Today was my usual Thursday off. Master-Sir didn’t have much planned for me to do, I think because He was still worried about my sore asshole. We found out that the The Memorial Day Anal Fuck-a-Thon didn’t do any physical damage, but it did leave me with some bruising and a few seriously overworked anal muscles that my Female Doctor wasn’t too happy about it.
A couple of days later, my former secret admirer had arranged for her and I to go to lunch and have a little slave-girl to slave-girl talk. Oh, how I like those when I am allowed to! To my surprise, she insisted this be her treat. When we met at the restaurant, I had not seen her this happy or so chatty since we first met and she had revealed to me that she knew “who you are”
Before we were even sitting down, she told me she was wearing only what her Master told her to wear. For her, this was such a monumental occasion. To be out in public dressed as He told her to be dressed. She told me how she wanted to object, but knew it would mean a punishment and lately His punishments hurt!
So here she was, in public, in the daylight in a short skirt, no panties, but it felt so “sexy and naughty” because if he bent over, she could feel the open air on her freshly shaven pussy. He even inspected her pussy before she was “allowed” to leave the house. All new things she was happy to experience.
She was blushing as she talked about all the stares she got walking into the restaurant from people noticing her boobs were really visible thru her white, flowery top. her nipples were getting hard. Thankfully for her, they are small nipples. Being summertime, she was not standing out in the Vegas crowd, but to her, the whole world was starring at her tits and that was a bit scary for her. But again, she said it was so sexy that she was dressed ‘for Him” and He wasn’t even here!
This was about the Party
Master-Sir had allowed me to invite her and her Dom to the party. But from all indications, I wasn’t really expecting her to show up. She kept talking about “family” things to attended to! So she told me. But finally, I got her phone call and she asked if she could enter thru the garage as a “proper slave” would.
That morning, when I opened the garage door, I waited for her to come into the kitchen and when she did, she walked in with her head down and kept her legs close together and hands in front of her pussy. embarrassingly like she was hiding something. Other than her red 3inch heels, she was naked. well, that took me by surprise! even my slave-boi friend had stopped on His way to the living room and looked her over like He was going to ask her for a date or something! Telling me she was a little cutie! I had to agree.
Continuing her story about the party: She smiled at me but we didn’t have time to exchange any words because the front doorbell rang. She told me that it was her boyfriend. Ok… They had planned their entrances as it was described in my blog. How I answer the door. She was to be naked when she opened the door to let the “guest” in. She knelt at His feet, kissed His shoes then asked permission to remove them.
She was taking everything out of my blog, my directions, what I said I do when guests come to the house. She was so excited to be “allowed” to do this because of me.
Her Discovery
That’s what she wanted to talk to me about. Her discovery. Her thoughts and the lessons she learned from a day being “me”. Well, as much as she could be me. That kind of took me a bit by surprise, but I am always happy to know that I helped someone explore their fantasy
For her, this was like the closing of one long chapter of her life and the opening up of a new one. A more exciting one. or as she told me, leaving her old self behind and really learning to live her life, her way. The party was to her, that new chapter opening up.
Ever since first discovering her love of submission reading blogs like mine, she has wanted to become more of a slave than just a submissive. She wanted to serve as one man’s total slave. To her, it all turned real when she found my blog then figuring out she works with this “real life slave”.
To help her on this journey, She has been dating this man for over a year and He has helped her live out as many of her submissive dreams as possible while he was also enjoying finding His master side. But between work, family, their kids, there is not much time to have the house to themselves to pretend they live like Master-slave.
Being invited to spend a day in a safe, loving environment where people will see her as a slave, not as a fuck toy or a fetish, was like a dream come true for her. She knew she would be safe to serve naked, to bend on her knee and hand someone a drink, then have them play with her nipples or pull on her breasts as she turns to leave. To say those magical words continuously all day;”Yes Sir” or “Thank You, Mistress” kept her wet all week.
She talked about being overwhelmed with emotions when she saw the other slave girl on the patio be used for random blowjobs. Having no say. Just to kneel there and wait for the next cock to swallow. or worse, watching me get used to raise money for a charity by letting men line up and rape my ass. She knew that I was in pain, yet I still “allowed” it. She also knew it was me so it wasn’t that I was allowing them to rape my ass continuously, It wasn’t my choice.
She embarrassingly admitted that not having a choice in being raped like that, knowing she would be doing it because He told her to, made her very, very wet every time she thought about it being her there next to me. I did have a choice, kind of, but she knew I would never stop just because I was in pain. A real slave does as she is ordered and takes the pain.
Ok, I needed to take some time and explain how that was wrong of me. yes, i was there to be used and it was not for my pleasure. but I really needed to think about my Owner and what was happening to His property. It could have been severely damaged. my Owner was mad that I was not giving in to the pain when it was as severe as it was. But I was HIS slave and I was there to serve His desires until the end. So it was a justified point?
She was able to feel the protection of her Master who allowed others sitting around Him, to fondle her and tell her she was to accept it. And she did! Telling her to open her legs for them and then to lick their fingers clean afterward they probed her tight holes like a good slave. No normal person should have to have her juices on their fingers after touching you. The sexual humiliation was a larger turn-on for her than she ever expected it would be
As we talked over our tuna salads and spring water coolers (with a lime twist) as our Master’s allowed. She kept coming back to the freedom I often talk about. Although not being really Owned, she started to understand. She was there to serve the guests on behalf of her Master. She had no other input. She was being judged for Him. They looked at how well she served them, how well she obeyed them, then that reflected back to her Master who was sitting at the table with them.
In those moments, the only thing that mattered was what HE thought about her obedience. What He thought about her, and what HE wanted her to do or not to do. It had nothing to do with what others wanted of her. She just had to focus on Him. What He decided for her. The men wanted to fuck her or at least feel their cock down her throat. But Her master limited them to teasing her pussy and making her wet.
She giggled when she told me she really was getting turned on to the point she really wanted to be fucked by a stranger. If her Master had given her the signal, she would have sucked any cock in the house that day! “even the ugly ones”
So I asked her. Would she have fucked any of those men or sucked their cocks because SHE was horny and excited, or would she do it because it was what her Master wanted her to do? Was it her desire to have that sex or was it her desire to see what He would let her do or what He would push her to do? Remember, even the ugly ones would be there for you to suck or fuck!
After a little contemplation, she had to admit, a little of both. She found it hot and sexy to have those cocks wanting her. But she found it even sexier that He told them “no”. Just finger her pussy, her ass, and play with the tits. He decided for her and He decided what they could do with her.
There were several times he took her to the spare bedroom and fucked one of her holes, then returned to the party like it was nothing. He fucked her hole, unloaded His reward, told her to clean herself up while he left to get another beer or to jump in the pool. She found that standoffish behavior, “sexy as hell” to be used like that. Fucked then discarded like she was nothing but a simple, cheap cumdump. She had never experienced such a powerful emotional ride like that before and she just loved it.
As we enjoyed a little devilish Georgia’s Chocolate Crème Pie, (chief specialty) she talked about how since that day, her boyfriend has taken on a more dominants tone with her and has been working harder to find ways and places to be more her Master and less her boyfriend. Taking more control over what they do and when they get together. Things she is finding more to love Him for. It’s what she has been wanting, but they both had been afraid to push that boundary until they saw it in real life, in a real and safe place with others who live it every day.
She told me that she now really understands the “Freedom in Being Owned” She thanked me and hoped we could do it again, maybe not with all those people, maybe just as a dinner date or something! I assured her that i would talk to my owner and arrange something.
I kissed her good bye as much as she kissed me. I mean, like a real kiss between women!