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Here is an expanded version of what I just posted on Fetlife. Yes, I am going to go where a slave needs to be dressed to survive!

Just as things were starting to get back to some frame of normal activities around my Owner’s household here in Beautiful (and may I say, warm) Las Vegas, I get the phone call from the family. Well, more than one phone call and from more than one person. They tag teamed me! They need my “moral” support to help with the serious health issue of a very close family member!

Master-Sir said I need to do what I can for this member of my family for all they did for me growing up. Of course, Master-Sir was right.

To Plan

I am trying to not say too much out of respect for the family member, but to say they wanted me there ASAP and to be there for at least a week or two. Then come back often as possible until the worst happens (funeral)or the best happens (they recover and get back to their life).

This not about COVID or anything related. More of a brain seizure than anything else. So they need care and to be around family to help with any memory issues. As my family always did, they relied on each other for moral support and the power of healing than on medicine, drugs, and tesating. They do all that, but it is always best to have family around for support and encouragement to get better.

Care of the slave

This all means that I will be traveling to the hinterlands of the frozen tundra of where I escaped from some 15 years before!!

I know what you are thinking. Illinois and Wisconsin are some very beautiful areas to be from. Yes, I agree. Its beautiful up there in the summer months. But I got used to being naked 12 months a year and watching the snow fly from the comfort of my computer screen. For the winter months, it’s really nice to say that I am from there, but not be there !!

So for the next few months, it looks like I will be traveling from here to there for a week or two at a time. “For the Family” – Yes, I love my family, but really? Now?

Thankfully, Master-Sir has put restrictions on my and my travels. I will be near them and I can be around them. But I will have a strict curfew and I will be staying with a Master who will watch over me and be my protector as well as my punisher if I fail to obey Him.

There are two possibilities and my Owner is deciding which one or maybe both will share the duties of watching over and monitoring His property while I am there. On ehappens to be my very first Master. He was homeless for ahwil and I think I wrote about Him in this blog, I will check. He loves near where I will need to be.

The second one s my Boss/Dom from Here. The man who gav em my fisrt job as a hotel main when we lived in Phoenix, AZ. Then when He transferred to Las Vegas, I was part of the package included in the transfer.

He now manages a zone for one of the larger hotel chains in the Midwest and said he would enjoy being my caretaker. he would make the arrangements so that He could work from a hotel suite in one of the hotels He is in charge of managing. we would be living in the hotel while I am there. That is kind of a nice thing. No cooking or cleaning for me!!

The other advantage would be building up my frequent flyer miles in all this travel. When I used to travel with my former Boss/Dom, I had all kinds of free miles and perks. Master-Sir and I took a lot of wonderful trips to Florida, Mexico and elsewhere when I was doing that. Haven’t done that in a long time!

And for the first two trips, we have planned, Master-Sir will be able to travel with me and be able to do His job on the road. YEA!!

So as He arranges for me to have a Master to watch over me when I am there, i need to get my boss to work with me on a plan for me to be off in staggering times. Maybe deal with it as it comes along. But I just need him to be aware of what I need and to know what I need to do to make sure I have a job when I return!!

Now, if I can just pretend it wasn’t happening in November and December!!

In a recent discussion on Fetlife in the Male Owner – Female Property group, It was asked about how the slaves/property live their daily life? What are your basic protocols or rules for living your life as property?

Here was my Answer:

Sleeping Arrangements
I do have my own bedroom. It has a lock on the outside of the door. It’s not that I sleep there often. It’s there for me to use when needed. Most of the time i am allowed to sleep with my Owner in His bed. As well, there is a body pillow on the floor beside Him for the nights He wants me to be near, but not with Him.

When His girlfriend is here, I will be locked in my bedroom or at least that’s where I will sleep most of the nights when she is here.

Toilet Arrangement
When we were looking for a new home and He saw this house had an unfinished bathroom in the garage, it’s what sealed the deal for Him to buy it. In the garage bathroom, There is a small tub/shower, the shower curtain is always clear. the sink is small and there is no door. It is the only bathroom that I am allowed to use.

Yes, in the summertime, I am told to use the flower garden to pee in. It is in view of the glass patio doors for Him (or anyone in the house) to watch me if He would like to.

Eating Arrangements
For this, I always tell submissive females to not fear this if your Dom talks about this type of eating arrangement. It’s actually very romantic and has many side benefits. Master-Sir sits at the table (with or without guests) I set the table, put the food out then sit at His side on the floor. (most of the time)

He feeds me from His hand as we sit there and talk. I try to kneel most of the time. But with age, the knees can’t take it too much, so He allows me to sit on the floor.

What food is left goes into my bowl in the kitchen. People not too much in the know often ask about the dogs we “must” have if we have a set of dog bowls in the kitchen! Sorry, i am the only pet in this house!

Clothing
When I enter the house from the garage, I am to be naked. I am allowed to be dressed in order to exit the house. SO I am not allowed to be dressed until just before we/I need to leave. Thankfully we live in the desert and it’s warm with sunshine 90% of the time.

Servicing Visitors
This one is a tough one for me because i am naked in the house and so everyone in the house has access to me whether I like it or not. To touch, feel and command. I always speak with a submissive tone no matter who you are.

I am used by others for Domestic service mostly. I know the favorite drinks and snacks of Master-Sirs best friends. So they are always here and ready for me to serve them and for them to enjoy.

The sexual part is determined by my Owner on what holes they have use of if any. Most people have free access to me for oral servicing. and most prefer to be serviced in private in the guest bedroom on the main level of the house.

Possessions
I arrived here for the final time with little more than a suitcase and a box of family items I could not, would not get rid of. In my bedroom is a small dresser with basic undergarments and a few other pieces of clothing. My closet has more whips and floggers hanging init than dresses or skirts. That is all.

Privacy
None. Master-Sir knows what I am thinking, He knows all my secrets. What I am and what i have is His.

He has access to everything. But since He has better things to do than micromanage me, He rarely looks at my computer or my phone, but He knows it’s there for Him anytime.

I’m nude most of the time so anyone who visits the house often has seen pretty much every inch of me!

Outside the House
He admits that He is not fashion literate. So I dress myself and get His ok before I am allowed to leave the house. Unless it’s important like work, i am not allowed to wear panties or a bra. So, yes, my big fat tits sag (deal with it!)

Outside the house, like everywhere else, Master-Sir has full access to me and my holes anytime. That’s why I am not allowed to wear a bra or panties out. In case He wants to use them or wants to have someone else use them. Immediate access.

When we met, I said that I wanted to be Owned and this man has made that happen. he also took it beyond where I thought I could or would ever go as a “slave”. I am property and I love my life because I can trust Him with my life. I can do that because we have open and honest communication.

This may not be the life for you and I am ok with that. I am living my Life and loving every minute of it.!

Thank You for asking!

Yesterday I had to work late, a couple of big rollers were coming into the resort for the weekend. They had some special requests to be made to their suite before they checked in.

So I had to call Master-Sir and ask His permission.
He told me to do what I needed to do, He would get His own dinner and wait for me to get home. I apologized, but He kept telling me not to. It’s business. I was to let Him know when I am leaving for home.

So just as I was leaving, I sent Him a text. he never responded. He rarely does. Opening the garage door, I parked my car and got naked before entering the house. I was so nervous; I wasn’t sure what to expect. It’s been a long time since I had to do this.

I found Master-Sir in the kitchen working with some food and making Himself a small plate of dinner. After kissing me and welcoming me home, I was told to sit at His feet as we talked. He ate from His plate and fed me His scraps as we talked about our day.

He let me unwind as we talked and He fed me. It was just so relaxing as we ate and talked. He had a strange smile on His face the entire time. It was like He just had great sex before I came home and was still reliving the moments. But it wasn’t that.

After we were done with the meal and I cleaned everything up, He ordered me to stand in the corner and hold my ass open. I did as he ordered. He has been doing a lot of that lately, me standing in the corner with my ass held open. He vanished upstairs.

After some time, He returned. Kissing my neck and massaging my breasts. Talking sweet words of love and romance in my ear.

I was allowed to turn around as He sent up to His bathroom. “I will meet you there” is all He said as He slapped my ass as I went upstairs.

In His bathroom, He had candles lit, soft music playing, and a bubble bath waiting. I wasn’t sure what this was about, so I knelt at the side of the tub. I had a feeling this was for him, maybe for myself as well. But I never assume anything is for the slave.

He entered the room smiling. It was. He came up with a bottle of wine, with two glasses and He was already naked. His cock was actually hard and I wanted so bad to suck on it. But He said no. He got into the bathtub,, then He told me to join Him.

I sat in front and He had me lay myself onto Him. I protested because I didn’t want to smash Him. We always have this little struggle when He does this, and I always lose 😊

Plus I could feel His hard cock on my back and I wanted it in my holes. But I knew I needed to wait.

He allowed me to have my own glass of wine and to drink it with Him. He washed my back, my neck, and of course my tits! He paid close attention to the washrag as He went over my breasts and down between my legs where it found my waiting and wanting pussy. I know I was moaning very loud at this point.

After some cuddle time and wash time and with the wine bottle empty, He tells me to get out of the tub. He then dries me off and I am allowed to dry Him off. Again, I am reminded not to touch His beautiful and erect cock.

From there, it’s off to the bed where He eventually fucks me. But not right away. Just as two normal people in love would do. We actually made love. No hurry, lots of kissing and cuddling. He was in no hurry to fuck me and I was in no hurry to have Him use me.

He soon feeds my mouth His cock for a little tease before moving down to shove it into my waiting pussy as He stares into my eyes and smiles. Telling me that He really does love me. I love Him!

As He slowly pushes it in, then starts to rocks in and out, He sees me and knows that I am quickly mounting a climax. Telling me “let it happen my sweet slave” .
That’s all i needed to hear!! My body starts to shake as I feel it happening.

Always my most powerful orgasms are after He has told me, in His deep, sexy voice of a Master that I may be allowed to have one… Or maybe I have one or two more…. even three before I feel finally feel Him building up to His. 😊

He cums Hard, Heavy, and Grunting loudly! After he cums inside me, He holds me. No hurry to break the hold we have on each other. No hurry to get His cock licked, clean, and move on to whatever He needs to do next. He still has that smile as He looks at me.

Finally, He rolls over onto His back, I feel His cock pull out and I whine. I am allowed to crawl down to His cock to lovingly lick my juices from His cock. I get to taste Him again. And that is where I stay for a very long time. Worshipping, loving his cock. I am holding my legs closed so I don’t make a mess. I want to stay where I am for a long time!!

I love Him for being such a wonderful Master.

After awhile, I’m finally told to clean up and return. when i do, I curl up into His arms and feel Him hold me as we slowly fall off to sleep.

Sleep came so easily!

Yes, I know. I left a lot out and made it seem like a short time. But I can assure you, what is here, was three to four hours before we finally fell asleep!

The reason I wanted to write this is to let you all know that the life of a slave, or at least this slave, is not all about strict obedience, being used for anything and everything but love.

I am owned. He uses me as He wants and often times it’s just for His pleasures and His satisfaction. As it should be. He owns me.

But as humans, we do have that love for each other. We can’t live a life of just service and obedience. Or at least I can’t and He has no need for a life without love.

Thank You Master-Sir for a wonderful Night!

Some people like to ask me that.  I guess it’s because I use the labels so interchangeably.  Sometimes I say that I am Owned or I am a slave. Other times I will say that I am His property.

In the hierarchy of BDSM, I would say it’s like being a sub first.  You are exploring your submission.  Not really an obedient little thing. You still have a freedom in your life to do what you want and can say “no” to things. You are a submissive, not yet a slave.

Then you become a slave. This is where it gets serious.  (in my opinion) More of your life is focused on your Master. Doing things for Him, for His approval and of course, His pleasures.   You obey without much resistance or question.  I think at this point, you can still use the words sub and slave interchangeably. 

We graduate from slave to property

To be called property, I would have to believe its when your entire existence is devoted to your Owner.  He controls every part of your life.  It’s like you are not living unless you are doing something for Him. He is your Owner.

And I think that is where I am.  I am His slave in that He controls every part of me, I obey. And I am property because I look to Him for everything.  He is the one who cares for me and He alone gets to decide how or when I am to be used.  I do not move unless He is directing me in way or another.

And it is here where some people have an issue.  Maybe a misunderstood issue or an issue with their own fears of what they want out of their relationship. They hear the word “Property” and they see in their mind, that dim-witted bimbo. The slave who is more robotic than human. She lives in a cage and is let out only when the Owner wants her to be used. 

They say “I’m not property” Or “I’m not a slave”. So I ask why do they think that?  They will add “I can still think for myself and do things that please me!!   No Man will ever control me that much!”

As if, as His property, I have no free thought or free will?  Is that what people really think when they see that I am a slave or that I say I am His property?  That I am just this thing that follows orders and routines?

Remember, I did not wake up one day and say “I am Property” and ta-dah, it all became clear.  We worked up to it. We became our roles.

There is a reason and there is a process to how I came to be His property. We grew into the roles.  We just grew into them faster than most other people who come up the ranks in the world of Master and slave.

I’ve always known and admitted that my relationship with my Owner is not the norm.  we started out as He – Master. Me- slave.  There was no vanilla in our dating relationship. There was no submissive learning to be a slave learning to be His property.

There was no vanilla courtship. No dating in the vanilla sense.  So, we started from a spot farther down that road than most others.  But we did that because we had already been through it all before and so we wanted to “cut to the chase” as my Dad always said. 

No Warmup for being Master/slave

I knew what I wanted for my life, and He knew what He wanted for His life.

He had a great life He was living.  He did not NEED a slave. But often thought about what it would be like to have a woman who was there only for Him all the time. She was not there for “Them” as in “couples”.  She was there in His life. Period. 

He had no reason to change.  So she would have to fit into His life or not be there at all.  He had no desire to meet in the middle and cave to what she may need or want in her world.  There was going to no “slave in the bedroom, lover in public” relationship.

There was no middle ground on this. A slave or nothing.  He was ok either way.

Like I said, He already had a nice life before me, without a full-time slave.  He had His own business. Great friends.  Nice house and comfortable living style. He also women who loved to come over occasionally for a couple of days and play like they were His slave.  Then after 24, 48, or 72 hours, they were done with that and wanted to go back to their regular life. 

But for a few days every couple of months, they were able escape their real world and enter the forbidden world of sexual slavery and kink. 

They got to live out their fantasy as being one man’s toy house slave for awhile.    Then when they decided to, go back to being friends on equal terms.  He liked that. For Him, He knew He could live either way nicely.  

For me, I was like Him in the way that I was wanting to be a slave and nothing more.  I did not want to be a slave in private, girlfriend/wife in public.  I had my fill of what would start out as boyfriend/girlfriend with Master/slave tendencies.  Then after a while, it would go to occasional M/s and a lot more boyfriend/girlfriend.  Where I was asked “what do you think?” with the answer being a negotiated answer.

Or worse and more common. I was used for their sexual and BDSM fantasies then when something skinnier, prettier and with more sex appeal came around, they were gone in a flash and I was left all alone.

For me, my Master would be a compliment to my loves and desires.  I wanted to know that we had similar tastes and similar desires, but that always, He was going to be in charge. His decision (even after taking with me, if he did) was what was best for Him and that I would follow and enjoy following.

As it was pointed out by the man who discovered my submissive/slave tendencies, that I just liked to help other people that I respected. I had the need to be the one who made their lives easier. I would be there for them and obey when they asked me to do something. It was natural for me, I enjoyed serving special people.

I’m a what??

Before He told me that I was a slave, I was a slave and didn’t know it.  I thought of it as just being thoughtfully needed.  Being nice and respectful. Fulfilling a need I had inside to honor and assist those I felt a respect for.  To call me a slave that first time, was absolutely insulting. Now it’s an honor badge!

The problem that I fought was the wording.  “Slave”.  I was already used to being called “fat” “hefty” and other derogatory names for my size.  Being excluded from games, parties, and classmates gathering due to my unpopular size.

Since my teen years, I have always had an issue with weight. And in dating, I often knew it would end the moment the boy I was with found a skinnier woman who he could chase or date.  And I was usually right. 

So, in my thirties, I decided to take a break from dating and focus on my career in fashion retail. After two years of absolute celibacy, I decided to give myself a final treat.  A two-week vacation in Phoenix and maybe even go off and explore their active BDSM community. To attend one of their kink events.   And that is where I ran into Him. 

No, I am serious. As He was coming out of the restroom and I was going in, I ran Him over.  Like a whale hitting a small fishing boat.  Helping Him up is when our eyes met and locked and we smiled as we said “hello” in unison.  It was kinda cute!

He gave me a tour of the facility.  Well, actually, He took over from the person who was there to show the new people around.   It was a quick “here it is” then out to a nearby restaurant to talk. And we talked for hours about everything.

Without podding or asking, He made it truly clear, IF He were ever to have a slave, she would be just that. A slave, His slave. His property. Not a girlfriend, not a lover, but His slave. From day one and onward.  “She would have to fit into my life.”

I was already in love with that idea. After meeting His friends, I knew He was a respectable man and had good taste in people.  According to His friends, His word was His bond. It really was.

From the restaurant, I went with His friends and Him to His place where I did things I never would have done on a first date if I were not 1800 miles away from home.  I was the house slave to a group of wonderful non-judgmental people.  They didn’t know my friends and I didn’t know theirs.  I thought, why not? At least I would have one night to really live in my fantasy.

What did I have to lose? I figured that after playing their games with the fat chick, they would tire of me and send me packing with tears in her eyes while they laughed and joked about it all.  I could truly say that I at least got a chance to taste my dream world, if for only one night.  The tears afterward would be worth the time.

But I was so wrong.  They never did kick me out. He never sent me packing.  They were wonderful, loving people who enjoyed what they had..

It was known that I was there as HIS slave. I knew I was there to become His slave.  Over time, we worked on the whole slave thing.  Going into every possible situation. To know what He would never ask His slave to do were things I never wanted to do.  (like rob a bank!)

He had things He wanted me to do that I did not really want to do.  But with Him, over time. I felt confident by His words and His actions that He would keep me safe. He may at times hurt me, but He would never HARM me. So, after a while, I let it all go and went full on as His slave and do as He command.  

As His slave, I knew I had some limits IF I wanted them. I also knew I had an out IF I wanted one. We even had forms made up and a bank account set up to make sure I was taken care of if either of us walked away.

Knowing I was Owned Part One

Then we moved to Las Vegas. It was here that I realized that I had graduated to being His property. 

When we went looking for a place to live, He knew what He wanted in a house and when we found it, He said “sold”. I had no real say in it.  He said it and it was done.  But I had to agree, knowing what He wanted in a Master’s house with a dutiful slave in it, it was the perfect house for my Owner and so it was for His slave.

As His Property, I was equal to His beloved truck.  He babied that thing, but He also would use it rough when He wanted to. It has its own place in the garage that is always well equipped, and it is kept clean and taken care of faithfully.  The same goes for the car that I’m allowed to drive.

As His property, I have my own place when not being needed by Him. I have my own room where He can lock me in it when He wants to.  There is a “slave only” bathroom in the garage. The only bathroom in the house where I am allowed to use.  To shower, shave my bits and parts as well as wash and do my make-up is right there in the bathroom in the garage without a door or any means of privacy.

The bathrooms in the house are for people, not slaves. He doesn’t bring the truck into the house to wash it or clean it, why should He do that with me?

Talk, Talk, Talk

We knew from day one, that lives change.  People change. What we do and how we do it now will change in the coming years.  We also knew this relationship would change. I went from submissive/slave to slave then to property. 

He went from Master to Owner.  We aged and as we did, the way we operate has changed to fit the new “us”.  Little things as we age.  But the roles we have never changed. I am His slave and His property.

The place I feel a lot of people fail in their relationships is in the communications.  It’s almost natural in relationships that we don’t really talk.  Or at least we don’t open up 100% to each other. We have a natural tendency to hold something back.  Just in case this thing goes bad.  We still have something that is our own.

As His slave, He runs my life. He decides when and what I will eat and if and when I will have sex and with who.  He has girlfriends. He doesn’t have to tell me about them, but He does because there is no reason not to. I am not going anywhere.

We talk. We have moments, times where I can sit at His feet and we just talk like two people. No formalities, no whispers or secrets. No question too stupid or strange.  He does the same. Any question gets an honest answer.

There are days where I am working hard at my job.  Some office girls or other work friends will want to go out for lunch. I am allowed to as long as I let Him know. So I send Him a text. If no answer in 5 minutes, I am allowed to make my own decision.

Same with everything else. I know I need to let Him know everything I am doing.  Including bathroom needs.  He may not respond, but I still send Him a text to say what I need to do. If He replies with a “NO”, I will obey.

But most times, He will let it go and let me do what I need to do.  The simple rule of thumb is: “what do you think Master-Sir’s answer would be?”  and I go with that. 

That’s where I know I am property.  I am never out of His reach.

As His property, I am on display. Even when I am out, I am on display and I reflect His care and training in me when I am out. I represent Him.  He is my Owner and what I do reflects back onto Him. I know that and I am aware of what I am doing and how I am being perceived at almost all times.

When I am working at my job in the resort, I am thinking more about Him than my Boss. I will please my Boss while doing the best job that I can.  I do that because I am pleasing my Owner first. If I please Him, I know my Boss will be pleased as well.

I am not there because I like the job ( I love what I do) and there is nothing better. I am there because it’s the place my owner wants me. It uses most of my skills to His benefit.  But I will not chase a new job opening or apply for any other job unless my Owner tells me to.   

My Boss has a suspicion I will not be leaving His department for any new job that comes up, and He likes that feeling He can trust I will be there for Him.

Enjoying Being Used For Sex

I have never been a sexual person in the fact that I love to have sex, but I don’t NEED to have sex.  When I have sex, I want them to enjoy it more then I enjoy it.  I have always been that way.  I love sex, but only when I am with someone who is happy using me for sex.  When I realized that I was truly a slave, it really finally made sense to me in this department.

I never masturbated too much growing up or when I was without a boyfriend because it only pleased me when I did. I was alone in my room or wherever and I would dream of being a slave and I would bring myself to a climax and be done with it. I was ok if I did and I was ok if I didn’t. Because it was only me bringing me pleasure.

Now when I masturbate, its for the enjoyment of others. Its often mixed with humiliation play, something that I hated before. But now enjoy it at the hands of my Owner.  But I do it because it brings THEM joy to watch me do it.

When I am told to have sex with someone, I do it and I enjoy it because I know my Owner is enjoying me being used. So I want the person using me to really enjoy using me. I want to be enjoyed.

Thankfully, in my teen years, my best male friend Mark, showed me how to be used for sex and He used me often for sex so I got really good at it.  blowjobs first, then Anal sex. Vaginal sex was not important to Him or to me. 

I know when people read that I am being ”used for sex” it sounds like maybe I am just there with my legs spread. They assume my body is in a position to be fucked while in my mind, I am off doing my shopping list.  Laying there. looking into space until I feel Him filling my hole with his seed. Then a quick clean up and it is a done deal. 

WRONG! Wrong!

In reality, when I am being used by someone for sex, and that is what I mean. I am being used for their sexual desires, I am pleasing them. So I am with them 100% in the use of me for their sexual desires.

The moans are real and they are often. As well as the tears are real when I am hurting. I will not stop you if I am being used roughly because I see that smile on your face, so I know you are enjoying it and so I enjoy it as well.

I am not there for my enjoyment except the fact that I enjoy being used for the purpose of my Owner’s pleasure and happiness. I am there in that time and place because I was told to be there at that time and to be used for their enjoyment. Not mine.  Make sense??

Slave Sex is Good Sex

I enjoy sex and as I get older, I am needing to have more of it.  The nice thing is that my owner enjoys offering me to others for their sexual needs. Their sexual use and abuse.  I enjoy being used more for someone else’s enjoyment than I do for just my own pleasures. 

And with slave sex, there is no warm up, no foreplay (usually), no romance, and when they are done, we are done. 

I can assure you; I am not just there in body with a hole for them to abuse. My heart, body, mind and soul are there to make sure we are both going to have something to talk about when asked about the event. I want them to USE me and to make sure they are happy with how I was used.

Just because I am not always saying we are having sex, i like to say that I am being used. That’s because I often think in those terms. Having sex, in my mind, often means someone who is not a slave. Having sex, in my mind, is usually when both parties are there for their own pleasures on their own time. and have an emotional attachment to the act or the person. I am being used fits me better.

I am there because my Owner found you worthy enough to loan you one of His prized possessions. I am there because He wants to make sure You enjoy using his property.  He wants you to come back for more and to let Him know the gift of the slave to use for whatever you used me for was not forgotten.  If I was a good enough hole to use once, they will work on being a friend well enough to have another shot at the use of me.

Using Me

I am Being Used!! It’s not us having sex, its me being wonderfully used for your pleasures and for the happiness of my Owner.  My skills are being used for a wonderful purpose.

For someone who spent her early years being made fun of by other boys and girls for her size, this is a new and wonderful experience.  Men who would have never given me a second look like a vanilla date now wants to come back and want to fuck me again. 

I am being appreciated now for giving someone a blowjob or being the one person who let a man enjoy anal sex on His terms. Knowing He will not have to beg for it. I am there, my hole is there and waiting for you to use it for your pleasures.  He can now say He had anal sex His way and that is it was great! 

That is a big thing in my book of life!

I am there to make sure you know I am to be used however rough you want to use me and however ways you are allowed to use me. I want to be used by you.  Trust me, there is plenty of padding font, back, and sides, you won’t really hurt me!

My ass is my favorite hole to be abused.  I love to feel it being filled. My mouth is the second favorite hole to have filled.

Sit back and let me show you how much I love to have a cock in my mouth or ass and how much you will enjoy the climax and the cleanup.   It doesn’t matter what hole was used, I am there to make sure you don’t have to stress about the clean up afterward.  My mouth has come to enjoy those moments afterward. I salivate at the thought of cleaning up a cock that was just used in one of my holes.     

Shoving your hard cock in either of these holes, I know that I will enjoy the climax more than you will. I love that warm feeling as you fill me up.  Yes, that smile, even if i have tears rolling down my face, there is a smile on my face and its real.

Now my pussy? that’s another story.

My pussy is my least favorite hole for me to offer you. Its like me, it’s a fat sloppy thing that gets really wet and ugly.  But I do enjoy it when my Owner uses it. It’s a strange thing. I can tell when He is using my pussy compared to any other cock. I know His cock and my body, my pussy responds better to His cock in that hole. So I have a greater climax (with permission) when He is fucking that hole. I’m strange. I know it!   

Knowing I was Owned Part 2

Another point that made it clear that I have graduated from slave to property was when he decided to use me as His urinal.

My morning routine was to kneel at the side of the bed, holding His morning coffee and slowly wake Him up.

Most times He is already awake, just waiting for me to kneel with that fresh brewed cup of his morning caffeine in my hands.  He would get up, take the cup, say good morning and get up to walk to the bathroom, then after that, start His routine of shaving and brushing teeth and maybe a shower.

One morning He woke up, smiled at me as He took the coffee and pushed my mouth onto His limp cock with the instructions to “drink it and don’t dare spill a drop.”

Not knowing what exactly He meant, I knew whatever it was, I was to keep my mouth on His cock or I was going to be punished.  When I felt that first burst of warm fluids. I wanted to pull back and choke because of the horrible taste and the mental notion of knowing what it was.  But my mind over-road my body and did as it was instructed to do by my Owner.

Ok, my mind also heard my Owner say “Spill a drop of it and I will beat your ass like never before”

This is now a morning ritual as well as sometimes during the day in other places, He will do the same thing with the same instructions. I never question it and my body responds naturally to it.

Even now, after a few years, I still do not like the taste, but that is not what is important.  It’s what my Owner wants me to do. Its how He wants to use His property that matters.  It makes Him happy to use me in that way, so I naturally do it.   

Other uses for His Property

It is in these moments that I know that I am Owned. I am not just a slave to my Master. I am property being used and exercised by my Owner only for His enjoyment.  Letting me know He wants to make sure I am kept in prime working order by being used in the ways He wants to use me. Not just kept in a cage until wanted.

As a slave, I have a job outside the house.  But my money goes into “His” bank account. It is His to spend.  But as His property, I am there to make sure the bills are paid. I am also His slave accountant. 

Like other things in the household, He likes to review what I have done and give me His blessing or my punishment.  But I am there to do the things He does not want to do. As His property, I know it belongs to Him, even if I earned it.  It’s His to do with as He desires.

For me to spend money, I do need His permission for most purchases.  That is done in a variety of ways and He has established limits for me so I know there are things I can buy without needing to bother asking Him permission. I still ask most times…   

If I do this and it crossed the line for whatever reason He thinks, I will accept the punishment and will know not to do it again.

His house is His palace and I am the maid who keeps I clean to His specifications.  He will also offer my domestic skills to others and I will do for their home what I do for His.  Not that I like to clean house, but I like to serve and make sure you are happy with what I have done for you. Because if you are happy, my Owner is happy and that means I am happy.

I think, that if I were just His slave, this all would not work as well it does now. I am not there to question; I am there to serve.  If I do have a question, it will not stop me from doing as I am told.   I will do as instructed then at the appropriate time, discuss my concern as we have agreed.

So yes, I guess I am more than just a slave, I am Owned, I am Property and I enjoy being all that for my Owner!

I am Owned.  She is Owned!

After writing about my trip to Utah and having to face my stalker again, some of you sent me questions about him, the situation, and what all happened. Master-Sir had reminded me that I had written it all down a couple of times. However, I just never could push the “Publish” button. So now I think need to explain it, maybe not in great detail, but as much as I can so you all know where I am coming from.

Earlier this year, some of you had noticed that I just vanished from the internet. No twitter. No email, no Fetlife. Nothing. It was a;; gone in an instant. Master-Sir deleted everything about me online. This was after I was told by my boss “to go home, recover for a few days or longer”. That was because someone had tried to breach a secured location at my employment, trying to find me.

As my Owner, He has the right to do that without explanation. But I knew why He needed to do that. I needed to vanish for a while to deal with it all. It was as close to being a victim of a stalker as I could ever imagine being. Unfortunately, someone else, a few days later, was going to have to deal with him a little more. Thankfully she survived to press charges and to start part two of this story.

Hearing the security calls on the speakerphone in my office, using a code name for our department, meaning we had to lockdown until it was clear. As scared as I was, it was the worst kind of humiliation to know it was all because of me. Someone wanting to get to me. My Boss tried to assure me it wasn’t my fault, but it was and I knew it.

I had already dealt with weeks of him stalking me online. The last contact was an email showing photos of me in my parking space at work. Now, THIS? It was like the final straw to an unbelievable journey into Hell for me that had started at the beginning of the year. Our lives were turned upside down, inside out and I was in tears many nights with fear and nerves. His job, my job was both threatened. Our privacy was invaded in so many ways I never thought He would ever allow me back online again.

Innocent Beginnings

A man who friended me on Fetlife, had a profile that looked real and genuine. Or as genuine as they can be on such a site. He and i had some wonderful conversations. Long and detailed talks. He asked about being a slave. We talked about me living in Las Vegas, he was from northern California. He liked to talk about relationships and how they work and don’t work. We talked about training a slave, punishment, and what it took to be a good Master for a slave to prosper. His desire was to find an older female slave like me and finally settle down in a cabin the moutains.

After awhile, things started to change in the conversation. he wanted more details about my life, my work and other people that I mentioned in my blog. I would not answer Him, Or at least not with the answers he wanted. The names of people i associate with are changed and my exact work location is never mentioned.

In our talks, He mentioned he had friends in las Vegas. Almost anyone in California has friends or family here. So it wasn’t that big of a deal for me. I knew that from the start. But I never knew exactly who he knew. After i started to talk to my Owner about these conversations and how they were changing, Master-Sir started to notice some strange patterns of cyber-attacks that were being alerted on the security logs on our Home router and VPN servers. This was followed by my inbox getting filled with spam for bondage and rape websites and other sick stuff.

Then one of the men I work with asked me about some man asking about me or what sounded like he was looking for someone that sounded like me. The coworker knew I was a kinky person in a BDSM relationship. He was also aware that this had happened once before. A few years earlier when I had a real “fan” of my blog try to find where i worked. But this one didn’t feel like that. This one was scarier.

Like the last time, another friend from another resort recently called me with the same story of a man asking about a “fluffy” lady who works in a position like mine. This friend laughed at first because He too knew about the earlier incident. Telling me to control my fans better!

This was followed by several unidentified numbers showing up on my phone. I never answer unknown numbers. Once that started to happen, then came the feeling that i was being watched. I was starting to get frightened. And I was being watched.

I checked with my friends in HR at work. They were curious about why they were getting phone calls to verify my employment. Each call was always getting my name wrong. They were not noticing at first until the different staff members started to talk about the calls they were getting. They assured me nothing was given out because they never got the name or the details right. Besides, they knew I was not looking for another job.

Then he popped up on my other site, Humbled Females, and started to try to talk with me there. He started to use several handles so I could not block Him. From my friends in security, I started to learn a lot about “burn” accounts when various emails started to arrive from different accounts.

Each email was about getting a slave an making her His. About using me as his sex slave to rent out, use and display.

My Master-Sir pulled the plug on everything Internet when I received a series of photos of me at work, getting out of my car with notes telling me that as his slave, i should forget about driving. Slaves of his would need to use public transportation if he allowed them to work.

A lady friend who works in the cybersecurity side of the resort told me she had a clue as to who it was. or at least where the emails are coming from. She was able to link back to the photos of me and my car. Then work back on the placement of the camera and have a suspicious vehicle. Each photo was from a different day and the vehicle was the same she linked back to.

All my years working there and making the right friends and giving the blowjobs to the right people, really came in handy now!! They each helped me in one way or another to find out who this was. But the emails kept on coming and got more vile and personal with each one.

After the alarms and the arrest, I was given a temporary leave of absence for my protection as well as to protect the resort from any problems that he may cause.

Final Move on Me

Unfortunately, the leave of absence was not approved yet when he made his final move and try to breach security. He tried to enter into what he thought was my office area. It was a busy weekday when this all happened, so security was not on top of the game around the front desk area as he tried to get behind the front desk, thinking it was an entrance to the office where he thought i worked in.

As he was held in security, my Owner (husband) was called to come and get me. I was too shaken up to work or even drive and with that, they gave me the next two weeks off starting immediately!

It was several days later when Master-Sir informed me that he had been properly arrested and jailed. However, a relative in Utah had bailed him out. They had no idea where he went after that. Yes, the fears came back really quickly.

Two weeks later, one of my friends in security had told me that they arrested him in Utah for similar activity. My friend found out because a bulletin came across her desk asking resorts and other high-risk areas for information on his previous whereabouts. When he was arrested in Utah, he had more notes on me as well as others he was planning to visit. This time, i was assured, there was no bail. he will face a trial or two.

The victim in Utah was similar in my case. The online stalking turned to physical stalking and even an attempted rape or at least an aggravated assault. She fought back and he was sent to a hospital before being sent to a confinement center in the prison system

Last week was one of his trials. Apparently, because she went forward with the case,, other women in Utah have come forward. Mine was a minor incident compared to the others i have been made aware of. Last week i was there to give my side of the story. Last week seems like a lifetime ago and i want to keep it like that.

My Owner has made it known to me in many ways that He loves me and He will protect me. But I need to be more vigilant i future communications. However, that doesn’t mean i will let this creep ruin my life or make me live my life in fear. I will not let him win.

Please accept my apologies. I know i left a lot of detail out. I needed to do that for my own sanity and to get myself to move past all of this. I want to get on with my life. I want to stop looking around every time I am out in public and I want to get back to enjoying my time online talking to people who i really want to be friends with.

I want to put this behind me.

Thank You !