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Helping the Study Group

October 9, 2020 / slave / 2 Comments

This is one of those moments I just love being me. The well loved, “fluffy” slave who may have changed the life of a special lady. Ok, maybe not the life. But I did point her in a new direction of thinking. Maybe, just maybe that change will help her in the coming months and who knows, that may have changed her life!.

Our pool boy who I call “the Son” because his dad is my Owner’s boss. He is our pool cleaner. He likes to come over, services the pool then He uses me often. He’s young, in college, and has the stamina of a Bull! MMmm…

With the college being online, he said He was part of a small study group for his Business Law class. There are 4 men and one female. They meet almost every other day online for a few hours to go over assignments and reviews. He asked my Owner if He could have them over here for a meet-up. Our home is closer to the other people then His place. So Master-Sir agreed.

Being the slave, I am there for their pleasures and so they needed to negotiate my services. Usually, I am nude at home and am there for sexual uses. This being college kids, He wanted me dressed. Or at least covered up! I was still expected to serve them drinks and clean up, but not really sure if i was needed for anything else. Making it clear that there will be no sexual use of the slave!

Beefcake Galore

Now imagine, Four college-aged, athletic, and well-toned men just lounging around the patio to study! I certainly did!! They came wearing shorts and tank tops, but in the desert sun, the tank tops were gone really quick! So yes, i was really enjoying the view.

I was allowed to wear a poolside Kimono, but not tied tightly. So there were plenty of hints that i was naked under it. But nothing really showed. I addressed them as Sir and mam. Kathy, the single female in the group quickly had me call her “Kathy” and we chatted often when they were in a break or trying to think of a solution to a problem.

When not needed i stayed out of sight, usually in the kitchen or dining room that had a view of the covered patio where they were all doing their thing. So they were never really out of my sight.

Kathy fit in with the group and i could see they respected her for her intelligence, not just her youthful beauty. She was probably 5’10. thin, leggy. She was really all legs! and a beautiful smile that was framed by her long curly black hair that went past her shoulders. She had that bookworm look with glasses and a small set of boobs she didn’t need to hide. Her t-shirt showed she had firm, pointy tits. I always loved her smile.

Master-Sir would join them occasionally to see what they were studying or talking about. He always loves to talk business!

They all came inside for pizza lunch. Sitting around the dinner table, the talk was all over the place. School, dating, internships, grades,… They were are all pretty good friends online and this really helped them connect better. Something they were just starting to do when the University closed and everything went online.

Although Kathy was a very beautiful lady, the men never went “there”. They kept everything, even the fun stuff, fun. never sleazy or sexual. They seemed to enjoy her being there and for what she added to the group. I saw a couple of the men stare a little longer and smile at her. But nothing was ever said that wasn’t appropriate. After lunch, they decided to call it a day. To celebrate, it was decided to spend some time in the recently cleaned pool!

That caused Kathy to have a little issue she wasn’t ready for. the men had brought bathing suits. Two of them were on the swim team. Kathy did not remember getting any memo about bathing suits and she panicked. She had what she wore and she knew it would all be sheer when wet. So she opted out of the pool and said she needed to get back home.

I had to stop her, she was a beautiful lady who I came to enjoy having there. I knew the men had a great time with her and treated her like one of the team. I had seen the Son in several other situations where He always treated the females of the group appropriately and I knew He would never do anything to offend her. The other men I just assumed by association that they would also respect her as an equal.

Being young and pretty, i knew this had to put her in a bad spot. She wants to be appreciated for her brains as well as her beauty. at the same time, what woman doesn’t like to be noticed by the men? But there is also a time when you don’t want that. This was one of those moments. She wants the guys to like her for what she brings to the group, not because they saw her tits! Yet, she knows some men don’t like small tits. Do they?

I assured her, knowing the Son, she would be in safe hands. He would not be too hard on her. He would respect her. wet t-shirt or topless. I asked her to join them for the fun. She held my hands, looked into my eyes to see i was serious. Master-Sir stepped out of His office hearing us talk. He made her a promise she would be safe from harassment and she would be respected. The men showed no reason to think otherwise and he would not allow them to think otherwise! He agreed, she would be ok topless or wet -t-shirt. In any case, her being part of the group would mean a lot to them, not just her.

She thanked us, turned around, and headed outside to the pool. I followed to the patio door to see what she did. she shed her t-shirt and glasses at the kitchen table and went straight for the pool, diving in headfirst. The guys all cheered when she came up for air and they saw she was topless!

I know they enjoyed the view, but as we had suspected, they were the gentlemen we knew they would be. They never once made any sexual remarks, made any advancements on her. They remained as just a small group of friends getting together to study and relax.

After a few hours playing in the pool and sunbathing on the deck, they all finished up, dried off, dressed, and went home. Scheduling their next online meetup and maybe another pool time meet-up as well. She sent me an email afterward thanking me for the “pep-talk” Noting that maybe not all men are pigs!

No, Kathy, they are not. Some men even become really fine Masters. But I didn’t say that to her!

Facing my Stalker Again

October 6, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

If you are wondering, maybe you are not, but I have been absent from life for awhile now. Popping on the forums occasionally to say “hello” but not much else. My Owner, thankfully, has had me on a very short leash, literally, lately. Because He knows I needed to be on a even shorter leash.

Last week, we went to Utah to face my stalker and to say a few words to the court about my ordeal, in hopes it helps the case against Him for doing other sick and demented thigs to another woman who He was being charged with stalking and worse.

Earlier this year, Master-Sir had me stop my journal and almost erased me from the Internet because a man had been stalking me based on what I wrote here and on Fetlife. Making my life a true living Hell.

In Nevada, the laws are not as strict as they are in Utah and when the man was finally arrested, he was stalking another women there and getting violently physical with her. He was never physical with me. The worst for me was when he appeared at my place of employment and tried to force his ay past security at the front desk. Las Vegas resort security don’t play those games!

He moved on to Utah for fresh victims. They think he was stalking three to five other women. This one fought back and finally got him arrested. His trial(s) are happening now and I was asked to testify to his behavior.

The Drive

Master-Sir literally had the collar and leash on me the entire drive. He drove. He put a large butt plug in me for the ride so my mind was always on that and not on what i was about to do. He would stop at rest areas or truck pullovers and lead me to a grassy area to have me pee there like the other dogs (bitches). Not in the public rest area bathrooms.

On the longer, boring stretches, I was kept occupied by listening to the radio while I had His cock in my mouth. Not sucking or licking, but just there to hold it. In case He needed to use my mouth for anything or not. He just told me to stay there with Him in it. It did help keep my mind occupied. Thinking about all the other times I was being used while driving or on other trips where my mouth was used for various uses. Mostly blowjobs for truckers or His urinal so we didn’t have to stop very often.

I thought about my late slave sister and all things her Owner used her mouth for and thought how lucky I was that my Owner was as creative, just not as sadistic as hers was!

He would ask me if I felt the butt plug and to answer I had to reach under me0 and feel it, causing me to moan. He would make a little noise, like a little laugh. Knowing I was not liking it but enjoyed the feel at the same time. Finally before our final stop, His cock started to grow and I was allowed to suck His cock as it got larger and to enjoy my reward as He filled my mouth with His juices. Not knowing as I was enjoying sucking His cock, He had stopped at a pullover to really enjoy my services.

Once I had cleaned Him up, He told me to get dressed. That’s when I realized we had stopped. My clothes were in the backseat and He made me get out of the car to get dressed. That’s when I realized others were pulled over as well. The honking of the truck horns gave me a smile and I waved as I quickly got back into the car.

That Night

At the hotel, I was allowed to stay dressed as the State team of people prosecuting my stalker came to our suite to go over what may happen in the morning. Apparently the judge has been differing on who and what can be said or admitted for evidence. So they were not sure what I would be doing. May be addressing the court or maybe even sworn in and cross examined.

The fact that they had Him on several charges, there was a good possibility that he would be serving many years in jail. If it went right, he would be facing life plus a few decades.

Master-Sir never let me go too far from His side the entire trip. During the talks, He was next to me, holding my hand or hugging me. Assuring me i was doing the right thing. They already had one witness backed out. I assured them I wasn’t going to do that. I needed to get my life back.

That night, Master-Sir held me the entire night in bed. Never using me, just holding me and talking to me. I wasn’t giving much back, I know that and yet, He still held me and never made me do anything. I needed that. I needed to know I was Owned and that He was there to care for me. He was.

Breakfast was room service and Master-Sir hand-fed me as He talked to me. Even telling me what to wear. I had brought one outfit and so I knew what I was going to wear. But to hear my owner tell me what He expected me to wear, just felt right. I needed that control.

I needed that assurance He was in charge. Being a slave who had no human privilege’s like eating at a table or drinking from a glass, kept me from going crazy. I was kept in my slave mind. My Owner kept me focused. Even getting into the car, I was reminded, top-down, ass bare to the seat. Thank You Master-Sir.

Arriving at the courthouse, it all seemed so much better. My mood was happier, I was not worried, scared, or too overly nervous. They had me in a room with a video camera. I could see the courtroom, but I wasn’t in the same room as He was. I was on camera, facing the judge. On the monitors, I could see his attorney. No jury.

Reliving the Nightmare

I have read how sometimes these things can be a train wreck. The person having to relive the events as two opposing parties ask questions of personal nature will sometimes breakdown and become unstable. Ruining her testimony. Thankfully my experiences with this creature were all verbal or written threats. Never physical. More emotional and psychological. So as they questioned me, as I walked down that road, it all comes out in the real world. To say it out loud, to see this creature react to my words, my not so emotional body language. It was all so cathartic.

As the words came out, as I relived those scary moments and terrifying mind games he was playing, i felt this enormous weight going away with each event I described in detail. I never cried. I had tears, but nothing that would show weakness. Master-Sir was close to me and I could see His smile from the corner of my eye.

Seeing him in that chair, in his rented suit. His half-smile, that evil smile, as they went over what he did to me or what he did to find me, hunt me down and to come to my place of employment. He was reliving them as i was.

I thought about the fact that he will have those memories of stalking me, those words he wrote of what he wanted to do to me if we were to be together. All those things that he never got to act out in those words. They were only words, and fantasy never fulfilled. They will remain fantasies, nothing more for the rest of his life. his life has essentially ended while my slave life keeps getting better.

During part of the questioning, they brought up some things from other cases pending against him and the judge shut them down quickly. But it gave me an insight to what all was happening and I knew I was doing the right thing, that this was helping keep this predator off the streets.

The End?

Once I was told I was finished, the camera and the monitors went blank. I collapsed into my Owner’s arms and then knelt at His side as He hugged me. it was such a natural response. Me being at His feet made me feel safe and to feel happy. The court people in the room with us, all congratulated me on my testimony and thanked me for being brave and for coming through for them and for “her” the lady who started this all.

As we drove away from the courthouse, Master-Sir asked how I felt? I felt like i didn’t do enough. I could have went deeper into my responses. I was doing as I was told. To just answer the questions as they were asked. Do not add anything to the answers not in the questions. But I wanted to say more. Master-Sir assured me I did enough and that “This” was no over.

Somewhere between the courthouse and the restaurant, Master-Sir took me for lunch, I got a butt plug back in my ass. I don’t remember stopping for that or even being told to wear one. But I sure felt it when I sat down!

Someone from the State, a lady who works with domestic abuse, I think, joined us for lunch. Going over everything that happened so far. Letting me know that what I did helped.

The funny thing was that as we sat in that restaurant eating and talking, I was not thinking about the trial, the testimony, or anything else about why we were there. I was thinking how nice this lady was and how she seemed to give off a little submissive vibe as she would politely stop to listen to my owner’s response. or how she let Him decide the meal she was wanting to order. I was looking at her and imagining her naked, kneeling beside me, as we served my Owner!

My Response to Real Life to Fantasy Life

October 3, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Recently on Fetlife, A nice man sent me a message that talked about my blog here as well as what I post on Fetlife and Humbled Females. He stated that “your capacity to go “beyond” gives a similar consent a rather different outcome, which is my terms is almost a fantasy world.”

He went on to talk about consenting to nonconsenting. Meaning once I gave my owner consent to use me, He never needed to ask again. “Congratulations to your owner (and to your pre-consented self) for achieving such a status quo. I think it must be rare.”

Yes, I realize that being a 100% owned slave and living what was once a dream of mine, is a rare occurrence. I have met only a handful of other women who really lived the slave lifestyle 24/7/365 as I do.

Please do not read that as bragging. This is not an easy feat for the Owner or the slave. As well, I am unable to have children. So it is a little easier for me, then most other women, to dedicate all my energy into serving one person with 100% of my energy and focus.

So reading His letter and then crafting a rather lengthy response to Him, I decided to bring that response over here where I could get a little more indepth. I also wanted your feedback on what I wrote.

My Response Expanded

Thank you so very much for that letter, Sir.
You have an interesting question that I think others have tried to ask me but they never had the wording so right as you have.

I do believe for them, it is more the built-in desire to not offend a female when talking about submission. Many men have it beat into them by the feminist BS, that they have to be so nice in the wording. I like it when you can ask a question point-blank! I can take it!

Please let me explain.
When I met my Owner, the one thing that we seemed to really click on together is the desire to see how far we could take our desires. How fulfilled we could be on our roles as Master and slave while not stepping out of our comfort zones too much at one time. To find out where we draw the line and say “That’s enough, I need to stop!””

Master-Sir never wanted the whips and chains, the cages, and the leather outfits of all the Master/slaves we see online. He simply wanted to live His life in the easiest way possible. If He were to have a slave, she would be required to fit into His life, not have Him fit into hers. He firmly stated that feeling on the first night. That as His slave, I would live in His world and conform to making His life easier. Nothing in there was about me, it was all about Him.

For me, after a lifetime of failed slave or submissive dates, and M/s living situations, I just wanted to be that one slave who made her one Master’s life easy and simple, stress-free. More importantly, I wanted to make His life more successful. I wanted to see if I could really do it full time.

I wanted to see where my Owner could push me. Did I really have limits and where are they? Beyond being kept safe sane and free from permanent damage! I wanted to live life according to a man I could trust like no other.

My Owner has been able to take away all the fears I ever had in the beginning. I mean, He really took away the fears of being left on the roadside after He met a more beautiful woman (I had that happen way too many times). He would not send me out to “earn” my keep on the streets (Never put me in harm’s way of getting a disease or being beaten up or arrested). He would not let people harm me.

He proved many times that He would stand to defend me against anyone, and that has included Him severing an almost life long friendship with a man who belittled me in front of Him. He told me (taught me?) the fine line between harm and hurt. He would hurt me ( cause me pain) but never harm me (endanger me or leave permanent scars). I liked that.

As a woman of “plus” size, I have had my share of being physically and phycological abused, being abandoned and being made fun of. I know what hurt is and I know what harm is. I never wanted any of that anymore, Yet I wanted to find one man to serve without question. I had that dream. To find my own Unicorn Master!

My Own Universe

The “Universe” you speak about, came from a well-defined point and is funny how Dominant Men read it and how submissive women read it.

Most people I talk with agree that in almost all relationships, we are open and happy and loving, but yet there is that one part of us we bury and keep hidden. Because we know that there is a chance this relationship will end and we will be looking for that exit. So for protection, we don’t open all the way up, no matter what.

So there is always that one little part of us we keep hidden. Not telling everyone everything. Somewhere in the relationship, we subconcisely make a plan or at least look at having an exit plan. We may not need it, but we always want to know where it is and what it is.

In my journal, I talk about the moment that all went away from me. The moment I knew I was always going to be here, be His property forever.

I knew that I was more than His slave, that I was His property. But it wasn’t until that moment that I knew for certain that I was Owned by HIM, lock, stock, and handcuff keys, is what He likes to say!

It happened when we were living in Phoenix, I think I was His slave for a year or so when it occurred. I would have to look back in the journal for the exact date. But I remember the moment.

We were out with a friend of His who was visiting the town. After lunch, we were walking outside in a park. The friend made a comment about me being this wonderful obedient slave. He also liked my large breasts that He kept staring at my cleavage all during the meal.

In the public park, Master-Sir had me face them and told me to open my top and show His friend my big saggy breasts. I paused just a moment to make sure nobody was looking before I complied with His command.

Master-Sir slapped me harder than He had ever slapped me before. Telling me that I needed to only worry about obeying His command. That as my Owner, He was the one responsible for making sure I was safe from harm, like other people seeing me, having children be exposed, etc… He had already done that before He issued the command, so I needed to obey immediately.

I live in His world, not the real world around us. All I needed to worry about was if I was pleasing Him. Nobody else in the world matter at the moment that He tells His slave to do something. Why? Because He already made sure that I was safe in performing that command before He issued that command. He, not them, the outside world, matters to the property, the slave.

In essence, I needed to trust my Owner 1000%. He was so right. At that moment, that slap, so many things went through my head. And trusting Him is the biggest thing. This was truly the one man I could finally trust with my life and all I had to do was to obey Him.

Opening my blouse at that moment and proudly showing this friend my big saggy breasts because my Owner told me to; doing so in the open daylight of a public park without fear of being arrested, exposing families to our world or anything else, was the biggest mind shift in my entire life.

That one moment made me know and feel that I was truly Owned and that I was His for life.

By that point in our relationship, He had proven to me that I could trust Him with my life. That I was not going to be abandoned on the side of the road for some hottie He met at work. I was not going to be found dead and buried in a 55-gallon drum by my relatives. I was not in any harm or danger because that’s not what my Owner does with the things He owns and cares for. I was one of those things He proudly owned wanted to display.

Yet, in a small way, that pause was me making sure I was safe from harm. In some ways, i guess it was me being human and worried that He may have made the command without making sure i was safe. he was just being a male with raging hormones wanting to show off His latest possession. I was looking for that exit.

I think that’s when my life went from the real-world to a fantasy coming to life world.. I wanted to be Owned and now when I say that I am Owned, that is what I am.. I am Owned. This is my dream on steroids. Never before in my life could I have imagined enjoying being used as He uses me and loving every single minute of it.

Not worrying about what others think about is something I never knew existed. Now I get to live that feeling of freedom every single day!

Unfortunately, not many people can understand it. They are where I was and living the normal world with the normal fears of being abused or abandoned, so they have little walls up and they keep part of themselves hidden away and not talked about with others.

There is not one part of my life my Owner does not know about. and that is another story for another time! Because He really wanted to know what He was getting when He became my Owner. The greatest part of our relationship is the fact that I can trust in Him and we have this open and constant communication that builds on that trust.

Yes, I am owned. I live to please one person and one person only. Everything I say, do or respond to, is aimed at making sure I please that one person. Nobody else. I mean Nobody else matters more than He does in my life.

I hope that helps answer your questions.

Sorry for the long letter. You asked a wonderful question and I thought it needed a well-written response!

Thank You

It’s Not Age, Its Humiliation

September 18, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

For those of you who are new to my blog(s), I like to remind you that there was a time when, especially for school children, bullying was just part of your life experiences. Something you just dealt with because it was a “rite of passage”

For a girl who did not fit the picture-perfect size of the other girls, there was plenty of humiliation to endure and it could often be traumatic. My best girlfriend growing up could not handle it and in her first year in college, she decided it was better for all if she just did not exist anymore. Sad, but understandable. I miss her every day.

So when I started to explore my desires to be a slave and to be owned, I knew that the use of humiliation of any kind towards me was Absolutely Off Limits. it was my “RED” in Big Bold capital letters. Any public exhibition? Same thing. Oh Hell NO!

Than I Met My Owner

My Owner changed all that for me. He taught me to trust in Him, to let Him show me the other side of the coin, and in doing so, I found humiliation in certain cases and handled in a certain way can be a HUGE erotic turn on for me as much as it could be for the person who is directing it. When it is used with trust and with love, it can be so wonderful! Certain things are still off-limits. But it’s still a fun road to be led down as a slave with an Owner who has a devious mind with plenty of patience and creative thoughts and ideas on best how to use His property for His exploitation.

So my last post was with an eighteen-year-old, actually, He turns nineteen in a week or so. He and His family are friends of ours. He is a lucky young man who gets to use me for blowjobs, anal fucks, and other sexual things. I will admit that it is humiliating to be punished by someone half my age.

Now, some of the feedback that I received on that post was fun and entertaining. As always, there are a few of you who see it differently. Some people had an issue with the age. He was half my age. A “boy” and I was ruining Him. Really? That’s Debatable.

Since He has discovered me, my submission, we have also enjoyed our long private chats where just about anything has been discussed. He has learned to have more confidence in His manhood. Our relationship has helped build His self-confidence and that has helped Him get more dates with women He thought was not available to Him. That has led to more sexual encounters with girls His age since we started to talk then anytime before. He also now enjoys the search, the hunt for a respectable woman to date, to have as a friend, and to hang out with. Before us, He just wanted to date a female, nothing more. Now He wants to try for bigger and better things.

He now knows how to enjoy being in a romantic relationship, to be patient and considerate of her as they date. He’s not like the other kids he knows who are hungry for that score. To find a girl their age and have sex. You know the story of youthful lust! We have all been there I am sure!

On the flip side, He has me. He gets to be rough with me, gets His rough edges, impatience over some issue, He gets to work that out with me, not her. Using me for those times he wants to be rough or not play the game. he just wants His cock sucked or a pussy to fuck. he has me. No working for it, no pleading, no playing the game. Just command I am here to obey.

Now, as He dates and experiences these new feelings and situations, He asks questions and gets to try it out on a body that can handle some rough trials and errors. He gets to try new things He has seen or learned about. I am His experimental body to work it all out and not worry about hurting feelings or being made a fool of if He fails to make it work.

Last fall, I even took Him shopping for some nice school clothes and after bending me over in the parking lot and fucking my ass, He made some comments about how it was so strange to be turned on shopping for clothes with a woman almost the same age as His mother. (Not what I wanted to hear)

He’s not supposed to find clothes shopping with an old lady, sexy in any shape or form. But knowing I will do as He tells me to do in public was a huge turn-on for Him.

In previous shopping trips with Mother or other women, he could never tell her what He told me while shopping. He can’t talk to them like he did me. Knowing He could fuck me whenever he wanted to or get a blowjob by just telling me to suck it. No comments, no questions. All makes boring errands into exciting, erotic errands!

You want me to carry the bags? I will. want me to open my legs so you can feel my pussy while sitting in the food court? i will do it. Want me to stand there and not move while you shop? Yes, Sir.

Again, for me, I was doing all these things with someone who is just learning to shave! Well, not THAT young, but you get what I’m saying. He knows if there is a problem with my service, He will tell my Owner and I will be punished. This is Pure Public Humiliation for me. When I say that I get really wet when this happens, I really do and I hate myself for it. but it’s my body overriding my mind..

But Wait, There’s More!

I have never been able to have children so I never had that urge or any kind of parent-related issues. But when you are a female who is overweight, has some saggy tits with no bra and no panties and you are to follow and obey a man who is half your age, who can at any time, use you for whatever He has the mind to use you for, let me just say that can create some serious scenes of public humiliation!

I have to obey and let someone half my age tell ME how He will use me for sex? And I have to obey, no questions. Yea, I get wet just thinking about that. It helps that He is now very well dressed compared to when I first met Him. He is certainly getting more confident every time we meet. I have helped Him learn to dress better for His size and that gets to be a turn on. I get to hear about how He had sex with a girl or how they went out on a date and she complimented Him on how He looked and behaved compared to other men His age she has dated. Something that never happened to Him before.

He knows He can talk to me about anything and if turns sexual, no problem, He can just tell me how he wants to use me to “fix it”. And I will happily obey Him.

Slave benefits

To know that I can make an eighteen-year-old man get a rock hard erection is also a huge turn-on for me! The fact that being young also means he can fuck my holes several times in one day and still have the energy to go out on a date and have sex with her. Hot!

He also knows I get frustrated and get wet when he tells me “NO”. When He tells me he wants to fuck me then pulls out as He cums and I can only lick up what I was hoping to swallow. He has even refused a blowjob just to see what would happen. Teasing, torment, and humiliation from a kid just out of high school!

There is a huge sexual humiliation to the fact that I am naked as I open the door, take the pizza as he hands it to me while unbuckling his pants because He knows I am kneeling there to suck His cock. There is no tease, it’s a sure thing that His cock will get sucked by me because i am told that’s what I am to do. No negotiation, no questions. Since day one, my Owner has told me that my holes, especially my mouth was part of the delivery man’s tip!

And if there are any complaints to my Owner, I am properly punished. So I know that I need to please them. Eighteen, thirty, seventy? doesn’t matter. if they are making a delivery, I will be sucking their cock no matter the size, shape or color. For the record, only one or two delivery men have ever declined my offer in all the years.

When most people go on YouTube and see the “I flashed the delivery guy” videos, they leave all those comments about wishing they delivered pizza. Master-Sir and I always laugh. flash? That’s it? Amateurs! Deliver here and you get a blowjob you will tell your friends about. if you are really nice, you get to fuck a tight or sloppy hole.

Being a well-trained slave, I have no right to say “no” to who gets to use me. I am over 50 years old and my body shows years of just being a naked fluffy slave. It’s not a sexy thing, it’s not pretty, especially to a teenage boy becoming a man. It never has been. but my Owner uses that to His advantage. Humiliating me is now a turn on. Having me obey men of all ages is humbling as it is sexually arousing for them and for Him.

Its My Life and I enjoy living the dream He has created for me to live out!

Did I make sense?

Your Thoughts?

Friday Night Punishment

September 12, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Last Friday Night, Master-Sir had me order some sandwiches and snacks from our friend’s pub. Something we haven’t done for a long while. As I called and talked to the wife, I had realized a major error on my part. I nor Master-Sir had really checked in on our friends in a long time. beyond visiting their family-owned business, we haven’t talked with any of them at all.

For newbies here, there is a local pub/restaurant here that is family-owned. The husband or His top employee would always deliver the pizza or whatever we ordered for the parties and I would give him a blow job as well as a cash tip. That eventually led to having His eldest son to being our almost exclusive delivery man.

The son is a nice kid. But like me, has some weight issues and so growing up, He has had some serious self-confidence issues. Not only would I suck His cock when he delivered, but other times, we would sit and just talk about life, sharing the trials and tribulations of growing up being overweight. I would offer my tips, from a female perspective, on gaining your self-confidence (especially when dealing with women), self-encouragement, and ideas that could help Him try to be the bigger man..

This year, with him nearing graduation and moving on to college, they started him on a split class schedule. Meaning most school days he spends part of the time doing His high school senior class stuff, then spends the last part of the day doing College prep work.

He was going to go to the university here for a major in business management. Then He changed that to a two-year degree when He and His advisor realized that growing up in the family business, He was probably going to be smarter than some of his teachers. And some of the classes for the four-year degree would not be of any benefit to Him.

Family Business

The parents are a wonderful couple we have become really good friends with. I mean ‘really’ good friends. Happily married since their college days. But when the wife discovered my submission, our relationship changed. She had a secret fantasy for a long time ot be a slave toher husband. Then she met a real slave and fantasy got real again.

In talking with her, I learned that she feared it was not possible this late in life and with a family?? Then you add the business into it, she cried a few days over that. However, I like to report that after a lot of talking and analyzing their world, we found a way for them to explore their hidden fantasy.

The husband has confided in my Owner several times, telling Him that this new relationship has probably saved the business and has made their marriage a lot stronger. In their new dynamic, He is The Boss and she is the loving, obedient wife. And together, they have been able to survive this COVID mess and still keep the business and their marriage.

So I guess I do need to keep talking more with them and even write more about them now that the old blog is gone!

For an update.

She knew from the beginning that I was giving her husband blowjobs as part of the tip. No problems because they have tried to be swingers, but it didn’t work out. So an occasional blowjob from a fluffy old lady? Go for it, sweetheart! Blowjob for an eighteen-year-old son? She tried to play the dumb mother and never asked about it. But she knew. She was able to let it go, just let Him enjoy the life experience..

In talking to her, I knew she had issues with it, but she also saw how her son started to change after each delivery to our house. She told me He always needed help with getting His self-confidence up with women. For whatever reason she noticed the positive change in Him once He started to deliver pizzas to our place! It works.

My Young Friend Has a Request

For this order, the wife said the son will deliver and she also asked if my Master could help Him with a little school/classroom project He had? Master-Sir agreed. So it was arranged that we would be His last delivery for the night. So no need to hurry after making the delivery. As she put it, “Keep Him as long as you need to get His project done”.

He needed to ask someone in business, just not the family business, some questions about real-world marketing and something about management. I had to smile. My Owner loves to talk shop like that and this just made Him very happy to be asked!

So just before the food arrived, Master-sir called me into His office. On a shelf, off to the side was a small plate and a glass from yesterday,. I should have caught that yesterday when I cleaned or tried to clean. When He pointed it out to me, I knew I was in trouble. Master-Sir from the first night i met Him, He and His friends warned me that He is really anal about His home always being clean and everything in its proper place. The house needs to be clean and organized the night before so we wake up to a new day and move forward. Last night I failed.

I apologized and said that would accept my punishment ( I always do) just as I heard the doorbell ring. ( I was saved!) I smiled knowing I was safe for now!

The eldest son and the one who now almost runs the entire restaurant himself most nights – was at the door. For various reasons, I named Him my “young Friend” I gave Him His first blowjob as an adult when he turned 18 (minus one or two years)and He has enjoyed learning sex from me ever since. Yes, I am very proud of that fact and like to mention it whenever I can!

I also smile thinking if only His lady friends really knew where He was learning it all from!!

Normally He delivers when we have friends over, so I take the food to the kitchen, then take Him to another room and suck His cock or let Him fuck me if He desires. Usually its a blowjob, then He leaves. This was different. I led Him into the dining room as I put the sandwiches in the kitchen.

There were three sandwiches and snacks, so I figured he must have brought one for Himself since they were going to talk. I brought the food and the drinks out as Master-Sir joined Him at the table. Having never joined us for a meal before, he was a little unsure how this worked as I sat on the floor between them. Master-Sir sensed His uneasiness and showed Him how to feed me from His plate. Doing this, I saw his already hard cock jump a little more in his shorts.

Again, He normally gets His blowjob right after the delivery. This time, Master-Sir was hungry, so we ate first, then He will get His tip, then they will talk. I was shocked, Master-Sir was hungry enough that he forgot, or I thought He forgot, that I needed to be punished.

Five minutes after they started to eat, they were talking when Master-Sir remembered my punishment. He smiled, then looked at me then to my young friend. Master-Sir offered to show Him how to properly punish a slave, or maybe a wayward future wife? He smiled at my Owner and agreed to the plan. I peered over to my Young Friend and saw that His cock gave another little rise in His shorts.

The rest of the meal was kind of a blur to me. I was trying to think about how this would go. My punishment, being naked and tied to a post. His watching and maybe even doing it. Shock Him? Disgust Him? Enjoy the show? How would he handle it? After eating, as I cleaned up, they went to the garage so Master-Sir could step Him thru the event. Show Him the post as well as the punishment tools.

when I walked in and knelt on the floor beside the post, i was uneasy, nervous, shaking a little at not knowing what was to happen. As they talked. Master Sir told Him that normally when the slave is punished, there is no sex afterward. it is punishment, not pleasure. So it’s up to Him, does He want the tip from the slave now or afterward? Do you want to use the slave now or after He punishes me?

He decided afterward. Master-Sir smiled as I was told to assume my position on the post. As Master-Sir strapped my hands in place above my head on the post, then had me step away from it so that my Ass was sticking out more. He was talking to my Young friend. Telling Him how, why, and what works best for the best effect, the most lasting pain.

He had some questions about punishment, sex, and such. He admitted to watching some BDSM movies online and actually liked watching the floggings. He just never knew if He could do it. I reminded him that I have plenty of ass to hit so no worry about doing damage!

The Moment

Master-Sir ignored any questions as to why I was being punished, just that I violated a very easy and very important rule. and no matter what, the slave needs to be punished.

Finally, they were ready. Master-Sir stood in front of me, holding the wooden paddle. This one is heavy and thick, it does not bend. it is used ONLY for punishment. As He held it for me to see it, He asked me why I needed to be punished? In aloud voice for both to hear, I explained why I was being punished. “I failed my owner. I am being punished for not keeping the house cleaned as I was trained.”

By this time, I already had tears in my eyes and i was apologizing for failing Him. He stepped behind me and had my young friend stand next to Him. They both were touching my ass as he told Him how to hit the ass and where to stand. How to wait for “the slave to respond as she was trained” meaning I will count the blows and apologize for failing my Owner.

Master-Sir laughed a little when He explained I was crying before the first swat and yet i had wetness down the inside of my leg.

I hear Him hand the paddle over to my young friend who commented on its weight and thickness. “Trust me, it hurts her worse than it hurts you!” Master-Sir told Him.

I could see Master-Sir from the corner of my eye, He was standing to my side and was watching as the virgin paddler lost His punishment cherry! Let me say that He had a mean swing that landed as it was meant to land in the center of my ass. making me jump a little more than usual. I counted “one” then apologized for failing my owner. I waited for the next. If this was “one” and he had 19 more, knowing His abilities, I knew each one was going to be that hard or worse. i was trying to prepare for the worst!

Master-Sir told Him to keep it up, don’t wait too long between swings and to make sure the slave does as she is supposed to (count out loud and apologize). if not, we start back at one!

At fifteen, I asked for a pause, not calling yellow, just a moment to get my breath and my balance. As I feared, He was still going strong! He resumed. Twenty was a tough one and I lost my balance on that one. I wanted to kneel but knew I needed to wait. I thanked Him and He even wiped the tears away.. I saw that He was smiling.

Seeing his cock was just about to rip out of His shorts, I smiled between the tears and asked if he plans to fuck me now? Telling Him that it will hurt for me but I was told men like to feel the heat on my ass after a beating? He looked at my owner in question. My Owner told Him i was right. Fucking a well beat ass is one that causes her pain but the pleasures for Him would be so worth the pain. He smiled “Really?”. Master-Sir smiled at the question, then excused Himself from the room. Reminding my young friend to not forget to unhook me and make sure that I clean everything up afterward.

I was having difficulty standing with my legs wobbling and my ass was still on fire. But to know He was wanting to fuck me like that! i made the effort to stay in place!! He unhooked me to get me into a better position. Doggie Style. Yes!

It was so worth the effort as I watched Him strip out of his clothes and to see that young, hard cock standing taller than i had ever seen it before. His smile was as huge as He went behind me and lined Himself up.

Feeling that cock at the edge of my wet pussy was heaven. I was wanting to feel that inside me no matter the pain. As it slipped in, I moaned. That feeling was short-lived as He pushed Himself into me full weight. Felling His cock inside me was heaven, but feeling the weight of Him and His pelvis hitting my sore, red ass, sent me into the orbit of pain. I know I screamed at the feeling.

I’m so glad His head was behind me because I know i screamed loud each time he pushed Himself into me and his body met my burning ass. When I did scream, I felt His cock inside me twitch a little more. “Thank You, Sir” was all I said. Well, that and a loud “OUCH” As I felt him pull almost out and push back in all the way and with His full weight.

I screamed each time followed frequently by a “Thank You Sir”. Until I felt the pulse and the last shove before He unloaded His cum inside my sloppy and wet pussy.

As he held himself inside me and the burning pain increased, I felt Him unlock the cuffs as we pulled apart and rolled on the floor. His cock was still standing tall and covered in our juices. My mouth watered as I saw my treat. Swallowing his cock as He tried to finger my pussy. Feeling my ass he told me it was cooling down.

Feeling Him in me, tasting the juices. I licked what I could before thanking Him for the punishment as well as the reward. That huge smile on His face told me everything i needed to know. When he stopped smiling, He told me “That Was Amazing”. The beating, the warm ass, and the fucking afterward were all a new high for Him.

He asked what it as like for me. I was honest in saying that He was better then i was expecting and that the fuck afterward was awesome. Knowing it was not supposed to be, I was being punished. But once in a while, you need to change things around for the benefit of the Master (Him). The pain was also very pleasurable because it made His cock so much harder. so I enjoyed the benefit from the pain.

Returning to the house, He and my Owner sat in the office for another two hours talking business. i sat on the floor near my Owner and leaned on His leg often. Not saying anything. Getting them refreshments whenever they needed them. Finally, before leaving, my Young friend needed one more treat. He wanted his usual blowjob.

I was happy to be used one more time for His pleasures. His cock wasn’t as hard as it was last time (smiles) but it was still a wonderful thing to put in my mouth and suck on! He came fast and tasted wonderful.

After He left and I finished my evening chores, my Owner even fucked me in my pussy before we curled up in each others arms and fell asleep!

I was a happy, well-punished and loved slave.

Master-Sir Rules for caring of His slave

September 6, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

This is actually an update from an older post about what happens when Master-Sir leaves me at home. Like when He traveled for work and for pleasures. In those instances, he tries to have someone check-in on His slave daily r even allow them to stay here overnight. not that I need to be watched over for any particular reason other than I am His slave and as His property, He wants to make sure I am safe and protected.

So when he was on the road for work or off vacationing with His girlfriend, Master-Sir would invite one of His friends to check in on me every day, to make sure I was obeying Him and if I needed anything. They could, if they desired, spend the night here and use me for their pleasures.

It used to be Master Jerry, His friend and business associate, who would almost always be the first to volunteer. Second runner up was usually Jason. Each time we left for the airport, Master-Sir would leave them a note with some updates on things He needed them to do or asked them to do around the house. as well as reminding them of the “Rules for Using the Slave”.

With permission, I copied them below:

Thank you for agreeing to care for my slave this weekend.

Before you take her leash, I just wanted to give you some guidelines to help you take better care of my slave while I’m gone. Bitch-Slave is my pet, she is my pride and joy and I want to keep her healthy and safe while making sure she serves you like I know she will.

Yes, she is my slave and I expect you to treat her as such. Respect her as my slave, but please use her as your own. Ok?

During your time caring for her, you are welcomed at my Home. What is mine is yours. For my slave’s safety and comfort, she will spend the nights at my home. You can take her anywhere you want, but she sleeps here. You are welcomed to sleep in my bedroom. I had my slave change the sheets and told her to organize it for you.
Do not leave the house while the slave is in bondage or locked in her room.
You have free use of all her holes. Use them as often as possible (condoms are a must for two of her holes).
No water sports of any kind.
No public nudity or exhibition.
The slave can not miss or be late for her work.
The slave will need 8 hours of sleep per night.
Do not let the slave on the furniture if possible. Some exceptions are expected.
As her Master, please do not do anything yourself that can be done by your slave. Use her wisely for your pleasures, relax, and enjoy the weekend!
The slave may not be loaned to others for sex or domestic duties that have not already been approved by me. You know the regulars!
Her slave status will not be disclosed to anyone not familiar to me or to her.
She will be returned to me in the same shape and condition that you got her as.
Bruising from any rough play or needed punishment is acceptable and appreciated.
Always remember the slave is there for YOUR pleasures, not for hers. Enjoy!

I loved it when Master-Jerry was in charge of me. He would spend the night here and let me sleep with Him. He would want to call our friends Jason and Frank to see if they could come over sometime during the weekend to use me or to watch sports with Him. They did as often as possible. They used me for rough sex as well as watched their sports as I served them drinks and snacks as usual. They loved the extra attention I could give them when it was just them here.

Master-Jerry seemed to enjoy how He would often send me an email during work outlining what He wanted for meals, snacks and to drink. Things I would need to get before I arrived home that night. He liked not having to think too much after a day at His office. he knew what he wanted and it was done for Him.

Master Jerry, like others, appreciated the rules being printed out. they were not all used to having a slave at their calling. One they could use as they wanted to without the feeling of guilt or shame. They would ask a few times f I was ok being used like they were wanting to use me. Or if I was ok, being naked and fucked rough or if they felt I wanted it soft and gentle. We would have a few talks the first night on how they didn’t have to worry about my feelings or my needs. i was there to serve them!

If they stayed the night, I would be allowed to sleep with them most times, other times I would stay in my own bedroom, but they always all wanted a morning blowjob in bed. I guess its some man thing or something like that. A dream for many to have a woman bring them breakfast in bed then suck their cock first thing in the morning. Most women apparently don’t do that without some sort of coercion or something! !

The other benefit that I had with them staying here is they allowed me to use the Master Bathroom for my morning shower. They could lay in bed, watch the naked fluffy chick wash her large saggy tits and shave her pussy nice and smooth for them. Occasionally they would want me to join them in the shower so i could wash them from head to cock to toes and back to their cock again. In the shower. Another men’s fantasy??

Any rule you would change??

The Slave Visits Her Doctor and More

September 5, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

It’s funny when people want to ask what they seem to think are compicated or embarassing questions about the inmtimate side of a slave’s life. as if my life is really any different then theirs.

I live with a man i love and adore. He loves me as i love Him and we go through life. Each learning and enjoying the new experiences each day affords us. Together. Is that not a normal relationship?

Then they ask me the question that makes me remember my life before meeting this wonderful man I get to call my Owner. And I realize just how well loves I am! They want to know about how my Owner handles my doctor visits? What if I have marks? What if something is wrong?

As a female, especially one with a few life long “female related” health issues, I used to hate those annual trips to the Doctors office. The impersonal way they handle the female exams and clinical talks about our most intimate parts. What’s healthy, what’s not? How are the moods, the feelings the emotions?? How is sex? Is everything ok with the relationship? Doing anything dangerous? Followed by the fingers pushing and probing in all the holes and not for pleasure, but for pure business needs.

I am HIS Property

Since becoming Owned, my views on these annual visits have changed completely. I learned early that my Owner really does take an interest in the finer things that he owns, like His slave. As His prized property, He needs to make sure that His property is always in good working order. Therefore He takes the time off from work to attend all my Doctor visits and is with me in the exam rooms to be sure I am being well looked after and that He is there to talk with my gynecologist and all the other people who seem to need to feel me, poke me and ask all those invasive questions.

Thankfully I have a very friendly and open-minded OBGYN who really likes to talk with Him and knows that we have a not exactly vanilla relationship. She has never really asked about it other then “Am I feeling safe”. Beyond that, her smile and an occasional wise crack about getting tied up with things, and she moves on with ease!

I have been in there a few times with some bruises and markings that would normally raise questions. But she is confident that our answers to the reasons I have them are legit. A couple of times we were taken to separate rooms and questioned by people in suits about our “relationship”. I get it. Safety precautions, domestic abuse cases, and such in this town, especially right now are very high. They were apparently ok with all the answers and now she just smiles and asked if I enjoyed them. Oh Hell Yes!!

This time I was a little concerned about the visit. Master-Sir has been really using my pussy more than usual and enjoying me having multiple orgasms. When not fucking my pussy, He makes me masturbate for His pleasure while watching Tv at night. As always, I am to ask permission before I am allowed to cum or I am punished. He does like to edge me a few times before letting me have one. So I am always wanting to be used.

I went from long term neglect to constant demand for sexual pleasures and play! from famine to feast in a few weeks. So much so that I am so easily turned on now. Yet fearing the day He will just cut me off again for a long time. So I am enjoying what I can when I can!! Just the thought of being used makes me wet!

My concern was with my Dr doing all these probings of my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. Feeling my saggy breasts and such has me wetter than I was hoping not to be! I was on edge after a few her probes. Fearing that if she goes a little more deeper, it could cause me to have an uncontrolled orgasm (or two) and that would not only embarrass my Owner, but it would upset my Owner to watch me have an earth-shattering orgasm without His permission!

As much as I would love to have one right now, I know the punishment would be deadly!

Thankfully, she finished feeling me before I hit that point. But getting up from the table, the wet spot on the paper was large and I blushed as she smiled at it. My legs were a bit wobbely as well. My Owner smiled at that, knowing what i was feeling.

I always love how she talks more to my Owner and sees me me as secondary. in the end, she said that I was healthy as I could be for my age!

She made a comment about how He asked some good questions about my health and my recovery from some previous surgeries. She likes that he takes that level of interest in me. as compared t others she sees who are not doing as well with this lockdown/quarantine. Domestic violence in the valley here is rising dramatically…

I love being told I am healthy and that I can look forward to serving my Owner without issue for years to come!

I love Being Owned

Getting Back to Work!

September 1, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

When I first met my Owner, He was living in Phoenix, Arizona, and running His own Pool Cleaning business. I would go out with Him occasionally when he did His VIP clients, the larger, private pools that paid a little more for more personal attention. He would do their pools while I was sent into the house to do a little cleaning or personal chores. I would be naked for this.

Most of the time we were there alone. The homeowner was off at work or out traveling somewhere. But when they were home when we were there, Master-Sir would let them know I was there not only to do a little house cleaning, but that they could use me for a blowjob or an anal fuck. Most of them were married to their secretaries or such and never were allowed to fuck them in the ass. so they really enjoyed that freebie. This helped in Master-Sir raising his rates for these VIP clients.

When not doing that, I would stay at home and do my chores there. So even being a Master/slave couple then, we did not spend a lot of days together 24/7! Now, in Las Vegas, the last month, I have been on part-time office work, three half days at most. with the rest of the days at home working with my Owner. It was fun and He used me a lot for secretary work, fucking my holes, and He liked to beat my ass for the sport of it. But we were really starting to get on each other’s nerves!!

Last week, my Boss, thankfully, decided the amount of work needed in the offices was enough to bring us all back at full time or near full time! So I am back at the resort to my four days, 8 hours a day work week!! I love it, my Owner loves it and i get an extra day for other duties my Owner may assign me to.

Most mornings, Master Chase will take me to work, fuck me then I will work my shift. After I am off work, my Owner will come to pick me up. we will go out for dinner or something then back home for work and play. A really nice arrangement. Having someone take me to my office, means I am not allowed to leave until someone comes to pick me up. This really helps keep me in slave mode, since I am not allowed a lot of freedom. having to wait for my rides from my Master’s

In both cases, I am naked or topless when being transported. They often will use me for sex “in transit”! So I am sure whoever is in the security room, will occasionally see me either getting naked before getting into the vehicle or getting out of the vehicle to get dressed to go into work. So far, nobody has said anything about it!

Being back at work more and away from my Owner for longer times has made Him want to use me more for sex than before. He is still preferring to fuck my tight ass but will mix it up with a pussy fuck and almost daily blowjobs.

Maybe not back to usual, but at least its back to work and back to a somewhat regular slave life!!

I hope you are having a wonderful week and please feel free to leave me your comments or questions!

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