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Day One Two Slaves

January 24, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Slave Lisa arrived Saturday. And things went very well considering how this is a new experience for all of us.

Slave Lisa (the friend of the Pretty Burnette/ Miss Tina), is a beautiful lady who is used to the finer things in life and being pampered by the men she works with and the men she sells to (pharmaceutical rep). She has accepted herself as the slave that she wants to become. And now she wants, while she is working remotely, to experience what it’s like being Owned, or at least being put under the control of a generous Master for a few weeks to see if her dreams really match reality.

Master-Sir has already made a few changes in my life that I am still getting used to. It’s mostly about a higher protocol in how I serve Him. And the final change that I know of, were restrictions on my pussy. men who are allowed to use any of my holes for sex, but are being asked to not “finish there”. In other words, pound me with your cock then use my face, mouth, or floor for your receptacle. The face thing is new and thankfully nobody has done it yet.

Master-Sir has stopped using my pussy entirely since the first week in January. eek!

She Arrives

Slave Lisa arrived Saturday. Driving here from Kansas City. I feel better now that I can and was told to call her Slave Lisa, because that’s what she was coming here to be. A slave in training.

She was her perky, beautiful self. She tried to hide her fear or uneasiness about what she had agreed to, but she still was properly dressed as an executive woman would be pulling up in her sporty Lexus. The clean, well-maintained car pulled into the driveway and the entire scene just looked like an adult version of a young girl’s Barbie days. The prim and proper skinny girl in the low heels, nylons, short skirt, white blouse that gave off a sense of sexuality yet professional “hand-off” persona protecting her perky 34 C breasts in a padded bra. Her hair in a bun, the Ray-ban sunglasses, and the name brand, out of my league leather purse off her shoulder.

She parked in the driveway and I greeted her properly at the door. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were also having races. She stepped in like she owned the place. Something I know from her last visit, is just how she runs her world and the same I get from Miss Tina. I knelt to welcome her to the house, to remove her shoes, and to properly kiss her feet. Master-Sir had other ideas.

From that first moment, my Owner was watching all this from the Livingroom windows. The moment that I knelt to welcome her, he stopped me in my tracks. He ordered her to return to her car, park it out on the street then enter using the garage, like the slave she will be. She can remove her clothing there. next to mine on the shelf. Then enter and meet Him in His office. Naked. I was ordered to get Him a drink as He walked away.

She and I both were kind of stunned at the way it all started. She tried to say something but my Owner reminder her of His order as He walked away, into the office. She did as she was told while i went to do as I was told. After serving Him His drink, I was ordered to stand in the corner of the office opposite Him. I would only be able to hear what they talked about, not allowed to say or see anything.

I heard her walk into His office, greeted Him then sat down. He changed that, She was to kneel at His side. She stated this was not agreed to and that they needed to finalize the agreement. My owner took that as a demand. As with me, He doesn’t need her but will accept her. He can live without her since He has me. But He will be fair and let her sit, for now, naked in the office chair. He made it clear that this is the last part of their negotiation and outlining the rules. It will be done as adults and that’s why he has been so firm from the start. She agreed and understood His reasons for being so firm from the first “hello”

For now, they agreed that unless on Zoom or office chat, she will work in the office topless. She will be naked anytime she outside the office and not on the office cam. She just feels she needs something to remind her of her professional status. She will address Him as “Sir” or “Master” she will be called slave Lisa, nothing else unless it’s work-related.

He will have access to all her holes, but not to offer her to others for sexual purposes. She is not used to anal and may not be able to handle too much at the beginning. She loves oral. (That’s when I started to panic) Master-Sir informed her that she will be His main sexual toy for the time that she is here and expect to be used often in many different ways. She will be allowed to call “yellow” to pause the action, but that it will continue quickly. He will not stop how He is using her without a really good reason.

They talked about a few other things before Master-Sir took her on the grand tour, with me ordered to follow on my hands and knees. This was so much like the first night I met my Owner and He took me on a tour of His house. I kept a few paces back as He led her around the house. Telling her how He wants things and expects things. She was to take note of how the house is set up and clean. he will expect it to stay that way and it will be hers and my responsibility to keep it this way. As He did, he informed both of us that if one fails we both get the punishment.

My punishment will obviously be more harsh. The larger, harder paddle, the heavier flogger. More corner time. She will be gradually increased in how or if she is punished.

He got to the guest bedroom. This is where she will stay when He has no use for her. She will unpack her bags later. He made mention that the attached guest bathroom should be closed up since slaves do not use the bathrooms in the house. But it will be needed for friends who stop and visit to use. I could see her gsp at that idea.

She will use the slave bathroom with me. No fancy shower, or nice large toilet. Nope. The clear curtain in the shower, no door, and a tiny sink and mirror in the garage is where slaves go for their bathroom needs.

The Bedroom

Going to the second floor, I started to panic. Too many bad memories of previous submissives coming to stay here and be in the bedroom. Here, He let her know she will sleep on one side of the bed, pointing to His side and where He wants her to kneel when asking permission to get in bed or to leave the bedroom to serve. She already saw my bedroom. But was informed that most nights, i will be on the small mattress on the floor on His side of the bed.

Unlike previous visits, I am not there to serve her sexually (sigh of relief) Although I will be there to lick His cum from her pussy after sex. He emphasized the words “IF I DECIDE to use that hole.” Oh yea, Her orgasms will be regulated as well. No masturbation as well without permission. She was not happy being reminded of that rule. she was quietly huffing and puffing as He continued. I was trying not to smile too loudly!

She smiled at the large bed. Master-Sir pointed out the hooks and the chains on the frames as well as the drawers where she may be told to go fetch a toy, a butt plug or whatever implement He will want to use on her. She really liked that part of the tour.

The Moment Had Arrived

After the tour had been completed, i was told to face the corner in the bedroom where I had spent many nights as He had wonderful sex with Miss Tina. Master-Sir than told slave Lisa, He wanted to start this right. I heard Him drop His pants and clothing, instructing her to neatly fold them and place them on the dresser. He got onto the bed.

She, I figured by the noises tried to get on the bed as well. until Master-Sir told her to get off and do it right. To kneel at the bedside and wait. then to ask Permission. I smiled as I tried to imagine the surprised look on her face.

She properly asked and He, of course, allowed her on the bed. Then I heard His grip on her hair and then the sounds of a mouth going over His cock. There was a struggle. Not sure because of His size or just the fact that she was beingmade to suck His cock without warning or warmup. At least from what I heard, I knew I was better then she was at sucking a cock!

He started to moan and tell her how it felt. Telling her to swallow it all and not to choke. Its not THAT big (it is!), Telling her she will get plenty of time to get used to sucking his cock. Then I heard Him tell her that from now on, I will be watching her and being there for clean up. ” So do it right and I won’t have to have Bitch slave clean up after you”. Hmmm… He was speaking those wonderful words of humiliation!!

Many years ago, my slave-boi friend and His mistress were on the bed with Master-Sir when slave-boi was told to give my owner a blowjob. I freaked out and made a huge scene that resulted in a serious punishment that I will never forget. I always felt that of all the things he does with His lady friends, i wanted this one thing to be “ours”, Yes, i was being a selfish slave and I have been punished serveal times for how i behaved when another slave has sucked His cock.

Over time, with most of His girlfriends, I have learned to ignore them. When they go to suck His cock, i am either not in the room, or I know from conversations, that He tolerates their cock sucking skills. He has told me many times that I still rule the world when it comes to sucking His cock. However, this was the first time that a skinny, pretty female slave in training has been allowed to suck His cock while I was in the room. This is the first time where I knew that I was not going to be used for any sexual purposes with Him and that she, a younger, sexier slave would be His main source of sexual pleasures for the foreseeable future. And that I would be made to watch.

This is the moment I feared the most when i learned of her coming to live and train here. This moment has caused me a lot of sleepless nights and few panic attacks. Master-Sir had offers in the past to leave me and live a full life with a sexy, beautiful vanilla woman. Surprisingly, He turned them down because He would lose His slave in the deal. Now here He had a slave He could be training to replace me. She was younger, she was cute, a nice arm charm if needed, sexually eager to please and she wanted Him to train her as a slave. He could easily train her to be His slave. She would be a perfect reason to leave me and take her as His own.

To my surprise, I held my tongue. I did not get angry or get jealous as I heard them sexy talking and her trying to be better at swallowing His cock the way that He likes it. But I knew He was not enjoying it as He had to talk too much about how she could do it better or should do it “To please me, Your Master” . She was doing it her way, the way her other men liked it. He has standards and she was not meeting them!

After she finally got Him to cum and she swallowed it all, He dismissed her quickly. Told her to get dressed, get downstairs, get her things, unpack, then get naked and wait for Him in the kitchen,. as it was almost time for lunch. Being dismissed right after sucking a cock, was not what she was expecting. I heard her breathing a little heavier as she walked by me with a heavy walk. Upset maybe?

Once she was gone, Master-Sir walked to me, leaned over my shoulder, and congratulated me for being such an obedient slave. He told me He was worried about How I was going to handle the blowjob. He was expecting a problem. But He loved that I accepted it. I smiled and told Him she will learn to be better. His reply was “not like you” and He walked out of the room.

I was left there in the bedroom corner, alone. After a time, I’m not sure how long i stood there, but I knew Master-Sir was finished with lunch because He sent slave Lisa up to get me. I needed to show her around the kitchen and the patio area.

After I stepped away from the corner and started to stretch my muscles, she kissed me a sweet hello kiss. Telling me she didn’t get to do that when she entered the house. Smiling, she looked so cute, yet so scared. She told me she was expecting something completely different. She was expecting to be treated as that cute thing in the bedroom. She knew it wasn’t going to be like that, but she never expected “this” from moment one. I smiled and told her its not as bad as it may seem. She agreed. It’s just that she was not excepting this much control from the start. you know, work into it, not from moment one! She ended the conversation with ” I envy you for what you are and how you are so loved” and with that, we walked downstairs to finish her tour. I was smiling too much to respond.

This has started pout unlike either of us had imagined.

And I like that!

The Friend Returns For real

January 22, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

There has been a lot of new and exciting changes here at my Owner’s palace. Starting with His new rules for His old slave. More protocols and formal slave-like procedures. The nice thing about those is that they have been added with a large serving of love. Hugs and Kisses as He has recognized my difficulty in following what we both agree should have been added years ago. When my body was younger and more flexible! But I am adapting and learning and that is the part that i like. is the challenge this is giving me.

The biggest or the one new rule that may be the most difficult for me to obey, Master-Sir made a new rule and asked His friends to follow it starting last Monday. To only use my mouth to cum in. They may use my other two holes for fucking, but He asked not to finish in them. Use my only mouth or my face to finish. Use my mouth, leave my other two holes alone. He made sure to note that this is not a hard rule, but more of a request. He knows that I have great orgasms with anal sex and ignoring my pussy will drive me crazy. it’s not a rule to not use my other two holes. But it is a rule NOT to finish in them. They can fuck me, tease me, but only fill my mouth or finish on me or the floor and I will lick it up afterward.

At the time, He told me he had no ending date for the new rule. So I was meant to suffer without any deadline. But now that He has a cute slave for use, I see no reason why He would care for me and my misery. So I see this new rule lasting a very long time. Somewhere in that month, Miss Lisa said she wants to come back and spend a couple of weeks working from here. That news just added to what already looked like a long and cruel winter into the spring season!

Master-Sir Takes a New Slave

Yes, He will have another slave here to play with. It’s been a while since i last talked about them, now they return. Miss Tina (The Pretty Brunette), who visited us last August and stayed a month or so. During that time Her friend i named, “The Friend” came out to visit with her and that meant with us. She quickly discovered that her friend’s boyfriend had a live-in slave. That was a mouthful.

The friend shyly admitted while she was here, seeing me, that she had a life long desire to be a slave if she could ever find the right man to be Her Owner and that it would not ruin her career. A very tall order. In that visit,, she tried both sides of the leash and found she was indeed wanting to be more the slave than the Domme.

UPDATE: The Friend has asked that I use the name “Lisa” or “slave Lisa” and so going forward, she is slave Lisa and the Pretty Burnette is Miss Tina.

So last week in their online chats, Master-Sir was talking with Miss Tina, He found out that “lisa” was changing jobs thanks to Miss Tina. In fact, the new job was so that she would not lose her employment and at the same time, help in her search to find her submission, all compliments of Miss Tina.

Lisa’s new job title involves research and online sales. Something she can do from anywhere she has access to a computer and the Internet. So she has asked permission to do it from our home. As Master-Sir’s slave in training. Master-Sir has agreed. However, this all comes with some details they need to work out.

as His property, I had no say in this and I know that is how it was meant to be. It’s what I agreed to when I became His slave and His property. Yet this all hit me a little harder than I had expected. or maybe as I had hoped I would have taken the news that there will be a pretty little thing acting as His “other” slave. True, they are negotiating some pre-defined rules for her experimenting. After all, she will be living in the house that I serve in and to know that i am the lowest of the slaves. So I will serve under her. The pretty little thing with the perky tits, tight pussy, and cute smile will be submissive, yet be above me in the ranking.

They negotiated a trial run of 30 days. Actually, it was from January 20 to February 27. a little over one month. yes, they negotiated everything, or what she thinks is everything! After all, she is a “submissive in training” not one coming in trained and ready to serve. She still thinks this is more of a game than the real thing.

So far they have agreed that she doesn’t have to be naked all the time. She will be allowed to wear a short skirt and be topless. but no panties or bra. as if she needs them. She will call Him “Sir” not Master-Sir. Most nights, she will sleep with Him, I will sleep on the floor on His side or in my bedroom as He decides.

I know I’m going to be doing a lot of mental games and having a few mental sessions and that may mean some serious long and in depth journal entries here. So just be prepared. you have been properly warned!

Master-Sir had a Confession

January 21, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Never did I ever think that I would write a headline like that one!! But my Owner does like to keep me on my toes.

So here’s the story. The new year started out as it usually does, with my Owner fucking His slave as we watched the new year come into our lives. From that point on, He decided we needed to make a few changes in how I serve Him and how I behave like a slave.

In the last couple of posts, I may have explained a couple of the new rules or protocols. Like being the dog with the command “Stay” meaning i am on all fours, my head is up and facing forward. My saggy tits are just barely touching the ground and my legs are apart to show off my wet and sloppy pussy.

I am to stay in that position until told explicitly otherwise to move. Pain be dammed and my cries for relief are properly ignored. If I am fucked in that position, I still am not allowed to move in order to clean the cock that used me. If they desire, they can move to my mouth and i will suck them clean with pride and smile as I thank them for the honor. But I will not move.

After using me, what they deposit inside me leaks out over time and when I am allowed to move, I must quickly lick up any mess I made on the floor before I am to do as commanded.

We Talked, He Confessed

Master-Sir and I were enjoying a beautiful sunny January day out by the pool. Not in it, just by it. I had served Him a sandwich and a drink for lunch. as I knelt at His feet, back properly straight, Hands behind my back and a smile on my face. Something that was also part of the new protocols. I had made a request to allow me to relax as the pain from sitting in this new position was starting to bother me. Master-Sir said “NO” I thanked Him and obeyed.

Then after a few minutes, He relented and allowed me to curl up into between His legs as He patted my hair and put my boobs into the palms of His hands. He began to talk. He asked if I was having problems with the new rules that He gave to me at the beginning of the year. yes, I was. I am not understanding why the new protocols. I also explained that my old body is having issues using muscles that I forgot I had.

Master-Sir offered an apology for not discussing them with me earlier. or at least giving me an advanced notice that He was planning to go all “Super Dom” on me!

However, he had always thought about it. We started as Master and slave. That was it. He wanted a slave in His life to make His life more pelasurabel. A slave to keep His hom ein order and to be there to use as he wanted, when he wanted to. as well, soemoen He coul dgrow to love, cherish, protect and grow old with. i fit the bill as he did the same fo rwhat io was lookign for. we were not into the whips, the chains, the costumes and the “silly” protocols.

But He always admired the couples that were into it. The formal positions for the slave to be in for various activities. He liked that I was very obedient and easy to train to be more obedient for the ways that he wanted to live and play. But there was always something missing.

Then it hit him one day. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was something with the President being greeted by the Military’s guards. It was the parades or the pomp and circumstances that President Trump was admiring as He walked by them and that became the moment that my owner started to make the decision to add the formality into my service.

His Confession

Master-Sir had me look Him in the eyes. He held my chin, He apologized for the sudden changes and that, yes, I am older now and my body doesn’t move the way that it used to. As well, my body is not skinny and has a few things in the way, making certain movements a little more difficult if not painful. He apologized for not doing this when we first met. But He guessed maybe He was just thankful that He had found His dream slave and was happy at just having a slave to own and use. It was easy to just make it the way we made it. Not much planning or coordinating because it worked “good enough” for Him.

But now, He askes that I hang in there. Do my best to do as He commands. For me to stick it out for a few more weeks, maybe the first of February and we can reevaluate how it all is at that point. He did remind me that I do have safe words and that saying “Yellow” may get Him to pause the command or make an adjustment for that one command for me to get through it and to serve Him as needed. He knows I hate to use and that I have never used a safe word on Him that we can think of.

So I thanked Him. To be honest, we were both wet in the eyes as He confessed the reasons for the new rules and His asking me to please be obedient and to do as He commands for a little longer before we take a long hard look at where to go from here. I agreed to give my owner what he had asked for. But I may actually need ot call “yellow” occasionally and he would be ok with that.

Yellow means to pause, not stop. Toi give me a moment or two to relax, regain my thoughts and my stregth to continue with the command. I would not, not do what he commanded of me,. It is just that I would need a break to work the muscles, get the sores worked out before I would be able to resume my services as requested.

I am a slave an di will always obey Him, no matter the cost to me. But I am so glad to know the reasons for the long delayed protocols that I am now finding myself having to learn and use.

If I am totally honest with myself, i am finding myself pretty proud to be able to do what he has asked. That I can take the pain while He enjoys the beauty of the new way His slave is serving Him. Like Him, I do wished we had started this a few years earlier. It would have been so much easier!!

With All my Love

Bitch Slave

Looking back at Surrendering

January 18, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

I’m on a wonderful little discussion group female slaves and submissives. One of the things I like about it is that it is just “us gals” and because of that, everyone trys to let their guard down and opens up in the discussions.

Recently, one of the questions asked of the group was like this: What was something challenging for you to surrender? Did you realize that after the surrender, the rewards were, and did the memories of these help make the next steps of surrender a little easier?

For me, one of the first and toughest challenges for me to surrender in order to become His Property was to let go of my things. I was thirty years old and spent most of my adult life on my own. Being a fluffy lady who challenged the status quo by making it into a upper management position for a fashion retail chain, I was proud of my battles and had collected a few things that filled my apartment to remind me of the battles that I had won.

Not only those mementos, but just the usual things a single lady collects to fill her apartment and to amuse herself while looking for that master of her dreams. So I had lot of things I needed to get rid of. Things that I was attached to. My soon to be Owner had said I was only allowed to come to Him with what I could carry on to an aircraft. Basically two suitcases and one small box.

Family Concerns

It’s not as bad as it may sound. Even if my family had started to get worried that I may have gotten tangled up into some kind of a west coast cult. I was getting rid of a lot of things to move west to live with a man they never met. I was hurridly asking family and friends f they wanted them or piling them up and getting the carts to carry them down the street to the chairty store on the cormner.

My soon to be owner and I had been talking steadily for the past thirty days. He really wanted to have His own slave, but was certain He wanted nothing to do with a girlfriend and all the baggage that comes with it. He didn’t NEED a slave, but wanted one. So if I was certain we were meant for reach other and that I was serious about becoming property, then property doesn’t need a moving van of stuff to move in to her Owner’s house.

The first ten days I spent living with Him after we met, I found i really didn’t need or want for anything. i was naked 90% of the time. He had everything a good slave could want or need to serve her Master and live a good life.

But its that emotional attachment we always give to things we posses. When in reality, a majority of what we own is crap!

I occasionally am allowed a little TV time and have seen those shows where people go out and live in a tiny house. Basically its a small camper on blocks! But they live in it full time. I had to go through what they went through. Taking everything you own, piece by piece. Holding it, looking at it and giving it a value. Stay or go. Then you do it a few more times as the “stay” pile gets smaller and smaller. Finally you have only the things that really mean something to you. The family pictures and mementoes from those people who you hold near and dear to your heart.

At this point, I do need to make one confession that made this all a little easier. My soon to be Owner, told me He would buy whatever clothing He thinks that I needed when I get there. So I didn’t need to pack clothing. I would arrive wearing my best bra and panty set and a skirt and blouse. Why pack anything more? I would be naked starting almost as soon as I arrived! That helped give me room in the suitcase. Btw. I was also allowed one small box of personal items as well. he did give me that bonus!

Realizing the Magnitude of My Decision

I know, reading this now, it sounds like I was getting ready to go to prison or something. Now I guess, I understand why my family was so concerned. I really did get rid of a lot of things! And it did stress me out. I mean, I knew I was making the right decision and that I wasn’t coming back a failed slave. So I knew I didn’t need all the things I surrounded myself with.

Yet I still had that little voice in the back of my head was still there telling me “what if?” On that final day before boarding the plane, all I really had for clothing is what I was wearing. Chiffon Blouse, jean skirt, lace bra, and matching panties. Almost everything else was gone. So what if this failed?

I guess I was at that point where it wasn’t going to matter. if I failed to impress my new Owner, then I deserved to return with just what I left with. I would need to start over anyway and that I would have wanted to remove anything that gave me memories of my life of a wanting slave.

Over the previous thirty days, I had some serious, wonderful as well as deep conversations with this man. I mean deep and long. Prior to that, I spent almost two weeks being His no-limits nude slave and He really worked me, pushed me to see where my limits were. So I knew that He knew what He was getting in me. I knew what I was getting into. The feelings were really unlike any feelings for a man or for me becoming His slave than I ever had before. This was really a new level of trust that i was developing. So I told that voice to be quiet for at least a few weeks!

So yes, that was my biggest struggle to get over and the rewards, as stated, were so well worth the efforts, the lost nights of sleep, and the panic attacks I and my family were having as I was shedding my old life, preparing to start a new one as a slave. I was, so I thought, giving up, sourrendering my freedom to be His proeprty. Now I undertand I was giving Him me so that I could have my freedoms.

I was and I have been His property from the moment I landed and I will remain His property until He tells me to leave. After that, almost everything else was a breeze. Once I realized this was really what I wanted and that it was real, I was happier than I had been in a long long time. And I am still happy I made that move, I made those sacrifices.

Thank you

My Young Friends First Visit of the Year

January 15, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

As I mentioned in my last post, my young friend made a delivery here on New Year Eve and was happy to be tipped by another submissive other than me. Knowing He would be here later in the month and have me all to Himself.

Master-Sir was helping Him build a business and marketing plan for a class project. The project was to imagine if He were to start a new business or expand the one His family has now. Master-Sir loved the challenge as much as He did.

After I answered the door and welcomed Him in, by removing his shoes and kissing His feet, we walked to the office. Master-Sir welcomed Him in and put His hand out, telling me to “stay”. One of His new rules for me. When I am told to “stay”, i am on all fours, legs apart to show my pussy and my Head is up with my saggy tits almost touching the floor. I am to be silent and not move from that position until told to. It’s not easy but it is getting easier each day!

Thankfully it was only a few minutes before they wanted some coffee or juice. Unfortunately, I needed a bathroom break. asking permission, my Young Friend offered to walk me out. Master-Sir handed Him the collar and leash (new for this year) and walked me out to the garden to watch me pee. talking about the new rules were kind of erotic to Him and He suddenly needed a blowjob. Right there in the garden!

Actually, He stopped me as I was unzipping His pants. We walked back into the office and He asked my owner to allow Him to use me. He agreed. My Young Friend needed to fuck this slave.

In the guest room, He had me stay on the floor like i was in the office. On all fours, legs spread and pussy was open. I heard Him undress and kneel behind me. He was talking about how New years eve was a wonderful blowjob from Ms Susann. “She gave a really nice blowjob. Not like yours, but still very nice.” I thanked Him for the compliment. I took it as a compliment since she was pleasing Him for me.

Sadly, I have to say His first slave fuck of the new year was really quick. He fucked my pussy fast and hard and felt my tits, pulling on my nipples then filled me with His cum. Seriously, it really felt like it was that fast! It was quick! As I was about to move so i could clean His cock, he moved instead. Pulling out and telling me to “stay” as he moved to be in front of me and putting His now soft cock into my mouth for clean up.

He got up, got dressed, and walked out of the room. leaving me there. He had told me to “stay” and I obeyed. While I was holding my position, I was feeling His cum dripping out of my pussy. Wondering what i was to do as I waited. the feeling was wonderful, warm, and helped extend the feeling of how He had used me. it was quick, but now I can enjoy the after-effects. I smiled at the thought of it all. The warm slow leaking was somewhat better than what caused the leakage. As much as I hate to say that and I know He will read this. But I enjoyed the stay and the warm wetness running down my leg and dripping to the floor much better. It made it all last longer.

He did finally return. Smiling and laughing, forgetting that I now stay when I am told to stay! “Master, I made a mess while waiting” was what I had to tell Him. The cum had now created a wet spot on the floor between my legs. My young friend smiled. He was getting evil. He told me to lick it up quickly and let’s get back to business. I did as I was commanded. Turning around and licking the wetness from the floor. I thanked Him as I followed Him out the door and back into the office where my Owner was smiling at the entire episode.

Over the next couple of hours, i stayed out of their way as much as possible, They worked, i came back in the office only when I was called. When they needed drinks, a snack, or some errand ran. I did as they needed me to do. Otherwise, I left my men alone to do what they needed to do.

When I served them a late lunch, my young friend enjoyed having me at His side and eating from His hand. He tried to hide His hard cock, but I smiled when I saw it. I knew this was a turn-on for Him. Later, as they were wrapping up their work, my young friend used me one more time. This time for just a normal blowjob.

As Master-Sir collapsed on the couch and invited me to lay next to Him, with my Boobs in His hand, he told me that they may be doing that again in a week or two. It may be a long term project. He wasn’t sure. But it was fun and they enjoyed it all. even the fucking. Maybe next time, he will just have me fuck my friend at the start to get it over and get His head in the project faster and longer.

Apparently my Young Friend was distracted several times because He needed to use me and tried to ignore the feelings. Master-Sir found it funny. They way He tried to stay focused, but really want there. All of the talking made my owner need to have a blowjob as He turned on the TV. So I ended my day slowly sucking His cock while He watched something mindless on TV.

My New Years, The Same, Only Different

January 13, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

From our first new Year’s Eve together, Master-Sir has had a ritual that He has maintained. Every time the bells toll and the fireworks lightup the sky telling us it is the new year, I am facing the new world and His cock is buried into my pussy or my ass and many of the times, He is filling the hole with my reward at that exact minute!

There have been a few years there where I was sure he would not fulfill it because I was loaned to another for their sexual purposes and the timing was tight. But silly slave girl, He is my Owner and He will keep me on my toes. I have been fucked at the stroke of midnight Every New Years Eve we have been together.

This year (?) Las Vegas did not have their annual fireworks display. However, one hotel downtown did have its own celebration. From the Masterbedroom window, it wasn’t going to be easy to see, and I knew we were not going anywhere, so I was not sure what my Owner had planned.

Master Chase was here along with my former Boss/Dom and His submissive wife, Ms Susann, who were in town for the holiday. So it was a quiet, friendly night. I was kept naked as i served everyone their drinks. Ms Susann was topless and enjoyed being that way in the “warm” desert air. To me, it wasn’t that warm! I can say that she also really enjoyed being able to be topless and submissive around other people. The first time she did so around strangers. The men all decided she could be the slave in charge of the food and snacks.

We ordered pizza and sandwiches from our favorite neighborhood place. Of course, for us, the delivery boy was my young friend, the oldest son of the owners. He was ecstatic when I told Him he could have his choice of two slaves to suck His cock for his holiday tip! He thought I would be offended, but He really wanted Ms Susann. She had longer, darker hair and he was just wanting something different.

He’s was so cute!! I had to assure Him that I wasn’t going to be jealous or upset. He is the man and He gets to decide. Besides, we have a wonderful friendship and I want to be sure that He is happy and well served. reminding Him that I would be around later next week for His day with my Owner who is helping Him with a school project. So He gets to use me all He wants then! So she took Him to the guest bedroom and she sucked His cock while he felt her big tits like he does with me. She told me later how she enjoyed how He did it with a gentle grip, not too rough but not too gentle. Saying most young men who use her just want to grip them like they were torquing a wrench or something!! Laughing, I told her I was helping Him to be more of a gentleman with the ladies. She said its working!

Close to Zero Hour

By 11:30, Susann had already given each man at least one blowjob. And to her surprise, she had no problem doing it in front of everyone. Her Master was smiling at the way she was so obedient in her ways and the proper “thank you” by kissing their feet after she had served them. I was still unsure what my owner had planned for me.

As some of the neighborhood started to light up with pirated fireworks, we all moved to the back patio, on the other side of the pool. Master-Sir had already scoped it out and set up some lawn chairs at what should be a direct view into the downtown area and the Plaza Hotel. He assured everyone that we should be able to see the fireworks from there.

It was at that moment I discovered the unusual setup. Everyone’s chairs were in a semi-circle facing out, over the wall with blankets except one. That one sat behind the others. That’s where Master-Sir sat as Ms Susann and I got everyone a fresh hot mug of chocolate and marshmallows. She snuggled in with her Master under their blanket. I was kneeling between the legs of my Master as He directed me to suck His cock. In the cold air, with no blanket. He could see the friends and the neighboring fireworks, I could see the fireworks in my head as I was upset having to be naked in the freezing cold, sucking on His beautiful cock while everyone else was under warm blankets, enjoying thier hot chocolate.

As I started to settle in on His cock in my mouth, wondering if THIS was how i was to enjoy the midnight hour. His cock was not as firm as it normally is, giving me a smile that maybe He was not enjoying the cold air with me.

Finally, I felt the tug on my hair and a command to “Get On” – Get on? He was going to let me be on top of Him and fuck His cock? Oh hell yes! The night just got better! Changing the positions, I felt Him wrap me with the blanket as I straddled His body, holding his now hard cock to guide it into my sloppy wet pussy. I was going to be fucked on the zero hour. and I was going to be the one doing the timing. I was suddenly a very happy slave again as I watched the neighboring fireworks, saw some other fireworks off in the other parts of the valley, and felt His cock fill my long-neglected hole.

I heard the command “Hands behind your back Bitch slave”. Yes Sir !! I always feel so much better when not allowed to enjoy myself as much with my hands in that position. I know, sounds weird, but I love being “that way”. Hands behind my back, on His cock makes me ride taller and straight. That works to get His cock deeper into me if that makes any sense to the non-female readers. it is such a wonderful way to be fucked or in this case, to fuck my Owner’s cock.

As I felt Him get bigger, He commanded me to cum. What was this? I was now being allowed to cum before Him! No Problem master-Sir, I did! I started to shake as I felt His hand slap my ass telling me to keep going. I wanted to stop and enjoy the spasms, the lights, and the stars in my head. Only a few times has he ever let me ride His cock on top like this and it was really giving me some large and enjoyable climaxes. But I needed to remember, to focus. I was allowed this reward while being used for HIS needs, not mine.

A few minutes later, as if on cue, the final set of some really explosive fireworks coming from the top of the Plaza Hotel in Downtown Las Vegas was happening as I felt my owner doing the same inside my pussy. He pulled my hair back so that I could not move as He continued to spasm and fill me with His cum. Everyone was cheering and I felt a little blush thinking they were cheering for me, for my owner fucking me. But in reality, it was just a really beautiful show in the sky.

I was breathing too heavy to really care who or what was being applauded…

The New Year Arrives

Master Chase was the first to get up and walk by us. He smiled, kissed me to wish me a happy new year. Pinching my rock hard nipples. Master-Sir asked Him to start the fire pit. we would all gather around there to close out the night. Master-Sir was still holding me in place as my former Boss/Dom led His submissive to the firepit. He stopped to do the same. Giving me a kiss and Master-Sir kissed Ms Susann and wished each other a wonderful new year.

Now all that was left was for me to kiss my owner and thank Him. But He had other ideas. My first kiss of the new year would be His cock as I cleaned our juices off His cock and lick off the drippings on the blanket that I was wrapped in. Then Master-Sir bent down to kiss His slave and to wish me a Happy new year.

After exchanging “I love you’s” I was ordered to get off and to crawl on all fours to the firepit. He was my owner and i was His Bitch Slave, His dog. and I needed to start acting like it.

New Year Changes

So many emotions, feelings and thoughts were hitting me as i did as he commanded me.

This was the first New Year He used me in front (or behind) others. It had always been us alone and usually in the bedroom. I will say that this was a really nice and surprising way to end such a horrible year and to have my first command of the new year be to walk like a slave-dog to the firepit was absolutely the most excitingly erotically humiliating way for me to begin the new year.

Seeing that I am writing this after the event and knowing now what changes He has made for me to follow, I now understand His reasoning for the way we celebrated the new year. it was still keeping with our tradition while being a wonderful way to start a new year and the new life He has decided to make for His property.

Before the Orphans Arrive

January 4, 2021 / slave / 2 Comments

Hello. I wasn’t sure what to title this or even to post it. So I waited a few days to recover and get my head clear about it all. Now I think its ok let it all out and let what happens, happen. I am ready to let it out there.

Christmas Day, my Owner made one of my lingering fantasies a reality. Maybe not a fantasy as much as it is something I talked about a few times since this whole covid/lockdown thing killed off our usual trips to the swing club. I was wanting to see if I could really do it and if I would enjoy it as much as I really did!. So, Yes, I was my Owner’s Christmas cock sucking slut and I loved it. It really was “THE Best Christmas Gift Ever”.

Let me give you a little background on the day. Our almost annual Orphan Christmas Dinner was a little different this year. Not as many people were invited and even fewer accepted. But it still was a great day from the moment I woke up until the time Master-Sir told me to go to sleep. Yes, I needed to be told to go to sleep!

Orphan Dinner?

This was a tradition that Master-Sir inherited when we first moved here to Las Vegas. We just gave it our own little kinky spin on it. Living in Las Vegas, especially with the people who work in the tourism industry that is like 99% of all the jobs here (actually it was down to about 80% in 2019). Many people have to work on the holidays. Christmas is the one holiday many people want to spend with their family. For some, here in Las Vegas, that isn’t possible. Some don’t have family here while others, for whatever reason, cant celebrate with their family on this holiday. We call “orphans”.

At the resorts we worked in, there were two couples that regularly offered to host the holiday dinner with others who were here and either could not do the usual holiday dinner (Christmas/Thanksgiving/etc). These were often people we worked within our daily jobs and were considered friends. We knew them or we knew of them. Over time, one of the couples moved away and we kind of took over their duties.

Being that we were also somewhat regulars at a swing club in town, several of the friends we had met there, asked if they could join us for the same reasons. So when we had our “Orphan Holiday Dinner”, the slaves were the ones in charge of the cooking, serving and cleaning. Since we were a mixed group of kink and non kink people, we needed to draw some boundaries.

In the morning, those who needed a little kink in their day, could arrive and visit or help with setup and be kinky before noon. Once noon hit, all kinkiness’ ended and the clothing went back on, even for the slaves. We all got dressed as the vanilla people and those we work with began to show up.

The Morning Begins It All

My day began a little different than usual. my Owner woke me up because He needed to use me for His morning urinal. After that, he ordered me to get His shower ready and told me that I would be joining Him. Something He rarely will allow so I took that as a good sign the day was going to be wonderful.

After making sure we were both clean and that I was properly shaved, He fingered my pussy under the rushing water. Making sure to probe deep within my sloppy folds. Making me moan louder by the second and wanting more. But He wasn’t going to let me have my way! Telling me we have guests to get ready for. Leaving me wet and wanting and on edge as I dried Him off than myself. He made sure to tell me I was not allowed to dry my pussy off. We headed downstairs together to start the day.

Christmas breakfast was a group event. Master Chase showed up. Master Jerry even made it to the breakfast. I haven’t seen Him in ages. Unfortunately, He is now without a slave. I was not wanting to get into that issue on Christmas morning. So three of my favorite Dom’s were here for me to cook and serve them breakfast.

Master Sir had convinced our friend The Mistress, to let her husband, slave-boi, come over early and help me get everything ready. The restriction was that He had to arrive dressed like the man that he is (she likes to dress him as a girlie girl). He still had His cock cage on and I still had the key to it. But Master-Sir told me not to use it “yet”.

To add to it all, Master-Sir had Him sit at the table with the other men while I knelt on the floor and ate from their hands. The three Doms enjoy having slave-boi dressed like the man and to include Him in on regular conversations. He is a very intelligent man and He loves, like them, to talk business whenever He is allowed to. Today He was allowed to!

switching Things Up.

After everyone was finished eating, i was told to clean things up and for Slave-Boi to go into the Livingroom and get naked on the floor. This surprised me. I wasn’t sure what it was about. The other men went into the office area to sit and talk. Master-Sir followed slave-Boi while ordering me to get the handcuffs and blindfolds. Two of each please! Adding more to my curiosity.

I returned to find Master-Sir sitting on the couch with Slave-Boi facing Him, naked and His hands behind His back. I was ordered to remove His cock cage and “fluff Him Up”. I liked that command!

Removing His cage, His cock started to come to life almost immediately. Stretching as I noticed He had already shaved all His pubic hair off this morning. Holding it in my hands, i could feel the soft skin and the hardness of its shaft. I smiled as I wanted to put in my mouth immediately, but I knew Master-Sir had other plans.

Slave-Boi was told to lay on the floor with His head by the front of the couch where my Owner was sitting. I was told to put a blindfold on Him. His magnificent cock seemed to get larger and harder as I did as I was told.

Master-Sir gave him the order not to touch me. to just lay there and enjoy the show that He could not see. I was then told to sit on His cock. Nothing more. To sit on it and stay seated. I was now getting excited at this game. I happily guided His cock into my wet hole and made sure to do it slowly to enjoy the feel of Him filling me up as He does.

Slave-Boi was now told that He could, if he desired, touch me from the waist down. Nowhere else. So He grabbed my hips. He was smiling like I have never seen Him smile before and his cock felt like to was getting larger as well!

Master-Sir handcuffed my hands behind my back. As he leaned over me, I could smell His sexiness and see that all this action between slave-boi and me had made Him hard!

Once I was firmly planted on my cock slave (smiles) with my hands cuffed behind my back, Master-Sir started to do a striptease for me. And He was in no hurry either. I smiled and was wanting to feel His cock in my mouth as much as I was enjoying the cock in my pussy!

Master-Sir was finally done with the tease. He was naked, very erect, and smiling at me. His cock was inches from my face. I was told to start to fuck Slave-Boi. But there was a catch. I was to ride His cock and not let it fall out. if it did, the game was over and we all would get back to getting the house ready for dinner.

I was helpless to do anything but watch my owner play with His cock as I raised myself up on the cock planted into my pussy. I could feel Slave-Boi’s hands guide me but knew He could not see what I was enjoying watching. it was a wave of pleasure and pain. Loving the feel of the cock in my wet hole and wanting the cock of my Owner so close to my face. if I reached for it, I would pull off the cock and it would all end.

After a few minutes of this teasing, Slave-Boi announced that he was about to come and wanted permission. Master-Sir laughed and said it was up to me to give Him permission. it was a welcomed sign because I was needing to come as well. As I gave Him permission, I slammed myself onto His cock one last long stroke and moaned, maybe even whimpered as I felt my waves of orgasmic delights spill over me as I started to shake as I felt the warmth of His reward filling my sloppy pussy.

As I moaned in pleasure, Master-Sir shoved His cock into my mouth, using His hands on the sides of my head, He started to fuck my mouth rough and hard. As I started to come off the high from Slave-Boi’s cum and my own orgasm subsiding, Master-Sir stopped and pulled out. I begged Him to please not do that.

I wanted to at least lick the precum I saw dripping off His cock. Instead, I was commanded to move off the now soft cock falling out of my pussy and onto the waiting mouth of my boy toy!

To say my emotions were being pulled in almost every direction would be an understatement! i was crying, smiling, shaking, moaning and wanting none of it to stop. But I needed to grab it all together and obey my Owner. Working myself off the wet, gooey mess between my legs and Slave-Boi’s cock, I managed to move myself up to his mouth and could feel His warm breath on my sloppy, dripping pussy. Then i felt his tongue begin to explore it and to clean His cum out from me.

As my mind was starting to adjust to the pleasures between my legs, Master-Sir slapped my mouth then shoved His cock in to finish His blowjob. I was wanting my hands to balance myself as I was still shaking either from the previous orgasm or from the one building up. Then He started to fill my mouth with His reward and was moaning nicely as He pumped it into my mouth not caring i i could breathe or not.

As I felt Him go soft, Master-Sir reached down for the blindfold and put it on me. Telling me to stay seated and to be a good girl. Like I was going to go anywhere?! I had my best slave cock deflated and His well-trained tongue deep into my pussy. I was sure I was drowning Him with my juices if not smothering Him with my fat thighs. But he was certainly not complaining. Not that I could hear Him from my loud moaning as I heard my Owner tell someone else to have fun

Someone else? Oh, yes. Master Chase? or maybe Master Jerry was next? All I heard was a simple “nope” and heard the zipper open and the pants drop. as I was pondering the “Nope” I felt the cock push past my lips. A new cock? I wasn’t sure. it was fat, not too long. As I hungrily swallowed the strange cock, i felt the pubic hairs. they were trimmed, but not too close. He wore a nice, sweet cologne as he started to fuck my mouth with a gentle motion, then stopped and let me work His cock.

As Slave-Boi continued to lick and push His tongue into my folds, i was trying to figure out the owner of this cock and could not. it wasn’t anything unusual. For me anyway. I was still going to give the owner of it a great blowjob, even with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Whoever it was, he didn’t last very long before I felt the arch of the body, the low moan from the groin and the pulse from His cockhead. As I felt the shooting of the cum hit my mouth, I was in heaven again!

No sooner did He finish filling me and then pulling out for me to hear Him zip His pants, not giving me the chance to suck and lick it clean, I heard another voice coming into the room. This one I knew was Master Chad. It helped that he told me it was Him and that he was certainly enjoying the scenery. He quickly made use of my big saggy boobs and rock hard nipples He was pulling on. I could feel my smile, I was that happy to have Him pulling and playing with my tits as He asked if I wanted some water? Before I could answer “no Sir” I heard Him open His pants and put His cock into my waiting mouth.

After sucking His cock and happily drinking His cum, I needed some help. I needed to use the bathroom to pee. But he refused. Telling me I had a place to pee and to not move. he would stay to make sure nobody else came in, but I was there for the duration. Not telling me how many cocks i had coming or who they all were.

Sitting up, I gave slave-boi some time to breathe as he smiled and told me He would have no problem if I used Him for my toilet. I was thinking I was dreaming. i was in a nightmare or one kinky dream or it was all three rolled up in one.

Sitting back down on His face, I slowly let myself do what needed to be done and let Slave-Boi drink or drown! Feeling His lips on my pussy and the tongue making me open up felt like such a release. I enjoyed the feeling of the release and the thought of how my Owner must feel each morning when He uses me for his toilet.

Master Chad came back into the room to clean up whatever was not right and to make sure I was still smiling and ready for the “rest of your Christmas gift?” – That question startled me, but now it was making sense and I had the time to process it all. This was my Christmas gift. That explains my Owner’s behavior this morning. I laughed, Thanked Master Chad, and let Him know I was good to go. He kissed me then left the room.

With him gone, I heard another voice walk into the room. A quick hello, some feeling of my tits as i heard the pants go away and felt the cock at my lips. Slave-Boi got busy again licking and massaging my pussy with His face. Another cock in my mouth without any way to know who it was. He came in, fed me His cock, I swallowed. he told me “thank you” and to say how glad He was to see that I was doing ok. That meant I knew them, but could not place them.

It continued. I would hear the man as He walked away, say something to another man who I could hear come in and unzip His pants. Then after another man had fucked my face, filled my mouth with their reward, then leave. Finally, I heard Master Jerry come in. I know His cologne and His mannerism. He stopped me before I could get ready to enjoy His cock, He told me that He was told to check on “the cock on the floor” to see if it needed to be serviced. And apparently, it did. Slave-boi was erect again and I was ordered to fuck Him “again”. So being the always friendly and helpful Master Jerry, he helped me get up then move back so I was now again on Slave-Boi’s cock.

We repeated the scene from earlier, except this time, I was not sucking a cock as I was allowed to ride the one in my pussy for all it was worth and all the rising glowing stars that started to appear in my head as I felt the pulsing and the warm feeling of Him unloading into my pussy. Followed by the command to move back over his mouth to lick me clean while Master Jerry finally gets the blowjob He had been waiting for.

After Master Jerry was finished with my mouth and was dressed, Slave-Boi asked for permission to get up. he was starting to cramp up badly and needed to walk it off. He was allowed to leave the room, I was told to stay kneeling. if I could.

As I heard Him leave, another body came in and put His hands on my head to tell me where He was and where His cock was. Another unknown cock. An unknown voice who was talking about how He enjoyed pulling on my big tits and was looking forward to experiencing one of my blowjobs. He knew of me, but I never sucked His cock?

It was a nice cock. Stubby, fat and He was well-manicured and smelled very manly. That’s a nice thing! But He came all too soon for me to really enjoy having Him in my mouth. Then he left as all the other men did. This happened for the final men as well. They cam into the room, unzipped, fucked my mouth for a few strokes, and just as I started to really enjoy them there, they came. Too fast. too soon. Leaving me wanting more.

When I was finally allowed to remove my blindfold, there were only three men in the house. The same three I started the morning with. But I had counted at least 9 cocks that I sucked! There were signs of the other men being there. Glasses on the counters, dirty dishes, etc… But who were they and where did they go?

Master-Sir was all smiles and asked if I liked my gift? I could not kneel and kiss His feet fast enough or thank Him with enough words! Oh I really Enjoyed it. All of it!!

The best part was that I lost count of the number of orgasms I had from all the sexual uses as well as from Slave-Boi licking my pussy and sucking on my clit! Me, the fluffy slave, having too many orgasms to remember!

It wasn’t the most cocks I ever had in one night. But to have that many cocks that I don’t know in a steady precession while I was having cum licked out of my flabby pussy by a male slave was just an entirely new experience for me and one that I will cherish the rest of my life. And to know it was set up by my Owner especially as a gift to me. Just makes me love Him even more. If that is at all possible!

And as people started to show up for the dinner, I wanted to know if any of the men, were they here earlier? But how do you ask someone like that in such a vanilla setting? I couldn’t, but I wanted to and I know my Owner knew that. He could see my face and read what i was thinking. I can live not knowing. But at the same time, it would be nice to know if anyone of them there, even the ones that I work with, were they a cock I had sucked?

It was a wonderful way to spend the day.

I had a wonderful Christmas Holiday and it’s my hope that you did as well.

Thank you for being here and for being a friend. Leave me any of your thoughts or comments…

The Boss Asked The Question, Liked the Answer

December 22, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

If my math is correct, I moved into this new department almost two years ago now. Officially it may be a little less. It was a new position within the department that handles the big gamblers (whales and High Rollers) and my boss was a new guy to Las Vegas and this resort. A wonderful “older” gentleman who is a widower. In reality, He is not much older than I am. Later 50’s I would say, maybe 60. He told me that He is trying to end His career here and in this department. To retire out at big pay!

He knows that I am loyal to the job, I love what I do, and that I will do whatever He needs me to do for us to be successful as a team. I am not there to use Him or the position as a stepping stone to bigger things.

He has no idea that I am a slave, only that I seem very “old fashioned” in my ways with men and people of authority. And He likes that. In return, He rewards me with projects that need a discrete, gentle, honest touch.

COVID Makes Us Closer

With the COVID shutdowns and partial resort openings. Not to mention all that craziness in Las Vegas resorts. Some of the people in our small department have either decided to work from home part-time or just take the time off and try to collect unemployment (good luck with that!).

He needs at least one staff member, occasionally two staff people in the office every day and I seem to be one of the only ones who want to be here often. I am not afraid of the “virus” and Master-Sir would go nuts if I were home 24/7 with him! Adding to this is a COVID bonus for the office people who come into work.

So he and I have been alone for a lot of the time since I returned from Chicago. Being in the back of the office area, we are pretty much left alone except when a VIP arrives or the VIP lounge calls and tells us that someone needs their hand held for something silly.

Sunday, He and I were locked in our office area like we are most weekends. Doing reports, end of year balances, and sending out holiday emails to our clients. In reality, not doing much of anything but watching the clock move.

In the conference room, the shades drawn closed except for one or two that let us see the entrance. We also have monitors showing us the VIP lounge and Check-in area. My Boss starts to shuffle papers with no focus. I have learned that this means He wants to ask something, but he is not sure what or how to ask.

We have both seen too many other executive-level people get fired for saying something that was not politically correct or they asked a subordinate a question that they found “offensive”. And His actions tells me this is one of those conversations that may cross the line.

I let Him know, again, that I am not afraid to call an ace an ace and that I like it when He does the same with me. Unless He knows if we are being recorded or watched. Too many cameras in a resort. Often times like this, when we are alone in the office, I am in need of some conversations, talking, noise. So He agrees – after asking me several times to let Him know if He goes too far in the questions. This has me smiling and yet has me worried as well.

Loyal and Obedient

He smiles, looks at His papers, and tells me He has enjoyed having me in the office with what seems like no desire to go further up the ladder. He likes that He can depend on me to get things done that benefit the team, not just me or my future employment. And (pause)He has heard me call Him “Sir” more times than He can count yet there is no sign of Military service or relations in my files.

What is in my files are notes from my previous Bosses (who knew of and enjoyed using my slave skills while at work) talking about my dedication, duty?, company loyalty, and the desire to help make the leadership team look good to upper management. He said that reading what others have said in my files, it sounds almost like they were talking about a pet, a well-trained dog, or something like that! (smiles!)

He was curious to why I am like that? Why I am not there to climb the ladder into upper management? And then He stopped, blushed, and said that He may have heard me wrong, but He swears He heard me refer to someone with another word similar in meaning to “Sir”. A word He has never heard in an office environment before so will not say it.

After a slight giggle and a blush. I begin to tell Him how I prefer to not lead. That I have the utmost respect for people in leadership positions. as for the Military? I explain how some of my favorite Aunts and Uncles were in the Military and I always use the term “Sir” when talking to the men that I respect and have honor for.

He looked at me with His most serious of looks. “Your husband was in the Military?” As soon as those words came out of His mouth, He immediately started to apologize. Telling me He went too far in that question. Stopping His attempt to take it all back, I asked for a minute while I send a reply text to my “Husband”. Faking that He had just sent me a text that needed a reply. I sent Him a text asking for permission to answer the questions. I needed to know what to do.

My Owner replied “NP. I trust you to use your best judgement. Keep it clean and to a minimum”

I looked at my Boss with my most serious and worried look I could. I asked that whatever we talk about here, today, is kept between us. He agreed. I explained that in Las Vegas, especially at the level of management we are at, the resorts don’t like it when word leaks out over social media that their staff may publish them doing the whole “what happens in Vegas” too far.

To be honest, we both know several people in the offices who lost their jobs when tweets or Facebook messages posted showing them in what could be thought of as improper adult situations.

Pausing to see if He was still wanting to know. He was. I explained how we, “husband and I” are on the kinkier side of life. We are not swingers, but we do have a not-so-vanilla-marriage. Adding that several people who come into our department daily, I know that they are swingers from seeing them or meeting them at events. However, we will never acknowledge that we know each other because of that or even talk about the kink stuff in the office out of fear for our jobs.

He smiled. Telling me that if we are not swingers, yet we know the people that are. And that I refer to certain people like my Husband with a word like “Sir”. It means that??? I smiled without answering.

He smiled again then asked me to order us a lunch delivery. I smiled and told Him how that proves that He understands, as I dialed our favorite delivery place. I obeyed!

After placing the order, He smiled. Or maybe it’s because He could not stop smiling. He asked if He could use the word “submissive” to describe me? I smiled and asked if He would not use that word in the official files or out loud, but between us, I am ok if that helps Him understand who i am and how I can help Him look better to the suits upstairs.

For whatever reason, that made Him start to tell me about His late wife. He has told me things about her and them before. But this was getting more personal. How she was brought up in the old world, family structure, and how she took that into their marriage. She was a lot like me, He said. Very smart, very professional. But He liked how she would bow to a man when they came into the room or started to talk. She did not bow like to bend over, but more like she would pass the focus of the conversation and the spotlight onto the man and off of her. She never wanted the spotlight on her. She just wanted to be there for the man in the spotlight. if that made sense? And it certainly did.

New Year, New Goals

That led us into another conversation! He asked if I was comfortable if we talked about the dark side of Las Vegas. The real Vegas. He said that 2021 would be the year He stopped grieving for the life He had before she passed away. it was now time to move on and to live in the now. for Him to stop focusing all His energy on work and His career. It was time to try to get out and to meet people who wanted to live life outside the office! To become one of the “locals”. I almost spit out my drink laughing. Two years living here and He has yet to really see Las Vegas off the Strip or outside the gated community where He lives.

I assured Him, I could help Him to navigate the traitorous waters of the Las Vegas singles scene. Help Him not get caught up in anything that could jeopardize His career before He retires and maybe show Him how to find a lucky lady to spend some alone time away from the office with. We just need for Las Vegas to open back up and people to start coming out into the sunshine again.

That was His goal for the new year. get out of the office, discover Las Vegas, date, and to explore the things he never had time to explore or to experiment with things that are on tourist bucket list things. To see what really makes Las Vegas unique and to really understand why people want to come here and be someone else.

To Be Someone Else?

One of the things we hear about in our meetings with tourism professionals and the people who offer services to people who want to be like a high roller (yes, you can be a fake high roller if you have the credit card that can take it) is that people like to come to Las Vegas because they can do things here they can’t do back home. They can be whoever they want to be because nobody knows them here.

Working beside our clients who have the money to do whatever they want and we have the power to make whatever they want happen, we get to see what it’s like to let your imagination go wild in las Vegas. But we always have to be the discrete, sober ones making sure everything goes right and the client is not in any danger. He now wants to try to live a little on the other side of our velvet rope. while still staying safely employed!

My Boss came here from the Midwest and was raised very conservatively. He still has a few things that keep Him grounded in that way of life. Besides His grieving for His late wife. He never really let Himself go get wild. He also needs to protect His job and can’t risk being too wild in public. I get that. I think that’s what He was feeling me out for. I think He was wanting to make sure I could be that person who He could trust to help Him have that secret life when He is off the company leash. He would know my secrets, I would know His secrets.

The Truth Comes Out

Just as we were closing everything down for the night and wrapping up our sordid conversation. He smiled, looked at me from a few feet away, and told me what He was about to say to me will either get Him fired or makes us really good friends. But it needs to be said!

“We are both from that era when certain people of certain body styles never got a fair break. They got, what i guess they call bullied. I was one of those who probably did some of the bullyings in my younger days. I just wanted to say that I know it wasn’t right. But it was how we lived.” I had to agree with Him and understood exactly what He was saying. No apology needed if that is where He was going. It wasn’t.

As He continued, I started to wonder if something wasn’t dropped in His soft drink from lunch because of where He went with the conversation. “I really do enjoy having you in the office. seeing you here and working as hard as you do. What I enjoy is seeing how well you wear yourself and carry yourself. I wish some of the other people around here would do the same. You are always so confident in what you wear, how you wear it, and how you walk around here. Looking like you own the world and nobody will tell you otherwise. (pause) And it doesn’t hurt that you show off a little cleavage, I like that.”

Long Pause as what He just said started to register in my head. I smiled. Asking if He liked the cleavage? I try to keep it professional. Not too much I hope. He was happy with what I showed. Telling me His wife was a C-Cup at best and she was proud of what she had. “I like that in a woman. confidence to tell the world what you have and what you know. Ok, Now I better shut up before I lose my job”

I admitted working here is one of the only times I am “allowed” to wear a bra. He laughed, started to walk away when He told me we may have shared more than we are allowed to in the working environment. We needed to both go home and just enjoy the holidays. I agreed as we shut everything down and locked the office doors. He went His way, I went my way. I went home. Not really sure what to think of the conversation we just had. But I am glad He asked the questions. I am happy to have this kind of trust with my boss.

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