Author: slave (Page 19 of 30)

Last week, when my Owner needed to go out of town for a couple of days for his job, He allowed my young friend to be my Master for those days. I was to be under His control and to serve His (almost) every need.

Refresher: My “young friend” is 19 years old. The oldest son of our friends who own our favorite Pub and Pizza place. His father was the one who usually delivered our pizzas and as a good slave, I gave Him a blowjob as part of the tip. His son started to take on more responsibility with the restaurant and started to delver us our pizza orders and I so did the same for Him. I was also given to Him to fuck as a high school graduation present. Now He is in an accelerated college class on business and my Owner helps Him with projects and other educational needs.

I had to work the days my Owner would be out of town. Master-Sir talked with my young friend and His father to coordinate so that He would have the evenings off. He woudl work during the day until after the lunch crowd. Then pick me up from work and spenfd the rest of the evening studying or using His slave.

Master Chase came over in the morning for breakfast, then we rode with Him. Dropping my Owner off at the airport then we went to work. I worked my regular day, then my Young Master picked me up from work. With this pandemic, Master-Sir has enjoyed no having me drive to or from work. More as a real slave, having the men take me to where I needed to go.

I will call my Young Friend “Master Tony”

When we got to the house, Master Tony opened the trunk to get His overnight bag, then remembered He had a slave for that! Closing the garage door, I properly stripped as He watched with a smile. I thanked Him for the ride then carried His bag into the house and up to the Master Bedroom. I knew Master-Sir had left Him a note, but I had not read it. Master Tony found it on the kitchen bar.

Dear Friend,

Welcome to my humble abode. Please feel at home here. My house is here for you to enjoy and to use its many offerings while I am gone. One of those offerings is the free and almost unlimited use of my most prized possession, my Bitch Slave.

Since this is your first time having to look after her, I thought a little background will help you get the best use out of her.

She is here to serve you as you want to be served. Her only goal is to make you happy and relaxed. Use her as you want, when you want. All that I ask is that you do not share her or expose her to others who do not understand her purpose.

While here, please do not do what your slave can do for you . Use Her!

All three of her holes are there for you to use and abuse as you desire. All I ask is no permeant damage and no public exposure. Lube, oil, and any toys you may desire to use on her are in the various cabinets around the house. She will know where they are and will retrieve them when you need them.

As you know, she is very obedient. However, if she disobeys you in any way, do not hesitate to punish her immediately. The wooden and leather paddles are in the garage as well as two are upstairs in the nightstand beside the bed. Make it hurt so that it is memeorable.

I had the Master bedroom made up for you. You can sleep there. if you want, she will sleep with you. Where she sleeps will be up to you. However, her schedule is to be maintained.

She needs to be dressed and ready to leave the house no later than 6:30am. Work out your schedule and mornign needs withher.

For me, I am usually just waking up as she is getting herself ready. She needs to be showered, clean, with her pussy properly shaved, and kneeling beside my bed with a fresh cup of coffee no later than 5:45. She wakes me up with a blowjob, then I am off to the shower while she is starting my breakfast. Returning to towel me off and we talk about the day ahead.

She will serve your meals then kneel beside you on the floor. Please do not change this for the morning routine. The evening routine for dinner, you may request she sit at the table with you, or kneel at your side or not be in the room. Your choice.

Feed her from your hand, your scraps or other bits of food. she will also eat from her bowl after you are finished. Somewhere after 6am, Master Chad will arrive and she will serve or service Him as he desires, then she will get dressed for work. You can approve what she wears. I like to inspect her, then feel her pussy until its wet, then approve her to leave for work with Master Chase

If you would like, feel free to use her car for your transportation for the day. Its the Cadillac parked in the garage.

During the day, she will text you often telling you what she is doing and asking permission to use the bathroom, go on an errand, or do anything she has been trained to do with only with permission. You do not need to respond. If she gets no response, she knows what to do. She just needs to let her Master know.

After you pick her up from her job, she is yours to do with as you please. She will be naked until you tell her to dress. She will not be wearing any undergarments excet a bra and maybe panties for work. Otherwise, she is not allowed to wear anything under her dress.

If you need her to do anything for you or your girlfriend, tell her. need to make a reservation? She will do it. Buy her a gift for you,? She will do it. Need to run an errand of any kind? Tell her and it will be done.

The best way to look at it is to think of yourself on vacation, with your own butler/main/chief/sex toy. Keep it legal, keep it private/keep it fun for you!

I look forward to some interesting stories when I return!

Thank You,
(her Owner)

By the time He had finished reading the letter, i was already kneeling on the floor beside Him. Watching His cock get hard under His slacks. I was ordered on my back, legs spread and He fucked my pussy hard. Not stopping, not looking at me, He just took off His pants, knelt down and grabbed my legs as pushed His cock into my wet, sloppy pussy. Yes, He fucked my pussy and He came very quickly in me. I smiled at the warm feeling. It had been a long time since anyone used my pussy for a fuck and it felt good.

He quickly pulled out and moved Himself over top of me so I could see His wet cock dripping as he brought it to my mouth to be cleaned. I swallowed it all and moaned my love for the feel and the taste of it. Once He went soft, He pulled out and stood up to get dressed. He looked and saw a puddle on the floor. He smiled as He pointed it out. I apologized then quickly and happily licked it up. From His smile, I guess He enjoyed watching me do that.

Without much else, He started to verbalize ideas for dinner. he was not used to planning a dinner for one person and one slave!

I was happy. Watching Him fall into that role so easy. No real thought or struggle. He just fucked the slave as He wanted to. Then once He was finished using her, He just simply moved into the next subject. What He wanted for dinner. letting her lick up the mess she made.

That started a beautiful two nights with a new and a very worthy Master!

Hello all and a big thank you for staying around and reading what little I have written lately. March lived up to its name by roaring in and now its roaring back out!

As usual, if you want to chat with me or to have better updates, you can find me on fetlife. I check in there almost every day. I like to keep up with the friend I have met there.

There are several people on there that have been discussing their search for the best Dom or their updates on learning how to be a better slave. It always comes down to communication, building trust and moving forward.

Master-Sir has been busy. The company that He works for is starting to get busy again as more casino and sports outlets begin to open up. As well, this is a busy time for gamblers with the Men’s College Basketball Finals. That’s a majority of the guests i work with the past couple of weeks. For Him, He is now working out of His old office a couple of days a week and will be going on the road for a couple of overnight trips next week. Plus they already have Him scheduled into April to get out and to meet with clients. getting to “reconnect” as he likes to say.

The Pretty Brunette was here the last couple of days. She was here for work as well. So she was here at night then gone during the day. I was allowed to serve them breakfast as well as help her cook a special dinner for Him. After serving them, I was sent to stand in the corner and wait to be needed again. Then she dumped the scraps into my bowl and sat there to watch me eat it. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t tasty because she mixed it all together. But she enjoyed the humiliation because she told me how wet she was getting just watching me eat “like the bitch dog you are”.

Slave Boi actually came over here for a few days. Master Sir asked His Mistress to loan Him to us since He is still not working a full time job. Master-Sir put Him to work getting the flower garden fixed up for the new season. Getting the dirt back in good shape as well as fixing some of the rocks around the garden and other landscape issues.

He was kept naked unless needed to cover up for going out front or because His Mistress didn’t want “anything” damaged. The good part was that He was allowed to use me. he is the only one who is allowed to fuck my pussy and cum in it. So I enjoy that as much as possible. No teasing, just fuck my hole and get it filled so I can suck His beaituful cock clean. I seem to take a little longer than normal to make sure His cock is really clean!!

Last Thursday, after I finished my usual Thursday assignments, Master-Sir had me tied with my legs spread to the couch by the pool and told Slave Boi to make sure He fucks my pussy as often as possible and to make sure he gets the relief and I get the pain. Slave Boi would never intentionally hurt me, but He certainly liked fucking my pussy while I was tied down and legs open. Then sticking His cock in my mouth to be cleaned.

I spent several hours in that position. Any time He looked my way, He saw my pussy open and inviting. He told me just seeing that pussy open, got Him hard. So He would stop working, come over, fuck me then go back to work. Until He looked at me again and repeated the cycle. He would also apologize. Apparently, he felt bad just using me. He was allowed to enjoy Himself while I was left there to suffer.

Each time He came, i was not allowed to clean myself. So each time, He got to joke about all the cum that was leaking out and running down my leg was His. With me not being able to clean myself up after each use, just drove me crazy. Master-Sir knows how much I hate being dirty and I hate not being clean down there. But He enjoyed it anyway. That’s what matters the most. I least I was able to suck His cock clean each time.

Master-Sir or Master Chase, who was here for a while, came out to look at me in this position. They both smiled, knowing that’s the only time I will be allowed to enjoy being fucked like that. Of course, while there, Master Chase will take advantage of my waiting mouth and use that hole for His own pleasures.

Even I had to admit that the fishy smell of my wet, well-used pussy was filling the air. I was the house whore and if anyone came in, they could smell it too! Add another little tick on my humiliation chart. Being the smelly cunt in the room and everyone knows it’s me.

Back at my job, my Boss is still getting spoiled. Just now in a low-key approach. Master Sir jokes that I am slowly leading Him down the road to being a Master. As an example, if we are both in the office and at our desks, i will look over at Him to see if he is running His finger around His coffee cup. If he is, I will get up to get myself a fresh cup of coffee then ask Him if He needs a refill? I may not need one, but I need to make it look like I am doing Him a friendly gesture by refilling His coffee cup.

Master-Sir has replaced the few pairs of panties that I am allowed to own, I wear them for work. He replaced them all with new panties that are aqua blue. My Boss’s favorite color and I have seen Him look over at me when I am moving my legs around. If I find a subtle way, I will flash Him to let Him see they are His color. He will smile.

If we need to go up to a suite for a check or something, we may use the freight elevator or the service elevator. I know the service elevator has cameras in it. The freight one does not. (I have been in the security room) So when I can get Him in that one, I will make sure to do something to let Him get a better, longer look. I will never look at Him when doing this. I don’t want Him to think of it as a come-on as I want Him. But I do this to hopefully pleasure Him. That is what i am there for. To make His day better. When I do this, he will make a comment about my teasing Him. Teasing has never been high on my tools of the trade. But I am a fast learner.

I hope you are having a wonderful month. That Spring has arrived and that you are enjoying the warmer weather!

As I have mentioned in the past, my Boss has allowed the few people who work in his department, to work from home then rotate us to work a couple of days in the office. So that we had that “social distancing.”

As our governor has allowed and the sporting world demands, we are starting to open up and the capacity limits in the casinos and the restaurants are starting to improve. Mysteriously how this happens just as we are entering into some of the best times for sports gambling and of course, spring break! That is also the time our little hidden department starts to get busy and the need for full staff in the office will be required.

Yesterday, it was me and the Bossman, alone in the office all day. I only needed to go out into the resort a few times for something. Otherwise it was He and I, alone. in private. He is single (divorced/widowed), he is in my age group. 50-60. Not bad looking, at all. Very well spoken. He fears being in “that age group” and being in middle management, he needs to not make waves, keep his nose clean and to walk the company line if he wants to stay employed long enough to retire with the full pension He was promised when he joined the management team here 10 years ago.

A topic He and I have had numerous discussions about over the couple of years that I have worked for Him. Always privately and always when no other employees are around. Literally, alone!

Yesterday, that’s how He started the day and our conversation. that he has come to “respect” my honesty and my ability to not gossip or be one who wants to know it all. What we talk about stays between us. That told me what I knew anyway, is that he had been testing me for awhile. To see what I would do with certain information about the department and the people who work in it as well as the clients we work with. Ours is dedicated to the people who get free’bies. They gamble or spend enough money here that they get the best of things for free.

He was commenting about how much it will change when everyone will be back in the office every day. The good and the bad of that change. The bad, for him, as he smiled, was the fact that I get his coffee and refresh it every so often. It never gets cold and its never empty. As if I knew when it needed to be done. He wondered if I was a waitress once? “Hell No!”

On the days that I am not here, he has to do it himself and he apparently has gotten used to me and my coffee refills. Not to mention how I keep His desk neat and orderly. When I pass it and He is not in His chair, I naturally lean over and clear the mess up. I know how He piles and files. So I know what not to touch and what to touch. Both habits will cease when we are all back to work.

He mentions my former Boss/Dom and how he now understands why the man gave me such glowing recommendations when the opportunity to move me into this department came up. Actually, according to Him, and He has said this multiple times, that my former Boss/Dom told Him that he would “forever regret not hiring me”.

My Boss, as nice as He is and how He walks the company line. Trying not to say the wrong word or refer to someone the wrong way, has learned that I am not easily offended and have no reason to be politically correct when around me. He really is interested in why I am the way I am. And today He went a little further than any time before to dig without really digging.

We were actually just trying to kill time before some meeting He had to run off to, so we talked. He mentioned that he noticed a few things about me and was curious about them. Ending the rambling statement with the “If I go too far, please stop me” statement trying to cover His ass! I told Him I am an open book. Ask and I will answer. Not telling Him I’m like that because my Owner told me to be. But He didn’t need to know that part, yet!

He was curious on my friendship with Master Chase. He has seen that I ride in with Him most days when I work then I am picked up by my Master “husband”. When He knows that I do drive and that I do have my own car. I will occasionally do drive myself. Just that during this Covid thing, my “husband” works from home and needs a break. So He likes to get out of the house, come down on the Strip, gets me and we go out for a late lunch before going home.

As for Master Chase. My story is that He is a dear friend of my Owner and lives close to the house,. So we agreed that I would ride in with Him and then go to lunch and home with my Master. Not using those words, but the same story. Occasionally, I will also go to lunch with Master Chase because he is a “friend” . My boss liked that answer. Telling me I am so “old fashionably proper!” He loved that, He liked the way my “husband” looks after me. So do I!

After he had returned from the meeting, we continued the conversation. This time He was wondering about my dress. The fact that I only wear skirts and blouses. He likes the feminine look, but we agreed that most women of “my style” (my being fat/fluffy) never do it right. He seemed surprised that He has never seen me in pants or leggings. “Not that is a bad thing” was His follow-up. Again, covering His company ass.

I complimented Him on his observation of what women wear, not all men do it the right way! We had a nice talk about women who have some curves and how they don’t have the support of their man to make them feel pretty, so they really don’t care how they look to others. I was soo wanting to be open and honest with Him to tell Him that I dress this way because my Owner tells me to. He wants His slave to look pretty for Him when she is in public. As His slave, I represent Him in all that I do… But I didn’t. I only said that my husband has instilled in me the self-confidence to want to look nice for the people “who are important to me”.

He seemed shocked that I would refer to Him as being important to me. That led us to the fact that I seem to know when to talk and know when is the best time to not speak. He noticed this mostly in the meetings we attend together. I told Him I had great teachers in the proper ways of business communication. Yes, my Owner has a mean flogger that has been used on me when I fail to learn when not to speak! That point i made in a comment about how I usually shut up when HE has something to say. As a respect that I have to someone in authority over me. (Dang, I know my company speak! )

He still isn’t sure about my past. From Fashion Retail management to maid to now Administrative assistant in special promotions? That “fall from grace” going from retail fashion management to a hotel maid? I reminded him that it was a maid at a Five Star Resort. And I got that job because of my Husband’s connections and that was the entryway for me to where I am now. Not to mention that being the maid was only part of the job. Sucking my boss’s cock every morning and cleaning His home naked every Thursday is how I got to be here!

So maybe I did use my female skills to climb the corporate ladder. But why stop here? He wanted to know why I haven’t sought bigger and better positions. I’m loyal to people I respect. if that was an answer. I gave it to Him. He smiled. I figured the truth would send Him over the edge. To say that my Owner doesn’t want me to go any further, may get one of us in trouble.

We even got into a conversation about women “my size” and finding adequate bra’s. His last girlfriend was a 36DD and He said the nice women, like the kind that I wear, are not cheap!! I let it slip that to save money I don’t buy panties. I had to. I just need to see if He would react. He did. He blushed, smiled, and even turned away for a minute…

Since I am allowed to wear a bra for work, He did not see my now hard nipples. But I knew I was wet between the legs. Thankfully He was called away and I could go to the ladies’ room (with permission) and dry off!

My Owner still has not given me permission to open up to Him. But to continue being the loyal and submissive secretary. He, like I do, thinks that my Boss really knows, He is just not relay sure how to ask. I may need help on this from my former Boss/Dom. Once we go back to full inhouse staff, I will miss these conversations. More importantly, i will miss my service to Him.

Our house gest slave is having a mind-bending experience and one that she has confessed to me is a life-altering experience. Her agreement to serve as a training slave ends on February 27. She has said several times that she is not liking what she has discovered about the life of full time slave or even about her desire to submit. But she has agreed to stay in her role the entire time.

This has been an interesting week or so for the three of us. For her, she has discovered just how soft of a life she had/has. How it has been easy for her and yet, not as fulfilling as her submission. She has seen this like a spiritual cleanse, in a kinky way (her words)

Going from a pampered, well controlled life to one of humble servitude, nudity and the loss o f control over everything. Almost like being a prisoner of a third world country (her words again!). In the next sentence she will tell me how it actually feels good to have no control over what people see, what she is to do or how she is treated. She does enjoy not having her beauty regiment every morning.

Master-Sir wants her hair down, clean and straight. No makeup or lipstick. She does apply some if on camera for her job. Otherwise she is natural and naked. of course, that’s the part that excites her and scares her at the same time. the fact that she is naked. That was not part of the original agreement. And that is what has changed her entire view of her submission as well as her view of mine.

When she put up a fuss because Master-Sir made me sleep on the floor while she slept in His bed, she wanted me to be able to have a better night’s sleep, so she agreed to some new rules. And that meant she was to be treated the same as me. I now either sleep with them in His bed or I am allowed to sleep in my room when not needed. He has allowed me to sleep with Him a few nights and sent her to her room for the night after she watched Him use me for sex. That is a story all by itself!

She has become a pretty good replica of me when I am not at home. She keeps my owner fed and his coffee cup filled. She is naked even when the friends come over to talk or or whatever. She is an absolutely dynamite cook and she has been the main cook for the time that she has been here. She politely will ask me to run to the store her and get fresh meats and vegetables for her to cook then we both serve, kneel and are hand fed or fed by the dog bowl.

Master-Sir enjoys the humiliations when He orders her to go to the store. She is only to wear a dress, no bra or panties. Or maybe a long T-shirt. either way, her rock hard nipples on her perky breasts really show off and several times she was barely able to cover her ass from showing as she walked down the isle in the store. She always enjoyed gettign the stares from the men and the glares fromt he women. But not dressed “like that” (her words)

She has told me several times how she enjoys watching my owner and myself interact. How He smiles when I am serving Him and He is using me. And how he apparently talks about me when I am not there. She explained how it has humbled her to hear that He prefers a female like me, not pretty and sexy, submissively and happy to serve Him. She is not used to not being the focus of attention and this time with us ahs really made her see just how much her life revolved around being the center of attention.

Monday Night Call Changed it All

Monday night, my boss called me at home. something He only does when he is in a tight spot and this time He was really in a tight spot. Being very apologetic, He was pleading before I knew why He was pleading for my help.

Sunday is Super Bowl. For Las Vegas, its called “The Big Game” and even with the pandemic and no shows and reduced capacity, we are getting some of our high rollers and such coming into the resort. Actually all the resorts. And that was the problem.

With the reduced capacity (25%) and the limit of how many people can be at a table in a restaurant and all that, he has a minor emergency. Several of our top guests who like to stay at our resort, need to spread their people around to several resorts. Say, for example, Mr. Bigshot has a 4 bedroom suite with a service butler. He also comes with some friends and associates, a couple of family members, etc. And they all stay in the hotel, just not in His suite.

Normally we can handle a last-minute addition of rooms and suites. We put them close together and we keep track of who is where and who gets what benefits and comps and who has to pay for what. Plus find a way to make last-minute changes, show reservations etc.. yes, we kiss their butt really well. However, right now, with the limits, our Governor has put on us now. we have no way of doing that and we have to move some of them to other resorts. And find a way to keep it all together for them.

He wants me to work with one group of VIP’s the entire weekend. Not what we had agreed to earlier. master-Sir told me to go. He has slave Lisa to serve Him.

When I was finished with my call, I crawled back to kneel at master-Sir’s feet to ask about what I agreed to. I knew I agreed to work. But we have an issue. Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday and several of His friends will be here to watch the game. They will be expecting to be served food, snacks, drinks. There is always a slave put in front of the TV and her ass beat to match the score. Then they will want blowjobs and to fuck the slave’s holes during intermissions.

Master-Sir smiled. Looked at slave Lisa and asked “Well?” She was kneeling next to me, but I could see her eyes get huge as he asked her the question. She didnt have an answer. I knw she enjoyed watching as Master Chad would use me for a quick blowjob before work. My young friend actually did fuck me in the ass after delivering a pizza, He did not cum in my ass as a a favor to my Owner. But he enjoyed using me as much as He enjoyed her watching.

Master-Sir made it clear that it was u p to her. He would abide by the agreement that only he uses her for sex. However, if she wants to be “like me” she needs to think about it. So he sent her to her room to be alone and to think it over.

When it came time for bed, Master-Sir wanted an answer. With a little question and answering session between all three of us, she agreed. She would stay naked during the day and the game. She would allow them to touch her and feel her pussy. She also started ot alk about how much she enjoyed the few wild sex parties she remembers from her college days. So she may agree to one blowjob per guest. No more. No other sexual fvors and the blowjobs will be done in her bedroom.

Master-Sir smiled, I smiled because I knew she would be a great game slave. I gave her soem poker chips we have that say “Blowjob” on them. When the men arrive, theyeach get one chip and when they use it, thats it.

would, if it were done nice and properly, agree to one blow job for each of them, alone, in her room as they requested. I explained to her how we have those chips we can give each of them that entitles them to one blow job per chip and when they are ready to use it, they give to to her and that sit. No more.

When we talked afterward, she was funny because giving the blowjobs was not her fear. She was actually looking forward to that because it just gave her some kind of good vibes or something. She said she liked how i got excited every time i was told to suck a cock, no matter how many times in a day, I was always happy and willing to go to a room and give a friend a blowjob.

It was being naked and serving them the snacks and drinks that scared her the most. What if they don’t like her snacks? What if she runs out of snacks? What if they spill on her or if they get too aggressive with her. But it was being naked for that length of time in front of a small group of men that were drinking that scared her the most. I assured her that they were Master-Sir’s best buddies, they will respect her boundaries and they will be the best of gentlemen even when drunk and having a hot little female naked serving them. She laughed at that image!

She spent the rest of the week debating over what to make for snacks and meals. She has changed the menu so many times, master-Sir finally made her make one menu and give it to me to get the ingredients. Then forget about it. But she couldnt. She even took a punishement (and so did i)becasue she changed the menu twice after he told her to stop.

So what are you doing this Sunday? Anything with the game? or playing something else??

Our little slave in training has bitten off more than she can chew. And I am enjoying watching her honor her words. Her dedication. Even if this is not what she wants or is not what she thought it would be. I am saying this all with a smile and in the most positive of terms.

Slave Lisa is in her second week as a slave in training with my Owner. From her first visit with us last year, she has talked with me often about her hidden desires toserv a man as His slave. To submit without question and to be, in her words “Like You”. meaning me.

In the short time she has been here, she had changed her agreement from being more of a casual observer with training on service to being my shadow and wanting to be me in all ways possible. With that, she learned first hand why I love and she may now hate, my Owner. His word is His bond. If He says he’s going to do something, you can take that promise to the bank and cash it. You agreed to terms with Him on your training and he is not backing down one inch from what you two agreed to.

As I had stated when this all started. She, like other ladies in her situation, lived a life that your young and above average beauty gave benefits to. And now you have decided to live with a man who doesn’t see your beauty as much as a reason to bow to you, but as something that adds a little extra to His Ownership of you. And that is a difficult pill to swallow!

This training exercise has also given me another reason to love my Owner as he has proven again, that I am His and He has no intention of changing my status of Ownership.

Confession Time

Once she made it clear that she really did want to change the agreement and share in my slave duties and treatment, my owner smiled and warned her to be careful what you wish for. And now she is eating those words.

She is sleeping in my Owner’s bed most nights. I have no issue with that and I want her there. But i am to quietly enter His room to wake her up so she can follow me in my morning routine. She wanted to sleep with and wake up with Master-Sir. What’s the big deal? She soon found out. The slave rises earlier to get ready t serve her Master.

This is when I shower, shave my body hair, and prep for greeting the day. His day. She really hates using the slave shower when the clean and warm guest shower is just a few feet away. “He will never know”. Yes, He will, I tell her.

I start the coffee and set out the morning news on his notepad. As well, i also have his “to-do” list for the day taken from His Google calendar. she smiles and thinks it would be easier to just have the calendar open on His notepad instead of writing it out and putting it in front of His plate. True, but that’s not how he wants me to serve Him.

From there, its back upstairs to the Master bedroom. To layout a clean towel, get His personal grooming supplies out and to quietly start the shower water at his preferred temperature.

Holding His cup of coffee, I kneel next to His side of the bed and start to make a little noise to alert Him that i am there and ready. Most times He’s already awake. But likes to play the game anyway! He sits up, takes the coffee and says His hello to the two naked and waiting slaves kneeling for Him.

I forgot one thing. He likes my nipples to be erect. meaning hers needed to be as well. Mine point down, hers are perky. She quickly rubs her nubs to get them hard to His smile.

His hand finds the back of my head and guides me over His cock and the command to “drink” . I feel him relax and lay back a little so he can smile as the new trainee watches the old slave swallow His morning stream. Something she “would never do for anyone”. so she claims.

He smiles at her and me as he walks into the shower. From there, I layout his clothing for the day and kneel next to the bathroom sink to wait for the end of His shower. She is telling me that all this detail is not what she was imagining. I mean, watching me do it was one thing, but getting into the actual doing the details, was not what she imagined this “training” would be.

Master-Sir, in a twist of His usual antics, steps out of the shower to dry himself off and starts a little show and tell playful dance. I think to the benefit of Slave Lisa. He bends down to kiss me first then her. Welcoming the new morning. His cock has now become hard and he smiles at Me! He tells her “I fucked you last night, its her turn” and my mouth is now filled again with His cock. He comes fast, I swallow then He pulls out and gets on with His morning routine. Ignoring either of us. He dismisses us and sends on downstairs to start breakfast.

we begin to make breakfast for Him. Place setting for one. I clean my dog bowl and add fresh water. She does the same for hers. Telling me this is getting to be more than she bargained for. She adds that she also sees how it is what I love and I want. Telling me how he had told her about how much he loves me and loves my obedience to Him. I remind her that i knew I was a service slave. That service is what I love and it’s what He loves about me.

She was starting to talk about how this is really teaching her a lesson about her life. That she knew she got away with a lot of things with men because she was pretty. But she was not expecting…. She really didn’t know how to say the rest. I did. I’m here to be HIS service slave. I serve Him, He loves me for my ability and my desire to serve Him. I’m not here for my beauty. I am here to serve Him. He loves me one way and He loves The Pretty Burnette, in another way. That’s what she was expecting. That her beauty would get her bonus points and get Him to occasionally forget about her serving duty. She smiled a half-smile and turned her head. Later she told me I was right.

Master-Sir enjoyed His breakfast with His two slaves kneeling at His side. He hand fed us both a little from His plate. When He’s done or he wants s little tease of a show, He always enjoys putting the scraps into our bowls afterward and watching her from behind as she tries to eat. seeing her ass and her wet pussy puts a smile on His face.

Know this because this morning Master-Chase stopped by. He wanted to talk to my Owner about something, then take me to work. So as I served Him, I watched my Owner watch slave Lisa eat and wiggle her ass for Him.

Afterward, she asked permission to get dressed for the office, she had an early zoom meeting to attend. He agreed. i was sent upstairs to get dressed. Master Chase picked out my clothing then fed me His cock to suck before allowing me to get dressed.

As I dressed, i asked Him about using my pussy or my ass. the fact that He has not used either all year. He talked about how my Owner asked Him not to. Or at least not to “finish there”. Master Chase was upfront. it was easier to just fuck my mouth and enjoy unloading there, then to fuck my pussy then right at the point of no return, to pull out and use my other hole. “To much work” was his final response!

He agrees that it wasn’t a rule, but more of a request. But why play the gray area. He started to play with my pussy as he told me it was just easier and He knew ignoring my other two holes was probably driving me nuts. His fingers went deeper into my pussy and causing me to want to beg for an orgasm. But He stopped and had me lick His fingers clean. Smiling as I tried to swallow them whole and get more.

Right now, a good breeze across my pussy will cause an earth shattering orgasm!

We went downstairs. I said my goodbyes to slave Lisa then to Master-Sir and we were off to the office.