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She Called Red

August 1, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Picking up from my last post, I wanted to make this a separate, more focused post on The Friend and on touching your dreams. The Pretty Brunette’s friend was finally living out her long held, deep, dark fantasy of being someone’s slave. And apparently telling, letting me tell you and anyone reading this, that she had it and wanted to touch it. meaning Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette was aware of this as well.

So when I was having my little emotional reset, she asked them a and me) if she could fill in. Be their office wench for a day. And they agreed with some restrictions. Those restrictions she fought hard against. She wanted it all, except for the sex part. She wanted to serve them naked. She wanted to have to ask permission for things including bathroom and to only use the slave bathroom. .

She did what a lot of young and doe-eyed ladies do when they get that first taste of their fantasy. They dive into the deep end. And that’s what she did. She said it wasn’t me that made her call “RED” but it was what I represented. And it was too much too soon. Even if she was promised she would never be where I was: Under the table, sucking my Owner’s cock while she was told to do other things for the couple of the house.

Thankfully Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette recognized it before she actually realized what she was feeling and they sat her down and told her to stop. They called Red. She looked at her friend and said simply “Red”. The safe word to stop everything. Then she went into her room.

An hour later, she finally came out. You could tell she had been crying. But she was back to being well dressed, fresh-faced, smiling, and apologetic. None of us in the house felt she had anything to apologize for. Her apogoy was nto needed. In fact, Master-Sir told her THEY owe her an apology for not setting the limits.

They agree that she was going too far, too fast, and for her mind and body. She said that she was wanting to experience something she has dreamed of for so long. Once in the fantasy, she then wanted to experience all that she could. she got to touch the dreams and wanted to seriously make them true. All of them right now.

Master-Sir felt the worst because he tried to get her to just be a “maid.” Get them coffee, clean up after them. Maybe be topless, or not. She wanted, ok, she told me she demanded that she be “like me”, naked. She wanted it all right now and they were not going to talk her out of it. She felt very comfortable and safe in our house to do it.

She actually enjoyed being a slave. She got to serve them coffee. Take notes for them as an office wench. She sent their emails and got to be the domestic slave for a while. She smiled telling them about take the other slave (me) out for her pee. But it was the blowjob that mad her call freak out and eventually call Red. The fact that sex was never part of their agreement, she freaked out because she thought that if commanded to, in that state of mind, she thought she would probably say “yes Master” without much of a thought. She would go over the lines she set and it scared her.

She was ok. She liked that they allowed her to touch her dreams and to know what it could feel like. She knows it can happen and that she really needs to have her limits. She told me it was scary to be naked like that when others are dressed. To know it’s not up to you if you are naked or not. That was what she thought was the biggest, scariest part of it all. Being naked not because she wanted to, but because she was told to. (not really told to, but she likes to see it like that, I get it)

That was it. The experiment was over. Everyone went back to their proper roles. I was the only slave in the house. I liked that. I was the only one naked in the house except when they all went for a night time dip in the pool. While they swam and chatted, the trusty slave served them drinks and salads for dinner. Then a night of movies and friendship.

I love being His slave…

Too Much, Too Little, Unloading

July 31, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I am on a writing binge. Its what helps me keep my sanity with all hat is happening with me, to and more importantly, around me. The new people who have entered my life have breathed new energy into me. The people who are still home bound and unable to visit because of the virus, saddens me. I miss them. But all the new in my life, I am busy and fulfilled.

With The Pretty Brunette’s friend here and discovering her wettest dreams are living in front of her, she is filled with questions and desires to experience something in a safe and controlled environment. So my Owner decided He wants her to be a submissive when I am not available. She wasn’t sure how to take this, so she came to me.

I was still in my mourning faze and in my own bedroom. She came in with a drink and a snack, knelt at the side of my bed and asked permission to talk freely. I was not sure what that was about, but I played the role. She told me what The Pretty Brunette and my Owner had discussed with her. trying out her submissiveness as their office wench.

I was happy for her and told her to go for it. i would not be a problem, jealousy, or otherwise. Assuring her that she was not taking away from my need to serve. Only helping her living out her fantasy. She brought up my earlier sharing on a discussion group about the blowjob and me going ballistic when i watched another submissive suck my Owner’s cock. Not that she would agree to go that far. She just wanted my blessing on the whole “I want to play being a slave” thing. (I need to find that and post it again).

My only tip was that He will not tolerate her being dressed. Slaves are not people and for us, clothing is a privilege. So she needs to be ready to be at least topless when around them. She smiled and said she was hopeful she could be the naked slave. If she could have the nerves to do that, it would be here. with people she knows and feels safe with. I was happy she felt that way. We hugged and I sent her on her way.

When I came out for lunch, my Owner was in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, on His laptop. The Pretty Brunette was at the table on her laptop. Soft jazz music filled the air and scented candles gave it a very peaceful vibe. it was a wonderful scene. Then I saw Her. The Friend. She smiled at me as I smiled at her. She was walking in from the garage so I knew she was using the slave bathroom. she was also wearing a frilly laced apron and nothing else but a big smile when she saw me.

She Fits In

After everyone said their “hello’s” to me and welcomed me back to reality, i asked permission to use the bathroom. Master-Sir said Yes, but that the new slave needed to walk me out to the garden to pee. Master-Sir was being Master-Sir and not relenting on the rules of the house and my summer routine. In the summertime, I am not allowed to use the inside slave bathroom for my need to pee. I use the little garden spot across the other side of the pool and that usually gives anyone in front of the kitchen windows a clear shot to watch me.

She was not sure about the leash and collar thing. She has used one when at the clubs where she was pressured into being the Domme. Now she was walking me as I crawled alongside her like the dog bitch I am named for. She had a smile and said it was not from the walking, but the feeling she is experiencing being used. She was understanding the thrill of doing something sexually kinky for someone else, not for her pleasures. And still enjoying the pleasure of it. That may not make sense, but that pretty much how she explained it to me.

So my question for her was: Is she happy because she is making my Owner happy. serving His needs? Or is she happy because being the other slave she is making her friend, The Pretty Brunette, happy? Or is this purely for her fantasy? She did not have an answer. Maybe answer 2 with a little bit of answer 3. but she had never looked at it as serving The Pretty Brunette. But she admitted that she was kind of wanting to please her.

The Fingers Snaps

Upon our return to the cool air of the house, we heard finger snapping(s). Both the Owners had silently called us at the same time. Instinctively I went to my Owner while she paused, trying to figure it out. The Pretty Brunette wanted a fresh cup of coffee from her friend and my Owner pointed to His side, then I saw His erection in His pants and I knew my duty!

As I knelt under the counter, I could hear the Pretty Brunette in her very firm Dom voice telling her Friend that “there are two people here that need coffee, not just one” followed by a low, feminine voice apologizing for the error as I watched her bare feet approach my Owner. I am sure from the way she was standing or from what I could see of her standing, she had never realized what it would be like to be naked, serving a Master His coffee and talking with Him about the coffee as another naked slave was busy sucking His cock.

He was ignoring me doing what I was told to do, as he should and focusing on her, and from the way His cock was bulging and pulsing in my mouth, I knew he was enjoying the entire scene Himself. Her nervousness, her new nudity, made her keep shifting on her feet. It was kind of cute to watch and listen. My kneeling and sucking His cock next to her gave a pause in her speech she admitted to. I am sure she could watch it in full color and to add that His girlfriend, her friend, was a few feet away, probably smiling and taking it all in as well.

I was in my happy place and I was enjoying sharing my happy place with a new friend. Life is getting back to normal I hope.

My Friend, The Friend, I’m Ok

July 30, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I lost my first and most dearest slave sister. She was an important person in my life and my journey would never have been this far or this deep had I not met her or her owner. No matter the circumstances, no matter the pain, He owned her and she loved being Owned by Him. I guess that is how some may see my life. Too much for them, But it is my Life! I will respect yours if you respect mine.

Read: my first slave sister is gone

I am one of those people who believe all people come into your world for a special reason and they leave your life when they have served their purpose. We may not know what that purpose was, but they served it and they move on. She has moved on at a time one someone else has entered it and they seem to need me to guide them into their new journey. Hmmm… Timing?

Thankfully Master-Sir knows me as well as He does and knows that I needed to wash my emotions, live the emotions, and then I needed to move on. To do so, I want to be used hard. Not just serve, or to be whipped hard or even fucked until I scream. I need to fall deeply into a project, a need, a service. Just as I needed to be used hard after our little night out and my issues involving that scenario.

In all the attention my Owner was showing me, while His girlfriend was here, I thought it would be a problem for her. The Pretty Brunette was offering to sacrifice her limited time here with My Owner, so that He could step back and deal with His slave. So that i could have our time to reconnect. I was being needy, to be used by Him, have sex, then get Him back to His wonderful life with her. I am in a desperate need to ask for her forgiveness, for stealing time from her, from Him and I know that would happily suffer any punishment she decides I needed for my being so needy.

Read: Master, slave talk, Have Sex

Then we get the information about my slave sister committing suicide and the emotional fallout from that. The fallout, my following cry-fest was short and I was allowed to stay in my bedroom for almost the entire day to let it all out of my system. Joined occasionally by my Owner and his other friend from Phoenix who now lives here. To me, I went too long and needed to get out and to get into some heavy service. I needed to be used.

So with all that playing in my head, it was followed by the news that my job is being changed to part-time for the remainder of the summer. Instead of laying off a large chunk of the office staff, they are offering a few “essential” workers to rotate and have more time off. I will work Monday to Wednesday only. Master-Sir tried not to smile too much when He saw that notice. Knowing that right now I needed to be used heavily and not be allowed for my mind to wander like it would if I was at work 5 days a week.

Hi smile came from the fact that with Him and The Pretty Brunette were working their respective jobs from our home and they could really use a full-time slave most days to run errands, serve them drinks and snacks and keep them occupied when needing a break..

Her Friend

The Pretty Brunette has a sexy and beautiful friend visiting here from San Diego and as I shared earlier, she is enjoying watching me be a slave. In her dreams, she wants to be “me” in the worst ways possible. yet she has fears because of how deep I am going, fears about her job, and her executive life in San Diego if she were to come clean with what she wants to others..

The friend, only had planned ot stay here a few days, say hello to The Pretty Brunette and see this man she apparently keeps talking about at the office. The plan was for he to leave here on Wednesday or Thursday, then drive east to visit family. Hopeing to enjoy the summer some place cooler.

When she learned of me, feeding her pent up dreams, and all the drama that was now my life, she decided to stay a little longer and “help out.” Maybe investigate this hidden fantasy she had and enjoy more of the romantic time she had that first night with The Pretty Brunette. I had not known, but Master-Sir and I had suspected that when we found them asleep, naked in each other’s arms, there may be more to that story.

The Friend has found reasons to stay behind when the other two go out for work errands or just to go for coffee and get away from the “office” and she spends that time with me. Kneeling or sitting on the floor, I am naked and she has begun to be topless around me when we have these little slave life chats!

I see her as maybe, in some small way, the reason my slave sister has moved on. To leave me on my own and take what I had learned, pass it on to others. Like my new “The Friend” and her dreams. I hope I can live up to what I had followed and pass it forward with pride and honor.

To Note: Please know that I know that The Pretty Brunette, The Friend, and others I know, read this blog. They have no influence over what I write. we will often talk after it published to get their feedback or commentary. and, Yes, I have everyone’s permission to tell the stories that I am telling here. Only the names are changed to protect the kinky.

My First Slave Sister is Gone

July 29, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Note: This post is not a happy post and has been several days in the writing.

My Owner. When I become His slave, He had never owned a slave before. He always had plenty of pretty submissive’s to play with who would spend the weekend with Him. Playing Master & slave, doing all His domestic deeds as He commanded then they were used for His perverted sexual urges. Afterward, they were sent home and life went on.

He also had His old, but wise friend, Master Bill. He talked to me about Master Bill many times, but since the retired & medically disabled Gulf War Vet was always off helping other Vets around the country, I didn’t meet him for a long time. The stories Master_Sir told me about often were enough to know how wonderful and scary this man was! The stories. Some good, some really scary. I started to think that He was the one who they thought of when they invented the term “Sadist”.

Finally, I was told that I was going to meet this mysterious man. We drove to His house, I was in my collar, leash, and was nude. He was pulling into His driveway just as we pulled in and parked. I was escorted out, in a public scene, naked, and fearful. From the stories and seeing where he lived, I figured that it was probably pretty normal for His neighbors to see a naked slave on a leash at Bill’s house!

At that time in my Master/slave relationship, I was still trying to get my bearings on this entire “I am really Owned 24/7” So I was still worried about being seen. Master Bill was as expected. A large man with a gray beard, white hair, ponytail. Looking more like a biker dude than a man who should be getting out of a late model Cadillac! We were introduced and that was almost the last time he spoke to me directly. From there, I was “your slave” as He spoke with my owner. I was getting to like this man.

Inside His house, He pointed to the kitchen and told me what drinks He wanted and what drinks my Owner wanted. And He was right. The house was immaculate. And like ours, I saw the dog dish on the floor, but no dogs. Not even a slave. I served the drinks and sat on the floor next to my Owner, who had me spread my legs so that Master Bill could always see my pussy. He liked to see a slave pussy when she sits down.

He did as i kind of expected. He called me a fat slut slave who He was sure had some great potential. but “she needed to be better trained.” Telling my owner in a laughing manner to be more demanding on me. My Owner defended me, telling his friend “this is what I need and she is what I want. I am happy with her so far.” They agreed to disagree.

That is when something dropped into His alpha male head. Master Bill reached into His vest pocket and tossed me the keys to the Cadillac. Telling me to go out and get His slave out. To bring her in and have her start lunch for us all. I don’t remember seeing another person in His Caddillac, but maybe I was too nervous to really look.

Not even worried about my nakedness, I obeyed and went looking. I was right. Nobody was in the car. or were they? No? He wouldn’t? Would He? I popped the trunk and sure enough, there she was. His naked female slave. In a cage, in the trunk in the Cadillac.

Like this was normal, she smiled and said hello. She knew who I was and was happy to finally meet me. After the hellos, she asked if I could please unlock the cage so she can get out and stretch? She also wanted to know if her Owner said anything to me for her? This was all so normal and natural to her. So, in my startled voice, told her what he told me. She liked what I told her. She seemed happy that she had a purpose to get out of the trunk.

She introduced herself and told me to call her “”slave”. She knew what to call me. She was a skinny thing. Young, under 30 I was sure of. But the marks on her body told me it was a rough couple of years. She was pretty, in a different way. Probably 5’10 tall, less than 120 pounds. her small frame enhanced her large breasts, making them seem too big for her body style, but they were firm and they were beautiful. Whoever the surgeon was, He was the best in the business, I was sure of that. Her nipples were dark as well as large like pencil erasers. Her pussy was laser smooth. She had me check. with it all, she was happy to take my hand and we walked back into the house.

Once in the house, she immediately knelt at His feet. Kissing them and thanking Him for the trip they just came from. Being introduced to my Owner, she did almost the same. She held His foot in her hands and kissed His feet one at a time. I was not sure what to do. So she told me to follow her as we went into the kitchen to start preparing the food.

She told me that when we slaves talk alone, we need to talk softly, the men in the other room had no reason to hear two old slave jabbering. It was always about the Men, Her Master. And that was the start of my most wonderful friendship as a slave with another slave, that I ever had the pleasure to have. She was so far beyond my abilities as a slave, she often scared me in how she would submit.

She was at His side for almost 24 hours a day. When they were not together, we were together. Our Master’s had us walking miles almost every night. Doing exercises and at small events, she and I would be used as cum dumps. the men all wanted to use her. Why not? She was young, tight, obedient, and she had big tits. But I was the warm-up act and the second prize. but we were used well together and often.

When my Owner didn’t need me or was out of town, I was sent to stay with them. I hated those nights as well as loved those times. She and I talked when we could. I watched as He would do things to her that made my skin crawl. But she enjoyed it. She cried her eyes out from the pain and often pleaded for mercy. But in the end, she always properly thanked Him for it and asked for more.

If I was with her and she or I failed anything, we were both punished together. My Owner made sure that i was not punished “as bad” as she was, but He was not nice with the whips, floggers, and crops. When we went for a walk, it was timed and we had to take photos to make sure we did the entire walk in the time He allowed her to be outside the house.

When used by my Owner, she could wear Him out and still not have an orgasm. She was THAT well trained. She could fuck the entire football team and her pussy would be tight for the first as she was the last. And Yes, she fucked a semi-pro team that was in town once or twice. Three times. I know because I was there to offer condoms and water as they did her. She smiled afterward and in a very rough and worn-out voice, thanked her Master for the honor.

Through the years, she did let on that she was raised in a “very” dysfunctional household. That Master Bill had bailed out of a bad situation and provided a peaceful, stable shelter for her to recover from. After doing this multiple times, she offered Her obedience to Him for doing that. It was after we left Phoenix that I found out what the secrets in her life made her enjoy the pain, be that obedient, and agree to the total, no question submission she enjoyed so much. It was not pretty but I do understand how His firm hand in Owning her, gave her the inner peace, stability, and unquestioned love.

All I can say is that in learning more of her past life, I believe some people should never be allowed to be allowed to breed or to be parents. lets just leave it at that.

Sadly, We lost touch after moving here. She was never allowed much technology. Not one to communicate with others too much. He liked that and she did too. Then about three years ago, we were asked to attend a memorial for Him. Not knowing He had been sick with cancer for a while. But it was not much of a ceremony. Some from the “old Guard” in the phoenix BDSM community held a service. People came and said some kind words and they left.

His slave had to be drugged to be there. She was also chained to the floor next to His urn. Some questioned about her future. Nothing was really said and we never got a firm answer on her health or stability. She was unable to really talk with us. We said what needed to be said and we left. We learned that His brother took her to His place in Tucson and basically retired her from service. She never really came out after that and dropped communicating with everyone. Or was not allowed to communicate. We will never know.

Today, Master-Sir got an email telling us that she had committed suicide this past weekend. No memorial, her ashes had already been scattered with His over the desert area where they loved to hike. I guess not being owned or not having her master to serve, was too much for her. She needed to be owned. She needed to be used. And she needed Him.

In peace, her ashes are now where I guess maybe she found the most peace with Him. She always told me how much she loved those times He would take her out there to hike the desert trails. She, of course, would be nude except for her collar, leash, and hiking boots.

After their hikes, when we would get together for chores or our walk, she would smile as she relived their latest hike. Telling me how many men used her on the trails. How many fucked her or how many times she had to stop to give a man walking his dog, a blowjob. She swore, they were never in any danger or legal troubles. Most people either stopped to talk or just walked past them. She was happiest when she was on His leash. with Him pointing out the beauty of the desert as He used her on the trails for His entertainment, pleasure or His need to release some pent up energy..

I cant say that I will miss her, knowing we have been distant for the last few years. I will cherish what she taught me about true friendship, loving your Owner, deep service and absolute obedience. I will remember our times together and the fun we had being used, being needed, and being together. I would never have made it this deep into my own submission if I had never known her. She taught me how to live the life in full color.

I am hoping she is in peace and they are together forever. i never want to know what my life would have been like, had I never met her.

A New Pool Boy

July 28, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir ran His own very successful pool cleaning company when I first met Him in Phoneix. when we moved to Las Vegas, He sold the business to a friend fo his. In Las Vegas, he maintained our pool with my help until His best friend sold the service in Phoneix and moved here. The friend enjoyed the business, but just needed a change of scenery. So he closed that pool business and moved here.

Master-sir set Him up with a few executive pool clients to keep Him busy until he found a “real job”. The friend kept busy cleaning pools for the first few months in Las Vegas and He has always maintained ours.

That all changed this week with the blessing of everyone involved. (Get ready for name dropping here) The son to my Owner’s Boss (The Son to The Boss), apparently enjoyed my servicing Him a little more than imagined and wanted a way to get some replays. (Read: Son Gets Served).

So He was over here the other day getting documents from my Owner His dad needed for work. He saw me out by the pool, naked and getting some leaves and debris out of it. He offered to do it for me. He was fast! moving around, grabbing the skimmer just to see more of my naked body. From the house, Master-Sir saw this little exchange and gave me the silent thumbs up to let Him do it. Apparently the son loved to watch me do it naked, but needed to hide His growing erection!

Of course, as we talked, He kept hinting at maybe getting another blowjob. i kept smiling at His advancements, but I wasn’t sure if Master-Sir would allow that like He did when we were living in His house. but I kept listening to His talking, begging and wanting more information. I finally asked if I could get Him a drink and that’s when I went in to talk to Master-Sir.

My owner was enjoying watching us from the house windows and knew what the boy wanted. He told me “junior” could use two holes, my mouth and my pussy. And only those two holes. Master Sir stressed, “only if HE wants to use them”. Reminding me that HE is in charge of the sex, not me. Yes, I was punished for that last little incident.

He Figured It Out

When I returned to the pool with His drink, I knelt when I served it to Him. He gave me a smirky smile, stopped what he was doing and He looked me in the eyes. He finally asked the million-dollar question. He asked if I was submissive? Wait! what? Who? Me? Why would He ask me that question? <smiles>

In a very shy boyish manner, He said that he figured the way I was always acting, the being nude and doing the pool cleaning. Remembering what I was doing for His father each morning, and what I was doing for His mother, He said he had heard about “people like that” and when he did figure out what we were doing, it started to click with Him.

It wasn’t easy to hide it when we were living there as I was always cleaning. Always letting His mother kind of give me commands on what she wanted me to do and of course, again, his father’s morning blowjobs. it all started to add up to Him and His young, fertile imagination. Now, to Him, we were two really kinky people that were even beyond what he thought of His parent’s kink, their love of swinging.

I had to admit that, Yes, I am submissive to my Husband., In fact, I am called His slave and He is called my Master. but I warned Him that nobody else needs to know that! NOBODY! He smiled and He agreed. As he hugged me for being open, I could see the bulge in His shorts was also agreeing.

Just as I was about to spill all the beans to my young friend about who I really was, my owner came out from the house to tell me that “Our pool boy just called to say He can’t make it this week or next.” How convenient, I thought as I smiled at my young friend. Who was also smiling. I made the comment to the son that now may be the time to suggest to my “Master” that if one favor can scratch the back of another favor. “You want my blowjobs, He wants the pool clean. Isn’t that a nice trade?”

He was confused, scared, and pretty sure he was out of His league here. So I shouted to my Master that “The Son wants to make you a trade. My blowjobs for Him cleaning the pool.” My owner smiled and from across the pool shouted “Deal, Make it Happen” and walked back into the house.

Without another word, I took my young friend’s hand and walked him to the shaded patio area, sat Him on the lounge chair, and started to unwrap my present. His bulging cock. Telling Him He has two choices, my pussy or my mouth. My pussy would need him to be protected (showing him the condoms) but my mouth is free reign. His choice? “MOUTH!” His answer came without a pause. He wanted a blowjob. Ok, but remember that He can get His choice each time He comes here to clean the pool. The catch? He will need to set up times when Master allows it. When He has no other need for me, His fluffy slave. As payment for cleaning the pool, I was to offer Him my mouth or my pussy for His one-time personal use. He agreed, Mouth, today he wanted mouth.

My Time to Enjoy

That moment when I get to pull the pants off and see His manhood, I always love that moment. I neatly fold His shorts and His underwear as I stare at what I am about to enjoy the tasting. He lays back on the chair and let me do what I do best. Spoil Him and enjoy His cock. To see it standing at attention and to know its that way because of me. maybe not because of my good looks, but because it knows, unlike the others who knelt where I was kneeling, I know how to properly worship its long vein filled shaft, the wonderful full sacks beneath and to enjoy it filling my mouth with its warm thick cum as my ultimate reward.

Ok, Maybe I am a little big on myself here, since he told me about some of His lame conquests in college. This old, saggy slave girl can still put those young things to shame!

For me, to be the honored slut slave and to swallow each and every drop of His cum was keeping me smiling. Making sure that I am indeed enjoying the gift he is filling me with by my sounds of joy and fulfillment as well as my body movements. I have been trained to not waste its precious fluid or if I do, to suffer a punishment this young man would never understand. or would he?

Yes, He even tried to guide my head down His shaft, but a little nudge by me and his hands were soon on His chest and I could feel His eyes burning down on my head. His smile was deafening! Unfortunately, He was too excited and way too easy to please. He was all too soon filling the back of my mouth with His cum. I was enjoying it anyway as I swallowed and licked each load and I looked him in the eyes to tell Him I was happy to be used like this.

Per my training, I kept Him in my mouth until he was soft and clean. Then I put His shorts back on and asked if he needed a drink? He was still breathing heavily and asked for His water. I got Him a fresh bottle.

When He was ready, we moved to the shed and I explained where all the tools and supplies were. as well, offered Him some tips on how to do it easier and with less effort then He thinks He needs to do it.

with Him working on the pool, i was being a little tease watching Him, as I played with my breasts or a hand over my pussy while offering Him my well-earned cleaning tips. As well as questioning if he thinks the blowjob should be before he cleans the pool or after? Which one would be most beneficial for Him? Maybe he needs to try it the other way next time He is here. He agreed.

He tried to be “The Man” at the end and as he was getting ready to leave, telling he may need to just fuck me next time and be done with it before cleaning. I smiled, kissed His cheek and sent Him on His way.

The After Thoughts

Master-sir was in the house with the Pretty Brunette and they were both smiling. Even laughing at the whole scene they watched. from blowjob to the tease to the command to be “fucked” just to be done with it! They liked what they saw and commented on my porn like performance.

It was a fun little escapade., Not sure where I got the need to tease the poor boy. That was not really normal for me, but I can say it was feeling just so fun and too good to stop. I wanted to see what this “stud Muffin” was really made of. He has a nice cock with a lot of potential. however, I need to get Him to slow down, not be in rush. enjoy the time being pleasured. Then go clean my Owner’s pool!

The Morning After

July 27, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

After my Date Night with my Owner, we came home to find that The Pretty Burnett and her friend from work, had called it an evening and curled up in the guest bedroom together. Peeking into the guest bedroom door, we saw two naked bodies wrapped in each other’s arms. Leaving Master-Sir and I to sleep together in His bed.

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The Morning After

After waking up my Owner and getting Him started with His shower, I went down to start His breakfast. I wasn’t sure if I was making it for Him, or Him plus one or plus 2. I went with just one. Him.

As I was doing the prep and my morning routine of getting the coffee, empty the dishwasher, etc… The work friend (known as “The Friend” from now on) came out of the guest bedroom alone. It was like one of those scenes you see in a movie with the lover coming out of the bedroom. Skinny, pretty little thing with her too pert breasts in the open and wearing only bikini briefs and her Man’s work shirt. Except she was only wearing a work shirt was wide open and nothing more. She had a nicely trimmed runway below.

She saw me and smiled. I asked her if she needed a fresh cup of coffee? She nodded. As I served her, she sat on the barstool and stared at me with a smile. Like a guilty cat smile. I asked if she was wanting to get The Pretty Brunett one as well? She told me she was still “dead to the world” .That it was just us two right now. Meaning there was a question coming.

She just came out and asked if I was “really” submissive to my husband and how do I deal with them being lovers? Ok! Well first, I needed her to define “submissive to my husband.” She told me that The Pretty Brunette didn’t get into specifics, but said that he and I had a “kinky master/slave relationship. So you allowed Him to have a girlfriend?”

Yikes!! time to be open and honest. Shock the friend and send her home quickly… In this situation, I know from past experience that I am allowed to be open and to be honest. And so I explained it to her. I am His slave. Better yet, I am now beyond being a slave. I am His property. He Owns Me! What does that mean? It means I am His to do with as He pleases and that He never has to really worry about me saying “NO!” or what I think. It’s nice that he often does, but as my Owner, He doesn’t have to. He Owns Me! Di I leave anything out??

With that statement, I got a real big smile from her as she leaned in more across the counter to hear the rest. Her reply to my opening my heart and pouring it all out was simply: “and??”

And?? So, we are married for legal reasons, otherwise, He is my Lord and Master. When I told her that I gave Him my ownership, that I consented to a non-consent relationship, I thought she was going to hug me to death! She was now on the edge of her seat and as close to me as she could without kissing me. So I went on. To be clear, I never “allowed” Him to have a girlfriend. I don’t have that right. He just has girlfriends. I am there, as His slave to serve Him and if that means i serve her, then I will serve her. But I never “Allowed” Him to do anything!

Surprising, she was all ears. I mean I never have seen a woman more interested in what I had to say before in my life!

Her Hidden Fantasy

She confessed that she loves it when she has a man who can take charge, Own the moment and “Own Me”. But she wants her demanding career as well. She wants to be the woman she is on the outside but admittedly craves what I have on the inside. So I explained to her my career(s) and that I do have that, sort of. She could too.

She loves that San Diego has some great BDSM outlets and clubs that have BDSM themes. So it’s a little more in the open there. However she hates that because to her its all “show and tell”. Not much substance from what she has experienced. being in the executive levels, you also have to be careful of who you fall for and what you experience in public. Yea, I know THAT feeling!

She went on to say that she got a little jealous when The Pretty Brunette started to open up about her relationship with Her man, my Owner. She was asking that I not read her the wrong way, but she really would love to have something like I have. She was not sure of the depth of it, she could not be THAT much of a slave, but the thought of being Owned, being loved, and living for “Him” excites her. if she was to be honest with me.

I was really beginning to enjoy our little slave to female conversation. I love when I get to have this kind of a conversation with another female. Letting them know it is possible to be a slave in this moderne world and have a working life int he outside world while having that slave role in the private life.

To look at me and how deep into I am is not right. She needs to know that even I did not plan to be this deep in my submission but it happened and I’m glad it happened. So don’t use me as a measuring stick. I’m a little out of the normal range and in a different situation. Everyone’s relationship and the depth of submission will be different.

I was blessed. with time, trust and open communication, here I am “living beyond my dreams”

She went on to talk about how much she hates that when she goes looking online, she keeps meeting men who want her to Dom them. In the business world, the executives she meets, all want to be subtle, yet let her know she “could” be more than just a sales rep. We shared that moment. I hate men who are submissive and Yes, my favorite male slave is my best friend. But I hate that He is a slave!

It was nice that she enjoyed hearing the details of my morning routines. I showed her my bathroom in the garage and she fell in love with the idea of the slave (her) not being able to enjoy the beautiful bathrooms I maintain in the house, but can only use this one small one with the open door and clear shower curtain. I asked and she agreed, to enjoy breakfast with my Owner. She will see more of my morning routine and that may change her mind. She doubted me on that. She was just in heaven hearing about being a slave.

Breakfast is Served

Master-Sir entered the kitchen like on cue. He smiled, kissed me and greeted our guest with a smile and asked if she enjoyed the scenery? Or maybe it was too much for her. She and I both smiled as she told my Owner she was indeed enjoying the scenery of a properly trained and very polite slave. She was envious of Him. Something she has never seen before but had read about in romance novels and now knows it can be real. Hint, Hint….

Setting the plates, she noticed only two and questioned about me? I smiled and put my finger to my mouth in an “Shhhh” signal. She sat down on one side of the table, Master-Sir sat in His usual spot. I served them the food then knelt in my spot. Her looks down at me were priceless.

When Master-Sir fed me His first piece of food with His hand, I thought she was going to lose control. Maybe even have a little orgasmic moment. But she held herself together. Smiled and moaned a little bit. My owner took it as a bad sign and questioned her feelings. “Too much slave stuff for you? ” He asked. she smiled, i smiled as she was careful in her response. Saying that she was enjoying seeing this “unique” relationship that her best friend has introduced her to. Yes, Nice!

I told my owner that “she knows and she approves 100%” I filled Him in on her asking about who i was. Not to give away her secret, but to let Him know that she was told of who I am (slave) and who He is to me (owner). And yes, she really has come to like what she sees 100%. “She knows that I am here to serve her as well because it is what the house wench does with the Master’s guests. Correct Master-Sir?” Master-Sir smiled as He handed me another piece of food to eat.

That’s when a few light bulbs come on in her head. She pointed to the dog dish in the kitchen and commented about why she hasn’t seen any dogs or cats in the house. “Nope, Just one Bitch slave,” said my Owner. And I smiled.

We started to hear some noises from the guest bedroom. The Friend buttoned up her shirt as we realized The Pretty Brunnette was waking up. Master-Sir sent me in with a cup of coffee to make sure she didn’t need anything. I was happy to do so but worried about what her mood would be. I know letting the lowly slave have Her Man for a night wasn’t an easy thing for her do let happen.

Entering The Female’s Den

Knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, i was slow and cautious. I saw her in the bathroom, so I knelt at the bedside. Holding her fresh cup of coffee. she took it, smiled, and even thanked me. she asked if I enjoyed the night with my Owner. I thanked her for the night and expressed my apologies knowing it took time away from them. She smiled and said it was worth the sacrifice.. She told me that she had a “really wonderful night with her friend” smiles, smiles, smiles…

Handing me her clothes from the night before, she told me to follow her upstairs so she could get ready for the day. I did as she commanded. Walking through the living room, she stopped to say hello, kissed my Owner and Her friend, then we went upstairs.

When we were alone again, all she wanted to hear was the sexual parts of the night. How He teased, me, used me and what did I enjoy about it? I remained humble in my explanations, reminding her that i know my place and know it was a very special night and that I will be ignored the rest of the time she is here. While I enjoy pleasing them and whatever they need from me. Letting her know that I was well pleasured last night and the problem is resolved, I am now ready and committed to serving them in any way I can for the next couple of weeks. I was doing Good! She laughed as she sent me downstairs to get her breakfast started.

After they all had breakfast, the scraps were put into my dish as Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette went out to the patio. Her friend wanted to stay in the house and talk “with the slave”. So I answered her question before she asked it. Yes, the food in the bowl is mine to eat. Nothing more. She smiled. I cleaned up the kitchen, sensing she wanted to help, but I would not let her. I freshened her coffee cup then went out to make sure my Owner and His lady were doing ok. They were. They were discussing last night and that led them to an early morning fucking in the pool. The friend and I watched from inside the kitchen as we continued to talk.

The call from The Pretty Brunnette to her Friend to come out and join them in the pool ended the conversation as she watched me grab fresh coffee as she followed me out to serve them. She did what was expected. Got naked and join her friend as well as my Owner in the pool. I spent the day serving the three with snacks, food, and a little sexual playtime clean up duties.

Nothing more was said about my date with my Owner or the sex that we had. The problem was stated, it was discussed, it was solved and life went on.

I am a very loved slave and my place in His life is very secure. I see it all as a wonderful learning opportunity for me as well as I am sure it was for Him. The Friend has decided to spend the next few days with them before she needs to head east to visit her family. So that will keep life here a little more interesting for at least the rest of the week!

Master & Slave Talk. Have Sex

July 26, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

I know, not an original way to start a blog post and the title is pretty boring. A Master talks with His slave then has sex with His slave. Ok? But this was not a normal talk and the sex was pretty amazing considering the circumstances. Some may say after reading this that it was “Pity Sex” the Master had for His slave. I don’t care. it was sex, it was great and we enjoyed it together!

All of this came after I made my last post about Missing Him. By the time I was able to finish the post and make it go live, we had already had a small discussion on its topic and He agreed that we would have a date night out to discuss it. I felt bad because He was really enjoying His time with the Pretty Brunette, and I did not mean to interrupt her visit for Him to tend to me. But I needed some time to talk with Him or I was going to go really bat-shit crazy on Him! Making it into a date night was His idea. So I could not say No?

Thank You to the Pretty Brunette

She did have a really bad Friday at her work. So I know she was really wanting to spend a wonderful evening by the pool with a few friends and Her Man, my Owner. She sacrificed all that so this lowly slave could have some special time with her Owner to discuss her supposed mental health. Just for the record, I never expected it to end with sex. However, it was very much appreciated and welcomed!

So on Friday evening, while it was still a warm 110 degrees out at 5pm, He had me wear a simple white sundress, a black colored bra that would show thru and my sandals. He surprised me with a beautiful floppy beach sunhat to wear. Making it kind of a carefree evening feel. He even made the reservations at our favorite restaurant on the Strip, the Peppermill. And He drove! I was not sure what He was expecting, but I was not expecting all of this.

The Pretty brunette made it a point to please enjoy ourselves and for me to be nice to her man. But to enjoy the evening.. She was going to have a quiet night poolside with a lady friend who is in town from her office.

we arrived in record time since traffic to the Strip is now light and easy. After being seated and ordering, I had Him read my last post. I really wasn’t sure if this would be the place to do it, but it worked out because we were alone in a corner booth and the social distancing they have in place made it very romantic and private. It helped that we had our usual waitress who leaves us alone a lot more then she would a normal tourist couple.

Master and Slave Connect Again

He assured me I was not being the spoiled slave. He reminded me of the times in bed He put the rubber bands on my boobs, made me sleep or try to sleep with a big anal plug as well as other torturous things He did to me in that bed and elsewhere. So I was not being spoiled. Well cared for? Maybe. But certainly not spoiled.

The quarantine that we are experiencing here in Las Vegas mixed with the other issues surrounding Las Vegas, the resorts, our lives, and the business side of life, has put a lot of pressure on Him and apparently me too. The emotions are not being well cared for or properly fed. So He understood where my issues were coming from.

I was allowed to leave the table to use the ladies’ room. On return, I had to show Him I was not wearing panties and even a time to flash Him my bra. He was making this a love/hate dinner date that was driving me crazy with laughter, fun, and serious discussions all at the same time… We were actually getting a lot of things sorted out that maybe neither of us realized was building up inside our relationship.

In the end, He promised to keep up the erotic torture. He promised to keep up the humiliation in asking friends to just use me as a cum-dump. He promised to watch me more closely to know when I am having an emotional issue. He also promised to punish me if I ever let an issue get this bad. That I need to be more open (?) with my own issues and to understand that even after all these years, I can be a bad slave and I can fail Him sometimes. That maybe I need to fail Him to know I am still human.

To stop being so serious in my dedication. He wants to learn more as well as to read me better in my emotions and my needs. We both need to grow more together. He acknowledged that maybe after all these years, He grew into just accepting my ways and my perfections. He told me that He needs to stop, look, and evaluate a little more closely more often. I am, after all, His pet, His prized property. A little more e observation on His part, He thinks is needed.

After dinner, a nice drive down the Strip to see the lights and the fountain show then home. Along the way, he made sure I was naked in the car and His cock was in my hand or in my mouth. Mostly in my mouth as we went home.

Home is Home

Pulling into the driveway, he opened my door and I walked naked into the garage then into the house. Not caring if anyone saw me. I was enjoying the time with my Owner being His slave. i almost forgot what caused this issue that led to a dinner date and me naked again!

The Pretty Brunette was in the pool with her beautiful friend, they both were enjoying the pool naked as Master-sir made introductions and I was sent for a round of drinks. As I sat in the shallow end of the pool, they frolicked, talked and enjoyed each other’s company for a few minutes. But Master-Sir apparently had other ideas. He ordered me to my bedroom. Immediately.

As I knelt on the floor beside my bed, not sure what i did to be ordered here or what punishment i may be in for. I heard Him come up the stairs and into my room. He cam ein, locked the door behind Him and started to play some smooth jazz. I was told to light some candles as He removed His clothing and lay on the bed.

I was lost, unsure what He had planned so i asked if i needed to get out the paddles? he told me no. He was there to fuck His slave. His cock was starting to grow hard as he ordered me to suck Him. That soon led to me being allowed to mount Him. To be on top. A position I rarely get to enjoy and consider it a reward for good behavior or something like that. I have nothing to be rewarded for, and asked why? He didn’t seem to mind as I did as told me to shut up and enjoy the ride. I did! Oh did I enjoy the ride. He even allowed me to have an orgasm before he came inside me.

He Loved Me

Then what were dim lights were changed to darkness and He changed positions so I could suck His cock clean. I was very kind and very slow in my worshiping of His cock. wanting to make sure He was properly clean and soft and ready for anything else. Then we cuddled. No other clean up, no going for a hot towel. Just his cock go cleaned and he pulled me to His side and wrapped His arms around my waste. I felt His fingers find my nipples as he twisted them a little. then nothing but His body against mine and hearing His soft rhythmic breathing.

Next thing i knew, it was 2am and the whole house was dark.. Master-Sir suddenly woke up and realized he needed to use the bathroom. Instead, He decided to use my mouth, before I realized i needed to use the bathroom. I got in my position on the floor and let His cock fill my mouth with his warm stream. Then as he pulled away, i was given permission to go downstairs and pee as well as wash my mouth out before returning.

When I returned, he kissed me and told me to follow Him into the Master bedroom. i was to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the floor on His side of the bed. Instead, we found the Master bed open. empty. Master-Sir went to the guest room and found the two ladies wrapped in each others arms and sleeping soundly.

Master-Sir whispered to me that I needed to be extra nice to them in the morning as he invited me to sleep with Him in His bed. where He fucked me again. He hasn’t been that horny for me in ages. Years maybe! I need to look. However, I was told not to read anything into it. He reminded me that He still has a nicer, tighter pussy to fuck for at least another 10 days. Yes, to be loved again while still be reminded of what your proper place in His life. I thanked Him for the honor and enjoyed the feeling of being loved as He wrapped Himself around me and fell asleep again.

I am Loved. I am Owned and I am Happy.

Missing Him When It’s Not Him

July 24, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

To those of you who think being a full-time slave is all hot fucks, nights in heavy chains, leather, and of course, naked service, I have a little reminder that there is a dark side to this all. As well, I must also caution you that there will be many times, you will hit the proverbial wall really, really hard and have to push yourself through it. No matter how much pain it causes you, you will need to just push until you get through it and just suffer the pain in silence.

This was the life that I agreed to and I promised Him as well as myself that I would take the good with the bad. This is one of those bad times. I mean, really, really Bad times like I have never had to battle before.

Background

First off, this post was started before His girlfriend arrived. It has been a work in progress. She is now here and I actually found the time to add the final touches to it. There will be a follow-up. I hope it makes sense.

Next thing to know is that My Owner has a nasty habit of torturing me with sexual denial. The reason for this post. He will fuck me in my pussy every night for a week, then declare “no more pussy fucks from Me” Other times, He will stop using all my holes except for His morning urinal. Sometimes He will do this for weeks at a time. Other times He will use me for anal sex only and that’s it. Ignoring my pussy and forbidding me to masturbate.

Usually, these times are when He has other holes He can use. Like when His girlfriend comes to visit. During these times, He may offer me to a few of His close friends letting them know He is not using me (verbal humiliation). And they enjoy using me as a cumdump. Something I tend to enjoy because I know they are like me, doing it for Him.

The last time was a long stretch (3 months). When He would offer me to His friends, He would ask that they be rough with me. Telling them to live out their porn fantasy. Do to me what they cant do to their wives or girlfriends. Just, if they could, make it about them, not worry about me. Use Me. For the most part, I can say they tried their best to be rough. Be quick and use me simply as a depository for their cum. And in some ways I enjoyed that. I always enjoy being used for things that make my owner happy. They using me always makes my owner happy. so I was happy to be used like this.

As His slave, the one thing that keeps me in my happy place is being used for His pleasures alone and that means being shared is one of His pleasures. So it is my pleasure. It can be a good thing beyond just making them and Him happy. Sometimes the men will actually be kind to me and allow me to have a little orgasm as well while being used for their own pleasures.

I love sucking cock and Love sucking HIS cock. But when my Owner uses my pussy, there is an entirely different feeling between us. A different emotional bond between He, my man and me, His slave woman. It’s a unique experience that I always enjoy. Feeling His cock in my sloppy pussy just gives me an emotional high I can’t get from anyone else. And that high will feed me for hours if not days afterward.

This is where it gets difficult to explain. Please understand. I really do enjoy it when he shares me with His friends and when they use my holes. I enjoy being fucked in any manner they want to use me in. In any hole they are allowed to fill, I want them to fill it. I enjoy having them use my pussy or my ass for their sexual relief. I enjoy the humiliation of being commanded to spread my legs for them to fuck me, anytime without them needing to make me happy or satisfied.

As His slave, I enjoy being told that I was given to someone for them to use. To be told I have no say in how I will be used or for how long. Just That I am to obey, make them happy, and make my Owner happy or be punished. It makes Him happy so it makes me happy. Fast, slow, rough or gentle. being used is my sole purpose to my owner. Thankfully as I am aging, my sex drive is increasing. So this feeds into His use of me as much as it feeds my sexual needs to be used more.

The Pain and the Problem

However, during these times when He has purposely refused to use my pussy for His sexual pleasures, I get serious emotional pains. No matter how many times I am used by other men, I miss having Him in my pussy. I miss having His cock inside that sloppy hole that He likes to torture. Other men can fuck me all they want, I will happily serve as their cumdum and make them smile from my service, but its NOT HIM. and it hurts.

Trust me when I say that I get my sexual fix by being used and my “fix” likes it no matter who is in what hole. The more, the better. But when it’s not Him, I have a void in me that just doesn’t get filled and it hurts.

Since no other man using me, gets to be romantic with me (no kissing, etc..) , a few have tried and I cut that off quickly) I have “that” connection with my Owner. There is this feeling of love and attachment when He mounts me. Especially in my pussy. I want HIM there and when He is there, things just seem right.

I’m not sure if anyone reading this is getting it! You may start to think I need to be medicated or something. I love when I know that someone is fucking my sloppy old pussy and is using me for what I am there for, their sexual release. Pure and simple. At my age and with my body, I should be thankful that any man would still want to use my pussy when even their hand would be tighter and more enjoyable. From a quick cum dump to a long, hard fuck. I get off on knowing i am bring them pleasure using me there. But its not anything compared to when He is using that hole for His use, His pleasures or His torment of me. Its an almost unexplained emotional pain when its not Him fucking my pussy.

Now, in normal circumstances I can deal with the emotional crashes this denial brings me. I can let the pain and the humiliation feed me. I know that His torment of me and ignoring my holes like that will end someday day. Maybe it’s like an emotional chastity belt? I’m not sure when I will be released from it, I just know that when it does, He will really have his way with me and I will finally get that emotional void filled again.

My Issue/problem

For the last three months, it has been just Him and I. a few others would use me from time to time. But most of the time, He was the man using me for sex on a pretty regular basis. I mean seriously frequent basis. Some of the times He was really using my holes because His girlfriend was not physically available like she use to be. So I was filling in. She lives in San Diego and would frequently travel to Las Vegas often for work.so they had a great sex life.

When she is here, usually for 3 or 4 days max. I usually get nothing sexually from Him except the morning urinal and to be there to clean them both up after they had passionate sex. I loved the humiliation and could accept the lack of Him not using me for sex. The pain caused was part of the humiliation and it just fed me. I could deal with it and He enjoyed watching my pain.

Again, I am being offered out to His friends so that I may not be so much on edge and dealing with the emotional roller coaster that has suddenly grabbed my life. But it isn’t Him.

The problem is that after an almost three-month dry spell of serious denial, He started to really use me intimately and often. So I went from a long period of being ignored to an almost overnight change to rock star porn life! All my holes were being used and He just could not stop. He was also enjoying the humiliation of using me and telling me I was being used as a poor substitute for His girlfriend. it was unbelievable and I was enjoying it. Maybe enjoying it too much. because the crash was almost unbearable.

I was really enjoying being able to sleep in His bed and have Him use me for All His sexual urges and needs. Sometimes it was to replace her other times it was because He wanted to have sex with His loving slave. It was like we were years ago living in Phoenix. No long term girlfriends, Just slave, Master and Her holes for Him to use and abuse everyday.

Two Weeks Plus

Knowing is worse than not knowing. i know that she wanted this trip to Las Vegas more for their relationship, then for work. Her job made her agree to “self-quarantine” while here for her job. So She and my Owner will be doing their respective jobs, working from the same house for two weeks. I will be here to serve them in any way they need me to serve them while doing my normal “real world” job..

We are on day three and I am already wanting to climb the walls, hump His boots, fuck the doorknob,. whatever to feel Him in me. Not to say anything bad about the other men He loaned me to. They were fun to serve and they used me well and I am thankful for that. but it’s not HIM!

I guess during this lock down or quarantine, I have became a very spoiled slave and now i’m not sure how to not be a spoiled slave.

My Question

The emotional roller coaster at this level is kind of a new thing and both my Owner and I believe it because of the lock-down and isolation. we are working that out.

The main reason i wanted to tell you this long-winded story is to help explain a question that I have.

For those slaves following me here, who are shared. Do you have a different level of emotional attachment or sexual energy when you know its Him using you versus when other men are using you for sex?

For others reading this, is there something like this in your relationship? if you have one that shares? If not, your thoughts would be appreciated.

For me, Having Him in me, mostly in my pussy, is like I feel loved and protected. its different levels of lust and desire. even if He is being rough and cruel, I love the feel of Him inside me. It’s like a key to a lock. when others are “there” its me being of happy service to please them as well as to please my Master. Being used by others is like a quick little side trip t the candy store.

Or am I just being weird and obsessed? or is it the quarantine that has made it more of an emotional wreck and paranoid slave in hiding?

As one slave in a group I belong to said that maybe I am floundering and have yet to admit it to my Owner out of pride. Trying to be His perfect slave and not show Him I am still a human with emotions. Maybe she is right

I hope this wasn’t too long, too many unnecessary details. But I like to make sure I cover the facts and I want to hear your thoughts

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