Yesterday, Master-Sir told me to expect Master Chad to pick me up from work. He had an important business meeting and expecting to work with “the gang” all day at home. So I knew that I would be coming home to a messy house as they like to work and spread out all over. The kitchen, the office, the pool/deck area. Probably even a pile of dishes or delivered food boxes!
This change actually worked out very nicely. Master Chad has been a little MIA lately with his on-again-off-again girlfriend. Even working in the same resort, I don’t get to see Him too often anymore! So it was nice to have some alone time with Him to catch up on His always interesting life.
At home, I noticed the usual cars. Master-Sir’s Boss (The Boss) car was in the driveway. The Wife had her car here as well. The Son was even at this meeting! He had a fancy new sports car parked on the curb. So I undressed in the garage, as usual, checked myself in the bathroom mirror to see if I was presentable to His guests. I am allowed to wear a little makeup for work and special events.
Entering the house, i heard the sounds of discussions and papers flying all around before they all stopped to see “The House Slave” enter the kitchen. That was what Master-Sir said when He saw me. It was feeling good to know they were all here and they were expecting me. As they all turned to say hello, i froze when I saw a stranger. A heavier set woman I had never met before.
As I slowly walked into the kitchen, fully aware this woman was staring at my naked body without saying a word. Not even a smile or a frown, just a look. As she stared at me, i was staring back at her. In many ways, she reminded me of myself just when I first met Master. When I worked in retail management. She was professionally dressed the best we women of size can. Our large breasts and our full ass can only be hidden with so much fabric, they are just always “out there”. But she did her best and was looking very pretty in her professional manners and just the right amount of makeup to look like we were meant to be there.. I was so her once upon a time!
Just looking at her, I knew she was trying to fit in with the normal-bodied people as i did but knew our body shape was always an issue for some people. Her manners, the way she stood, looked, and dressed were so “me” when I was in the corporate world. I just never had the librarians look as she did. Her black-framed glasses surrounded by her curled blonde hair screamed Librarian! If not, she has certainly had the bookworm look to her as you would see on TV!
We were about the same height, just under five feet six inches tall. She was a little chubby, had a beautiful face surrounded by well-styled shoulder-length blonde hair that added to her kind of a sexy yet professional look to her as she finally smiled at me.
I realized her body was halfway between The Pretty Brunette’s slim figure and my flabby body. Her breasts were of course the dominant feature. Even in the librarian-style clothing, you could tell she had large breasts being held down in a bra made of carbon steel! I remember those days! Her well-shaped ass fed into some well-toned legs. As if she works out, maybe not as much as she wished. I was just soaking in her professional no-nonsense, focused look to her. Having those flashbacks to when I was her. And she was now standing next to my Owner. Very close to my Master, smiling as she watched me move.
As I knelt to kiss the feet of my Boss and say hello, she spoke “Well, that’s the infamous slave I was told so much about! She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she?” They all had a little chuckle at that. I wasn’t aware of who she was, but apparently, she was informed of me. “For a while there I thought you were all joking about her as if she was a ghost or something.”
As I kissed His feet, I looked up to see her bending over, looking under the kitchen bar at me, still smiling. “My, she does have big saggy tits, oh how I can so relate.” She was totally checking me out and confirming what she knew. Yet, I was still in the dark but was now enjoying the new scent in the air. she wears a familiar perfume.
As I was kissing the feet and saying hello to The Boss, The Boss Wife, and The son, who bent down to smile at me, Master-Sir told me to say hello to the new member of the team. The new lady was Lisa, or “She is Miss Lisa to you, slave” I replied with the proper “yes Sir”. He explained that she is their new representative for the Reno office. Her responsibility was getting business from casinos and other gaming busiensses in Northern Nevada and California. I asked to remove her heels before kissing her feet, she accepted with a smile and an “Oh please do!” After the proper slave kissing of the feet, I was allowed to stand up so I could properly say hello to her.
Master-Sir ordered me to refresh their drinks and to start to clean up their mess. Miss Lisa wanted just a simple glass of water with ice. As I went to get the drinks, I heard her start to talk. Telling the group she had “heard” about slaves like me. Being near the center of “freakdom, San Fransico” she has been to a few clubs and even been invited to a few private parties where they had slaves. she was interested in the Master/slave thing but hated that it was always just in the bedroom kind of a kink. “What fun is that?” she asked! Not only was it just a bedroom kink, but always involved bondage, whips, and chains and never anything beyond the club scene.
As I served them, she continued to look at me while talking to Master-Sir or at least focusing her attention His way. Telling them that “this” was wonderful to see in real life. She even commented that she had read the Marketplace books, but never imaged it was real. The slave ownership part. People actually wanting to serve their man “like that” outside the bedroom. She explained had dated a few men who wanted to be dominated and she tried it, but again, all they wanted was the sexual part of it.
The Boss explained that “She is a very well trained slave, very obedient and she enjoys serving as much as she enjoys being used for sex.” I smiled as I heard Him praise my desire to serve, not just for the sex, but my desire to serve as well as my obedience. I wanted to respond, but I knew they were working as a group and i was just there to used as needed. I was invisisble, and I liked that.
The Boss Wife even got a few words of praise in about my service, my friendliness as well as adding my desire to please. Although, she noted that I am “owned and operated by a man and serves mostly the man’s pleasures” She explained how she felt strange the first few times they had used me for their lovemaking. However, it was nice to have someone there to wait on you with fresh towels, a cold drink, and a wet tongue to clean up any mess that may have happened! they laughed at that comment.
Miss Lisa was intrigued and never really stopped looking at me when I was in the room. When I had finished cleaning and they had no need for me, Master-sir ordered me to stand in the corner with my legs parted and my ass open. This command, my obedience, and the view she had, really sparked her fascination as I heard her walk over behind me. she continued to talk to them, never to me. asking questions about how long will I stand there holding my ass open for them to see? (until told otherwise) what If it’s all night? ( I will stand there until I am told to move or I fall asleep).
Finally, she asked to touch me. Master-Sir gave her full access to me. “Poke, Prod, and feel anything”. Her soft hands went first to my back, a finger traced my spine down to the top of my ass. She was smiling and breathing a little heavily. I knew it. Her one hand cupped my left breasts as she said out loud “Her nipples are rock hard!’ The Son told her “that’s normal!” Then I felt her fingers move down and between my legs as I started to shutter from the gentle touch. She felt my wetness and laughed. “She’s fucking soaking WET!”
That’s when my Owner told her how much I enjoy being displayed, to be open and used like this. My Owner offered to let her play with me if she wanted to. She declined. She wanted to finish what they were working on, but in a deeper voice, she let it be known that she would like to reserve the right to “play with the bitch slave later”. That startled me because nobody had used those words while I have been home. So how did she know my name is Bitch Slave?
At this point, I was really wet, i was seriously dripping down my leg and I knew a puddle was forming on the floor! They were talking about me, not to me or with me. I was just a tool, a toy to be used not to be included in their conversations or their activities. That’s what turns me on and gets me purring! I want to be used like that then I want to be used!! I want to feel them on my body or them in my body. I want to feel their ability to control and to use me for their pleasures.
Adding to all these verbal humiliations and obedience, was the fact that I was being talked about by a younger version of the old me. My mind was starting to wonder if she was enjoying seeing me being used and was she enjoying it because she wanted to be me or because she really did enjoy having the option to play with a submissive female that has a body and probably the same body issues in business as i had. Wanting to see a flabby, big-chested female being used and enjoying the usage.
I wanted to kneel at her feet and talk to her. To know more about her. what is she doing in that position and if we are on parallel tracks in our lives. To hear her talk as they worked, I knew she was a smart, savvy businesswoman. she knew her stuff and she was not taking crap from anyone., But I also knew the people at that table are all professionals who also know their stuff and they respect each other on so many different levels, I knew she was going to be a great fit for them and hopefully means I could, one day, have that chance to talk to her.
i was hearing them talk and Miss Lisa kept stopping them with questions about me. The fact that everyone else in the room was ok with a naked woman serving them drinks and calling everyone Miss/Master/Sir, etc.
At one point, as Master-Sir explained my purpose in His life and what my place is, she exclaimed “this is some real slave shit!”. She referred back to the Marketplace books. She was fascinated that I was a real slave, there for His uses and His pleasures, not for mine. I was more than a sexual toy. Master-Sir repeated himself when He explained I am not really a sex slave, although I am used for sex all the time, but that I am more of a prized object to be owned, used, and enjoyed as He commands. if I fail to please, i will be properly punished. . .
Miss Lisa was the last one to leave. As she left, she asked Master-Sir for permission to talk to me. Master-Sir smiled and welcomed her words. she told me that she enjoyed watching my service and at first, she thought I was there for other reasons, not because I enjoyed being used like that. But soon figured out that I was really enjoying my role as His slave. She enjoyed seeing me in my happy place and looks forward to spending more time to get to know me and maybe enjoy using me herself. She gave me a little kiss on the lips as she walked out the door and thanked my owner for His hospitality.
After she had left and I closed the door, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Master-Sir laughed when I told Him I was still so very wet between my legs from her touching me and teasing me!