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That Cock and The Awful Cage

October 9, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Last night, Master-Sir invited Mistress over for a nice dinner and asked if she could bring along her slave, affectionately know as”slave boi”

Slave boi is not only a good friend of ours, He and I occasionally get to enjoy each other’s company performing as slaves for our Owners plus some added benefits as slaves!

The problem is that I have an issue with His Mistress and her treatment of Him. More specifically, His cock. She keeps it caged. She has two keys, she has one and I have one.

I know, it sounds silly, a slave with a key to the cock cage of a slave. But my sloppy pussy is the only pussy he is allowed to fuck. To me, that’s so sad and so wrong.

Actually, that’s the problem. He has a beautiful wife and a wonderful marriage where she is the boss and obviously He is the slave.

I have never enjoyed men who want to be the slave. I see almost all men as the Dom in a relationship. But that is my problem and I will deal with it.

It’s like a bad movie with the wrong players. In my world, I would have Him, that tall, dark, handsome man who just reeks of masculinity, as the Dom and deny her His magnificent cock. While she, the ultimate beauty slave is held in chastity.

He is dom in a professional setting. Then she comes around, suddenly He is a mouse. The not-so-manly man. Yet He still carries Himself with dignity and professionalism. While maintaining that polite, yet firm personality that would make almost any other woman fall to her knees to beg for His whip.

But, unfortunately for my dreams, He enjoys being her “boi”. She will dress Him up in a feminine way, pink Tutu is her favorite form of humiliating clothing then have him serve whoever she is entertaining while walking around in that hideous thing.

Then there is His prized possession. or it is to me! His cock. When we first met the couple, they were a normally frustrated professional couple having ordinary, vanilla sex with a little bit of kink.

The first time he fucked me as a vanilla man using a sex slave, I was in heaven. With the stars shooting, the flashing lights, and the feeling of a rush like I just took a hit of cocaine or something. It was that good! And it always is to this day!

I could not imagine why this couple was having the issues they were telling us. She was beautiful beyond belief, intelligent and in an upper management role, as He was. He was the Prince Charming we girls read about growing up.

Yet, they were having marital issues. Why? We discovered He was a closet submissive and she was a frustrated, ultra dominant female. So we helped them open up and ultimately created the loving monsters they are today!

End of a Dry Spell

It’s been a few weeks, maybe even a few months since the last time we met as a couple. I take my car to the car wash He manages and while the car is being detailed (or after), He is allowed to take me behind the wash and fuck me.

That is after He texts her and I open up His cage.

And again, I come back to that cock. He fits, even in my sloppy old pussy, He can fill it just right. But I first must remove His cage. Yes, She keeps it locked up in a metal cage while she goes off and fucks other, less worthy cocks.

Ok, maybe I need to reword that because she likes my Owner’s cock and that’s certainly worthy of her attention. But this one, the one she locks up, is so beautiful when standing erect and can bring a girl, even a slave girl like me to amazing, earth-shattering orgasms. Yet He only gets to get out of that thing a few times a year.

Like Thursday night, after He and I served our owners a wonderful dinner. He is also a master griller BTW! After cleaning it all up, He was told to lay on the living room floor, I was told to remove His cage than to casually fuck His cock.

With one stipulation, it was reverse cowboy sex. He could only see my back and fat ass, while I faced forward. Me facing the couch where she was giving my Owner a loving blowjob. Something she knows I hate to watch.

Worse yet, I was to do the fucking, he was not allowed to move. Then Master-Sir reminded me what will happen if I let Him fuck me to completion. I will get punished. But for this cock, I would accept any punishment in exchange for the orgasms I was about to receive!

So her sucking my Owner’s cock in front of me was not as bad as it could have been. Had I not been enjoying the feeling of my wet sloppy pussy getting filled up with His tall, solid cock.

She laughed when I first removed His cage and His cock came to life immediately and was standing at its full 8-inch fullness in mere seconds of its release. He was wanting this as much as I was.

Again, in another world, This man’s cock would be free to get hard anytime.. He could be fucking the tight pussy of His Mistress nightly and that is what I wish for Him. In another world, like for my Owner, my Pussy should only be for emergency use only. Not to be used for loving, romantic sex. Just pity sex. This was not pity sex.

But here He is, actually wanting to fuck MY pussy because he knows it’s the only pussy this beautiful pole will ever get. And that’s such a shame.

His Mistress likes to tease Him. Oftentimes, he will tell me how she likes him with the cage on. she will milk His prostate until He spurts into a tissue. Never being allowed to get hard.

He has learned it is best not to get hard in the cage. It’s less painful to let your body do what it needs to do to get the release she is offering. To cum, any way He can is a reward He truly relishes and looks forward to.

So after she is done with my Owner and I have felt the last of His cock spurt His precious cum into me; She wants to switch places. Me to clean up my owner and for her to sit on her Boi’s face to let Him lick her wet pussy to an orgasm while telling him how wonderful it was to suck a “real’ man’s cock.

That scene alone, made Him get rock hard again. Something she chastised Him for and “made” me fuck Him again. smiles!!

I enjoyed being forced to ride that cock again. This time, She stood over Him, berating Him. Telling Him to hurry up, she wants to go home and have Him run her a bath.

He also needs to hurry up and get soft so that I can get that cock back down to size so she can put that awful cage back on with Him having no idea when or if she will ever again open it up.

I had a difficult time not crying as I saw Him look at me as I put the locks back on and kissed it thru the metal, wishing to do it again soon.

Unfortunately, after they left, Master-Sir informed me that my punishment is worse than I was expecting….

The No Pussy Rule 2021

September 24, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

After the Labor Day weekend, I was and probably still am trying to process all that has happened and what it means for me as His slave going forward. I promise to get it all out here in time!

I really do enjoy it when a man wants to uses my pussy for His sexual pleasures and He fills it with His reward. I know it’s not a pretty pussy. Even being bare, it is still not a sexy thing to look at.

It’s sloppy, not so much from being overused, it’s just that it’s like the rest of me, not skinny, not tight in all the right places. So why should my pussy be any different?

From the men who have used it, they like the feel of its wetness and that they can be as rough as they want when fucking it without any worry. I will take the abuse.

Master-Sir does offer them my other holes to compensate for my pussy. My tight asshole is popular as well as my mouth. Many men don’t get that offer from their wives or girlfriends. So they take it when they can get it!

The men who know, they know my pussy will be wet and ready for them to use, so they can shove their cock first into it to use my juices for lube before they attack my ass.

So if they do decide it is my pussy they want to fuck, I feel extra grateful for their use.

Yes, I know, I am blabbing. Get to the point Bitch Slave!

Master-Sir fucked my pussy late at night on Labor Day Monday. Talking about the other three men who did it as well at the party we were at. A vanilla party with the people I work with.

As He pulled His cock out of my pussy, dripping with our juices, I bent down to take it in my mouth to clean it, He told me that He hoped that I enjoyed them. “It will be the last pussy fuck you will probably have for very a long time.”

FYI: I had a very difficult time sleeping after being told the new rule.

Master-Sir has a habit of teasing me and limiting the use of my pussy for a few weeks or a couple of months at a time and it’s usually right about fall time. Not sure why it’s then, but it seems to be the normal..

I think it just that New Year’s Eve is the one night we have the most romantic fuck while watching the fireworks over Las Vegas. It’s our tradition and it has never been missed.

So there is the weeks or months-long tease that ends on that one nite when He really fucks me hard and happy in my pussy. Making me, allowing me to have as many orgasms as I want. All that pent-up emotions, weeks of denials, and such, makes for a very magical night….

New Rule For Pussy

This time, He upped the rules. He changed the requirements for His slave to obey. Putting me in a position of disobedience that I can not control, thus I will be punished for something that I could not stop.

As with the other changes that are being implemented into my life, this one has more of a humiliation factor to it. Something I have come to love from Him, yet hate how it happens! But it will keep me very wet between the legs.

When I am given to a man to use me, if His cock goes into my pussy,. I am to ask Him kindly to please not cum in my pussy or I will be punished.

In my world, that’s not a really big deal because most men never use my pussy other than to lube their cocks before shoving it in my ass. I get it and I am used to being used like that. At least they are kind enough to use natural lube before raping my tight hole.

But when you add that I now have to ask them, verbally tell them while they are fucking me that if they continue to use my pussy, that I will be punished if they finish in that hole.

It becomes the ultimate mind fuck for both of us. I have to stop and focus on what I am supposed to say and they get to know they can get me in trouble by enjoying my sloppy pussy.

It’s not stopping them from fucking my pussy, in fact, since this went into effect, I have had two punishments because they felt it was a nice challenge to see if they could do it or not.

This is Master-Sir’s way of adding self-verbal humiliation to my life. He enjoys teasing me because He knows that after I tell them what may happen if they continue, they may use my pussy a little bit longer just to tease and torture me before pulling out to go elsewhere.

Give a man a challenge, and He will most likely go for it! as it has happened, two have decided to finish in my pussy instead of my ass just to see what will happen.

Now for those of you not used to my lifestyle, let me tell you that this type of humiliation and teasing, has kept me wet pretty much 24/7 since the rule went into effect!

I love being His slave, His toy, and I will obey any rule He has for me, no matter how humiliating. I love Him and I live to serve Him.

With my Owner’s current stable of hotties, I see no reason for Him to end this by New Year’s. He has nothing to lose.

For everything that has happened this month, I see Him ignoring our NYE tradition just to keep me wanting, begging, and dripping.. To see how long He can hold out and I can stay sane.

I thank you for your thoughts, questions or comments?

Freaky Friday

September 5, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

if I can say anything about the extended holiday weekend, is that Friday was the day that set it all in motion and kept things getting better and better. or worse and worse, depending on how you look at it!

Master-Sir had informed me the night before that he and Miss Lisa had an early morning breakfast meeting with The Boss, so I need not worry about making breakfast.

That made for an unusual morning routine for me. I got up and headed down for my sheer and cleaning. Miss Lisa was already awake and going over some of her notes. As I approached her, Master-Sir came out from the office holding His coffee cup as well.

They both wished me a good morning then turned to get back to their work. Master-Sir informed me that I needed to get into the shower because They would be driving me to work today. Oh yes, The Pretty Brunnteet was sleeping in, so I need not worry about her.

Miss Lisa had asked about me cleaning her bedroom and Master-Sir told her “shower first”. She agreed. I headed into the garage to get my bathroom morning bathroom routine started.

Feeling the hot water hit my boobs, actually felt good. Having not been used for a couple of days, left me wanting and horny. Touching my nipples under the water made me smile and wanting for more. But I knew better and finished my shower and shaving.

As I dried myself off, Master-Sir came into the garage and startled me. He was holding His fresh cup of coffee, I could tell by the steam. He was silent as he stepped into me and pushed me to the floor smiling.

He took out His cock and told me to “Drink slave”, the code word for “I’m going to use you for my morning urinal”. I wrapped my lips tight around His cock as I felt the warm, tangy taste of His pee hit my throat as I started to swallow and get it over with.

As He finished up using me, He stopped and held my head, then started to fuck my mouth. He pushed me around so that my head was against the wall and His cock was all the way in my mouth as it got hard. I had no room to move, not that I wanted to.

He was in no mood to be gentle as He drank His coffee and punished my mouth with his rapid fucking until I felt Him stand a little taller and started to moan. My reward filling the back of my throat was worth the pain and agony. His cum tasted delicious and I was hoping for more.

As His cock went soft, He told me “that’s your breakfast, now get in to clean Miss Lisa’s room and then get dressed for work. She said she wanted you in green something or another” and He zipped His pants and walked away.

I was wet, my mouth was sore, my pussy was even wetter than before and I was abandoned, horny, and excited. .

Miss Lisa’s room, the guest bedroom was a mess, but I quickly got in there and cleaned it back to normal, and made her bed before heading upstairs to get dressed for work. Not before being stopped by Miss Lisa to refresh her coffee.

As I knelt to deliver her coffee, she ordered me to stand up and face the wall for inspection. As I leaned my outstretched arms against the wall, my feet shoulder-width apart, she started to reach around me and grabbed my boobs. Pulling on the nipples. “Keep them erect, slave” she ordered me. “Yes, Miss Lisa” i replied.

Then her fingers found my mound. She rubbed it trying to feel for razor stubble. There wasn’t any, I knew better than to leave any for her. Her fingers then entered my pussy. She complained that I was pretty wet for being first thing in the morning and that she had a solution for that. Then pulled her three fingers out of my pussy with a command to get dressed.

I headed up the stairs with her quickly following. She had already laid out a green and white print blouse with a dark green skirt. Matching green bra. I thanked her for letting me wear a bra.

She ordered me on all fours on the bed. I obeyed. Arms and legs spread wide as trained. My pussy, I know was dripping. I was trying not to cry. I knew she was wanting to humiliate me. She loved her newfound skill while I hated it and I loved it.

She stepped in front of me. She laughed as she saw how hard my nipples were. They were standing out like a bright light in the darkness!

With a big smile on her face, she opened her hand and showed me a large, emerald green jeweled butt plug. “This is going to hurt, but you like it that way, don’t you bitch slave?” All i could do was hang my head and agree with her.

She stepped behind me, I felt the cold metal enter my wet pussy. She commented she needed to hang on to it or it might get lost “up there”.

I then felt the tip touch the opening to my ass. She smiled, her one hand grabbed my hair down my back and she began to pull me back towards her as the other hand had a grip on the jeweled beast as I had no other choice but to let it rape my tight hole. Problem was that I was doing the raping as she pulled back hard on my hair. The pain from the action was felt all over my body as I screamed.

Once it was in, and my tears started to subside, she released my hair and asked “Now what?” She knew the routine. I was to thank her for the honor of being raped by her plug. The plug now fills me and will make it difficult for me to walk normally while I get dressed or when I walk into work.

Thankfully at work, the path from the parking to my office was empty. I felt relieved when I saw I was the only one there as it was earlier than normal. I put a towel I keep in my desk drawer, on my chair, and started to try to focus on my morning routines. It helped a little!

When my Boss/Dom arrived, I followed Him to His desk with a fresh cup of coffee, knelt beside His desk as I told Him of my morning and why I may be walking strangely.

He smiled and had me bend across His desk to lift my skirt to show Him the emerald green monster. His cock was now officially hard.

He handed me the keys to the storage supply room and smiled. I knew what was coming and hurriedly went back there to get ready for His arrival.

I was soon naked, pushed up against the wall as He ordered me to now pull it out to show Him. I did as ordered. it was just as painful coming out as it was going in.

He looked as I cleaned my juices off of it, then presented it to Him. He put it to the side as He shoved me over some boxes, dipped His cock into my still wet pussy. Then fucked me as rough as He could as quickly as He could. He knew and I knew the rest of the office staff was on their way.

As His final thrusts filled the last of His seed into my ass, he handed me the plug and told me to go get cleaned up and back to work. As my Boss/Dom, he said He needed me to be mobile today, so no plug until the end of the day.

I’m not sure what was worse, having the nasty plug be in me all day or to have it with me, knowing that it will be going back in soon and I know it will not be a gentle return. The tease, the humiliation was intolerable all day.

My Boss/Dom knew what i was doing and knew what He would be doing at the end of the day. Those thoughts kept Him hard most of the day. Lunch was spent in a blocked-out suite. He enjoying a sandwich and drink while I spent my time sucking His cock.

Finally, at the end of the day, after everyone else had left, He asked for some advice. He wasn’t sure how to do “this”. I had to be honest with Him and tell Him it would be best if He was rough. I explained how she put it and if He could possibly do it the same way. I wanted this torture over with and get on with my evening.

My Boss/Dom is a gentle man, but has been learning the art of being a sadistic Master. Not sure where He is learning it from, but He is a fast learner!

Knowing what He needed to do, He smiled and indicated he has a problem I will need to fix once He fucks my ass with the plug. His cock was stiff and almost busting out from His slacks!. Thankfully, he took pity on me, and once the plug had found its proper place and I stopped screaming into the cushion, He started to fuck my pussy.

My poor, neglected pussy was getting some attention. i was hoping with the plug back in my ass, that it helped make my pussy tighter. But I think he didn’t care. he was just fucking a wet hole for some much-needed relief.

Like Master-Sir this morning, once He pulled out, I quickly tuned to suck His cock clean and he just zipped up and told me he will see me in the morning. No “goodbye slave”, no thank you. Just a clean cock and He was gone. I was hurting.

In the parking area, Miss Lisa was waiting for me. As I got into the car, she said we needed to stop to pick up some dinner then head home quickly. They had a bad day and my Owner was wanting to beat my ass for some relief.

I never made it into the garage, Master-Sir was there waiting. I guess dinner could wait. After I was tied to the post, he fed me some scraps of their dinner then started to flog me with all he had. That was followed by some caning and some anal play with the plug. Then ended with His cock in my mouth for a warm night cap.

All of this was casually watch by both Miss Lisa and the pretty brunette who sat close by, enjoying their dinner and drinks.

Once Master-Sir had finished, he wrapped me in blankets and let me down into His arms where he curled Himself around me, kissed me as He told me that I was a good slave for taking it. I remember being in pain, but i was also smiling as I thanked Him and that’s all I remember until i woke up Saturday morning.

Your Thoughts??

Thursday with the Ladies

September 3, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

So I finished my Thursday morning cleaning of my Boss/Dom’ apartment. Pretty easy. It’s small and He had no deliveries this week. Returning home, I saw that Miss Lisa’s car was parked on the street. I don’t remember Master-Sir saying anything about her coming down.

I parked in the driveway, as usual, walked into the garage to remove my clothing, and entered the kitchen. There she was, at the kitchen bar drinking a cup of coffee. She smiled and welcomed me home, telling me that The Pretty Brunnette let her in. I had no clue to her being here as well. This is getting interesting.

I welcomed her and asked if she needed anything. She told me no. As I knelt at her side, she told me that she and the Pretty Brunnette were talking. She doesn’t remember how the subject came up, but The Pretty Brunette informed her that she should tell “the slave” to hand wash her delicates for her anytime she was here. As I always do for the Pretty Brunnette.

She said that the Pretty Brunette was bragging about how she brings all her undergarments here for me to clean. saving her the time and inconvenience of doing it herself. I smiled and told her it was my pleasure. That my Owner found it to be a wonderful ay to use me for her and that I would gladly do the same for her if she so desires.

She thanked me then laughed. She told me how The Pretty Brunette looked dino her bag and saw what she had for delicates and decided that “we” ladies needed to go shopping.

Soon the Pretty Brunntee returned. I unloaded her baggage and put them away in the Master bedroom. Miss Lisa asked why I didn’t do that for her and I said that she never asked! I never assume until I am told how she wants to be treated. “Wel, we need to change that” was her response as both giggled.

Then I was told to dress and be ready to take them shopping. She had the addresses and I would be in charge of driving them, handling the bags, and treating them to lunch at The Pretty Brunette’s favorite place. .

I never knew these shops we went to even existed. Very exclusive, and very small lingerie shops. I’m guessing they serve a lot of the “Girlfriend Experience” lades. You know, the glorified and more expensive hookers I see often at the resort.

But they had some really beautiful satin and lace items that Miss Lisa and The Pretty Brunnette tried on and ultimately bought. Along with the proper liquids used to clean them. I was given my own little demonstration and instruction on proper cleaning and maintenance to keep them beautiful.

The Pretty Brunette even introduced me to the shopkeepers as her “House slave” and they never batted an eye or gave me a funny look. i was properly talked to and included in the conversations. they never once made me feel different other than that the shopping was for the beautiful ladies and nothing was for me.

Even at lunch, I was included in the conversation as if I was on friendly terms with them and part of the female pack. I knew my place and my limitations. However, it felt nice and felt special to be “one of the girls”. Old memories from my corporate life snuck back into my memory. But I fought them off. Knowing I was not at their level. I was still their slave. And I was very happy to be there for them.

I knew it would please my Owner if they gave Him a positive report on how I behaved. I am there for them because of Him.

I need to stop here and do a little update. Recently, with the help of Miss Lisa, Master-Sir has decided to take my training up a notch. Keep me in slavery but be a more proper slave in how I present myself and how I perform my duties.

This has always been part of their closing discussion on a telephone/Skype business conversation I would often be privy to. She would ask Him something about owning a slave or how to train a slave. Usually referencing something she had read somewhere or seen in a movie or even on a kinky date she once had with some man she knew.

When we got to the house, Master-Sir was back in His home office and came to meet us at the door. I got naked in the garage and entered behind them with the shopping bags.

That’s when Miss Lisa stopped me and asked my Owner a question. She was curious as to why I get naked before entering the house? was there a specific reason for doing that? he said no. Just it easier for me to fold my clothes and use the bathroom before entering. Why did she ask?

Miss Lisa was curious to how I would behave if I had to remove my clothing each time with them or just her, watching me. The humiliation of the act of being watched, judged as I went from clothing like a normal person to have to get naked in front of a dressed person.

Master-Sir liked that idea. So I was sent back out to get dressed. Coming into the kitchen dressed, Miss Lisa moved a small table just inside the door, perfect for my clothes to be folded on.

Master-Sir, The Pretty Brunette, and Miss Lisa were all sitting at the kitchen nook, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for me to get undressed. I was suddenly numb. Not sure how to feel or if I felt anything as they watched. Being watched as I went from a dressed person to a nude slave.

The Pretty Brunette gave me the command to kneel. “Yes, Mistress,” I said with a very shaken voice. Thankfully because my legs were shaking too much. I always walked in naked and ready to serve. Now I was told to undress and to wait.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like hours. Finally, Master-Sir told me to get up and take the bags to the proper rooms, put them away and return to my corner. My corner? “Yes Master-Sir”. yes, my place of sanctuary. As strange as it sounds, I find peace and tranquility when I am told to stand with my nose to the corner. This time, the corner in the kitchen.

When I returned, they were still at the kitchen bar, going over some paperwork. The Pretty Brunnette pointed to the corner opposite them and the door. Close to the big window that overlooks the patio and the pool.

I was only allowed out of the corner when they needed a fresh drink or had a mess that I needed to clean up.

Finally, they ordered a pizza and I was finally let out of the corner to answer the door, take the pizza and give the delivery man, who was my young friend, a blowjob as part of the tip. again, I was not talked to other than told what to do them I did as told.

It felt good to take my young friend to the patio. To be alone with Him and to see Him smile as I sucked His cock and took His reward with pride. He told me He enjoyed it and hoped we could have another day together soon. He had a lot of things he needed to talk to be about. I kissed His feet before I walked Him to the door and thanked Him for the delivery. Miss Lisa gave Him a twenty-dollar bill as well.

They continued to talk and work as the night went on. enjoying an occasional break for a piece of pizza, a fresh drink or to watch the slave each the leftovers from her dish.

That night, I gave Miss Lisa a bath. Making sure she was well relaxed and satisfied. She had no sexual use for me. So after toweling her off, she released me for the night. Thanking me for my service.

The Pretty Brunette had no use for me, she had me do my nightly self-care and bathroom needs, then I talked to Master-Sir. He kissed me good night and made sure I was ok with everything. She thanked me for my service today, hoped that I enjoyed serving them, and look forward to doing it again soon. I assured her I did. Then I was sent to my room for the night.

It was a very full day and a wonderful night. I learned a lot and I really do look forward to what new lessons await me to please my Owner.

To say I fell asleep easily would be pretty accurate, I was tired, I was happy and I was well used.

who gets the slave?

August 21, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

On the forum board “Humbled Females” the question was asked about dating and finding your Dom in the modern world. A scary thought if there ever was one.

Thankfully, my Owner and I had and have had discussions on this subject. I told Him (yes, I made it firm) I don’t ever want to date again,. I don’t ever want to be Unowned for any reason.

So I made a response to the question mentioning my desire to never be unowned. I felt maybe I need to expand a little bit on it here.

One time a few years ago, some friends of my Owner were over and having a good time watching sports on TV in the living room. I was properly kneeling and serving a drink to one man that I adore.

He looked at me with His very beautiful smile, put His hand on my shoulder as he looked to my Owner, and asked “who gets your slave when you die??”

Joking, I think. But it did start a fun little conversation on who should inherit the house slave. Of the four men there that day, three of them offered to take me “If” that day ever comes. The other man was married and knew His wife would not approve!

One of the men was almost dead serious on how He would tell His wife who the new slave was and why they need to take her in. He would wow her with all the benefits she would enjoy having me there.

It all ended with Master-Sir laughing at the suggestions and the guesses on what would happen to me IF my Owner were to die before me.

He ended the conversation during an intermission before the last play of the game. He made it very clear He has already chosen my new owner. It is spelled out clearly for all the world to see when His Last Will and Testament is read at His lawyer’s office! And Not One Minute Before then!

Looking back in this blog, I see again I am missing some posts that were lost. Part of what is lost is the posts talking about meeting and serving with my Owner’s first slave.

By the time I met her, she had lost her lifelong Master ten years before and was living alone in a nearby city. In her sixties and she was scared to death.

Master-Sir took her in and we cared for her, with another Master friend until she passed away a couple of years later.

Her Master never planned for his demise and for her life after. And that has always haunted me. She, like myself, was a devoted slave in every fiber of her soul. She served Him without question and loved Him with her entire being.

I think seeing her and having to help her the way we did, had an impact on my Owner. So we had multiple conversations about “What if” . What if I was to end up like her? How can that be prevented?

I know my Master has some trustworthy friends who could be great Owners of an old, well-used, and obedient slave. None of His friends could be ruled out as future caretakers of me. They are all that wonderful.

Although I never want to lose Him, nor do I want to start life over without Him for any reason, He has offered and I have accepted the man He chose to be my Owner if/when He dies or becomes incapacitated.

There is no doubt that I would grieve for His loss and hold Him in my heart for every day of my life. But we both know life needs to be lived and that I need to move forward. For me, I need to serve and be used.

I feel blessed and very happy to know that I will be well owned and used for the rest of my life. That I will never have to worry about having to live alone.

I will never be Unowned!

we, them, and a beautiful Saturday

August 11, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

It’s been a long time since we had anything to do with our friends who own our favorite Pizza Pub and Master-Sir decided to change that.

As a reminder, their son is the man I call “My Young Friend” and for the Husband and Wife, we helped them become Master and slave. Here is a link to a post that kind of explains the family and our arrangement.

Two men sitting at the table beside the pool. The beautiful sun was shining on them dressed in shorts and golf shirts, talking about manly stuff while enjoying a lite lunch of sandwiches, chips and a cold beverage served to them by their obedient and naked slaves.

Once served, their two adorable and obedient slaves were kneeling at the side of the other’s Master. She was attending to my Owner and I was attending to her Master. Each of us facing the other.

On our knees, back straight, and breasts pushed out. Hands behind our backs, smiling. she has always been ashamed of being naked around me claiming I have the more beautiful breasts.

But certainly, hers are in much better shape. Her boobs are about 36C’s and mine are 38DD. She has worn a bra for most of her adult life. Her Master started to keep her braless only the last three years. Where mine has been sagging for years.

However, for our Owner’s amusement, both of us had very pointed and hard nipples they could play with as they talked and ate.

Although we slaves were mostly silent, we were allowed to be part of their conversation. A normal conversation between two Master’s who were being well served by their nude slaves. Nude wives.

I find It funny how many people seem to think that since we are two kinky couples, that our conversations must revolve around our kink or our lifestyle.

But in reality, we are adults, and most of the time we have conversations like any other couples who get together for a little friendly get-together. We just do it in a little bit of a different setting than other vanilla married couples!

From there, it became a small pool party as the men also got naked and jumped into the pool. No real formalities. i was allowed to hug up on my owner and He hugged and kissed me. Feeling my ass occasionally.

there was a lot of hugging, kissing, fondling between Master and slave. Loving time and couples talk. Nothing kinky or overly sexual.

She and I enjoyed being together and being free to talk as women do when alone. As slaves, we act as one. When one needs to use the bathroom, the other will go with her. When one goes to get a drink for their Master, the other will do the same.

My Owner enjoyed being sexually pleasured by her as I was used for the sexual needs of her master. Mostly blowjobs poolside.

Later in the afternoon, we slaves were allowed to get dressed as our Owners took us out for dinner at our favorite restaurant. The Peppermill. it’s on the Las Vegas Strip and is a great place to people watch.

of course, both slaves had to get in the car and sit bare ass on the seat. I was told to keep my top down while we drove. Master-Sir drove. Thankfully the windows were tinted!

At dinner, Master Sir allowed me to have a salad and a drink. Occasionally he would cut off a piece of His steak and put it on my plate for me to eat.

Master-Sir held my hand when we talked, leaned over and We exchanged kisses often.

We kept the conversation friendly and safe for vanillas to hear. That was good because a couple of people saw our guests and stopped to say hello to them. One couple did know my Owner and they stopped for a quick “hello.”

Back at home, we sat in the living room, the slaves naked and kneeling on the floor in front of the others Master. Serving them a couple of fo drinks we were also allowed to share. Talked a little about Las Vegas politics, then she kissed my Owners feet and I kissed her Owners feet and they went home.

Later that night, my Owner fucked my pussy hard, I sucked His cock clean afterward and He did allow me to enjoy a couple of orgasms before we hugged and fell to sleep with me wrapped in His arms.

Boring. Right? No whips, no chains, no gangbangs or anything else., Just two couples enjoying the company of each other and of their slaves.

I guess what I am saying is that I am a slave, I am owned. yet people expect that a slave’s life is nothing but torture, abuse, and sexual slavery.

So I just wanted to share with you a simple, yet very special moment in my life where I got to be loved and treated like a well-loved lady with my Owner and friends.

It was nice to reflect back on it and relive it. I love my life and I love how my Owner treats me. Like I belong to Him. Because I do.

Life Since He Found Out

August 5, 2021 / slave / 1 Comment

It’s been two weeks since we all came clean. My Boss had hinted at who I was and even is a subscriber to my blog. (waves hello!) Now He knows for certain that the slave exploits he had been reading about were actually from a female right in His own office.

My last post talks about Master-Sir who had made the decision to do a proper introduction by letting Him inspect me as well as fuck me. Then He offered my slave services (with limitations) to Him at the office as well as on my days off.

For many personal as well as business reasons, this made the most sense and brought peace to me. To not have to hide entirely, who I am at the office. As well, this is how it all began back in Phoenix. Becoming my Boss’s blowjob slut/hotel maid before He became my Boss/Dom.

My former Boss/Dom, my Owner, my Owner’s Boss and others and predicted that my job with the resort, would become swamped with work orders and VIP client requests before the end of July. This surge would follow into August and hopefully the rest of the year.

Not only were all these predictions true, but they were also underestimating the avalanche of work the office I work in, received and continues to receive. Even as our idiot Governor keeps trying to kill the tourism business, it’s still staying strong. At least on the High Rollers end, is very strong.

To help even the workload among our small staff and to help me help Him, my new Boss/Dom had a meeting last week where He addressed staff about the impending workload and the requests being made of our office. He asked that we each take a larger role in certain pieces of the job.

In His most eloquent ways, my Boss/Dom asked if anyone would like to be the point person on organizing, follow up, and inspections of work orders. He wanted the other people to be more out in the field, out in the casino/resort, and out meeting the clients as they check-in.

Of course, we knew that role would be filled by me. But He wanted to make sure the other staff members knew this position was going to be boring, detail-oriented and they need to work closely with Him. And who wants to work day in and day out with their boss when they can be out with the people, the bright lights, and the sounds of a casino? His slave!

So there will be less chance of them talking or suspecting anything afoul when I am at His desk or running errands for Him.

I get to do a lot of my strategy and planning work I the conference room where He shows up and gets whatever He wants, usually a blowjob while He feels my boobs and pinches the nipples. It’s not as often as I would like and most times I have to stay dressed because others need to come in and get updates. but it’s nice to have that opportunity.

He also enjoys never having to get a fresh cup of coffee, I always make sure He has a fresh cup on His desk!

Even in the short time we have had these changes, our team productivity has increased and we have been told to “keep up the good work” from upper management.

Thursday

Yes, Thursday. My day is dedicated to helping out a Dom. This was my first time at my Boss’s home. Condominium in a long time and first time as His slave, actually seeing the entire place. Yes, it was the home of an older, single gentleman. It had all the signs of that. Not much on the walls, not much in the cupboards for food or dishware. Lots of papers spread all around and of course, a not too gross bathroom that is used by one man without a woman. .

Being a small, two-bedroom condo, it was going to be easy to keep clean. He did have a pile of laundry as well as a lot of clothing to go for the dry cleaners. Being my first time here as His slave, I wanted to be thorough and detailed. That first deep clean And from what I cleaned, I knew this was the first time this place had a deep cleaning in a long time!

Since I was there in the morning, He had scheduled delivery of groceries. When the young stud muffin of a delivery man arrived, He wasn’t sure what to make of the fluffy lady with big tits, wearing an apron and nothing else. But He jumped at the chance to have a “thank you” blowjob before He left.

He was a stud muffin, but His looks did not match His abilities. A small cock and He shot quickly. Pretending He was doing me a favor and wanting me to “Really Suck It” yea, whatever minny man!

My life, not having to hide it from another man important to my life, is a nice feeling. The freedom I missed. I know it’s not a real answer. It’s more of an emotional feeling that I can t really explain. I just like how I feel now when I go from home to work. I know it’s there.

Finally.

Thank you all for the comments and the IM’s. Asking about or congratulating me on the new phase of my slave life.

I don’t post the comments. Just like t keep them as my private stash of “good vibes” I like to re-read on occasions.

Please keep them coming

My Boss Discovers the Real Me!

July 23, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

There is that old saying “Be careful what you wish for because you just may get it”. Yes, that one came so true to me on Thursday.

After serving Master-Sir His breakfast and cleaning up the dishes, Master-Sir had me in the living room, on the floor, on all fours. I was on my elbows so that my saggy breasts were on the floor and my ass was pointed up in the air, ready to be used if needed.

I was nervous about what was about to happen, yet I was also excited and wet. Ok, not just wet, but so wet that Master-Sir had to put a towel on the floor because I was creating such a large wet spot!

One last assurance from me to my Owner that I am ready and wanting to go ahead with the plan. It’s been my dream for a while now for this to happen and He, as my Owner, made it all happen just as we had planned it.

Whatever this morning brings, my life will be changed because of it. No going back, It needs to happen.

He Waits to Enter

In what had to be my lowest voice ever, I muttered the words He was waiting to hear. “Yes Sir, Please Sir, Let him in”. with that, He put the blindfold on me and told me to “Stay” as He went to answer the door.

I soon heard the pleasantries, the welcoming comments as the two men walked towards me. The man’s voice started to slow down and get deeper as he approached. Then those immortal words “Whoa. so that’s what she looks like naked!”

I figure it was because this was His first real look at this naked slave. With her flabby tits hanging down and all her parts on display for Him. All of me. The slave me. Naked and ready for almost anything he could have wanted of me.

They approached me and I could smell the leather from His shoes as they stood in front of me. Master-Sir told me to properly welcome His guest. His Guest?? I obeyed as I reached out in my darkness to find the source of the leather aroma, His well-polished shoes. I held each of them in my hands and kissed them, welcoming Him to Master-Sir’s house.

I asked for His permission to remove His shoes. Trying to remain on all fours, while untying and removing the shoes, placing them to the side, and resuming my position. “Thank You, Sir. I hope you find my service to you today worthy of your time” was my final words to Him as I heard Him kneel beside me.

Hearing Him breathe as he got adjusted to being on my level. I felt His hands roam my head, my neck. Master-Sir was explaining to Him what I was in great detail.

“She is an obedient fluffy slave. 240 pounds of pure obedience. She may not be much to look at for beauty, but she makes up for it in obedience and in her skills to please any man.” Master-Sir was certainly filling my need for humiliation.

I could feel the visitors’ hands on my face and His long fingers filling my mouth as my Owner continued.

“If you look at her mouth, I don’t think there is a cock she could not handle. She just likes to suck cock. No matter the size!” and I have yet to have anyone complain about her blowjobs. Like the best you ever had! “He paused.

“She loves sucking cock, almost as much as she enjoys having her ass fucked. If there is a cock near her mouth, she will consider it hers and try to suck it without permission.” They laughed. “It’s like a natural tendency she has.”

My Owner paused as I felt the guest’s hands travel further down to my saggy old breasts and my now rock-hard nipples.

“Yes, those big ugly, yet so wonderfully saggy 38D breasts. They are big and they are so fucking fun to play with. I assure you that You will enjoy using them for your pleasures. Or maybe even for your pain. The best part of her being a slave is you don’t have to worry about hurting them or her. She is there for you to use and abuse to your pleasure, not hers. let her cry… She knows her safe words. ”

His hands took the fullness and softness of my boobs as I felt his fingers pinch then pull on the nipples. My Owner assured Him he could be very rough with them, with me because “She was built to take a beating. “

He released them as I felt His body shift and move to my side. His hands moved down my back to the point of the top of the crack of my ass as it was pointing upward for His inspection.

Master-Sir wanted Him to see the entire package as he ordered me to open my asshole for the gentleman’s look and inspection. I reached behind and grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to expose my hole.

Now in full exposure, the humiliation was getting me wet as my emotions were wanting to cry.

I shifted myself to better obey as I felt a finger push all the way in. He moaned a little moan as He felt the tightness.

“I prefer her asshole to that sloppy pussy. I think you will too.” Master-Sir continued. “Don’t worry if you get your fingers dirty, shove them in her mouth to be cleaned. She licks anything clean!” More soft laughs at my expense. I felt the guest do as my Owner suggested. I sucked the wetness from His digits, thanked Him, and waited for more humiliation

“Her ass is always tight. Doesn’t matter how many men you let fuck her there or how many cocks are shoved in; she will take them all and then beg you for more.” He stopped as I felt the guest move behind me, His hands on my ass.

The words were more for my humiliation than they were for his information. Now we move on to my “sloppy pussy”

Master-Sir continued His verbal tour. Indicating that if He were to feel my sloppy pussy, “It is as wet as any river on earth. Just be careful, it’s pretty sloppy”. The guest inserted his fingers then His hand into my pussy, making me moan in pleasure.

He agreed to just how sloppy and loose my pussy was. Asking if that’s why it’s not used as much?

He really did know about me. he knows more of my history for being used more for anal sex than for pussy. My Owner agreed. “I prefer her ass to that thing she calls a pussy. I tell my friends to use her ass for a better fuck. Ignore that wet thing.”

The verbal humiliation continued as the men joked about how wet and wanting, I was. “She knows her ass is the preferred fuck hole next to her mouth. I love to watch her suck a cock when she really wants a fuck. Her eyes tell you she is enjoying the use, no matter what hole you are using. But in her heart, she really wants you to fuck her pussy. So I try to ignore that hole as often as possible.”

Yes, my Owner knows me so well. It hurts to hear the truth. That my Owner wants to torture me and ignore my pussy while enjoying my other holes. And to let the man know that if he ignores my pussy, that I will start to become even more submissive and more obedient. As if that were possible, but I guess it is. I crave the touch, the use of my pussy. To knowingly ignore it makes me stir crazy.

That is when the conversation changed. My Boss, still playing with my pussy, wanted to know about Master-Sir’s girlfriend. is it true that when she is here, I am ignored sexually? Used mostly just for their cleanup?

Master-Sir laughed a little. Asking “if you had a choice between a beautiful lady with a nice body that is firm in all the right places, or that sloppy pussy with saggy tits, which one would you use to fuck and what one would do for the cleanup?

He was right. A slave like me is only good to be used for their teasing and to clean up after them. I was something to be ignored while he is spending time with a real female. Boss Man agreed. A sloppy pussy is only good in times of real desperation!

As I felt Him start to pull on my pussy, probe my lips as well as my asshole again, Master-Sir went into the rules. Reminding Him that He has full use of me as he wants. But I cannot be “endangered”. I need to keep my job and not be exposed to anyone not authorized to know. I cannot be shared with anyone for any purpose other than what pertains to my job and maintaining my employment.

Master-Sir was very firm on the last rule: “She Can Not Be Exposed as a Slave”. My Boss, in a very happy voice, agreed to the rules of use and thanked my Owner. I smiled as well.

It’s a done deal!

Master-Sir told me to get up, go to the kitchen. I can remove my blindfold in there. Telling me to “ get our guest a drink” than to return and properly serve Him as He desires. Trying not to sound too excited yet not too scared, I answered simply “Yes, Master-Sir”.

My Owner was done with the show and tell and needed to get some work done while I serve my Boss Man as He requires. My heart is beating 10 times faster as I struggle to get up in the dark and find my way to the kitchen.

Once I was in the kitchen and removed the blindfold, I needed to hold the countertop to keep from falling over. My nerves were shot, my body shaking, my mind was racing and my pussy was soaking wet, still.

My Boss, My Boss Man has finally seen me as I am, as I want Him to see me. Now He will get to use me and I am anxious to see what He has for me to enjoy.

I poured our guest a fresh cup of coffee and made it the way I know that He likes it. Then prepared myself for the official meeting of the naked slave and the dressed Boss.

It was nice to know that by this time, He had already seen me naked. He had already pushed, pulled, prodded, and played with my body. After all that, He was still here and wanting more.

walking back into the living room, I had to walk slow and focus all my energy on making this look as normal as possible as I served Him for the first time as his slave.

He was already sitting with his pants off and his erect cock standing tall. His smile was larger than I had ever seen it as He said, “Hello Bitch Slave, we finally meet for real.” Yes, those three magical words. Hello Bitch Slave. Music to my ears.

I knelt, trying not to shake too much and spill any coffee as I properly used both hands to serve Him. His body was trying to hide it, but He finally confessed how nervous this moment was for Him as well. I felt relieved to know that it wasn’t just me!

I finally got to say those wonderful words “Welcome Boss Sir”. We both smiled. I had asked Him to please, next time, let me take His pants off. I am there to serve Him and that is part of my service. He agreed to try to do it better next time!

I enjoyed the sight of His cock. Not only was it standing tall, not too tall. But I enjoyed that He was prepared for this event. His manly parts were well-groomed and He had a faint scent of a nice cologne!

It was not what I had imagined, I won’t say what I was expecting, but I enjoyed what he had and How He had presented Himself to me. It was still a beautiful thing to behold.

Now I get to ask my favorite question. Bein on my knees, naked, with my submissive smile looking up into His hazel green eyes, “Sir, may I please suck your cock?”

His response was short, sweet, and so very to the point! “About dam time girl!”

His free hand grabbed my left breast and was pulling me closer to Him as I opened my mouth and properly swallowed His cock without stopping.

My Boss, right where He deserves to be. Sitting comfortably in a chair above me with His cock in my hungry mouth. Relaxing and enjoying the service of a proper slave.

I was so happy yet so scared for this moment. My nerves were on end as I started to worship His cock. Licking His balls and kissing the head while I swallowed it deep into my throat and slowly came back up for air.

I think we were both anxious for this to happen. Maybe too anxious as I was working harder and faster than normal as He was trying to not join my rhythm. He put His coffee down to help get more of it in my mouth, or was just enjoying Himself too much to hold it!

Finally, I felt His cock pulse as I felt his hands on my head, then back to His sides. he was moaning, telling me he was about to cum. He was breathing hard and heavy as He tensed up. He raised His hips to get more cock into my mouth as I felt the first warm spurt of His reward.

I held Him in my mouth, feeling Him spurt into my mouth as I swallowed. After finally feeling the last drops, His breathing starts to return to something normal and His body relaxes as He slumped back. Telling me “That was fucking wonderful”.

When I released His cock from my lips, I thanked Him for the wonderful treat. He was still smiling too much to talk as I helped Him get His underwear back on and His slacks buttoned up.

I sat up and properly handed Him His coffee again. he took it from me. I kissed His feet again to thank Him for this reward.

After a few minutes, and we both relaxed a little more, we had a nice conversation before He had to return to the office with a wonderful smile on h His face.

Yes, the dream, the desire was finally complete. My Boss now knows that I am a slave at His disposal. I am there to serve Him at work as He needs. Plus other benefits to be revealed at a later date. !

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