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Traveling with my slave

December 18, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

My Owner and I were in San Diego for a few weeks while His girlfriend went thru some medical evaluations.

During that time, I was often given to her neighbor in the condo next to hers. A 70-year-old retired Navy Master Sergeant to use me for his domestic and sexual needs.

When I needed to return to Las Vegas for my job, He offered to drive me back here instead of me flying. Master-Sir gladly accepted the offer.

The day before we were to leave, Master-Sir sent Him a letter about “How to travel with My Slave”. Now that we are both back in Las Vegas, Master-Sir has allowed me to share it with all of you.

Please enjoy and feel free to leave me your comments or thoughts.

Dear Master Sergeant,

I wanted to thank you for offering to drive my slave back to Las Vegas for me. Since you are new to this Master/slave thing, I thought maybe a little introduction into how I travel with my slave will help you understand the benefits of having a slave to travel with.

First, as we have talked about earlier, I do ask that you don’t do anything that would cause undue attention to her or you. Nothing that would cause her to be arrested, injured, or exposed in unfriendly or dangerous manners.

Always Remember This: Never do for yourself that a slave can do for you.

Before I leave, I usually make a list of things I want to bring on the road with us. Snacks, refreshments, etc. Then I will send her to get the car fueled up, washed, and cleaned. If she needs anything at the store, this is when she will get it. Then fill up a cooler of the items I wanted.

Remember, this trip is for your pleasure, not hers. This is all about you. She may ask for something, but you will decide if she gets it.

Let her pack what you want to bring. She will take care of packing the car. The only thing that I ask is if the bags are too heavy and need to be lifted into the car, please do that for her. Otherwise, she is to get everything ready for you.

Before leaving. Make sure she is properly clean and ready to serve your needs along the way. Check for razor stubble in the proper places. Her armpits and her pussy need to be stubble-free. Be careful, her pussy is usually wet and very sloppy. But still, she needs to be inspected and corrected if needed before you leave.

I like to have her dressed in a sundress or something similar. All her holes need to be always easily accessible to you at all times/. As we mentioned before, she is never allowed to wear a bra or panties except for work.

I have her put a towel down on her side of the seat then enter the car naked. Or at least topless until we get out on the highway, then naked. For your pleasure, her legs will always be open for you during the trip.

I will drive when we are in town, and occasionally, I may have her drive in the open road. However, I mostly prefer to keep her on the passenger side where I can play with her pussy along the way or have her play with herself for my amusement.

She is an honest and obedient slave, so I know that she would never orgasm without permission. Plus, as you have already witnessed, she is very verbal when she is allowed to have an orgasm!! No way to hide it.

I like to tease her or edge her as we travel. Keeping her on the brink of an orgasm but stopping her before she has one. Then do it again. By the time we get home, she is so Horney she will fuck anything and everything if allowed.

She is a very intelligent Bitch slave and can talk intelligently on almost any important subject. But if you prefer, just tell her to shut up and she will not say a word until told otherwise.

Please don’t ever worry about hurting her feelings, this is about your pleasure, not hers. She is there to make you feel relaxed and happy.

On longer trips, I like to have her read me any new emails or news items that popped up on my feed.

At fuel stops, sometimes I will have her fuel the vehicle, other times, I will do it then send her into the store for something., Not because we need something, I just want to show her off and let others look at her and maybe see that she is braless, so her saggy tits and hard nipples are visible thru her dress.

For safety’s sake, I usually pull into a rest stop or Truckstop before using her for my sexual needs. Use her then move on.

Remember, she needs your permission to use the restroom. If it’s convenient and you are parked out of the view of most people, she can pee on the grass, like a dog, no need for her to use the restroom.

Note: Please keep her fed and hydrated on the trip. (Water and/or cum is ok)

If stopping to eat, she knows what she can order, and she will tell you what she would like. It’s up to you to order it if you want or to change it to what you want her to eat. She can survive on a salad and water as well as on a sandwich and a soft drink.

Strangers or people we do not know, are not allowed to see her naked nor is she allowed to be used by them for sexual purposes. Topless, is ok in proper circumstances.

When you reach the house, please feel free to use the guest bedroom. Since she has been gone for almost two weeks, the house will need to be cleaned. Do not let her go to bed before all her chores are done and the house is clean.

She is only allowed to use the slave bathroom in the garage. Also, in the garage are the punishment tools if you have a need to correct her behavior or if she has failed to properly serve you in any manner. If she has earned a punishment, please correct her. Then I will do the same when I return.

Yes, I mentioned she is to be used for sex as often as you need to use her. There is no real need to use her for sex if you do not want to. I understand that some men, rightly so, get offended by seeing her saggy tits or her wet, sloppy pussy and are turned off by the view. That is not a problem and I will understand you not using her for any reason.

That should be everything you need to know.

If you have any questions, feel free to call or text me. Otherwise, have a safe and fun trip! I will see you soon

….

To say that He enjoyed the letter would be an understatement. He got an erection as He read it to me and needed to fuck me before we left.

Cleaning Windows

December 16, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

I’m not ready and Master-Sir has not given me the approval to go into detail about family things and medical updates. But I am allowed to give you a little story about meeting The Pretty Brunettes neighbor: Retired Master Sergeant Miller (not real name)

The Pretty Brunnette lives in a high-rise condo that overlooks the ocean. She is on the 12th floor and I was getting claustrophobic, not to mention bored. Just how many times can you clean a one-bedroom condo?

When I was bored, Master-Sir would let me go out walking the neighborhood or hang out by the pool deck getting some fresh air. When I would, I would see her neighbor and we would spend time talking about life and things. It was a nice respite.

Finally, he joked that anytime I was bored, I could come over to his place and clean! Both Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunnette thought that was a good idea.

So one day last week, Master-Sir and I went next door to meet him and see if He would appreciate having a fluffy naked girl cleaning his little homestead.

Ok, I wasn’t naked when we walked in, that would come later. Master-Sir wanted to get the feel for Him, trust, and friendliness. As well, to see what needed cleaning and how bad it could be!

They sat down on the outside deck and in a polite fashion, I was excused and went to get the men drinks. While I also checked out what he had and just what I was getting into. It wasn’t too bad. Not really dirty, more like dusty and unkept.

Master-Sir told me later that what “sealed the deal” was when I was fetching the men their drinks, Master Sergeant said it was nice to see a woman who liked to be helpful in the house. (or something to that effect)

After they talked a little more and I asked what all He needed to be cleaned, He really wanted His windows cleaned. As well as almost everything else, but He was fixated on His windows!

As He and Master-Sir agreed that I would clean His place today, I asked permission to “get comfortable”. The old man smiled and told me “whatever makes you happy little girl” I love old men and their expressions!

I saw as Master-Sir smiled as I walked back into the condo. I started to get undressed by neatly folding my clothing and placing them near the doorway, out of the way.

Getting naked alone is easy. I have found it mentally easier and less humiliating, maybe even humbling, to BE naked in front of a man than having to GET naked with Him watching.

I started cleaning in the kitchen, which apparently reflects on the patio glass because I heard Master Sergeant ask my Owner “Is she naked?” Master-Sir said He had the largest grin on His face when asking the question.

I forgot to mention, the mean smokes. Thankfully only on the balcony. But He took a drag of His cigarette and told my Owner “I can get used to that!”

The toughest part of being a fluffy naked slave is when you present yourself naked to that new person. No matter what I am told, no matter what is mentioned or is intended, that first time they get to see you in all your rolls, and bulges, your saggy tits, and the pussy that sits under it all, it’s a scary moment that makes me want to run and hide from it all. Scared to know what their reaction will be.

Yes, I know, 99.999% of the time, because I am there with my Master, it’s positive or at least an acceptable positive reaction. But it still doesn’t stop my lifelong fears and flashbacks from all the negative times in my life from kicking in and me wanting to cry.

So when I grabbed two fresh beers for the mn, I walked slowly and fearfully out onto the balcony. It was a warm, sunny feeling, yet I felt that doom and gloom feeling as I knelt to hand HIM the first beer, then the other one to my Owner.

I tried not to look either men int he eye for fear that I would start to cry. But nothing was said of my being naked, just a “thank you” from Him for the beer.

Master-Sir pointed to the floor next to Master Sergeant’s seat, wanting me to be there as He officially introduced me not as His wife, but as His slave. Master-Sir emphasized the term “Obedient slave”

The man with his curly grey hair and scratchy looking mustache, smiled as He took another puff of His cigarette and repeated what he said earlier. “I can get used to this”.

It was like a kinky scene out of a movie as He took a drink of her beer,, turned to look at me, smiled, then to my Owner and if He could feel my tits. Master-Sir told Him that he can touch me as much as he wants to.

Without missing a beat, my Owner told Him that He can tell me what He wants and that I will obey. And yes, that means what it means. I was there to serve to please this Retired Navy man in any way that He wanted to be served. His response was simple. “wash my windows, please”

I responded to His command with “Yes Sir, got up, and headed for the bedroom to start my chores and wash the windows first!

Master-Sir came in to tell me they had a nice talk, the old man loved what he saw and he feels safe leaving me alone with him. Make Him Smile” was my Owner’s command!

Once Master-Sir was gone, the old man came into the room, sat down on a chair in a corner, and started to talk. He wanted to make sure I was “Ok” with all this. A common question I guess. And yes, If my Owner is ok with it, I am ok with it.

He asked how I felt having to be told to clean a stranger’s apartment, naked? Again, a common question for me. The cleaning is easy. It’s being naked in front of someone for the first time is scary. Not sure if they like what they see or if it is upsetting to see all my naked fluffiness? Either way, I am there to clean and to serve and I will do what it takes to please him.

He told me not to worry, He has seen worse. No filter with this man!!

He was a bit surprised that I had no issue cleaning windows naked with the whole world able to see me. I smiled and said I am naked, I am on the 12th floor! Who will see up here?

As I moved to the living room, he mentioned that my “husband” said that he could use me. I properly asked him if he could call him my Master, not my husband? He agreed, since I called Him Sir, He can call my Owner my Master. Ther He smiled again.

What exactly is meant by “use me”?

When I am asked that question, part of me, outside me, smiles. I love to explain that I am proudly owned. I am naked to make sure they know I am not them. I am there for them to use me to do what they want me to do.

I feel proud that I have a man, a real man who knows who I really am and He knows how to fill that strange need inside of me.

I like them to know not to let society prevent them from just being them. To have me do for them what others don’t do or won’t do. I don’t want them to feel like they are offending me by telling me what they want me to do. Because the answer will usually be “Yes Sir”. Rarely would I ever say “No” or “please ask my Master”.

Letting them know that, is actually released for them. They may begin to understand that I will not be offended by what they desire or what they ask of me.

But inside, I am feeling absolutely humiliated, maybe wanting to the point of wanting to cry. And that is a weird good thing/bad thing. because I am announcing to them that I am not like them, I am not human, I am just this thing to be used for their pleasures. I mean, who does that? it’s demeaning and goes against everything we were taught growing up.

Yet, the humiliation feeds into my love of my Owner and my need to please Him, to please them. I want to please them. It’s in my nature to want to please them to my core. Even if that means having them use me for their sexual needs.

That leads me to the times I have to laugh at myself at how easy it is for me to kneel in front of a man without a pause or a question of why am I doing this? and ask them if they want a blowjob? or to tell them they can fuck my ass if it pleases them. Knowing they probably never had anal sex before.

It’s just as simple for me to ask if you want sugar with that coffee then turn around and let them know “three holes, no waiting” and never even blushing doing it!

For Him, a blowjob. I think it was something He just wanted to get done. To prove to the world that this old Navy man can still do it. I can say that He was certainly detailed in how he wanted me to suck His cock.

He wanted His blowjob with my ass facing the world on His 12th-floor balcony, the reflection in the glass showed him my spread legs and my fingers playing with my soaked pussy while my mouth was orally worshipping his hard cock.

As I went to stand up, He stopped me. He wanted to kiss my nipples and squeeze my tits. Then tell me “Get back to work” As He gave me the command, I could hear Him say it as he meant it for his troops! And I went back to cleaning.

As I was finishing my chores, I realized that he has actually fallen asleep on the balcony! I sucked him off to the point he needed to sleep!

An Interesting Observation

December 10, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

It’s been an interesting couple of years as The Pretty Brunette’s view of me has gone from “who the hell is she and when does she move out? ” to now where I serve her almost as if she was my Owner and I do it all with a loving smile.

When she is here, this is her house and she sleeps in the Master bedroom with my Owner while I am sent to sleep in my bedroom. They are the image of the perfect couple in love who just happens to also have an obedient, naked household slave.

As I wrote previously, she was here for Thanksgiving and had some health issues that she thought needed my attention. That led to my Owner finally driving her to her home in San Diego.

Then on Wednesday, my Owner, had me fly out to stay with Him in her condo while He is helping her with the doctor/clinic visits and testing. I thought I was going there to help comfort and support Him, to be His slave. Now I have found my heart and my mind thinking more about and worrying about her than about Him (sort of). I am worried about her more so than just my Owner’s girlfriend, but as someone that I truly care for and love. As if she was a member of our immediate family.

I have never seen “us” as a Male/Female/female relationship. Just a Master/slave/Female relationship. That was until now. This time here has given me another perspective on who we are.

What I mean is that I can feel the pain my Owner is going thru, as some of the tests are coming back and they are not good. I am here for Him and to help comfort Him if needed. Yet, It’s not just His heart that is breaking, but I am realizing mine is as well.

Partly because it is hurting Him, but now I am also hurting for her and wanting/praying for her to be better. Not just because she is my Owner’s girlfriend, but because she truly is an important member of our little family.

Now when I say this has been and still is an interesting journey for me, it really is. This incident has opened me up to another new way of seeing my life and my service. As well as realizing that my heart is attached to another person…

Thank you for letting me get this off my mind and into the universe….

Not What We Had Planned

December 8, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

If you are wondering why there was no follow-up to my last post about Thanksgiving, there is an explanation.

Right now, I am actually in “sunny” San Diego with my Owner and His girlfriend. The Pretty Brunette.

Thanksgiving was supposed to be spent serving a delicious dinner they cooked and i served to several of our favorite friends.

Instead, Master-Sir woke me up in the early morning ( I was sleeping in my bedroom) and asked me to do Him a huge favor. That alone scared me because He never has to ask me to do anything, especially as a favor. I am HIS slave and I will obey as He wants.

The Pretty Brunette was not sleeping and having pains and menstrual cramps, but she knew it was not time for her period.

She has learned in the many times she has used me for her personal pleasures, that she enjoys and can relax much easier when she has me worship her pussy.

She said that having me lick her pussy helps her sleep better!

I actually felt honored and privileged to be of service to her and happily crawled onto the bed and between her soft long legs. Thanking her for the honor to serve.

She was in pain, yet gave me a smile. As I parted her lips and gently put my tongue into her, she started to relax and straighten her legs out. Something Master-Sir said she couldn’t do all night.

I could feel Him sitting beside me, petting my head and my back. Getting me a little bit wet as I focused on her. Talking sweet things about His two favorite females in one bed.

Between her legs is where I spent most of Thanksgiving day. She would drift in and out of sleep and I kissed, massaged, and licked her pussy all the while. Stopping only to use the bathroom (with permission) and to get refreshed..

Master-Sir at one point, could not hold back and fucked my pussy while I was in the right position, knees up, ass facing Him, me licking His girlfriend’s pussy. I felt a little guilty enjoying that pleasure while she lay in pain.

In response to it all, she was actually getting wet as He was telling her how it felt and what He loved about seeing her, me, and Him in a train…

That was the only time her pussy responded to my worshipping. The rest of the time I knew I was doing well by her moaning or her sleeping.

As the day went on, I was told to go join the others for a hastily prepared meal and some time to be with Master-Sir and friends. But my focus was always on her.

Master-Sir tied to talk her into going to the ER, but she would tell Him no and she meant it.

By Friday, He had enough and drove her to her place in San Diego. By that time, she was able to get up a little bit and walk around. By Monday, He called to tell me she was back to her old self again. But Tuesday she fell was back to being curled up like a ball and moaning in pain.

Yesterday, I was told to fly out here to take care of them. She was going into the hospital for tests. Master-Sir was/is a nervous wreck and her condo was a disaster by my standards. So I am kept busy cleaning, serving, and worshipping as well as worrying and wondering.

Thats where I am and why I may be a bit quieter for the next few days.

I just wanted to catch up with you because some of you were asking about my Thanksgiving follow-up…

Thanksgiving Weekend Begins

November 24, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

The long holiday weekend began last night. Master-Sir and I were watching a movie. Well, He was watching, I was his footstool. Then she called. The Pretty Brunette.

Master-Sir had me move further into the open area, still in a doggie-style position. My legs apart with my head on the floor. or better explained, ass in the air, face in the carpet. I also reached between my legs to feel if I was wet enough. I started to play with my pussy just to make sure it was properly for Him to use.

He put the phone on speaker so that He could talk with her while He fucked me. I was there in place of her as they began their talk that I knew would soon turn sexual. He kept talking while I heard His pants open up, I could hear her doing the same, removing her panties. He moved quickly to get His jeans off.

When I am His fake pussy, I am not allowed to make a sound. I am there to be a wet hole to fuck. I quickly felt his fingers push into my pussy followed by a wet finger entering my asshole as they talked about when she was to be here tomorrow. He promised her the house would be ready for her by noon, no problem!

Casually they moved from her travel plans to Him fucking her (my) pussy. The sex talk got steamy and hot quickly as I felt His cock into my pussy. It felt so good and I hoped He would stay there. Normally He starts there to get wet then shoves it hard and fast into my tight ass.

The more He talked, the more she started to moan. i could hear her vibrator. Then He grabbed my hair and pulled me back so His cock was all the way in me. I was starting to or wanting to moan. It felt so good to be used like that!

I was on His hard cock up to His pelvis. I wanted to scream in agony as well as ecstasy. But instead, I bit my lip and breathed hard as He fucked the sloppy hole without any mercy.

I could feel myself building up and knew I was going to cum, it had been a long time since he used that hole so rough and wonderful. I was wanting it so bad.

Thankfully she was in a hurry and pushed Him to finish as well together as I felt Him unload His cum in me and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he let go of my hair and I dropped to the floor. I put my face into the carpet and my fingers clawed the floor as I silently rode thru two orgasms as He continued to talk sex to her. I felt His slap on my ass, bringing me back to reality. I turned to see Him sitting on the floor and his wet cock still standing tall, needing to be cleaned.

He gave me a stern look as if He knew where my head was and it wasn’t on my duty to clean His cock. But I did as I am trained, even while I was panting like a racehorse after a race!

Once His cock was soft and properly cleaned, I was allowed to go to my bathroom to clean myself up and return to get Him a fresh drink. By the time I returned, they had finished their phone call and Master-Sir was back on the couch.

I knelt at His feet with a new, cold drink in my hands, for Him. I apologized for my behavior and promised I would be better. He reminded me that I would be better because He has no need to fuck me the rest of the week. Plus, for whatever reason, He said, The Pretty Brunette wants to beat my ass just because.

“Yes Master-Sir, I will enjoy that for her.”

He smiled. then told me to get busy getting the house ready for her and our guests who will be here Thursday.

Getting the House Ready For Her

This is always a very mentally humiliating and agonizing time for me. Knowing she will be here, she will be the lady of the house and she will get all His attention. The house will look like they live here as a happily married Man and Wife. Meanwhile, I am just a lowly bitch slave here to do their bidding.

The bedroom is the first place I start. There are a couple of boxes in the closet for the changeover. I remove anything that reminds her of “us” or of me. I am allowed to keep one of our wedding photos on the dresser. Otherwise, the only photos on display are of her, him, and them.

The top drawers of my bureau are emptied out and replaced with intimate apparel she keeps here and I make sure they were all properly hand washed and air-dried.

There is a wooden paddle on her nightstand and one on His nightstand, in case I need an immediate punishment.

The bedsheets are not changed until the day she arrives. Then I change the ordinary bedsheets to the satin sheets they bought together a few years ago. Her favorite scented candles are placed all around the house and especially in the bedroom.

I make sure that there are a couple of hand towels close to the bed and close to the corner she likes me to face when not watching them have sex. The towels are for me to use to clean them up afterward.

The bathroom, her shampoo, cream rinse are placed in the shower and mine are removed. I make sure I have all of her makeup and other toiletries in the top drawer in the bath area. Every morning I will put out what I think ( or she commands) she will need in a clean and organized fashion.

There is a large dog pillow on Master-Sir’s side of the bed, in case she feels generous and allows me to sleep on the floor in their bedroom. Otherwise, I will sleep in my bedroom next door. The one she likes to lock me into at night.

Downstairs. The house has what many would call a masculine feel to it. You can tell a man is the focus of the house decorations. When she arrives, there are several subtle changes I make that give it a more feminine feel. And Master-Sir seems to enjoy the change.

She is a big fan of women’s fashion magazines. (I have never been) So I keep a subscription to her favorite ones and will put the latest issues out on the coffee table for her enjoyment.

We have a separate, bar top refrigerator for the drinks. She has a variety of fruity, wine spritzers. So I needed to make sure I was well stocked with her preferred flavors.

All the proper drawers around the living room, bar, and pool area are filled with condoms, wet wipes, and other things needed in case anyone gets the urge to enjoy a sexual use of the slave or their date. Thanksgiving will be a very vanilla affair. But she just likes to make sure I am on top of the little things.

Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunnette plan to do most of the Thanksgiving Cooking. A couple of the guests have said they would be over early to see if They needed any help preparing the dinner. I will be expected to be doing all of the clean-ups.

SInce Thursday will be a vanilla event, any signs of a dog (or bitch slave) are removed. My food dishes are hidden away. The dog beds I am allowed to use are also put in the garage.

Thinking of the garage, she will be here for four days. So my car is moved out of the garage and parked in the street so that she has a proper place to park. My slave bathroom in the garage will also be properly cleaned and stocked for me to use and for others to see.

So it, like the rest of the house, will be cleaned from top to bottom before she arrives.

The Master bedroom has been changed out. The kitchen and garage have been properly set up. The downstairs guest bedroom and bathroom have been cleaned and serviced. I will need to empty the dishwasher, finish any laundry I have, and then clean and vacuum the rest of the house before she arrives.

Other than His morning urinal and maybe a morning blowjob, I will not be used for any of his sexual needs. I will be there to clean them up and serve them drinks as needed when they have their sex.

On Thanksgiving Thursday, I will be dressed as if I was a real person and behave as if I was their maid. There will be a couple of guests who will have free use of my holes (discreetly) otherwise there will be no sign of a Master/slave relationship.

Half the guests know the truth of our relationship, the other half will see a man and woman madly in love with each other who also have a wife/maid at their disposal. I will be allowed to wear my wedding ring.

All during this time, I will be humiliated by the looks and questionable stares of the guests. I will be shamed by watching Master-Sir and the Pretty Brunnette hold hands, kiss each other and caress each other lovingly as they ignore me. I will always be obedient to my Owner’s commands (verbal or physical) and I can guarantee that my pussy will be soaking wet from how I am being used and abused every single minute of this entire weekend.

More proof that I am a well-loved and well-cared-for slave!!

More to come. But until then,

Have a wonderful Happy Thanksgiving to my American fans and friends!

My Happy Place on Steroids

November 18, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Early last Sunday afternoon, I was at work. It was an easy day as most duties were already done for the start of what will be a very busy week. Most of the other staff had already left. By noon, even my Boss/Dom had left. He was off to my Owner’s private football viewing party.

His bright smile hasn’t left His face since He was told that all my holes were now open and they needed to be well used. As He left, he told me he is looking forward to seeing how the other guys there will be using me.

After I had finished my daily assignments at work, I sent a text to my Owner telling Him His slave was on her way home. Yes, I was now off work, and time to get my head back to where it belongs. I leave the vanilla world and go to my happy place. I become the fluffy full-service slave.

It’s been a long time ( in my book), that I was free to be me. A slave for all purposes, being used to clean up, domestically serve, and sexually satisfy a group of hungry, alcohol-fueled, sports-loving men who are probably also horny for some rough sexual release.

My Happy Place Returns

Master-Sir has changed my routine when I enter the house. I am to stay dressed until I find where He is, then I must stand and wait to be told to remove my clothing. So that He and anyone else in the room can watch and inspect me as I do.

Before this change, I would get naked in the garage and enter the house already naked and ready to serve. This new rule adds a bit of humiliation to my life. Even after all these years, I feel awkward and embarrassed to have to be told to get naked. Verbally humiliated having to remove my clothing in broad daylight for others to see and comment on.

With the 5 men watching, Master-Sir is slow to give me instructions as He sits in His recliner, cold beer in His hand and smile on His face as I look Him in the eyes as I remove first my blouse. I fold it neatly and put it on a table. Then my bra. As my saggy tits are finally released from their prison, I am stopped. Master-Sir has me tell the men why this usually naked slave is allowed to wear a bra to work.

“Yes Sir, my kind Master-Sir has allowed His slave to wear one when I am at work. He doesn’t want me to offend the nice people I work with by them having to see my saggy tits.”

He is happy with my response. My Boss/Dom, chuckles.

Then I am to remove my skirt and to neatly fold it and lay it on the table with my bra and blouse. I return to the middle of the room. Standing tall and feeling my boobs to make sure the nipples are hard. After that, my hands behind my back boobs out. Waiting for my first command.

“Well slave, turn around so we all can see your naked body”. I do as told. Slowly letting everyone see that I am indeed naked. I cant look them in the eyes so I look at the ceiling as I do this.

“Now get your fat ass busy getting us fresh drinks and then start to clean up the mess in the kitchen.” I smile as I reply “Yes Master-Sir” and i am off to the refrigerator to get a fresh round of beers for the men.

Serving. In any capacity, to the people, I love and cherish. Is an honor. To do it naked is just part of how I live and is how I enjoy being. To get the beer, take it to the guest, kneel before them with my legs spread. Nothing is hidden from them as they accept the drink and carry on as if I wasn’t there.

If they desire to feel my wet pussy, pinch my nipples, or whatever, I am there to accept their use of me without comment. If not, I am sent off to do it again for the next guest.

After all of my men have been properly served fresh and the snack bowls have been refilled, i clean up around the room. Making sure not to get in their way of watching the game.

Occasionally I am stopped as one of them wants to feel my pussy or have me get them a bowl on the other table. Otherwise, I am properly ignored.

returning to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess they left trying to make sandwiches and something else for lunch. My men are not always the cleanest of people. But knowing they have a slave to clean up whatever mess they make, they don’t care. Nor should they. That is what I am there for.

Master Chase is the first to come out into the kitchen. He tells me how much He has missed these get-togethers. We have some other small talk before He smiles and asks kindly if I could stop what I was doing and, “well… suck my cock?” As if He needed to ask! I stop what I am doing to kneel in front of Him and smile as I do as He has asked.

That first cock is always a nice reward. it really makes the day real and makes me feel I am where I need to be. To feel His hand on my head as I work my throat up and down His shaft. hearing him moan is my favorite part. Well that, and tasting His cum.

Once He has filled my mouth with His warm reward and I have made sure His cock is cleaned and soft, I will gently put it back and zip Him up. He smiles and walks away without much more than a “thanks slave”. Hearing those words always makes me smile.

In the next couple of hours, I clean and serve them drinks. each man has His turn. Coming into the kitchen for a blowjob. Two of them wanted to fuck me right there on the floor, doggie style. Usually, they would want to go to the spare bedroom and do it “properly”. Not anymore. Tonite’s all about fucking one of my holes as quickly and roughly as possible then getting back to watch the game.

I really enjoy that feeling of desire, of being wanted, being used. To be used for their pleasures only, not thinking or caring about mine. The fact that they don’t have to worry about anything, I am there to fulfill their needs.

Being able to clean the house, serve the beers, and sexually please these men was like being on a natural high. I wanted more, I wanted to do more, serve more, and be used more. This is what makes my life happy and complete.

It is so difficult to explain. If I were not owned, I am sure my house would not be this clean. Nor would I be having this much sex. Who likes to clean a house anyway? But when it is looked at as a command from your Owner, then it’s a different thing. And I want Him to relax and enjoy His well-maintained, clean home that includes a slave to use as He and His friends want.

There is something about serving the people you love and respect. i would do anything for these men if they asked and my Owner approved. I live to serve and I serve to be happy. To see the smile on my Owner is what fills my heart with joy.

When not cleaning up their messes or serving cold drinks or snacks, I was sitting at my Owner’s feet. Kissing and massaging them. Ignoring the game and focusing on them. To make sure no man had to wait too long for service of any kind.

After it was all over, I had properly thanked each man for coming by kissing their feet. I then went back to finish cleaning the house. After all that, I realized that I was pleasantly exhausted. Thankfully, Master-Sir allowed me to lay on the couch next to Him while He watched a movie and massaged my tits, I fell asleep, happy and content.

I am a happy, well-used, and well-loved slave.

Mental Chastity Ends

November 15, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir had me in Mental Chastity for three weeks before He finally gave permission for other people to fuck my holes other than just my mouth.

As most of you know, I am a big girl, fluffy girl and normal charity belts never fit me properly. So Master-Sir just made it mental chastity. Only my mouth was to be used for sexual service. The others were not to be touched without permission.

He has done this almost every year we have been together. usually for a few weeks or a few months. This time, it was only three weeks.

I have learned to deal with it and to deal with the cravings. It’s weird, but when I am in chastity, I crave service and humiliation more. As a service slave, I thought I was at the bottom of the submission urges, but without being used for sex, I go further.

The house is clean, literally from one corner to the other. Hand washed, scrubbed and every nook or cranny has been dusted, moped or painted. Master-Sir’s office is meticulously cleaned, organized, and optimized.

Even at work, I reorganized the office files. When the rest of the staff wasn’t there, I cleaned the desk, chairs, and upholstery.

I can deal with it. However, Master-Sir and Hsi friends love to tease, torture, and edge me on. Tellign me to show them my pussy. To feel my pussy and tell them if I am wet (of course, I am soaking).

They will have me sit on the floor, spread my legs, and hold my pussy lips open while they talk, eat and watch Tv or play cards. Telling me to feel myself every thirty minutes or so and to lick up any juices I may have leaked onto the carpet as I push my fingers deep in to see if I can almost cum.

Master-Sir likes to have me rub His leg with my pussy while He eats or watches TV, He enjoys watching me hump His toes and beg to cum. Of course, I am always denied permission.

Before fucking my mouth in the morning, he will push the head of His cock just far enough to get wet, then tell me to suck His cock. To tease me as He lays back and smiles.

Men love to pull my nipples as I suck their cock. But in chastity, they want to feel my pussy AND pull on my nipples just to hear me moan. To hear me beg them to fuck me, knowing they will say “No” as they laugh.

It was an unexpected surprise when He told me this morning as He pee’d in my mouth, that he will tell the men that my holes are now open to use and to abuse. And that He really prefers them to really abuse them and me while enjoying themselves.

After telling me that I am no longer in charity and that my holes are now open to be used, He saw the smile, and when I was able to, kissed His feet in gratitude. But He had another announcement. My holes are open to use, but He will probably not be using them this weekend.

Master-Sir told me to get the house ready because this coming weekend, his girlfriend will be here. Including moving my stuff out of the Master Bedroom for her to use.

I went from mental chastity to having to be reminded for the next five days, that she will be here and I will be pushed their toy to play with and to serve them.

One Hole Only. For Now!

October 11, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

The slaves were now well fucked and were cleaning up the mess they made as well as the mess their Owners had made during the visit. Then, like that, they were gone.

Master-Sir was tired. He wanted to relax on the couch and watch one of the mindless comedy movies he likes when thinking is not needed. This time, He let Hsi slave lay on the couch with Him after getting the regular footstool propped up under His feet.

I removed His socks, kissed His feet, and was given permission to remove His pants. Slowly kissing my way up to His slowly growing cock. Then to lay at His side, on my side so that His hands could play with my boobs and pull on my nipples as he gave me the instructions to worship His cock, but not make Him cum.

One of my favorite times is this. To be there at His side, feel His hands on my body, pulling on my nipples or just touching, me, letting me know He is there, but to be ignored as He watches the movie.

His cock is to be in my mouth, being cleaned, kissed. His balls need to be taken care of as well occasionally, but the focus is on this cock, in my mouth. As I play with it, worship it, and love it, it grows hard and tall. Proud. But I need to be careful to not make it spurt its reward, or I will be punished.

I was already set for one punishment, I really did not want another. SO I played nice and focused my tongue on the shaft, feeling for any movement in the head, telling me to back away slowly, or else.

Then the phone rang, Master-Sir saw how it was and decided to answer it. I looked up to see Him smile, so I knew it had to be only one of a few people He would interrupt an afternoon like this for their call. And it was Master Chase.

Master-Sir grabbed my hair to pull me off His cock to say hello to Master Chase before being told to get back to His cock. After that, I ignored the conversation. or I tried to.

As they talked, Master-Sir’s cock would get hard and bob. He would pat my head and pull on my nipples.

Then I heard the words “She will be punished tonite before bed” and I started to listen a little more to their conversation.

Master Chase was defending me, or at least what was being required of me. He was not happy when He was fucking me, for me to stop and explain what would happen to her if He fucked me and came in my sloppy pussy.

His defense was “who cares if the slave gets punished, I want to fuck her until I come then get on with my life” and He was right. It was humiliating for me and that was what Mater-Sir was pushing. He has been increasing my humiliation more lately and this, He thought would really push those buttons for me.

Master Chase agreed, but still hated the act of it and having me talk while He was just wanting a wet hole to fuck. Shut up, moan and beg Him to let her cum. Punish the slave later, He didn’t care what happened to me once he was done using me. And isn’t THAT humiliating for her?

He Had a Great Point and my Owner started to agree with Him.

The Anual Decision Gets Serious

Thats when the conversation went in another direction. One that I was dreading because it seems to happen every year about this time and He never explained why.

They talked about me being ignored when The Pretty Brunette is here or other times He has beautiful lady friends to fuck and so He has no use for my sloppy holes.

So He decided to talk about chastity belts. And how there are not any real good ones for “fat chicks”. He started to use that word recently. Not fluffy as normal, just flat-out “fat chicks”.

So He prefers me to be mentally in chastity and He loves how when He does that, I get more submissive, more depraved, and more willing and wanting to do anything just to have her sloppy pussy felt or her holes to be used and abused. Being abused was my preferred term when I was really climbing the walls after a few weeks of not being fucked. Being ignored.

So they went thru the few people who are now wanting to use me and their current situation.

Master Chase is deep in love with a woman who has no issue with Him using “that fat thing” to fuck when she is on her period and she can do blowjobs, but not on command. So He only needs me in a pinch and could go without except blowjobs. He wants His blowjobs.

My Boss/Dom? He may have issues, but daily blowjobs should be ok with Him, nothing more for a while. He likes to feel my tits as I suck His cock, so He’s good.

My Young friend is always up for a blowjob and probably needs to be backed off using me anyway so that He concentrates on His love life with women His own age. So He will be ok not using my other holes.

Master-Sir’s Boss and Son like blowjobs. The Son really loves me to suck His cock. So Master-Sir has no problems there.

As they wrapped up the conversation, Master-Sir has once again put me under restrictions. One hole only until further orders. No cocks in pussy or ass. Finger fuck, toys, watching her masturbate, all ok by Him. No fucking her other holes until told otherwise.

I could feel Him smile as He hung up the phone. Telling me I need to finish Him off as He held my head as He bucked with His hips, fucking my mouth, filling me with His cum as He told me, “Enjoy, No More Pussy fucks for you my slave.”

Now The Punishment Starts

I have not been punished for not stopping the fuck with slave Boi to tell Him my punishment. But now I will be punished for the near future with no cocks in my holes except one, my mouth. Thats it. Thats a pain worse than death. A slow painful death. The last time he did this I think it lasted two months…

Now I am worried. Every New Year’s Eve, we always celebrate as the new year arrives with us watching the fireworks and Him fucking me from behind… Master-Sir has not said if he will still keep that tradition this year, or forsake it for His new punishment for me…

Master-Sir has made His ruling. No cocks for me except in my mouth. end of conversation!

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