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Yes, I am Owned!

December 13, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Spending several weeks dealing with my family was, of course, important and my being there was needed for them and for me. Plus it’s always nice to see my family and to connect back with old friends. Wishing that I could do it more often. However, the truth came out to me as I returned to my real life. I really missed being here. Being in my Owner’s home serving His needs.

I know that my Boss/Dom did His best to fill in for my Owner while He was not there for me and I was used a lot by Him and by Mr. Jackson. But it’s not the same. To be at the feet of the one who Owns me and to know that THIS is where I belong is a feeling i never knew before meeting Him. To be wanting something that bad

Yes, I know, some of you will say that it what love is. Yes, I missed the man i love and who loves me. For me, it’s not like Husband and wife Love or Boyfriend/girlfriend love. But it’s deeper. I wanted to be back here serving HIM. Not just being here with Him. I needed to be here, in His home serving Him. Being used by Him for his pleasures. Not serving other peoples pleasure’s. I missed kneeling before Him as He scraped His food scraps into my bowl and told me “That’s Your Dinner” as He walked away. I loved to eat what He left me. I love being naked as His slave, waiting for His permission to get dressed for work then getting His permission to wear what he liked.

It was difficult when my family asked me if I missed my “Husband”? I wanted so bad to tell them “YES! I miss my Owner and here are the reasons why!!” I do know a few times my answer was “Yes, I miss my Master” but thankfully it was in a crowded room and noise drowned it out. My brother is the one who told me He heard me say it a couple of times! OOps.

One night Master-Sir sent me a text telling me to sleep on the floor. With all the bedding to keep me warm. I did as He ordered. All alone in my hotel room. I got on the hard cold floor and curled up in the sheets and I think I had my best sleep of the entire trip. On the hard floor. Why? Because that’s where my Owner told me to sleep.

Master Owns Me and Loves Me

I have a Master who knows when I need the tight leash and when I need to be let free a little. When He came back to Chicago to be with me then to take me home, I was on pins and needles as He texted me the entire trip. telling me when I could get dressed and get ready to pick Him up at the airport. He had me live chat Him so He could see what I was going to wear and see if I was shaved properly. Then I showed Him what I looked like dressed and He gave me His approval.

Riding in the hotel van to the airport with Mr. Jackson driving, Master-Sir made sure I told Him that I was sitting bare naked on a towel on the seat. And that Mr Jackson did or did not want one last blowjob before coming inside the airport (He did). Then on the ride back to the hotel, I was allowed to kneel on the floor of the van with my head in Master-Sir’s lap, feeling His hands on my head or across my boobs and listen as Mr Jackson gave Him a report on how I was and if I behaved for him (I did).

But all of that was just a tease. Once we flew back to Las Vegas and I finally got to get naked in the garage before entering the house, my entire body and mind just went soft. I felt so relaxed and happy. Joyous is a better term. I entered the house with a great bit of pride and happiness because I knew THATS where I belonged. That’s where I call home. I could not Kiss Master-Sir’s feet enough thanking him for allowing me to return and to serve Him. I could not wait to get to work to make sure the house is like He always wants it. And to finally hear those words “Good slave”

I am Owned. I know I owned and I love being Owned.

Mr Jackson Inspects

December 11, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

There is something erotically humiliating and yet gratifying to be kneeling, naked next to the table as two well-dressed men discuss your care and feeding while they enjoy their breakfast meal. leaving you to sit there quietly listen while also waiting like a good bitch slave, for one of them to kindly offer you a scrap of their food from their hand.

That was my first morning back in Chicago. Mr Jackson had come to our room with breakfast pastries for Him and my Owner. They were getting together to talk about the plans Mr Jackson has for me when my Owner leaves to go back home for work.

( Mr Jackson is the young man who is the head concierge/Bellman for the hotel i was staying at while in Chicago. My former Boss/Dom is in the upper management of this chain and had Him be the man to make sure the slave was behaving when he wasn’t there to check in on me after my Owner went back home)

Master-Sir was confident, as I was that if this young man was chosen by my former Boss/Dom for this assignment, he has faith and trust in Him to keep this private while enjoying the fruits of His labors and maybe even learn a little about being a little kinkier in His own life.

Master-Sir asked Him about His background. If He has any kinky experience? He admits that He was pretty vanilla. He had attended a BDSM event in Chicago one time and learned how to have fun with a sex slave while there. He has also dated a few women who liked to be tied up and used. He had them do other things while being His slave, like clean His house. It was all more sexual than an actual Master/slave thing.

Master-Showed Him how to put scraps in His hand and put His hand down for me to eat them. Telling Him i should only be fed like this or from a bowl on the floor. Mr Jackson assured Him He will find a bowl for me to use!

Master-Sir wanted Him to start my day at 6am, but Mr Jackson asked if it could be earlier. He starts his shift at 6am. They agreed He would be in the room here at 5:30 to make sure that I was ready to start my day with His inspection. I was told that by the time He arrived I was to have already showered and properly shaved my pussy. To be ready at 5:30.

He would be greeted by me, naked, at the door. Once in the room, I would kneel and crawl with Him to the table to start service to Him. If He brought food, I would set it up for Him to enjoy while serving me by hand or by a dog bowl on the floor.

Once He was satisfied with the meal or the snack, I would be ready to be inspected. That’s when Master-Sir had me stand up, legs spread and hands behind my head. “She must always address you as Sir. Yes Sir, No Sir.” Then I felt His hands on my boobs. pulling the nipples. Telling Mr. Jackson to try and keep them hard.

After that, He told Mr Jackson to feel my pussy. Inside and out. It should be smooth, with no stubble. Warning Him that it’s flabby and wet. Not really that tight. Not too good for fucking when compared to the tight ass that makes you feel like you are fucking a real girl’s pussy. “But it’s her ass” . Mr Jackson poked three fingers in my pussy to find it as promised, “wet and open”. Master-Sir told Him to have me lick His fingers clean. I did as ordered and smiled into His eyes. I gave Him His first “Thank You Sir” of the day as He pulled His clean fingers from my lips. .

He gave Mr Jackson instructions on how to have me move to be inspected. Mr Jackson ordered me to turn around, Bend over and spread my ass cheeks open. This, my Owner told him, was not so much for inspection, as it was to remind the slave that He owns her. Its His ass and she needs to have it open up to show Him.

As I stood there, bent over at the waist, hands on my ass pulling it open for Him to see. Master-Sir told Him this also a good position to fuck her in. Your choice of holes. Then He started to explain that He needs to go for a walk around the hotel and that Mr Jackson was free to use me as He wanted. To make sure that I cleaned up any mess that is made. His exact words were “Just fuck her in the hole of your choice. Make sure you use her for your pleasures, nothing more. She will clean you up afterward and that is it. You don’t need to worry about anything and we will see you tomorrow at 5:30.” They did a fist bump and Master-Sir gave me a kiss then walked out the room. leaving me still bent over holding my ass open.

Once the door was closed, Mr. Jackson had me stand up. As His hands felt my saggy tits, pulling on my nipples, He asked if all that was real? That he could, “you know, fuck you in any hole?” I assured Him this was all real and that I really do enjoy being used. I was there for His use, including any sexual pleasures. Telling Him not to worry, I’m a big fluffy girl, He can’t hurt me!

Mr Jackson realized it was getting late, so I quickly grabbed a condom as he told me how He wanted me. On the bed, Ass Up. But first I needed to fold up His slacks neatly and put that wonderful hard cock of His in the rubber covering. As I did, He pulled on my nipples again. I smiled and giggled a little.

Once I was as He wanted, i felt His cock plunged into my pussy, no tease, no slow entry it was just pushed right in until i felt His pelvis on my ass. . Fast and hard. He started to grunt and groan with each stroke until I felt His build Up and heard His voice rising. I knew what was next and I could feel it in the rubber. The warmth, the fullness. I wanted it! He was breathing hard as He pulled out. I quickly turned around to grab His filled condom. Making sure to kiss His cock and clean it off. Swallowing His cock one last time before I made a little show for Him as I drank His cum from the condom. I thanked Him for using me as I helped Him finish dressing.

Before leaving, I knelt at His feet, kissing them as I properly thanked Him for using me and that I looked forward to serving Him tomorrow. He slipped His face mask on and walked out of the room still looking at me smiling.

For the rest of my stay there, He showed up right at 5:30. Just after I got out of the shower. i would set His snacks or His morning meal He brought on the table for Him as I knelt at His feet and we talked. After he ate and fed me His scraps, He would order me on the bed. His favorite hole to fuck was my ass. But He really had a fetish for my pussy and even licked my pussy to orgasm a few times. Oh My God! It had been so long since any man did that to me! I screamed with joy each time when He would let me cum.

Each day when we talked, He would ask me something about being a slave or ideas about what makes a good Master. The “what if?” “Does He let you?” “can you?” types of questions. Talking like that always made His cock hard before we even finished eating.

After the first few days, He started to relax and would take off His slacks before sitting down to talk and to eat. Like this, He would give me permission to play with or to suck on His cock before He fucked one of my holes. I think I enjoyed that part of our time together, the best of all.

I really liked starting my day like this. It helped keep me focused for the rest of my day dealing with my family!

I know he subscribed to this blog, maybe I can get Him to respond here in the comments to what it was like. To read what His thoughts are on using this slave.

Dinner with the Boss/Dom and His Subbie

December 5, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Arriving back in Chicago was a painful, pleasant and awe-some experience after all these years. The COVID-19 restrictions aside, I was here for my family and was not going to let the government stand in my way of accomplishing what I needed to accomplish. Being a tourist or a visitor to a city like Chicago, like Las Vegas, we can skirt the rules a little better than the local people.

After getting to our/my hotel room and giving the concierge, Mr Jackson, the man who picked us up at the airport, his “Thank You” blowjob, Master-Sir had me contact my former Boss/Dom and see about dinner. Finding out that they were not far away, at a friend’s condo, they invited us over.

For the record, I never got used to getting dressed up and bundled up for all the cold air and snow. I just didn’t want to deal with it! So it was a painful process to do so.

Riding by UBER, we found out the driver, Marcus, likes to hang out by the hotel and gets most of his rides from there. Hint, Hint… He smiled when he told us that. (Marcus drove me 8 more times and got two blowjobs he said that he loved and wanted more)

Twelve floors up, we could see the Miracle Mile, that famous stretch of Chicago retail and business center I used to be a part of. The memories started to flow again! My Boss/Dom gave the condo owners a gift certificate for some restaurant outside of town. That was in exchange for leaving us all alone for Dinner and beyond.

When we entered the condo, we were greeted by His topless submissive wife Susanne who handed my Owner a glass of His favorite Bourbon. After a welcome kiss and hug by my Boss/Dom, I was instructed to get naked and follow Ms Susann to the kitchen. The Men had things to talk about and walked into the living room, enjoying the view of the skyline.

As I said before, I am so glad that He found a wonderful woman to really settle down with. She is a living doll! Ms Susann is the lady for Him! He always loved ladies with long, soft hair and she had that in abundance! Down her back. She also had really nice large breasts and not much of the fatness like i have around the tummy area. So they stood out more. She was a big-boned type of gal with a radiant smile and a kind word about everyone!

I was naked. However, here naked is such a subjective term. I was allowed to keep my socks on and my blouse on but it had to be open. I just had to remove the jacket, the boots, the scarf, and the long wool skirt. They wanted to see the slave naked as she can be without freezing her bits off (yet)

As my Owner continued into the room to say hello to my former Boss/Dom, she smiled that smile and welcomed me in. She was like me, only topless. But i say that because she was behaving so normal being topless, she enjoyed the freedom she had to be “this way”. She kept telling me that. She started to talk and ask questions about the flight and all. We were like old friends from moment one.

The Dinner

Not that dinner was much to prepare. They ordered a steak and lobster dinner tray from their favorite nearby restaurant and it was all delivered. She smiled when she told me that her “Master” made her start to give rewards to the delivery people as I do. She said she was pleasantly surprised to find that offering these strange men blowjobs was actually more of a turn-on than she expected it to be.

As for the meal, we slaves just needed to unwrap it, put it on plates and bowls then make it all look proper, and to set the table for the Masters. Thankfully I was allowed to sit at the table, not on the cold, hardwood floor i was expecting. Even Ms Susann mentioned how nice it was to have me at the table.

Over a wonderful meal, we all reconnected and got up to date. My Boss/Dom said He saw great things in our concierge friend and is grooming Mr. Jackson to maybe one day come out to Las Vegas and work in a management position in one of the resorts there. He has the skills and the right references to be a great manager. It’s this lockdown and the killing of the tourism trade that made them pause that plan.

I learned that Master-Sir and He agreed to let Mr. Jackson be my morning wake up. He would come to the room at 6 am every morning to make sure that I am awake and ready for the day. That means He gets to use me for His morning wake up blowjob before I am allowed to get dressed. He may even be able to bring me breakfast. He does answer to my Boss/Dom already for some parts of His job, so this would just be a bonus and would not look out of place by anyone else in the hotel.

My former Boss/Dom’s subbie is very obedient in her role. She is also very cute in her ways. One of those BBW’s that has a sparkling personality, funny ways of responding and a smile that would light up the town. She is also very smart, well educated and works with a financial consulting firm. Her submission is where she gets the release from a stressful and demanding job. she is able to unplug from the world and just serve her man and feels this is the perfect life she never knew existed before.

After dinner, I was told to clear the plates and clean up the kitchen before returning to them in the living room. I did as I was told and when I returned, she was already sucking my Owner’s cock and He was smiling while talking with her Master about her big titties and overly large nipples He was also playing with on the couch. I was sent to kneel in front of my Boss/Dom and suck His already hard cock. I was really happy to obey that command!

After the Masters were satisfied with our blowjobs and i was swallowing the last of my reward, the conversation continued about what my plans were and any schedules they needed to be aware of. Like my required 8 hours of sleep, meaning I needed to be in bed and lights out by 10pm every night. That would mean I needed to text my Boss/Dom my whereabouts at all times.

Smiles All Around

Ms Susann asked permission of my Owner for some time alone with me. She said I seemed like a fun person to get to know better, so she would like to go shopping, maybe out to see what has changed since I left here. You Know? Girl Time! He agreed. So I was told to make time for that in my time there.

Talking with my Boss/Dom, I still loved and told Him again how much i love to see His smile. Not to say he never smiled before. He smiled occasionally when he was married to the “spoiled little princess” (His Words) when He lived in Las Vegas. He is so much happier doing what He is doing now and He said that finding her just made it all worth whatever it cost to get out of his marriage in las Vegas and change His employment situation. That led us into a longer discussion about her discovering her desire to submit and my desire to be owned. as well as the usual debate on slave versus submissive.

We even got to talking about His nephew Jason and where He is at now. (another long story). He is still engaged to the wonderful lady i met earlier this year and that He talks about whenever we can connect. He was never one to share much about His life unless you were with Him. Not much to share online or on social media.

Ms Susann added that because her Master had some unplanned schedule changes, he may not be able to spend nights with me, but she would be there for a couple of nights if that’s ok? Master-Sir agreed depending on my schedule with the family and medical needs we have yet to know about. But it was made clear i could not say no if she desired to spend the night with me. The asking about my schedule was only a Master being courteous.

It was a wonderful way to start what I assume was going to be a long and drama-filled time with my family. Starting off with a friendly dinner with close friends really helped make me feel good about everything I am about to deal with. To have this as my escape from the family drama when I needed it.

Knowing that the man responsible for my wonderful career is doing better then he was and happier than i had ever seen him, really makes me smile.

The fact that both Master-Sir and he agreed I need to start my updates with Him as we left the dinner. On return to the hotel, after getting naked and serving master-Sir a cocktail, I texted my Boss/Dom to let Him know I was about to retire for the evening and I would text Him in the morning.

So it was beginning…

Meeting Jackson

December 4, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Since I was offline for all that time, I thought it would help if I did a little bit of a look back at the highlights of the trip. Trying to make sure i can get all the negative stuff out of my head by remembering the good times and all the people i got to reconnect with. Starting with my driver/concierge/friend and cheer person. Once He even let me cry on His shoulder when things were getting bad with the family..

Jackson was the Man!

When we arrived at the hotel, Jackson, the driver/concierge, told us to go straight to my room as He handed Master-Sir the key. That again told me He was told something. He would park the van and bring our luggage up immediately.

In the room, it was wonderful. A mid-story building, 12 floors. The type of hotel used for convention and business meetings. So you have a larger living area, wet bar, small kitchen. Separate bedroom and a full bathroom. Even with the room heat turned up, my nipples felt that cold air and became rock hard as i got naked. Master-Sir was kind, even with the heat turned up, it was still cold. So He allowed me to wear booties as I unpacked the carry-on bags. He called my former Boss/Dom to tell Him we were here. They said they would arrange dinner for us, so don’t plan anything! He made it a point to make sure that I knew that I needed to make sure Jackson was “taken care of”.

The Introduction

It really doesn’t matter that i have been a slave for over 15 years and have given blowjobs to literally thousands of strange men, i still get nervous at this point. Growing up, I had my share of being turned down for many things. Being told “No” for a variety of reasons,. Mostly because I am FAT. I know that! I deal with it every day. That feeling of rejection never goes away.

Yes, men are sexual creatures and they want sex often. But they also want it with women who please them in looks first, skills are second or third. For me, not being a beautiful creature, to ask a very handsome man who I believe (yes, my thoughts) can get sex from just about any woman, if I can suck His cock, is not an easy thing to do.

In a case like this, it starts with His first reaction to seeing me naked in the hotel room as He brings in the bags. I am waiting to serve Him and I need to see the facial response to tell me His thoughts.

Master Sir usually has an idea to calm my nerves and it’s usually like this: Having me naked and kneeling in a room, alone, gets them to say “Yes” 99% of the time. With Mr Jackson being in the know, He will be expecting something, which makes it a little easier. Especially now that He has seen me dressed, he knows it’s not going to be too sexy naked. But I will think He would appreciate the gift I offer. Regardless, I never know until He sets eyes on the gift and that is what always scares me. But we will cross that bridge soon.

I am kneeling at the foot of the bed when I hear Master Sir opening the door and welcoming Mr Jackson in. I hear Him and the luggage cart. Master Sir stopped Him and spoke to Him, but I have no idea what was said. But I can imagine it will be about the cash part of His tip. I am sure Master-Sir has already handed Him His cash tip.

Jackson pulls the cart into the room, smiles when He sees me and say “hello” to me as He unloads the cart and i tell Him where to put the bags. Then when he is done, He is standing in front of me with a unsure smile.

This is where I take over and come up with a witty way to proceed. I take a deep breath and I smile at Him. “Thank you Mr Jackson for helping with my bags. I appreciate you doing that for me. As a token of my thanks, I would be delighted if you could allow me to offer you a nice blowjob as my way of saying thank you.” Then I smile and wait for the response.

In this case, He was ready. Mr Jackson stood in front of me and unzipped His trousers just as I finished asking for permission. I asked Him to please sit down so that I can remove them. A proper blow job is with Him sitting, relaxing, letting me do the “work”. He easily smiled and agreed.

Removing His pants then His underwear, I was not accurate about the trimming. He was nicely trimmed around His cock. Not as well as on top, but better than most men. His cock was gorgeously nice(?). Stood straight, about 5 inches or so and it was a proud monster waving at me. He had a little wetness on the tip. As I started to swallow His cock, I felt His cold hands on my saggy tits than on my erect nipples causing Him to give off a slight moan as I moaned myself at the feel of His cold hands..

As I rode His cock with my mouth, He decided to lay back on the bed and just enjoy the feelings. I would feel His hands on my head occasionally, but nothing to worry about. His moans were what was fun to hear as I felt the build-up. Then He grabbed my head and held me as I felt Him pulsate and fill my mouth with His creamy reward.

I swallowed and I licked as I moaned in my happiness. After I felt the last load shoot, I stayed on His cock, feeling His hands leave my head as I heard Him mumble about being right. When His cock died down, I gave it one last lick then pulled His underwear back on, fixed His pants, kissed His feet, and thanked Him as I knelt back into position, licking my lips.

He sat up, smiled, fixed His hair as He stood up. I stayed kneeling. He bent down to look at me and told me “He was right. That was an amazing blowjob”. Smiling, I thanked Him again and told Him I was here for him. I walked Him out to the main room where Master Sir was sitting in a chair reading while drinking a soft drink. He looked at Jackson and asked Him if the tip was enough? He smiled, thanked us for the tips, saying He was looking forward to my stay and had hoped that I/we liked the accommodations. With that, He walked out.

Once Mr Jackson was out of the room, Master Sir looked at me then told me that indeed, Mr. Jackson was well informed of what was going to be offered to Him and that the smile on His face when he left made my Owner proud. The very words I live to hear. My Owner was proud of His slave.

Returning to Life as I Know It

December 3, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, this little fluffy slave has returned to her normal life, serving the most wonderful Master a slave girl could ever wish for.

It’s been almost three weeks since I last signed on here to write. Promising myself that I would be faithful to a schedule. Master-Sir supported me in that effort, but He always left it up to me to decide what, when and how to write.

He supported me and encouraged me to not overwhelm myself while with my family and dealing with the issues I needed to deal with. Although I was 1800 miles away from my home with Him, He had me protected and safe from harm with my former Boss/Dom, His subbie wife, and my hotel concierge/bellman caring for my needs. I was sure to be in good hands (and cocks) and I was.

The time offline, with the occasional return to Fetlife for updates, i was enjoying the free time away from the Internet. as if dealing with family medical issues was actually enjoyment, I think you understand what I mean here.

Now, I am back in Las Vegas. My Owner is happy, I am happy and I can rest easy knowing that my Mother is being well cared for in her times of need in a special care facility back home. My family has agreed not to get greedy or put too much stress on my father a He deals with this as well.

Being free from the internet leash, I also had time to rediscover my love for Chicago, shopping with friends, and actually deepening my friendships with people from my past that I thought had abandoned our friendship.

Always knowing that returning to the hotel was a poor replacement, but one that served its purpose and it was indeed, returning to my slave quarters. Knowing I needed to focus on relaxing, preparing and serving the needs of my distant Master in several ways. The most important was maintaining my curfew as well as getting at least 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep each night.

My Guardians

My sanity through the tough days was helped by those my Owner approved of to act on His behalf. I called them my Guardians! Jackson, the hotel concierge actually worked a longer week than normal to be sure I was ok every morning. He was there to make sure I was awake and down for breakfast at the proper time. It was easy for Him to check on me because He was in my room for His morning blowjob that turned into something very special for me a few times. I will explain that later!

My former Boss/Dom and His sub wife had made sure that I ate properly. That was either by joining me for a meal or inviting me to their place for one. She also went with me on shopping trips, the much needed mental breaks and an occasional walk down memory lane, visiting places I used to work at or play at.

My Brother and His wife/sub shared many a nights with me alone at the hotel bar, my room or their place. It felt nice to be naked and kneeling beside another slave/sub i can relate to. We did that to help unwind from the day at the hospital or the care facility. Sharing memories with my brother was wonderful way to unwind.

Ok, now that I am reading what I am writing, i am discovering why I felt so wiped out at the end of the day. i was kept very busy! I guess when you are living on the emotions and the adrenalin of the moment, you don’t realize all that you are doing or all that you did. Now I do. It also now explains why I slept (with my Owner’s blessing) almost 12 hours my first night home!

Sunday will make it all real when I return to my job. For these few days, I am at home, getting everything back to normal at my owner’s home. Catching up on things only a slave can or should do for her Owner and His castle. Sunday, my outside world begins again.

Thank You all for the kind emails, texts and other communications. Your kind words really helped me get through this all and continues to help me push forward.

Love Always

Bitch Slave

Me, Family, Friends Meet Again

November 15, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

I have so much that i want to say, that i want to write. But its the time thing again. By the time I return to the hotel and do my nightly routine, I am in bed, fast asleep from all the excitement, the drama and having a life without a Master to kneel down to and cry with. Not to mention the cold just sucks the energy out from you in the same way as the Vegas summer heat can do.

My brother has been a sweetheart like He always is. He was one of the first to welcome us to Chicago and He was the one who took my Owner and I back to the airport, then waited with me until Master-Sir’s flight was off the ground.

His wife/submissive is a kind lady I adore and always love to talk with. Now I get to spend some time alone with her in my old hometown and Master-Sir has given me the blessing to freely do “slave/sub/girl” things with her here.

Friends

I never had many real friends I could count on to be there for me. Friends are people who need you for a while then move on and out of your life. I also believe that certain people are brought into your life for a specific purpose and you need to find what that purpose is. Then they are gone once they have served what they needed to serve in your life.

My best girlfriend growing up committed suicide when she was 20. She was like me, a fat girl and the teasing was too much for her after high school. Of all the people I would want to talk with right now and be with, would be her. She would understand what I am going through.

The other “friends” I have here are mostly from my work in fashion retail management. It was fun to connect with them and make plans for a dinner or a shopping afternoon. Shopping is always great therapy!

The girls I knew when I went to Phoenix with them when i met my Owner, they have all moved on, moved away or just stopped talking with me once I found my happiness. I was happy in love and didn’t need their ever-changing dating drama anymore!

Family

I guess that’s what I here for. My family. My Father has made it clear that He needs someone in the family with an outside perspective on all this. That would be me! Oh, Goodie! Brother and sister are not really helping because they are getting the other family members trying to influence them. I get it.

However, I was not really up on all the extended family drama until yesterday when just about anyone that is blood-related came through my parent’s house. Now I am and I am not happy about it.

Moments of sanity. It has been nice to go out to dinner with those that I miss and care about the most. It really helped balance everything out. To hear about their lives. To see the kids of my few close friends and family all grown up now, trying to figure out what is next for them and their lives in this new world we are entering.

Life Measured

It is nice, in a sad way, to see that I am enjoying my life as a slave married to the most wonderful Master a slave could ever ask for. The fact that I took a chance, stepped out of my comfort zone one night, and ventured out to see the other side of life. Ending up meeting the man who would make all my dreams and a few more, come true.

I say that as I hear my friends tell me all their dating and divorce stories. They try to make it sound as if they were clueless as to why it happened to them. Why they were the victim (?) of a cheating or unresponsive spouse. or whatever the reason was they think it did not work out and that they needed to move on. So they continue doing what they did before. This time with a few more taller walls around their heart, hoping maybe to do better “next time” or maybe just stop it altogether.

My Purpose Here

I guess I need to get it out there in the open so I can talk about it, think about and get it out of my system. So why I am here in the cold tundra of the Chicago area. Why am I not home in the cold desert, serving at the feet of my Owner?

Simple. My Mother suffered a stroke while driving. She caused a chain reaction accident on the highway. Thankfully nobody was killed or seriously injured. She was the most injured of them all. When she came out of her coma, she knew nothing about why she was in the hospital hooked up to all those tubes and beeping monitors. She was also surrounded by people she said she never met before. Including her husband of 60 years. I cried when I was told about that.

My Father has always shared the rule of the house with her. He never really put His foot down and said “This is the law, so say I”. Now He is in the position of having to make serious decisions for her and for Him, without being able to discuss it with her. Making him clueless on what to really do.

Unfortunately, like it always seems to happen. He is surrounded by a wonderfully meaningful extended family that wants the best for them, as well as what they think is best for Him and for my Mother. They mean well, but they are family who all have an agenda that in the end benefits their needs, their emotions, and their feelings.

I’m not much of a person to answer the questions as I am the shoulder my Father wants to lean on and to cry on when we are alone. he needs that unattached, family support shoulder. The one to ask Him the questions on what they others are trying to say to Him and to get Him to do what They want him to do.

Thankfully Master-Sir will be here later next week and be here for a longer time. I need Him and thankfully my Father has admitted that He could use His help as well. Dad has even called my Owner several times to talk “Man to Man”. Something that He never really did before.

This is also when I need a firm grip on my leash and a tight collar. But I have neither. We talked about that in great detail and we both agreed, I needed to do this first part alone. If needed, there is a Master close at hand, ready to pull me back and get my headspace right if needed. I will need that so very soon!

Finally, I want to say Thank You all for the kind words, emails and your messages of support. That has helped me smile more!
It’s now all in the open and no more talking around the facts about why I am here. I am here. I am doing what I need to do and I am hanging in there!

Hope my story here did not put a damper on your weekend. Go out, have a great weekend and love the ones you are with!

The flight

November 8, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Well, this new journey is starting and i have been nothing but a bundle of raw nerves. Thanks to my Owner and His every desire to keep me on my slave toes. Since this started to happen and I started to get scatterbrained and nervous, He made it a point ot have a few friends come over for dinner, drinks, some conversation. Maybe work on the car or sit by the fire pit next to the pool. Keep me silent. Then the guests would use me for their cum dump. be rough and demanding as possible. Then once done using me, send me back to finish my chores as they returned to talk with my owner. Keeping my head where it needed to be, as His property, His slave.

Saturday morning came and i was up much earlier than normal because I just couldn’t sleep. Too many things on my mind about the trip, my family and how can i do this to my Owner without any sure end date or plan? It’s just open to the whims of my family member and medical science. Yet, he is playing along with it all.

Edit: I am sorry for being so mysterious, But Master-Sir thinks its for the best right now.

Plus I needed to make sure everything was ready for my trip. To make sure everything was set up for my Master-Sir when He returns home without me. Normally when i pack for a trip, I need to make sure Master-Sir has plenty of clothing to wear for different things. For me, I pack maybe two outfits since I will be naked a majority of the time. This trip I need to pack for me to be in public often as well as being in the cold, winters of Chicago and wherever else I need to go. Master-Sir allowed me to pack more than one bag of clothing and necessities.

Master Chase agreed to take us to the airport, so I needed to remember to fix breakfast for two Masters. Thankfully, I put notes all over the house to remind me what to do. Yes, I was that scattered in my thoughts. After feeding my men and being allowed to get ready, Master Chase came to my room for one more blowjob before allowing me to get dressed and finish packing my carryon bag that was to include my large stainless steel butt plug.

I’m being serious, what I just wrote is about all I remember of the morning until we got to the airport and at security. The butt plug was in my carry on and it was setting off the alarms. Master-Sir had already passed and was standing outside the perimeter smiling at the noise and at my startled look. I knew it was going to happen, but until it does, you just deal with it.

Having to show the security lady was not as bad as I thought. Thankfully it was a lady and it was not anything serious once she saw what it was, then she looked at my red face. I’m not sure if she was just bored or what, but she motioned for me to go thru a second inspection behind a panel. There, I raised my skirt to show her i had nothing to hide because i was not wearing any panties or a bra. I felt sorry for her to see that, but she wanted the second inspection. She smiled as she had me repack my bag and told me to enjoy the trip as i was allowed to rejoin my Owner.

After that, Master-Sir became the Owner and was not really kind. We walked to the nearest family bathroom where He ordered me to use the bathroom if i needed to now because, as he tells me in that master-ly voice of His, that once He puts it in, it was not coming out we get to the hotel 5 hours away. He had me stick into my pussy until i was happy that it was wet enough to go in the other hole. then i bent over and held onto the edge of the sink as Master Sir made sure I knew it was going in. He held it firmly to my ass as my ring muscle started to let it in. Then He commanded me to push back against it to get it in quickly.

After biting my lips to avoid screaming as I felt it lodge itself into my ass. He pulled on it to make sure it was firmly in place and that it wasn’t coming out easily!

I knelt to the floor, kissed His boots then gave Him a blowjob as my Thank You for being such a wonderful and caring Master. For me, having His wonderful hard cock and swallowing its reward was a wonderful thing. it was also probably going to be the last meal i will be allowed to have until we are in Chicago. (it was)

The Flight

Master-Sir took the window seat because i was sure i was going to sleep most of the way if I was allowed that privilege. And I was. Master-Sir likes to watch the clouds and the landing. Listen to His podcasts and just zone out in flight. He is strange that way! He put a blanket over us so that He could play with me on occasion to break up the boredom! it kept me from getting any solid sleep, but I do enjoy having His hands on my tits and His long fingers in my pussy when we fly. It gives me a lot of comfort.

Not much else to say. The onboard movie was some silly Disney flick, so that was of no interest to either of us. The flight was uneventful other than having to wear those darn masks the entire flight. At the airport, the hotel van and driver was already there. The driver, He told us His name was Jackson. He actually came to find us, then introduced Himself. A tall strapping young man who looked sharp in his sport coat with the shiny name badge.

He really looked like He belonged at the Bellagio or the Chicago Hilton, some fancier hotel than where we were going. He looked to be about his mid-twenties, dark, short hair, everything was prim and proper, it looked like it was all just pressed and clean. or that he just came from the barber right there at the airport! His hair was neat, trimmed without a strand out of place. not a babyface, but it looked so smooth I wanted to pinch His cheeks. my mind then went to think about what His cock must looked like. Probably as well-trimmed down there as He was on top. My mind just does that when I meet men!

I loved it when He spoke. He was so firm and right to the point of whatever He had to say or ask. No-nonsense as He asked Sir about the flight and if He had all our bags. Yes, He spoke mostly to my Owner, so I was getting a good feeling He may be clued in on my stay or that He was going to get to know me better later. He immediately walked us to the van. I was actually expecting to see others for the ride. But we were it.

I was right. My Owner was talking to Him and He told us that my former Boss/Dom had talked to Him personally, since he was head of the concierge, he needed to know who was coming in and that I was to be there for a couple of weeks courtesy of a higher-up territory manager. He already made sure that we were checked in and that my room was ready. He also made mention that “I” can call on HIM anytime for anything as He smiled at me in the rearview mirror. I took that to mean He was told to expect a special bonus for His tip.

My Owner assured Him that I was not going to be much of a bother while staying at the hotel. Family issues will keep me busy, and once in my room, I was there for the night. BUT. My Owner would appreciate anything that Jackson could do to make sure that i was well cared for once he leaves. “No Problem there Sir” was Jackson’s response!

Riding in the van, I was happy to see the skyline that was my home so long ago. Master-Sir had allowed me to be able to contact a friend or two while here and maybe have a guest over to the hotel or to go out with them some time. I was looking forward to maybe seeing my old boss or at least my old office. So many emotions on this one drive.

Yes, I was home. A different home than when I left. but it was still where it all began for me. it was also fricking cold!! I forgot what that dry cold felt like!! Master-Sir told me to call my parents to let them know that I have arrived and that we are heading to the hotel. I am here and I am safe.

My Interview

November 5, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Did I ever mention just how much I love my Owner? I really do.

Since it has been decided that I will need to return home, to the frozen tundra of the midwest for a family issue, Master-Sir said that I needed to be watched over when I am there. He takes such wonderful care of me!

The first person we thought of is my old Boss/Dom. He lives up in Illinois and is working in a hotel chain there. His territory includes Chicago and Milwaukee, so He could find suitable hotels for me to stay and for Him to care and check in on me often.

The other prospect was my First Master who lives in the region as well. But His wife/slave was not too thrilled with the idea of another slave being in His harem.. I get it. No problem!

Recap:

My former Boss/Dom was the man who hired me as a lowly maid in the hotel where he worked. This was when I first became a slave and we lived in phoenix. His first thought was that I was using it/him as a stepping stone on my way to being a front desk manager or something better. So I broke down crying and offered Him a blowjob anytime that I worked, if He hired me. He soon found that my talents in oral sex were equal to or better than my other domestic skills. Then He discovered my real status as a slave. My Owner soon gave Him use of me as His domestic and sexual slave when my Owner had no need for me.

It was when He was offered a transfer and promotion to Las Vegas, that He made me part of the deal as His executive secretary. That’s how we made the move to Sin City.

Read: Understanding my Boss/Dom

Today

Now He lives back in the cold, has a submissive wife, NOT a slave. They are very happily married and they live a happy life back there. She too was not happy when the offer to watch over me was first discussed. Then she met me on a skype call, got to see that I am not the skinny, sexy thing she thought i would be. She is not as heavy as I am but we do share the same big breast issues!

When she first heard the story of me, I guess she thought i may be some skinny, Mexican hussy or something. Not a fluffy white girl. In introducing herself, she explained that she enjoyed finding the D/s lifestyle. Wanted a Master for a master/submissive relationship. She kept making sure i understood she was not His slave! She was wanting to be more of an equal to Him with her submissive tendencies and their play to stay more private.

I let her know I would address her as His equal. I am the lowliest of slaves and all who are not slaves, get the extra respect and I will address her as I do Him until she tells me otherwise. She never did. I called her “Mam’ the entire time.

On the skype call, after Master-Sir made the introductions, it became an interview as if I was getting a new owner or being loaned out for an extended period of time! She wanted to see me. I mean really see me. Having me hold my boobs up, pull on my nipples, show her my shaved and very wet pussy and fat ass as she asked questions about what I would do for them, for her, and for Him.

The current idea, if it works out, would have me staying at one of the hotels in His territory and He would either be there with me overnight, or I would be monitored by Him electronically when He is not there and I am. She may or may not join Him or she may even stay with me on her own. She wasn’t sure how to play this yet. She wanted to meet me in person to see just what the feelings would be.

Following all of this? Good.

Like normal, I was the only one on the call who was visible and naked. She came on the camera a few times, very nicely dressed, to say something, otherwise, it was her voice and my Boss/Dom face smiling and laughing at her questions and comments. She was funny, a great sense of humor. I can see why He loves her so much. She was witty and had some really funny comebacks to my responses or comments from my Owner on the call.

The Love will Be Obeyed

In the conversations and the questions, i could see and hear their love for each other and I let Her know I respect any limits she would put on Him or on me,. I wanted her to know I am not there to hurt anyone or cause problems. I am there to serve my keeper and to be kept in my proper headspace of a slave when surrounded by vanilla people wanting things from me.

I serve as I am needed. I prefer to be kept naked and be kept to limits like how long i sleep or where i can go. The electronic leash will be active! I live to be used domestic or sexual as she would feel comfortable for me to be to Him, or not. That would be their decisions. However, as my Owner has stated, all rules, commands, and any punishments will go thru my Boss/Dom, i am there under HIS control.

She said she understands and would look at my website for some background. I wanted to make sure she understood that I am there for a family event, but that I need to live as a slave. However, i do need to tend to family needs first. Under His supervision.

From her reactions, I think she was getting to like this new adventure she was about to enter. To learn more about a real slave and what I could do for her as well as for them. She was open to new things and to see what happens to her Man when around an old slave who is so obedient and willing to please.

I shared my thoughts about my Boss/Dom finding her and how much happier he seems to be with her. He really has a great smile and I now get to see it when He is with His lover (her). I really wanted her to say that it was ok for me to come and for Him to be my Master guardian while there. I really wanted to meet her and see if she is as warm, loving, and dominant in person as she was on the skype call.

I may even get time to be alone with her, show her my old haunts in Chicago, and to take her shopping. To serve her as well as to let her know how much I would enjoy that experience.

The Much Needed Mental Break

She, like some of you, have asked if this was really necessary? to have a Master there for me? And I have to say “YES!”.

I have lived the life of a happy, devoted slave for over 15 years. It’s who i am and what I live for. For weeks at a time, i will be surrounded by family members who will want emotional support from me and to have me do things to help them. I will enjoy being there for them. But at the end of the day, I need, for my own sanity, a Master to kneel to, to answer to, and to please. Someone to take me away from all the family pressure and drama.

I love my family and will do anything for them. But if I am left to my own without any Master to watch over me for long periods of time, I would feel lost and helpless. Having that person to lean on for my own support will help me do what I need to do to help my family go through these issues.

Having the control of my former Boss/Dom will be such a wonderful experience, I can not wait for all this craziness to start!

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