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Understanding my Boss/Dom Situation

August 27, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Since this is a restart from my previous blog, not all the posts were recovered and posted here to the new one. Master-Sir suggested I just find and repost the important ones. Then add the new ones going forward. So you will see some from 2015 and older. There are a few from the last few years. But most now are the new ones.

One of the tags is Boss/Dom. Meaning someone who was my employer (Boss) and who had Master privileges over me (Dom). Several people filled that role over the years. So they could use me for the sexual needs, their domestic needs and had the extra bonus of being allowed to use me as their office wench at work.

The First Boss/Dom

He was the Housekeeping Manager of one of the most exclusive resorts in Phoneix. He was in charge of the entire staff of maids. Most of them spoke no or little English, were mostly more overweight then I am and like me, they would work like dogs for His approval.

Then along comes this overly qualified, fluffy white woman, desperately in need of a humbling job to please her Master. Even with a very watered down job application, He refused to hire me. fearing I was using Him as a backdoor to get into management at the resort.

I begged, pleaded, and cried to get him to give me a chance. as a last plea for mercy, i promised Him a blowjob every morning before work. After He realized I was serious, He hired me, and every day, He got His morning blowjob, usually before I started my day as a lowly maid in a hotel. .

After a few months, He pieced it together and figured out my secret. Master-Sir gave him permission to use me as His slave at work and at times when he had no use for me, i would go to my Boss’ house and serve Him as His slave.

He was transferred to Las Vegas and part of His deal was that I come along as His secretary. That is how we ended up in Las Vegas! As my Boss/Dom,. I also traveled with him to meetings and retreats. where I served His secretarial needs as well as His sexual needs. While on the executive retreats, I was also offered to a few other top executives for their kinky pleasures at night. that helped keep me gainfully employed when things slowed down in Las Vegas a few times.

After a few more years, in need of a divorce and change of scenery, He was offered a better job elsewhere and transferred. i stayed and was passed on to His replacement. My Owner, my first Boss/Dom made sure the new guy was trustworthy, then one night they offered Him my leash on a part-time basis. he enjoyed that perk! I was given to Him as His office wench and like my first Boss/Dom, I was His domestic wench one day a week.

Thursdays were my “Domestic slave” days. When I would clean His house, feed him lunch, suck His cock. He would have all the deliveries and home repair and service appointments be for that day. Most of them would do what they were there for, then stay for a free blowjob from the fluffy naked chick! The regulars, like the wtaer delivery and Amazon delivery, always made it a point to give Him great, speedy service and a smile on Thursdays!!

My Next Boss /Dom

my second Boss/Dom enjoyed the services of a dedicated secretary as well as a slave and domestic wench. It was all good until He met “the woman of His dreams” and He needed to stop having me naked at His home as His cleaning wench. He kept me as His office wench, but not much for sexual use or abuse After a couple of years, He decided to jump to another company.

Third Boss/Dom

His replacement liked me, knew that I was a slave, and even used me a few times for both rough sex and domestic slavery. Then at His suggestion, I was transferred to another department. They asked for me to come over to them. So my Boss talked it over with my owner, knowing I was going ot do as they agreed. They both agreed it was a good move for me.

Current Boss

My current boss has no clue about my submissive skills, however, he does enjoy my dedication and knows that I am not looking to advance up to another position, so there is no drama in my job. He asks i do. A true, old fashioned secretary with a modern job title! Keeping me submissive, unfortunately not full slave mode!

There have been a few times when he almost caught me nude while doing a few things for Master Chase who works in the carpentry section of the resort. There were also a few times I caught myself too late and saying “Thank You Sir” or “Master” when He said something to me. Causing Him to give me a smile and a nod…

I have talked to Him a few times about some issues management was having and he is careful about crossing any wrong lines with subordinates and such. I smiled when He asked if He ever went “over the line” in addressing me or working with me. He has a long way to go to cross my lines!! So I am thinking anything kinky would probably scare Him too much!

He is a nice older man with a great business mind. I love serving as His secretary. they call it “Executive administrative assistant”, but I like the secretary. I would love to have Him know the real me and to allow me to be that slave again in the office. He could get so many more things done if I could do what I do best, the detail work, the behind the scenes stuff and let Him lead the department. be the point man and get the credit, lead the troops, and to make us all look good to the guests we serve.

I always fall back to my first Boss/Dom, He knew how to be a Master, delegate simple things to me and He would get the credit, look like a man who knew how to get shit down. He would be happy because his daily blowjob kept that smile on His face!! Meanwhile, me and the rest of the crew woul dbe working hard, solving the problems and pleasing the guests we serve in ways nobody knew before…

Anyway, there is a quick, boring recap of who is “Boss/Dom”

Any questions??

I was His First?

August 21, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

There are times that even I can be shocked by certain things!

Master-Sir has a client who has become a friend of sorts. Due to the Virus and all the shutdowns, He is stuck here, in America, in Las Vegas. His life and His girlfriend are in another country and He is not able to return to them yet.

So Master-Sir invited Him over to the house to work on their project here for the next few days. Master-Sir told me that the Friend, Brad, knows that I will be there to serve as secretary and “other needs” as well that I will be naked. He said Brad liked that idea. Not sure about the slave part, but at least He knows there will be a naked fluffy lady around the house to help them out.

Brad arrived on time and was greeted by me. I wore my pool robe that really isn’t much of a robe, but it covers me when needed. No tie wrap, so it hangs open. Brad smiled when I opened the door. The only thing he said was “Hello, I’m Brad” The smile was bright and His eyes were fixated on my hanging breasts. So I knew He likes those at least. He was well dressed for 100-degree heat. Actually, He was well all the way around. Tall, well-groomed with a mustache Dark olive skin. No accent, so not sure where He was from exactly.

I walked Him to Master-Sir’s office. I asked if they needed anything. Master Sir wanted a Coke, Brad wanted fruit juice if we had it. I smiled and left the room.

In the kitchen, I dropped the robe, took a deep breath before I returned to the office naked. The deep breath was for the nervousness I always get the first time I am presented naked to someone. as well, we were wearing face-masks, since this was a new guest in the house. I hate those things and can’t breathe in them, so I needed to get another real breath of air before I put it back on. ..

When I returned to the office, Brad turned to see me naked and smiled His big white teethed grin! I’m not sure why, but He just had a smile that made me wet! Maybe the mustache or the bright hazel eyes! Don’t know. I was just enjoying His smile.

Master-Sir had me stand in front of His desk, so they both could see me. His “Present” position where I am standing straight, looking forward, hands behind my back, legs shoulder-width apart, and my tits are out. Well, as out as two big saggy tits could be. but it did show off my hard nipples very well.

Master-Sir explained that He hopes Brad can keep a secret. To repeat the old vegas motto “Hat Happens here, Stays here” It will make the next few days go better and more relaxed. He explained that I am His wife and secretary. but more importantly, I am the house slave. Brad smiled and stepped closer to me. Telling Sir that He looks forward to keeping the house secrets!

Master-Sir had told me earlier that Brad was needing a friend to talk to and that in their conversations, they talked about His missing His girlfriend and need to find an open brothel or something. Master-Sir explained the legal ones are closed and the illegal ones are dangerous. So here we are.

” ask nice and she will get you almost anything you need!” He told Brad as they were looking at me. Then Master-Sir handed Brad three coins. When Master-Sir has a party with friends at the house. Master-Sir came up with a little game for them to play when they want to use me and may be too shy to say what they want to use me for. So they are handed three coins. One says “Ass” one says “pussy” and one says “mouth” .

If you want to use my ass for sex, hand me the “ass” coin and I will take you to a room where we can be alone and you can use my ass. Same with pussy. For those holes, condoms are required. The mouth coin is optional. I like to just suck a cock whenever I can, no need to leave the room unless they want more privacy. Brad asked if this was real? I told Him I am there to serve Him as He needs me. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!

Master-Sir invited Him to feel me as he wants to. Get used to having me available to Him. He reached out and grabbed my one tit and held it in His hand. then the other one. He was now facing me and that smile was killing me. i’m not sure why, but it was just getting me weak in the knees. “You have beautiful breasts” was the only thing He said. i thanked Him for the compliment.

After that, He turned to my Owner and they started to work on their project. so I asked to leave the room. Returning when called for fresh drinks, snacks, and to make phone calls or to print out things they needed copies of. Real secretary work!

After a few hours, Brad needed a break and went out by the pool to smoke a cigarette and relax in the sun. i walked out to offer a drink. He smiled and handed me His “mouth” chip. I smiled and quickly knelt in front of Him.

Thanking Him because I love to suck a man’s cock outside. That and I really wanted to see what this tall, good looking man was equipped with. As I started to unzip His pants, He looked around nervously. I assured Him we were alone. Master-Sir was in the office on the phone and nobody can see over the fence. So relax and enjoy it!

Jokingly, I told Him not to worry, I would be gentle! That’s when He shocked me. telling me He has never had a blowjob before. Excuse me? Never? How about Handjobs? Lots of those, he said. they will play with, suck or lick His Head, but never fully in the mouth on Him? Nope. I was thinking maybe he was hung like a horse and they feared that. To me, that would be a challenge I would love to try.

As I removed His pants and His underwear, i was rewarded with a very well erect cock that was not like a horse. it was actually normal. other than standing straight up and with a beautiful and very large bulbous head that begged for my attention. Much like His face and mustache, he was well-groomed there as well. So I was not sure why He never had a blowjob before. Unless it was the unusual bulbous head.

Ok, when you are a cock sucking slave, you tend to forget that some women are not fans of oral sex and a little challenge like that freaks them out A bulbous head? Let me suck that thing and see what magic we can make!!

With a smile, I asked Him to lay back in the chair, relax, and let me change things for Him. He smiled and said he would like that. I took His cock all the way in my mouth and it was just right, about 7 inches from tip to tummy! The head was what took the most effort. it was like a light bulb shape, so it was bigger than most. Once He was all the way in, it was like a plug to a drain. i was unable to breathe or to swallow.

His breathing increased as I felt His hands on my body. I tried to direct them to my tits, but he was all over the map. So I needed to focus on how to breath as I worshiped His cock. I imagined this in my pussy, the feel of the full head pressing inside me. I wanted to suck more than lick and kiss, but the head was my problem, my challenge. And I knew I was not allowed to use my hands. Making it, Him a challenge I needed to conquer!

My Hands made nice work on his sack, massaging them and feeling them as I continued to worship His erection and try not to choke too much. my slobber was the worst I ever had! I pride myself on giving a clean blowjob and not make a mess. even if some men get off on the choking, i don’t mind the choking, but I want them to enjoy the feeling of their cock being worshipped more than being devoured.

Brad started to raise his hips as I worked His cock into my mouth and I could feel the building up of His cum. He was very noisy for a man! He was the first time I ever had to push back against a cock, trying to get Him to relax and let me do the “work”. He was choking me and giving me some vision issues as I think i was air starved a few times!

Finally, I did what I never have done before and that was to stop sucking a cock to ask for mercy. To please just lay back, relax and let me do what I love to do! He apologized and stopped. I thanked Him and kissed His cock for a kind gesture.

I grabbed His hands in mine, locking fingers together as I resumed my worshipping and loving of His cock, especially the head as I felt the first sign of eruption and He stiffened His body up, started to make noises and shout out “Oh Gawd, I’m Coming” and He did. Clinching my hands and almost tearing my fingers off as I felt the first jet of His cum shoot into my waiting mouth.

I needed to change how I swallow so that I was not choking, i was sure his crotch area was soaked with my drool, but I’m petty sure neither of us cared as He gave me another mouthful. For the final big shot, He did push His cock all the way into my mouth, causing me to choke and let it leak out of my mouth as I quickly pulled up for air then started to lick up what I lost out on.

As His cum spilled onto Him and the couch, I apologized. I never want to make a mess or have them feel like something is wrong. But now I got to see the entire shaft in the daylight and it was magnificent. His cock standing tall with that bulbous had leaking out some last dribbles of His precious cum. it was a beautiful sight. but one I knew needed to be cleaned immediately. i swallowed as much of his cock as I could to let Him know I was ready for whatever He had left.

I heard a very loud sigh and His body went immediately limp like He fell asleep or something. I looked up to see His eyes closed and His arms at His side, his chest was going up and down as He was breathing, but that was it, He was out!!

He fell asleep. i never had a man do that before. To get His cock sucked, cum then fall asleep. but He was out like a light bulb! Maybe I did too good of a job?

i licked His cock clean, let it go limp and I pulled His shorts back up. I could not get His pants back on, but He was at least covered. Then I went back into the house to see if Master-Sir was ok and to ask if I should leave Him there?

Master-Sir figured as long as He was not in the direct sun, to leave Him there. Keep an eye on Him, but to let Him rest. He laughed a little then gave me a kiss.

After about thirty minutes, Brad came back into the house, smiling. He thanked me for “fixing” his problem. I offered Him another “mouth” coin and smiled as I got Him another drink and walked into the office. Nothing more was said that day.

Day three now and Brad has enjoyed a blowjob all three days! I’m getting used to feeling choked and dealing with the slobber. But if I need to slobber in order to give a man a blowjob, I can handle that sacrifice!

Now I want to feel its full head tight inside another hole! A slave can only hope!

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Thank You for Being a friend and reading what I write. Leave me a comment or a question if you want.

Boring Quarinteen Continues

August 17, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I am still here. Not much new to talk about or to even think about. With the “pandemic” and our state have almost everything closed or masked, we have been home working. I do still work at the resort now three days a week. Then spend the rest of the time at home serving my Owner’s needs as He is working 90% full time from home.

Since Miss Tina has left, it’s been really quiet around here. Our friends are staying closer to their homes and talking to Master-Sir more via Skype or other video services. So I’m not being used or being needed for anything outside the house like before.

It’s really kind of nice to be home with Him, alone and having Him use me for His job. Doing the mindless research He hates to solve a problem or research an issue. He has me for that now. I am answering the simple emails and really solving the simple issues while still being naked! I love being able to have Him call me into his office and to just fuck any of my holes when He needs to take a break or to help relax after a serious video conference call with His boss and staff.

Master-Sir has actually started to share me more with Master Chase. I now go to work in the morning with Master Chase, after I served him breakfast and He fucked me or used me. Then Master-Sir is there to pick me up after work. It gets Him out of the home office and He gets to play with me on the drive home. Keeping me topless or naked when He stops for gas or snacks. i am able to be seen by others as I wait for His return.

Speaking of the Boss! Our pool boy. The Son, is coming around later in the day and twice this past week to “clean the pool” as the sun sets. He likes that time as it’s after His day of remote school work and He needs to work out His frustrations. So He cleans the pool then fucks one of my holes hard and rough. Usually, He will start in my pussy, driving me to near orgasm, then He likes to pull out and ends in my mouth.

Being in college, this is when He should be out partying, meeting the ladies, and getting laid more often. Not sitting home behind a computer monitor trying to get educated. So Master-Sir thinks it’s his way of dealing with depression. That explains why He is also getting to be a little more aggressive when fucking me. Pulling my hair and wanting to hear me moan scream from the pain. He is letting some of that pent up anxiousness out by being hard on me and I’m really loving it!

My Owner says that when He is leaving after cleaning the pool and using me, He is in a better mood. More friendly and talkative compared to when He arrives. Master-Sir said it reminds Him of when He used to go to the gym after a hard day at work. The exercise can be painful as well as liberating. It clears the mind and invigorates the body. He walks away smiling, talking, and being very friendly. So different than when He came into the house.

So I guess maybe I am His new workout machine?? I’m the gym machine that pushes Him to release all that aggression and frustration? I’m ok with that! To feel His cock as he forces his way into my ass or my mouth. I can enjoy the feeling of His power if it means I’m getting a mouth full of His reward to swallow at the end!!

If nobody has any objections, i may start to answer some of the questions you have asked me in the past and I answered privately. Add a little more context to them. A couple of you wanted to know more about my slave friend who recently passed away. What I learned from her and her life as a truly no limit slave. I think that may be helpful for me as well to reflect on what I learned from her as I was just starting my life with my Owner.

Please, stay healthy and keep talking!! i love to know who is reading what i write!

She is Gone

August 13, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Its been almost four weeks since Master-Sir has allowed me to sleep with Him in His bed. Since his girlfriend had arrived, I have been assigned to sleep in my room when I was not being needed or used by Him or Miss Tina (The Pretty Brunette).

Slight correction: there was one night I was allowed to sleep with Him in His bed while Miss Tina slept with her friend who was visiting. (Read Here)

Today, she left us to return to her home in San Diego and begin their state mandated quarantine.

Some of you have asked what I do, or if I do anything to the house after she leaves here? And the answer is “Hell Yes” This is my Owner’s home and I belong to Him, so it is also my home. (I do have His permission to say that here). And it needs to feel like His castle again.

Making it Back into His Home

After we said our good-byes and I watched her drive off into the horizon, I thanked my Owner for the opportunity to serve Him and be of service to her. Hoping that I made them both happy (not counting my emotional breakdown in the beginning!)

As He went back into His home office and I had served Him a fresh cup of coffee, He had me kneel in front of Him, face away so He could insert His now favorite butt plug into my ass before sending me off to clean the house. He allowed me a moment to get used to its full feel before trying to stand up and walk away.

I, of course, need to start in the Master bedroom. So I turn on Alexa to some nice music as the cleaning commences! I do this every time that she leaves us.

Starting with the bedsheets and pillowcases. Making sure I can wash away her scent. She has a special fragrance that she likes to wear to bed to excite Him. It is a beautiful scent and I do love to smell it when I am servicing her after they had sex. But now I need to leave my scent on His bed!

In my bedroom, I have a drawer of things that are mine or ours that I remove while she is here. Now I get to return them to their proper places.

When she is here, it is to be “their” house, “their bedroom”. The focus of the bedroom is on them, not me. I get that. What woman would want to be reminded that your man has a female slave to use and abuse when you are not there? There is, by agreement of Master-Sir, one photo of Master-Sir and His slave (me) on His dresser. That always stays in the room.

On the nightstand on her side of the bed, I am to make sure there is a bottle of lubricant, some towels as well as a couple of condoms “just in case” on the top.

Once she leaves, all that goes into the nightstand drawer, out of sight. He never needs lubricants or condoms to use me. Lubricant for her is to make sure she enjoys whatever hole He may use. I’m the slave when He wants to use me, He just uses the hole He wants for His pleasure. I am not allowed the pleasure of lubricant.

Finally, I get to put back the chains on the four corners of the bed. For those times He wants me restrained! She would never allow Him to chain her to the bed!

As normal, I make sure Master-Sir has all his lotions and manly tools and shaving supplies properly stocked in the bathroom. I put away her hair and body lotions and shampoo. I used to use the same brand as she uses, but since I am the slave and she is His lover, I was ordered to stop using the same brand and to use a cheaper one. even when she is not here. So I remove them from being seen!

i really don’t need to be reminded what I gave up when she came into His life. I love her for making Him happy, but I loved my shampoo as well!! A small part that reminds me that I am still female and that I have my needs!

Mirrors washed, shower/tub scrubbed and new towels put out. Toilet paper roll in good standing and the toilet cleaned. finally, the slave water dish is also put back in the room. The entire Master suite is now ready for use by a Master and hopefully His lucky slave.

My bedroom is always in proper order and clean. I do need to change the sheets when I change the sheets in the Master bedroom. Master Chase had used me a couple of times and I did have handprints on the closet mirror I needed to remove.

This time, since Her friend stayed with us for a week, I need to clean the guest room as well. sheets, towels and to scrub the bathroom spotless.

This time, there was a little interruption to my cleaning duties. While I was cleaning the guest bedroom, Master-Sir came in and his cock was already out of his pants and hard. He was looking for a hole to use.

He was talking to Miss Tina/The Pretty Brunette on the phone and was sexually excited. He had me get on all fours, head down and to spread my legs. He simply knelt between my legs and shoved His cock into my pussy and started to fucked it hard and fast, never stopping His conversation with Her or speaking a word to me.

Having that big Butt Plug made it more difficult to get His cock in. Pushing in and I tried to push back and block out the pain from the butt plug. My ass was already fully stretch and sore. His cock in my pussy added to the feelings and the new pains. He never stopped fucking my hole. I was just there to be a hole. A cum Dump, nothing more.

When He finally filled me with His cum, I was enjoying the fullness and the warm feeling. He ended my pleasure quickly pulling out then pulled my hair so I turned around to suck His cock clean. He never stopped talking to her. Once He was clean and soft, He pointed to wear some of His cum leaked out and hit the floor. As I licked it up, He left the room and sent me back to cleaning.. (smiles)

After that, I will remove a few candles, get some plants moved out of the way and get it back looking like a Man lives here, not a happy couple. She left some ladies’ magazines and a few other little things around the house I collected. There is a special box in the kitchen where I place the stuff she leaves behind.

Otherwise, that is the only change to my house cleaning routine. It’s getting the house back to being His house. His mansion His castle.

He Also Told Me That After Cleaning His Bedroom, That I will be sleeping with Him Again!

Hope you enjoyed the little look into my slave life.

The Pretty Brunette Wants a New Name

August 10, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

After almost five years of posts where I mention my Owner’s girlfriend as she liked to be called from the start, “The Pretty Brunette” because she is a very beautiful, tall, and absolutely gorgeous brunette. She is pretty! She wants a new name. She said she wants a new name to help me, the house slave.

I called her that from the beginning and she enjoyed the title. I did that because she is just that. A pretty brunette. Actually pretty doesn’t do her justice, but it sounded nice to me. She is actually beautiful as a human being as well as a lady. And she is gorgeous in her natural brunette hair. Yes, the carpet matches the drapes!

She has stunning good looks that stop men and women in their tracks and can cause some to take a double look as they pass her. As well, she has the mannerisms of a lady with a giant heart of gold and loves living her life. She is a beautiful person I am fortunate enough to have in my life.

Master-Sir has always liked that I refer to her in that way as well. The Pretty Brunette. She is more beautiful than I ever could imagine and He deserves to have someone like her on His arm, in His bed, and in His life. Leaving me to be nothing more than a cleanup tool for their sexual escapades as well as a toy they can fuck with however they want. Knowing that as His property, i am not leaving and I am there for His pleasures, use, and abuse. By proxy, she gets to have the same access to me as he has. To use me and abuse me for her pleasures, knowing it will please Him to know she is enjoying the opportunity.

After the week or so with her Friend here, and seeing her blossom into a new woman with real ideas for life outside of work. To see how we get along or how I like to have another slave girl in the mix. or maybe it was just how well we got along. That inspired me to write a little more than usual. The Pretty Brunette enjoyed watching me help her friend.

Yes, I know I am rambling. I am sorry for that. But its just what is rolling out of my head as I type!

After serving her and my Owner breakfast, she had me kneeling on the floor between them. They were talking about the latest update from her friend’s travel. The Pretty Brunette was hand-feeding me her scraps and commenting on my friendship with her and how well I behaved with her here.

She decided it was time for a change in her relationship with me and this blog. She wanted to make an update and asked. yes, The Pretty Brunette asked me, the house slave, if she could choose another name to be called on here? She wanted it to be more informative as to her role in my/our life as well as easier for me to type. I had to agree, it would be nice to have something simple to type when talking about her.

I said that is not up to me, it’s up to her and maybe even Master-Sir to decide. This is my blog, but I do follow His guidelines on protecting our privacy. She did not want anything Master or Mistress related. So they talked about the names I gave other people in my life that I mention. The Pretty Brunette was not interested in anything difficult and just wanted a simpler name to be known by. Together, they brainstormed several ideas. Finally, they had one they both agreed to that reflected something in her and He approved the name change.

Effective Today. The Pretty Brunette will be known as Miss Tina.

Thats it, thats my news, Have a happy Monday and looking forward to my next post…

Monday with The Friend

August 6, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Sometimes I have a little twinge of guilt. She came to our house as The Friend of The Pretty Brunette. An innocent visit to spend quality time with a friend and to meet the man The Pretty Brunette has been telling her about for months. The man she is fucking and loving at a distance. She knew “they” had a kink to their relationship. She just wasn’t sure what it was really about but thought that no matter what, a quick stopover to meet the man and spend some time before continuing her journey east for family.

Now we are a week later, she finally saying her goodbye’s. Later than she had originally planned to leave. having spent a lot of that extra time dedicated to me. That weird wife that “Must Be” abused or have no self-worth to let her self “live like that”. Yes, she came here to discover someone was living what she has long suppressed in her own mind but has now discovered its a reality. and that reality is being displayed with her best friend’s Man. Who owns a slave. A slave like she dreams to be.

Afternoon Delight

This morning she willing to give that dream one last shot as she got naked and watched as I was used for Master Chase’s pleasures and fitted me with a large butt plug. One that has been making my movements around the office very slow and very deliberate. i was counting down the minutes to get off work and hopefully get this thing out of me. waiting to have permission to enjoy the rest of the day.

For the last three hours, she has been filling my phone with text messages, wanting to thank me for being so open, wanting to know how i feel working with “it” in my ass. Do others know I am filled? Can I move? Thankfully I am sitting at my desk 90% of the time, answering calls, and filling out reports. So nobody needs to know.

My workday ended at lunchtime. My Boss came by, thanked me, and hoped I had a wonderful afternoon. Telling me in private, He is going to miss having me there full time, but He will survive! Clocking out, I was still walking slowly to the parking garage. Its always a long walk, but when your ass is filled with a piece of rubber, it can be a much longer walk.

Thankfully The Friend was parked close to the exit door and waiting with a smile. I got in and as she pulled away. I asked if she wanted me topless or naked? Master Chase always has me naked. But her car had fabric seats and I didn’t want to leave a stain. Telling her in our vehicles, we always carry spare towels in the backseat. She smiled at that idea and said “Topless”

She was seriously drilling me about how I felt with my ass filled and if it hurt too much, what do I do? (answer: nothing. I do as ordered) She wanted to feel my pussy to see if I was really wet (I was). She was confused on how I can be happy and miserable at the same time. I hate the big thing in my ass, it hurts when I walk, yet I am happy because I am obeying my Master or The Pretty Brunette, and I am suffering for their pleasure. So I want to focus on the pleasure, not the pain.

In a subtle way, I let her know that I am in her care now. So she can change that now if she wants. Hint Hint.. She smiled. At the stoplight, she told me she had a surprise for me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. It was bald, very smooth and as she pushed, I felt in her folds, she was wet. Then I realized she was not wearing panties! Her “new look” she told me.

For lunch, she wanted a drive-thru experience. As in, she wanted to do the drive-thru and watch as the person behind the glass, reacted to her having a fluffy topless slave in the passenger seat, large tits and hard nipples. She was enjoying this experience while telling me that she now hopes that one day she can be in my place.

At home, she finally did what I was needing. To bend me over the hood of her car as she pulled that big rubber plug out of me. She ordered me to kiss her feet to thank her for the removal. Without any thought to me, she pulled it out in one slow and long pull. Letting me scream from the pain and sudden emptiness. She handed it back to me along with a towel to clean it off. Then ordered me to suck on it before I presented it to her as a gift.

The rest of the afternoon, with Master-sir and the Pretty brunette out of the home office, it was just her and I. She let me be more friend than a slave, but I stayed naked, she went from dressed to topless to naked, back to topless and the afternoon wore on.

We played in the pool, relaxed on the deck, drank a few cocktails as she plotted her trip east and wondered what it would be like to have a slave with her on the journey. or how it would be if she was the slave on that journey with her imaginary Master.

We ordered pizza and my Young Friend delivered it as always. he was tipped as He always was, this time He had the fun of being watched by a beautiful woman who was topless as I sucked His cock. Some men just like to have an audience! Especially when that audience is beautiful lady twice your age who happens to be sitting on the couch with you. Watching as she is topless with firm tits and pointy nipples. Teasing you, taunting you and not letting you touch. it made my young friend’s cock stand a little taller and finally rewarded me with several mouthfuls of His wonderful cum.

Finally, we retired to her room. To her bath where she asked that I sit in and have HER spoil me. Pamper me and wash all my naughty parts as we shared a bottle of wine with candle light and soft music. As she asked about certain skin blemishes she knew were made form a cane or a dragons tail. She wanted the stories, the emotions and the feelings.

That ended in the bed. With her layed out in the middle and me between her legs with her hands on my head, trying to feel as I moved. Thanking her with my tongue probing deep into her warm hole and being rewarded with her howling orgasms. In return, she sat up and watched as I did as she ordered. I humped the bedposts for her entertainment until i begged for permission to have my own orgasms.

I fell asleep in her arms. Not knowing what this all meant and where all this was going. I was just going with her directions and our energies.

She Moves On

Tuesday morning, i woke early, she followed me as I did my morning routines. After waking up my Owner, I helped her pack. Breakfast was as it has been. Two beautiful women and one handsome man sitting at the table. One naked slave kneeling between them, taking handouts, and licking plates clean. She enjoyed the attentive service and tried hard to ignore all the questions The Pretty Brunette had about “our night”.

As she walked out to her car, we all followed. I was not allowed to get dressed yet, so I said my goodbyes from the garage entry. Yes, i returned her kiss on the lips with some passion I am not sure where it came from. But it was what I needed to do. Then I watched as she said her goodbyes to Master-Sir and finally to her friend. then simply drove away.

To be honest with you. I spent the rest of the day in a kind of a fog, maybe a funk. Not really wanting to do anything but think about Her and where she might be at that time. I wanted to feel her again. To have her in the room. To see her smile and hear her questions again. She did send me text updates as if she was reporting to her master about stops and meals and such. And I replied back as if I were the master. Or at least I tried.

I’m not sure. it was a strange set of emotions. But I am hoping she stops back on her return. She is keeping me up to date on where she is and what she is doing. So who knows what will happen. Master-Sir has been enjoying my nightly updates about her travels.

Monday Morning Humiliation

August 4, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Life has been busy. My mind is finally getting back in the game and I am starting to get back into being properly used. Monday Morning was the start of a short day at work. But first, there was the morning chaos that turned into a wonderful dose of humiliation and slave gratitude

The morning started out chaotic and never stopped being a sexually charged chaotic morning. Master-Sir was actually already up and working when I got up to do my morning routine. So I served Him His coffee in His office and offered Him my mouth, but He was into an important business call and could not break away. The Pretty Brunette was in a mood to humiliate me, use me, and tease me.

The Freind was the last one to get up and start the morning. She was her normal perky self and was really into getting the last of her questions about being a slave answered before she left town. She stayed dressed and was not submissive to anyone. Finally, being a short day, Master Chase decided to offer to stop by and take me to work.

Other than Master-Sir, they were all gathered around the kitchen table. Nobody wanted anything to eat other than a few bagels and maybe a pop-tart. I served them the snacks and coffee. The Friend had me sit on the floor between her and Master-chase. She likes to pull on my tits and play with my nipples while everyone talked.

The Pretty Brunette asked Master Chase to let The Friend pick me up after work. Her and Master-Sir will be going out for dinner and leaving me in the care of The Friend. So she wants me to spend the afternoon and evening serving her. Getting her car cleaned, fueled for the long trip, and doing whatever she needed me to do to be ready to leave in the morning. This was news to me.

As Master Chase was getting up from the table, it is His custom to then walk me up to my room, fuck my mouth then tell me what to wear to work. Occasionally he will change it up and fuck my pussy.

Slave Humiliation Part One

The Pretty Brunette stopped Him and asked Him how He planned to use me? This was different and Master Chase smiled as He thought about the question. then in His usually mild manner tone with a hint of humor in it, He told her he was actually in the mood for a little sloppy pussy action. I smiled at the thought of that. For Him, it was curious as to why she asked the question. Was it now off-limits?

She assured Him my pussy was free and open for his use and preferably abuse, she highlighted her word “Abuse”. But she wanted a favor from Him. “See, with everything going on, the death of her friend, the work cutbacks, and everything else, she’s been really needy lately and her Owner thinks she needs to be kept on a shorter leash. Be used more. She needs to get back into her, He told me, Her Dog Bitch mindset.”

She just called me a dog bitch. And she was right. I was named for the dogs He grew up seeing on His cousin’s farms. Very obedient dogs who did what the Masters wanted. She was getting very derogatory, using verbal humiliation on me and everyone was smiling as she continued.

The lady of the house continued. “We just think she needs to be reminded of her place here. We want her to be on the edge a little more. Besides, it Keeps her mind sharper on service” I was not part of the conversation, but she was telling Him how “They” wanted Him to use me.

Master Chase agreed. We had talked about this and i wrote about it a few times before. When I am not allowed pussy sex or I am sexually ignored by my Owner, I tend to dig deeper into my submissive head to find more ways to be more submissive, to find ways to serve them more. But she caught me off guard with the “We want her to be on the edge a little more” statement. More of the “We” part that caught me.

She asked that if He was going to fuck my sloppy pussy, “to go ahead and be rough with it if you can. Don’t let her enjoy it. It’s for your pleasure, not hers. But please don’t… Um, don’t cum inside her. Use another hole for that. get her to the point she is expecting it then pull out.”

I was in total panic mode, humiliation overload and loving the pain she was dishing out to me. I am sure i was also wetting the carpet. i was so excited when He told her He was going to pussy fuck me, I was wanting that. Now that He agreed not to use my pussy for His cumdump, I was devastated and almost crying.

She wasn’t finished. She asked Him to finish up with filling my ass with a large butt plug. “Grab a large one. Make sure she is filled and knows its there for the day!’ He told that was not going to be a problem.

Humiliation part Two

Once we were in my bedroom and He was picking out what he wanted me to wear to work, He was asking about “That” the conversation He just had. Master Chase even stuck His fingers into my pussy to see just how wet I was. I was blushing, I was also wanting to cry, but I was hot and needed to be used for sex. Knowing He was going to not fuck my pussy all the way was killing me.

He pointed to the floor and told me to get ready, there was a knock on the door. it was The Friend. I wasn’t hearing what they were talking about, but Master Chase was starting to raise His voice. Telling her “All or nothing” and then she walked in the room as He shut the door again behind her.

He instantly told me “Bitch, on the bed” my call to get on the bed, head down, ass up, and legs apart. He told me that my friend wanted to watch when He put the butt plug in me. But He wasn’t going to stop just for that. She was needing to watch it all or nothing. Meaning more humiliation for me. But He twisted it on her and told her to get naked like me and to sit on the floor to watch.

I knew this was turning Him on to have HER watch Him fuck me. Looking to the side, I could see His cock was sticking straight out as He watched her undress. Master Chase was living out a porn flick fantasy!

As she knelt on the side of the bed, i could see her smiling and see her nipples erect as I felt Him mount me. He was acting like some porn star stud in a race to the finish line. He fucked my pussy hard and as fast as He could. grabbing my boobs for extra leverage and pain as he went. I was moaning louder and louder and as I was getting to the point to ask permission to cum when he pulled out, pulled my hair to turn me around, and shoved His cock into my mouth just as he started to shoot his load.

No time for me to think, just open my mouth, swallow cock and then swallow cum. I kept trying to breathe at the same time. My head was spinning and my legs were weak. But he kept holding my mouth on His cock as He finished. When He finally pulled out. I took a deep breath, swallowed and thanked Him for the honor.

As he started to get dressed, He told The Friend to help me get cleaned up and dressed quickly as He was looking for the butt plug.

The man was not there for play, he was there to use me. Within a few short minutes, he was able to fuck my pussy, fill my mouth, get cleaned up, and find the large butt plug He planned for my abuse and it was a large one!

This is what The Friend was there to see. Him using my pussy for the lube then getting it into my tight ass without worrying about how I felt about it going in. Master Chase is not a man who likes to be kept waiting. He was there for a pussy fuck, nothing more and this was cutting into our time to get to work on time. I was being told to hurry up and push it in. Pain or no pain, we needed to get going.

As soon as He saw it slip past the ring muscle and fit into the hole, hearing me squeal in extreme pain and some pleasure, He was heading out the door calling me to follow. Thankfully The Friend was there to help me get my balance. I would need to get it to feel right on my own time as we headed for the truck and for me to start my day.

Thankfully I am a low maintenance slave and not allowed too much makeup in the morning. I was actually able to fix myself up in the truck as He sped us down the highway and into the office with only a few minutes to spare. I quickly punched in, got to my office and told my Boss that I needed to use the ladies room. He told me to take my time. It was going to be a slow morning and He needed to get some coffee. Thank You!! Thank You!!

The Butt Plug was making walking difficult as it was reminding me it was there every time I moved my body. I walked slow as the pain was always there as it filled my ass. I kept telling people I pulled a muscle this morning. I wasn’t going to tell them what muscle. Thankfully nobody asked!

That was my morning, How was your morning??

Updating Old Posts and The Memories

August 1, 2020 / slave / 1 Comment

Me, Showering in a condo full of college boys

As I repost the old updates from the old blog, I get to relive some wonderful memories of my early times as His slave. The ties I was sent off to be used by others. The wonderful people I got to shared with. The times I was used for domestic serves, even a few real “dates” with lonely old men in town for the rodeo. Then there was this one time…

Being Gifted

My Owner and my other Dom at the time agreed that I could be a wonderful present as a domestic wench to a group of well behaved college boys headed up by the Nephew of my Dom. who was also my Boss at the time!

The nephew, Jason, and His college buddies had a condo just off the Strip they stayed at and I was sent over almost every day to clean the place up and serve as tour director and entertainment consultant. One of the nice gents wanted more than domestic service, actually several of them ended up using me for sexual pleasures, and while in the shower, one of them took photos of me. Jason almost killed Him for doing so. But working with and apologizing to my Owner, He agreed to keep three, destroy the rest and I got this one.

I am not in love with how I look, I never have. But I love how I am happy and enjoying the feeling of the water and showing Him my big, saggy tits to see His smile.

Anyway, it has been a wonderful trip down memory lane an I hope you are enjoying the ride as well.

Here is the post from the day before He took these pictures. Serving Many Serving One

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