me to buy her a household subscription of all her favorite magazines. I smiled and thanked Him for the idea.
The next time she was here, they were out on the coffee table. She was happy and kissed him thanking Him for the gift. He told her it was paid for by me, the slave. She said, “of course, but she is the slave, you are her Master.” He should get the kisses and the thank you. She gets the honor of doing what’s right.
That was the start really of when she started to ignore me. Talk to Him or talk about “the slave” and not talk directly to me unless it involved a command.
Explaining the slave
I remember the first time she spent a night here. I mean from dinner to wake up in the morning. They were going to cook dinner that night. I had just laid out all the ingredients and most of the cooking appliances then went to stand in the corner beside the TV. They were at the island in the open kitchen, the local news was on. Master-Sir gave me the command “Spread”. I reached behind me and pulled open my ass cheeks.
She was amazed. I heard her walk over to me. “May I pet her?” Master-Sir gave her all privileges. “Do what you want. She is there to be out of our way”
“She will stand there, like that until you tell her otherwise?”
“If she doesn’t she knows I will beat her ass”
“But what if we go upstairs. Do we just leave her here?”
“Unless you want her to join us like last time”
I felt her hands touch the side of my breasts.
“My Gawd, she has the largest tits I have ever seen. They sag and her nipples are hard. But she never had kids? She enjoying this?”
The answer was that He never allows me to wear a bra, so the tits sag. Yes, they are big but make great targets for the cane and floggers. And yes, I was enjoying it. He assured her I was there of my own free will.
She was talking to Him about me. Not asking me. Ignoring me. I was now wet. I know I was dripping. But I was enjoying this conversation. I remember burning my nose into the corner even more.
“If you dare, you can touch her pussy and find she is wet. She loves to be properly humiliated”
“I don’t touch women. It’s a boundary issue with me. Living in California, all the guys have girl on girl as a “Must do” when dating.” Nope, not for me. A date killer. Just telling you now.”
“Sweetie. She is my slave. Stop thinking of her as another female. She is not. She belongs to me. A toy for us to play with. Or to ignore, like we are ignoring her now”
Master-Sir began to explain how other women he dated would get jealous of me. They would see me as another female. It drove Him crazy. To them, I was something to compete against. He assured her, I am HIS property. I am not another female for her to worry about.
Then Master-Sir said something that always brings a tear to my heart. “She is my toy. My possession. Think of her as you think of my car. She, like my car, belongs to me. She goes where I go. No Her? No Me? I want you to know. You will see how useful she can be for you. Just relax.” Yes, I belonged to Him in the same way as His car belongs to Him. It’s also paid for and well cared for..
They went on to have a wonderful dinner while I stood in the corner with my ass held open wide and ignored. Afterward, just before He turned the lights down, He told me to clean the kitchen spotless before bringing them some water. And they walked away.
“Yes, Master-Sir” I was so wet and so turned on. i was almost ready to beg to masturbate.
When I had completed my tasks and asked permission to enter the Master Bedroom with the waters, they had already fucked and was laying there, cuddled talking about me. My weight and why He called me fluffy instead of what I am. Fat.
I served them water as Master-Sir pulled back the sheets. Never really looking at me, without a word spoken, I knew where I was to go. First to His cock, then to her pussy.
Master-Sir explained to her, now in detail. I was there as His slave, He was there to be my Master. I was not there because I was sexy or that He wanted me to be sexy. “She is just my slave. Not my arm charm. If I want a real woman, I have you. Real sex and all that lovey-dovey stuff? Thats for you and I, not her.. Besides, Fat is not a word I like, so I call her fluffy” then He kissed her.
The Issue of Weight
Since day one, he made it clear. I am to lose weight. No issue, no set guidelines. But if I gain weight, I will be punished. 5 lashings for each pound over my last weight. I weigh myself almost daily.
She learned humiliation
She was still arguing with herself about how wrong it is for her to be humiliating another woman. Especially one married to the man she was fucking. Something she had never done before. Knowingly fuck a married man. yet, here she was and I was there wanting her to have sex with Him.
It took a while, but she started to see more and more how we lived and loved. That I was not looking to be treated as her equal, as a woman. I saw myself as what I was, His property. The lowest person on the household totem pole. She was above me in all respects and that is how I wanted it.
She was thrilled to find out that I had my own bedroom and that she could lock me in it if she wanted to. There were times when she would come in, wake me up, and have me lick her pussy clean.
As she laid back on my bed, dripping cum and juices, I would make room and move for her, then settle between her legs and into her wet pussy. She was telling me how she and my Owner had passionate, hot sex (as if I didn’t hear) She fucked my Owner then sucked His cock clean. Knowing that’s a favorite part of my service to Him, to them, to suck His cock clean after they had sex..
Each time she did that, she would get up to leave and tell me “Thank You Bitch Slave, Good night and sweet dreams. ” Yea, ok! More humiliation.
I actually came to love servicing her. Just to spend time between those legs just because she was there, on the couch or on the bed, reading., I would ask permission or she would just look at me, smile, and part her legs. I knew what I was to do and I smiled as I knelt down between her legs.
Over time, she saw that we had a unique love. I loved Him for being my Owner and taking care of me as His property and that I loved Him for being my protector and my Master.
She was worth every penny
As I said, she was a beautiful woman. She walked with beauty, she spoke with beauty and she radiated beauty. I fell in love with serving her.
Her long hair was always silky soft, shiny, and she was a real brunette. So I called her The Pretty Brunette in my blog.
Master-Sir is 6-2, she is 5-10. Soft feet, always in heels. Legs from heaven. Perky 32C breasts. all-natural with very small, light-colored nipples. Toned and very tight ass. She said she shaved her pussy bare in order to make it easier for me to lick her clean.
I always hand-washed all her lingerie. If she was gone for an extended time, she would bring them all to me to wash. Her bra and panties were from a special store in LA. (not cheap!) I would also shine her shoes before she left here to go back to San Diego where she lived.
For her longer stays here, I would take her suits, blouses, and skirts to the cleaners for her. If it was for her, I always paid for it myself. She was here to make my Owner happy, and he was always so happy when she was here. So it was my pleasure.
The lady at the cleaners I use isn’t sure what to make about me. She was a bit shocked when I explained these clothes were not for me. She could tell it wasn’t something I would normally wear. So I told her they were for my Owner’s girlfriend. She never asked again. Other than a comment like “She’s back in town?”
Classy Lady
Everything she did was first class all the way. She drove an expensive car that I would have washed and cleaned if she was here for any length of time. She always left with a full tank of fuel for her long drive. As well as a freshly packed snack bag.
No Walmart for her. She insisted that I remove any traces of “us” in the bedroom and the house before she arrived. One wedding photo was allowed in the bedroom on the dresser.
The bathroom was all her name-brand supplies. She and I had some of the same and that could not be. So I was told to go cheap on these items.
I did something bad. Since I am not allowed to use the bathrooms in the house, including the master bath, I have my own “slave” bathroom in the garage and she would never see what I used.
So I put my good stuff in the bottles of the cheap product. Except for perfume. if I wore anything, I had to make sure it was not anything like what she was wearing. Sorry, Master-Sir!
After about a year of dating, she was firm in her ability to humiliate me the right way. She made it clear to me before she arrives, I was to make sure the house gave off the impression that She and my Owner were an item. A loving couple who happen to have a live-in slave.
It Worked!
The one thing I am asked about is my wedding ring. In reality, it’s a men’s engagement ring. Just a wide silver band. No diamond. That was my idea. Once I realized who I was, I wanted that life of a slave 1000%.
To me, no real slave would wear a fancy diamond ring. Something that showed she had caught her man. I wanted to show that I belonged to someone and since wearing a steel collar wasn’t going to work all the time. The silver band did.
In closing
I say all of this is not in memory or anything like that. It’s just something I felt needed to be said. Some feedback from a post I made on Fetlife sparked the idea. Some questions were asked and this is the result.
The Pretty Brunette is now back living with her family in Boston, seeking proper medical attention. Master-Sir and I have to face the fact that she will probably not be able to return in the near future. We wish her all the best of our love.
To remind her that She is a well-loved lady – I want nothing but the best for her. She will always have a place here with us.
With Love
Your Bitch Slave