Living a Consensual Non-Consent Lifestyle (CNC)

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Where’s The Pics??

Good Evening and welcome back!

This is an update and hopefully a more coherent post from my old blog, from many moons ago. Please let me know what you think.

On occasion, I get that email about my profile on FetLife with them asking if I am “real” and why would anyone want to be a slave or live as I do? But then I get the weird one like I just got. “Where are the cock pics?”

At first I didn’t understand the question. Being female, do I need cock pics on my profile to be real? My favorite FetLife photo finds are really those wonderful pics and stories of beautiful women in positions of ultimate submissions. Sexy slaves in bondage looking the way I wished I could look. Me thinking how my Owner would be so happy to have a skinny thing like that as His full-time slave sucking His cock. Instead of a fluffy slave with big, saggy tits sucking His cock.

But the conversation continued. Don’t I like cock pics? What woman doesn’t like pics of nice hard cocks? That question made me stop.  A cock pic? Yes, I enjoy a nice hard cock. In fact, I want one to suck now as I write this.  That is where it stops.

I am The Slave

I’m a slave. I serve at my Owner’s commands. One of the ways I serve is to suck cocks that Master-Sir wants me to suck as well as my morning devotion to His own cock. I get cocks.

That question made me think of another conversation and another series of posts about having sex as a slave. As a slave, I have sex when, where, and how I am told to or as it is offered to me. I have lots of sex – It’s just not on my schedule or how I want it. I don’t get to decide when or with whom I will be having sex with. My Owner decides that.

That made me realize that I have become so deeply Owned and operated,, that if I had to seduce a man, I really I could! Same with a nice cock. I don’t get to select them so I don’t get turned on by them when I see them online. If there is a cock in front of me, I just assume its there for me to suck on it. to swallow his reward.

Is it a turn-on to me seeing the cock? Yes and no.  I love seeing hard cocks. especially if I know that cock is hard and its hard because of me. The fact that it will soon be on one of my holes and i will be serving the man who owns it.

Blowjobs were my first sexual act and is my favorite thing to do. So I like to see a hard cock.  I want to suck a hard cock, but seeing one on my computer screen does nothing for me.  I just like to suck cocks and as a slave, I only get to see the cocks that I am told to suck..  That’s it.  Its simply another way I serve.

Making men smile as I take their cocks down my throat and swallow their reward makes me very happy and in a strange way, it turns me on.. I enjoy that feeling of a hard cock in my throat and I really love the feel of it releasing its warm juices down my throat.

So seeing a cock on my computer screen doesn’t do anything for me. Maybe it’s me, I don’t get it and maybe that makes me weird. But its how I live my life now and I  would not change it even if I could.

Ok, maybe I need some sleep. Hope it makes sense.

She Is Coming!

This morning as I was giving Master-Sir His morning oral worship, He received a phone call from the Pretty Brunette, asking if He has room for her for two weeks? As if He will say no to his beautiful girlfriend! She hasn’t been here for over two months and they are both in need of some serious sexual one-on-one therapy!

He put her call on speakerphone towards the end, so she could tell “That Bitch Slave better get busy and to get her things ready for the visit. That house better be in sparkling clean and proper order. I am in need of some serious home time with my man” She also made it clear that she will be here for work as well. But like Master-Sir, most of the work will be remote. From here. meaning I will have two happy and very sadistic Masters to serve plus my regular job for at least two weeks!

Hinging up the phone, master Sir hard fucked my face, getting His cock to ready for Her. I happily and hungrily swallowed everything He tried to choke me with as He was telling me how happy this made Him and how the weekend just got a lot better for Him.

After I cleaned His cock, He pushed me to the floor, telling me I better get my ass downstairs and start getting things ready before I needed to leave for work. I had a lot of things to do and I needed to get them done ASAP. She will be here later tonite.

She Runs The House

The Pretty Brunnet is very beautiful, I may even say sexy. When I was trying to think of a code name to use for her in my blog, She told me to use The Pretty Brunette. So if there is ever one person who makes me feel so inferior to be with my Owner that I want to hide, it would be her. She is truly a well put together work of erotic art and self dominance. She is a woman who knows what she wants, how she wants it, and when she wants it. So much like my owner. Maybe that’s why they get along so well and can have such long and passionate sex sessions! She also never does anything cheap or fast, Its the best or it’s not going to happen.

The house has to be made up Her way. Since it is normally essentially a bachelor’s house most of the time, when she is here, she wants to add some femininity to it. Her way! That’s what I need to work on before she gets here.

When she started to spend time here, I was made to change hair shampoo and body wash because she used the same brand. And the Mistress of the House can’t be using the same thing the slave of the house uses. even if the Mistress would never see the slave shower, she would know that I was using “Her” stuff and THAT was not going to be allowed. Oh, that caused a huge disagreement with my Owner and myself. We really had some spirited talks about that as well as some serious punishments for me not immediately obeying. In the end, I, of course, went with the cheaper brands when she is not here.

She even has her own pillow and loves a certain set of sheets on the bed. Master-Sir could care less about pillows and sheets, but I am there to make Him happy and that means I have to make Her happy. So sheets change and I dig out her pillow. The only thing that is a reminder of me that is allowed in the Master bedroom is our wedding picture and a picture of me being whipped on the cross. Two framed pieces of our relationship. anything else that even hints of another female, is banished and I put up two large photos of her and Him on the dresser as well as a few other personal things of hers that are kept here.

Getting to have my two images staying in the Master bedroom was a major battle. Not anything disrespectful, i would never disobey my Owner’s wishes. But I really wanted something of me to be in that room at all times. I was His slave who lived there full time and served Him. I really made an argument on why I thought they needed to be there after removing everything else of mine/ours from the room. I think it was after I accepted some painful floggings and caning for my actions, that He saw my deep desire and need for them. So He finally accepted them over her loud objections.

My Men in the Morning

This being Friday, i was supposed to work a half-day and it was a day that Master Chase was going to be stopping by. He told Master-sir yesterday that He was on a half-day and if He could take the slave to work? That meant I needed to set another plate for breakfast and have another cock to suck before going to work on top of everything else going thru my head about The Pretty Brunette ‘s arrival. So I was probably more of a nervous wreck then I thought. Master Chase kind of laughed as I was trying to keep everything flowing properly when He arrived.

After serving my two men their breakfast, i knelt on the floor beside them. Master-Sir was talking about how she was going to be here for at least two weeks. She is normally here a few days, maybe a week to ten days. this will be a long stay. so needed to set up another desk. Master Chase was worried about me. Since I will be sexually ignored even more now with her here. He promised that He will try to find ways to use and abuse me more while my Owner is with His girlfriend.

Master Chase was especially hungry today. Normally He feeds me about half His meal. This morning, He put His plate on the floor and it was almost empty. not much for me to lick. Master-Sir was enjoying hand feeding me a little more today then the past few days. I enjoy seeing His hand with scraps in it as He pets me and tells me to be a good Bitch slave.

After they were done and I cleaned up the table, master-Sir kissed me goodbye and headed to His office, telling me he will try and not make too much of mess before I get home. Smiling, i thanked Him and kissed His feet.

Master Chase followed me upstairs for me to dress for work. Fridays He likes to dress me a little sluttier than normal if a fluffy slave can be slutty and professional. the dress was my white with yellow flowers. Comes down to the knees. Master-Sir had me alter it to show off more cleavage then it was made for. The backside can, if the light hits it, show that I am not wearing panties. I am allowed to wear a bra and Master Chase chose the bright yellow one to accent the flowers on the dress and it offers me no support. So when I move too fast or hard, my boobs will bounce an jiggle. Making me have to walk slow and deliberate all day.

I was able as I cleaned up breakfast and walked upstairs to my bedroom, to change a few things out for hHer arrival and set things the way she wants them. Making my life a little easier for me this afternoon.

Master Chase was in a very playful mood and since His lady is having her monthly friend, He wanted to fuck my pussy after I was properly dressed. I asked to get naked first and He said no. Ordering me on the floor on all fours. Lifting my skirt, he just pushed His cock in and started to fuck me with a rough and forceful way. Apparently he was really in the need for just a cum dump. Just get on all fours, lift my skirt and he fucked my sloppy pussy. Once he finished fucking me, i quickly turned around to suck his cock clean. Trying to not get anything on my dress. I sucked His cock clean and put back in His pants as He was already standing up to leave.

My bathroom is in the garage and so i had a quick moment to wipe my pussy clean before getting into His truck and off to work. My mind was just so scattered that He had to remind me to get naked before I get in the truck. His fast and hard fucking my pussy was enough to get me to edge but I was not allowed to cum. This just was not going to be a good day for me!!

Thankfully my Boss just wanted me to close some records, move a few things from one drive to another and make some files available for some other departments. Things I could do form my desk, be left alone, and not worry about the juices running from my pussy, people seeing the wet spot and my needing to be used again.

Afternoon Details

Back at home before noon. I was able to get the candles out, swap out some of the pool towels, get her lotions where she likes them, and make a few other adjustments to make the house a little more feminine. She will want to go out for dinner. So the kitchen will not be needed. Master -Sir was not able to keep His part of the house clean. work had Him digging into cabinets, pulling out paper reports, and general office mess I was also expected to clean up.

He also wanted me to run His car to the gas station, fill up with gas, and get it washed. thankfully the men at the station know me and they do it all for me if I flash them my tits. The manager also gets a private blowjob while I wait for the car wash.

in a recent chat on one of my slave groups, someone asked when was the last time you swallowed cum? I was the only one to answer that I can’t remember the last day when I didn’t have a cock in my mouth at least once! Today i am going on three cocks and its not even dinner time!

She Arrives

I always feel sorry for her when she has to drive here on a Friday. The traffic, even now with the virus and all that, its a mess and she arrives all frazzled, nervous and in need of a relaxation drink and a foot massage out by the pool.. All from her lover’s personal slave. me!

I have never wanted to or even had as a limit was be with other females. But she just has that presence about her that makes me want to drop to my knees and kiss those beautiful toes of hers and to obey her commands. With the approval and direction of my owner, of course.

The Pleasures of Her Pain

Since the lockdown and all that, she and m Owner have had many wonderful virtual sexual sessions. For my Owner, He used my tight ass as if it were Her pussy. He used my holes frequently when He thought of her. I was being well cared for, being used often by Him for many things sexual and domestic and I was enjoying it after a 90 day period where he only used my mouth.

Now, I must get ready for another long spell of being sexually ignored. while she is here and I know her period has already happened, Master-Sir will not have any need for me sexually . Only for His morning urinal and for cleaning them up after sex. The only two times I will be enjoying His cock. Maybe an occasional morning blowjob during breakfast, but I doubt it. She will be His focus for all things sexual for the next two weeks if not longer.

Times like this have never been easy for me. i want him to use me for something. He will have others use me as a way to get me to calm down and refocus. But its His cock that fills me. I know when its His, its real and it has emotional meaning. Others are there to use me for a cum dump, nothing more. he knows that I will serve them faithfully, obediently, and with a smile. But I will be wanting them to be His cock.

Tonight

Right now, they are off for a romantic dinner someplace off the Strip. then they will come home, cuddle up and probably watch a movie. I will be at His side with fresh drinks and snacks. After the movie, if the usual pattern stays true., they will adjourn upstairs to the Master Bedroom for some long makeup sex. i will be outside, only able to listen to their animal noises until called up on to serve them drinks.

When told to, I first suck His cock clean of Her juices. Worshipping it until he goes soft. Then He will pull me from Hsi cock and push my face into her well-manicured pussy. She will verbally command me to lick Her to another series of orgasms as I try to taste and lick every once of Master-Sir’s cum from her. Then I will be sent off to my room, where she may lock the door so I can not leave until morning. They will fall to sleep in each other’s arms while I try to get some sleep thinking all about what I am missing. .

I know, I am His slave. She is His lover and He deserves to have a beautiful woman like her to romance and have mad passionate sex with. I will be here to serve as needed. Hurting and watching. Wondering and wanting. Obedient and faithful.

Welcome Back!

I am Bitch Slave and welcome to my Blog. It is an adult-only blog about me, a 50 something female living a life of consent-non-consent. BDSM Master/slave. What that means is simply that I am the slave and property of one man who I obey no matter what he tells me to do. I obey my Owner. I live my life to please Him, my lord, Master and Owner.

So if Any Of That offends You, Please Leave Now!

This is a New Blog

For some of you, this may sound like a familiar blog that vanished earlier this year. No Problem. You are in the right place. This is a replacement for a blog that my Owner had to suddenly delete for security reasons without warning. I will be adding some of the old content here as I find it and updating it with new content as I go along and, of course, as my Owner allows me time to do it.

The answers to the four most popular questions:

  1. Yes, I do have an Owner. He is my Master and He approves of this blog.
  2. No, I will not be your slave or be your cyber slave. So Don’t Ask!
  3. No, I will not cam/skype.tik(?)/hangout, talk dirty with you online
  4. No, I will not ask Him for you or give you Hils contact information


If you are under 18 or in a locality where accessing this adult material is not allowed, Leave Now!

Here is a place to start (about me). More to be added as I have the time.

The Son Gets Served

Thursday, they (Master-Sir, The Boss and The Boss Wife) went to run errands and left me home with the commands to clean the house. Focus my efforts mostly on cleaning and organizing the Master Bedroom.

I thought I was alone, so I removed my sundress and started to do my chores naked. When I needed something to drink, I went to the kitchen and that’s when I saw their 20-Year-Old college son in the pool, swimming laps. He was naked as well! So I stopped to admire the sights! When He got up to turn around to swim back, I saw that he was very nicely tanned all over. Well-toned muscles and very well developed in the cock area!

Suddenly I felt the need to be proper and to bring Him his morning coffee. He likes it Black with a touch of vanilla crème. I quickly found my sundress, grabbed a fresh cup and went out to visit my young stud muffin!

Seeing me come out with His coffee in my hands, made Him smile as I watched Him swim to the edge of the pool. Saying hello to me. Not looking too surprised, He thanked me for the coffee as he also asked me for His phone that was sitting on a chair.

I know I was blushing, but He seemed ok., not really showing me anything, but knowing that He was indeed naked. He kept himself mostly in the water, not showing off His young, male body as I had seen earlier while talking to me.
Like me, He thought, after watching the van pull away, that He would have the house to himself. For Him, this meant a chance to get naked in the sun and to swim some laps. He said its his therapy.

He informed me that “we” were alone for at least another 45 minutes. Explaining that He has a family app on the phone, so His parents know where He is and He knows where they are!

After He realized I wasn’t sure why that was important, He got this mischievous grin on His face as He pulled Himself upon the side of the pool. His cock was starting to get hard as He looked at me.

Can you do me a favor? He asked me. I said that I would if I could. He wanted to know if I could serve Him His coffee the way I serve it to His father in the morning.
Ok? I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I wasn’t even sure what to say.

As He looked at me, He leaned over and untied my strings. Telling me to please get naked. He reasons that since he was naked, I needed to be as well. I agreed and slipped out of my dress to sit at His side.

As I did, He started to talk about how his father has a ritual in the morning. For as long as He could remember, His Dad was very punctual about getting up in the morning. He can hear the alarm go off at 5am sharp. At 5:30, His dad will be dressed for work and walk into the kitchen, grab a fresh brewed cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen bar to read the newspaper. Alone, in peace and quiet. By 6am, He is ready to face the day just as His mother is usually just starting to wake up.
I was interested in how He knew this.

Just as I started to fear where this was going.
He told me that there are three security cameras inside the house. One is in the kitchen pointing out towards the patio and the pool. Just in line with the breakfast bar.

Now I knew I was blushing, smiling and getting a little wet as I watched His cock get straighter and stand taller as He explained how he checks the cameras on His laptop occasionally and found this routine.

He also mentioned that a few late nights He caught some views of Mom and Dad doing things on the kitchen counter that makes Him, not want to eat on it anymore.

I was right about where this was going. He said that since I came into the house, Dad’s routine changed a little and that now He likes to get up early to watch, Not watch His father, but to watch me.

As the Father, my Owner’s Boss requested, I am in the kitchen making His coffee at 5:30, wearing nothing but my sundress. Right at 5:30, His father walks in the kitchen, is greeted by me handing Him a fresh cup of coffee and the morning newspaper.

Other than maybe a “Good Morning” no words are exchanged. He sits down on the bar stool, opens up the paper and starts to read while He enjoys the taste of His coffee. Just as He sits down, He unties the straps on my dress and I slip out of it. Naked as I kneel under the bar and take His cock out of His pants to begin to worship His cock.

Slowly putting it all into my mouth, plenty of tongue action. I pull a little out and lick the shaft. Planting kisses on it as I work down to His balls. Engulfing them into my mouth and washing them with my tongue.

After every inch can be properly kissed, I return to putting Him entirely in my mouth and perform a slow blowjob.

He is not paying any attention to me, as I am figuring He is enjoying the feel of my mouth while reading the morning news and sipping His coffee as I feel Him slide back on His chair. I sneak a little look from Him before I see His eyes go back to the paper.

Finally, He makes a slight adjustment that tells me He is about to fill my mouth with His cum. I slip out a little bit so that I may enjoy the feeling of the warm liquid pulsing into my waiting throat. Swallowing each shot with a slight gasp for air before the next one.

With Him moaning and moving a little, once I am sure He has unloaded all that He will reward me with, I hold it in my mouth. Swallowing each drop I can find until He is soft. I make once last lick to make sure His cock is clean before I put it back into His pants. Kissing His feet, I thank Him. He may grunt or something, but generally ignores me as I crawl away to get back to whatever it was, I was doing. Usually getting the kitchen ready to make everyone something for breakfast.

The Son said he doesn’t really see me once I am under the bar, but my head pops up occasionally as His father checks on my progress and smiles. He does not enjoy spying on His father like this, however, to see and to know what I am doing is a huge turn on for Him.

He asked if I feel worthless or what because there just isn’t any emotions there. But yet, to this young buck who gets plenty of pussy, it just seemed like a huge turn on and as I looked at His cock, I knew He enjoyed telling me the story.

So I had to ask Him. A young man with his smarts and his body, I was sure He got as much sex as He wanted. So why would he want something from an old fluffy chick like me??

As we were talking, His hands were fondling my breasts. I never asked Him to or indicated he could. He just reached over and started to play with them as he talked.

He assured me pussy is usually relatively easy. Yes, He gets plenty of that from some hot chicks at school and the activities He was involved in. But blowjobs? They are a little trickier. Not too many girls will just start sucking a cock without some foreplay, some negotiations and even then, most don’t swallow!

And now with the lockdown, the virus and all that. Really not easy to get anything!

That’s why He thinks it was ”So Fucking Hot” that His dad just got His fresh coffee, casually sits down and opens the paper. Meanwhile this lady just gets on her knees and sucks His cock without question, comment or command. Like she enjoys being used like that (I do)

I had to let Him know it was my pleasure and it was making me wet to do it and to talk about doing it. His father told me that doing that helps Him get His day started. He is now more focused and ready for the day ahead.

The son had a smile so large I thought His face was going to break. His cock could not get any taller either, I was sure of that! And His fingers were rolling my hard nipples between them. I was trying my best not to started moaning, I wanted to hear what He was telling me.

I asked if He could not say anything to anyone about any of this and I will do as He asked. He smiled and leaned back on his hands. I told Him that it may not look like it, but I find it kind of a turn on to be used like that. Not many do and He should always respect the women. But for me, No emotions, no love or need to be cuddled. Just get busy sucking His cock. To just enjoy the fact that He is enjoying the blowjob like I am.

A nice way to start, don’t you think?

I assured Him it is different with my “Husband” whom I respect and would never do it without His blessing or permission.

He did the entire “scouts honor, cross my heart, won’t tell a soul” and promised what we just talked about or do will stay between us.

I smiled as I leaned over and took His entire cock into my mouth and started to suck its full length and wrap my tongue around the swollen head. His one hand found my breasts and held on to it as I sucked and kissed His cock.

He was surprised I could take all of His cock in one motion. He was good-sized, not too large. It was Beautiful to look at! Almost like His father. Father was a little wider He was taller. But either one is easy!

After I made sure to lick, kiss and suck His shaft, His balls then back to His head, all without using my hands, I started to feel His movement and His moaning became louder.

He started to motion like He was trying to fuck my throat. I had to stop and tell Him to relax. It’s my job to do the “work”. He laughed a little and apologized. He wasn’t used to not having to beg or to get it to happen. I hear that often.

What started as a cock worship, turned quickly into a blowjob as I knew He was about to fill my mouth with my reward. I was hoping He would have better stamina, but He was ready to fill my mouth. He had a lot of it and it was warm and thick. Not sure why, but it tasted very good and I loved feeling it as I swallowed each thrust. Hearing him purr and moan was just music to my ears.
I stayed on His cock until my young stud had enough and went soft. Letting it go then sitting back.. Trying desperately to not thank him. He smiled and told me that was “Amazing! “

Right before He jumped back into the water, I asked if there was anything else I could get Him? He smiled and said that worked up an appetite, He could use something to eat. A bagel or something. And more coffee!

My response was “Yes Sir. Hoping He didn’t hear that, but really didn’t care. I was being a bad slave, I was going to be punished, so I need to make it worth my pain!
I walked back into the kitchen smiling.

Texting Master-Sir to let Him know I was being obedient. He was happy tat I was serving. Not happy I did it without His permission, but also knew that I was told to be “of service”. So it’s a fine line I crossed. We would talk about it later. Just for me to continue to obey.

When I returned with his bagel and coffee, His was already out of the water, sitting on the side. I let Him know that in school and work, He still needs to respect and honor a normal girl desires. Just to know that I’m just not normal!

Sorry, but most women want something in return. Some kissing, hugging, etc. make them feel wanted. I am taught to be more pleasing! And that I just like to suck nice cock!

He looked at his smartphone saying they must have stopped for something to eat. Still about 45 minutes away.

When I asked him to keep this all between us, I assured Him that His father was not doing anything behind His mother’s back. She was aware of this and that was one of the reasons I wanted this conversation to be kept private. He assured me that He knew Mom and Dad were into something kinky. So no big deal.
That seemed to give his once limp cock new life.

Just for the record! It was nice to be around a young stud! He was already getting ready for more action!

As I knelt to serve Him his meal, I asked if this was the same way He wanted it? He smiled and asked if there was any other way?

I was naked, on all fours, my saggy tits were out there for Him to play with and pinch. He was enjoying them. My ass was ready and I knew my pussy was wet.
I am not sure why the words just came out of my mouth. Being there alone, with a young stud who for whatever reason was enjoying being around me, naked and with an erection. But I just knelt at His side and asked “Have you ever fucked a fluffy girl’s sloppy pussy before?”

That smile came back, and His cock grew stiffer as He told me “No”. Just the sexy cheerleaders and upper-class girls like he was supposed to. Kids in His class always talk about the other girls as being not good enough. But this is not what He thought it was like!

After the “World Class Blowjob”, seeing me naked and playing with my saggy tits, He told me he needed to try.

I laughed, telling Him not to worry, he can’t hurt me or break me like He could those other girls. “I was made for hard use” was my comment. Hoping that since He has been very forward with me so far, He may be that way fucking my holes.

Looking back, I think it was just the way it all happened and the fact that He really just wanted to be a real stud without any of the attachments. Knowing He could do what he wanted with a fluffy old lady with big milking tits, nobody was going to find out and embarrass him. He could have all the fun in private.

His cock was ready as I got on all fours and directed His cock into my pussy. He never put down His coffee and was even chewing on the bagel as I started to push in and pull out. To ride His cock and not have Him worry about pleasing me or hurting me.

I knew that a punishment would be coming once Master-Sir got home, but this was just too good for little ol’ me to pass up. I’ve always been a good slave. This one time I became a submissive slut won’t ruin me! I promise!

I saw from the corner of my eye that he had finished the bagel and put the coffee cup down. He grabbed my hair and started to really ride my pussy. Telling me I was right. It was “pretty fucking sloppy” but also so hot and wet. He loved it.

I was moaning just as He was huffing and puffing then moaning as His cock finally gave me a second load of His reward. I was a happy camper. A young stud could do it twice in one hour and wanted to use me for the honors?

He pulled out when He thought He was done. I quickly turned around, smiled, and told Him I needed to make sure he was properly clean as I opened my mouth for His cock. I love feeling a cock after it has cum. They usually have a little bit of after cum left that just needs to be milked and loved.

Soon as I finished and let His now soft cock go free. He smiled, thanked me and jumped back into the pool.

Update:
Later in the day, after all was done and He was dressed and back to normal, I asked for His thoughts. Such a studly young man using an old saggy thing like me. He was very happy with what He did with me. He enjoyed not having to have that “mushy stuff” and like His father, He enjoyed, actually said it felt free to not have anything to worry about after He came. Just fuck me then hit the pool and we were both happy.

He was also hoping to have a repeat. I assured Him He would whenever He wanted to.

Master-Sir was proud of His slave for offering to be of service to Him. That part, offering coffee and my mouth for His use was appropriate since we are living in His parents’ house.

Master-Sir was upset, and I was punished for deciding my own sexual use. Had He told me that He wanted to fuck my pussy or any other hole, I would have been ok. But I decided how I wanted to be used for His sexual pleasures. I suggested or asked Him to use a specific hole (my pussy) That is a BIG No-No. For that, I was needing to be punished.

I will accept my punishment knowing I enjoyed being bad that one time. Master-Sir deserves a better behaved slave.

Temporary Changes

Last weekend, Master-Sir’s Boss was about to invite us over to their place for a Saturday pool day. When He heard we were under a voluntary evacuation because of the wildfires behind our house, He invited us to stay with Him and His wife while the fires raged on.

It wasn’t so much of an invite as it was just expected that we would accept their hospitality! So that’s where we have been.

They live in a gated community, in a big executive style house for just them and their 21-year-old son who is going to college. I mean, this house is gorgeous, yet it’s just so huge for just them!

We have the “downstairs bedroom” which includes a small kitchen and bath area. Basically, it’s a small apartment with a HUGE bedroom with a BIG Master bed!

The good thing is that they know we are Master/slave. They are/were swingers. The wife likes that I am there for her husband when she is not in the mood or having “female issues”. The Boss is one of those men who love to use my mouth whenever He is at our house. Now it’s easier because I am in His house! So, now He doesn’t have to travel so far for a quick blowjob!

After settling into our new stay, the three of them sat around the pool, I served them drinks then listened as they discussed how to share the house slave and what they can do to keep her busy. The house slave of course is me!

I had no say in the matter and was not consulted or asked for my input. But I will live by their rules and will accept their agreed-upon punishment.

Since they do entertain often for business, they have a son living there who is going to college and all three will be working mostly from the home, they also came up with a workable dress code for me.

Outside of the bedroom area, I am to be dressed simply in a sundress and sandals. No bra or panties. In the bedroom area, I am to be naked. The Boss made sure that I can be topless anytime with a quick pull of my shoulder ties. He loves to see my big saggy boobs and pull on my hard nipples for fun.

The funny thing is that it was the Wife who likes to make sure I am topless as often as possible. She, of course, never out of formal dressage. Always properly dressed, always the finest clothing, jewelry, and her hair is always properly done.

The wife is one of those “well cared for” beautiful women. In Las Vegas, we like to call them Arm Charms. Although she is a very smart woman who is also in upper management. She earned her job by good education and hard work. Not just be being beautiful. Although I am sure her beauty opened a few more doors for her!

I always think of her as maybe once a high school prom queen or even homecoming queen. Was probably popular in college. Now, with the help of medical and crème, she still had a beautiful face and a proper figure. Master Sir really likes her figure, especially her boobs. When I washed her bras, I saw she was 32D!

With the fires, the virus scares and everything else going on, I need to be kept busy and focusing on my serving. I need to be kept busy. Even the most dreaded, menial work will make me somewhat happy to do to get my mind off everything and get me to hyper focus on my obedience.

This happens to work out nicely because now, their usual once a week maid has cut back on what she will and will not clean. They all have cut back to reduce possible exposure. So, The Wife assigned me to clean the house from top to bottom.

I figure that will be about two weeks worth of work as I need to fit in my usual “real job” int here as well! On top of the cleaning, I must not forget my priorities and that is to make sure my three Dom’s are well cared for while they work and play.

The fires are almost out and maybe after the Holiday, we can return home. That will be determined later. But for now, I am enjoying being used by three very dominant and caring people who are working and living together and not forgetting they have a slave at their disposal to use and abuse as they see fit. I have learned quickly that they have no problem using me for the needs while simply ignoring the needs or desires of the slave. That is what makes them the Master and me the slave!

So, if you are curious as to why I have not been on here very much lately, it is because I am in my happy place. May you also be in your happy place this wonderful holiday weekend!

why I am Not “Poly” with my Master

That lasted a little longer than Master-Sir or I had expected. Being back online less than a month and “the question” finally came up.

We were both expecting it to pop up in my inbox or comment on one of my posts within the first week. No, it took almost three weeks!

It was surprising because it happened twice this weekend. This was the last one:
“So you have sex with your Master’s girlfriend’s, that’s Hot. That’s also one of the many benefits of being poly”

Never in my life, even with other Master, I had never wanted to and have never initiated any kind of sexual contact with another female. For whatever reason, I never had a desire to see another woman as sexually pleasing. I just never thought about it or wanted it. Thankfully no previous Master made it a part of our relationship. I have always been male/female.

However, my Owner now has different thoughts about His property and about how she can and will be used.
As a slave, a seriously Owned and operated slave, I have no say in anything to do with my sexuality, who I have sex with, or IF I will ever have sex in any shape or form again. Those decisions I turned over to my Owner the moment I accepted His collar.

We talked about it before committing.
One of the things we talked about the very first night we met, is what He meant as a Master the rules He had for His slave. One of the rules His slave would have to live under was that HE alone would decide the fate of my sexual uses. How, if and by who, they would be used. Or not be used.

In that same conversation, He made it very clear that I would be HIS slave, and as such, I would not hide anything from Him. But as my Master and my Owner, He would not have to be as open with me about who or what He was doing. He made it clear He would continue to have girlfriends, but He would only have one slave. ME!

After becoming His slave, I had met one of His girlfriends. she had accepted me in the bedroom while they have sex. I was usually on the floor on His side of the bed or standing in the corner. If she objected, I would stay in my room until I was called to serve.

The serving was usually a warm towel, washcloths, or drinks. Then I would immediately do as I was trained and orally clean off my Owner’s cock. Licking and sucking their juices from Him while she would use other means.

After a few times with that, and the fact that i was on friendly terms with her, He made the change. After sex, they were laying back on the bed enjoying the afterglow. While I was just finishing worshipping His cock, I could feel her hand only head and some comments about what I was doing to Him or for Him. He said something to her about getting clean and without warning grabbed my hair at the base of my neck, a spot He knows makes me melt with pleasure, and pulled me from His cock into her spread legs and gleaming wet pussy. Telling me to “clean it”.

My only response was “Yes Master” as my tongue took its first dive into her wet pussy filled with His juices.

To be honest, I don’t remember much of that first time, as I wanted to block from my mind. I do remember focusing on trying to taste Him from what I was licking and swallowing. as well, I wanted to listen to what they were saying so that I could hear Him, and know if was pleased with my services. He was and commented often on how well I was making her smile and start to moan.

After my services were no longer needed, I was sent back to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed. her favorite place for me other than the corner of the room.

So I am not “bi” and I am not “poly” – I am a slave that is used for the sexual services as my Owner determines them. I have gone weeks without anyone using any of my holes while I am used to cleaning them after they had sex. I have gone months with only my mouth being used for sexual pleasures.

As His slave,I have suffered being used and abused brothers for their sexual pleasures. I have gone months living in great sexual frustration because I was not being used, not being shred. Then I have also been allowed to have some mind-blowing, earth-shattering sexual orgasms at the permission of others.

I get it all and I get to experience it all at the permission of my Owner. He decides what is the best use for His slave.

The Moment it Became Real!

People ask me “when did you know you were owned” or some silly variation of the question.

I have always known that He owned me. When our one year anniversary was approaching, it was difficult to find a gift that I could give Him to show Him my appreciation and dedication for owning me and turning me into the slave that I had always dream to be. Making my dreams a reality and taking me beyond everything I ever dreamed of.

When we had met, he had asked me for my fears, my “Likes and dislikes” and my list of “Oh Hell No” Over that year He had taken the ones that were important to Him and turned them into “Anytime he wants to Do That”.

The big thing that most people don’t get, is that He took away the ones that made no sense to Him. Why worry about things he has no interest in doing or in making His slave do?

In short, in one year, He took away every reason a slave could have for wanting to end the relationship. I no longer had that one thought buried in the back of my head. The one so many women always have after a few bad relationships. “what to do when it goes bad” I stopped wondering IF it will ever end and started to live as if it really never will end.

So for the one year anniversary gift to my Owner, I decided to give Him ME!
From that day forward, I would never think about anything except what I need to do to make Him happy. No more safe words, No more limits. if He commanded, I obeyed.

That’s a lot of trust to hand to one person.

Several weeks later I would be reminded of my gift to Him. it was the middle of the week and we were out for lunch with a long time friend of His whom I had never met before. we were at our favorite restaurant and I was introduced to the friend as His slave. Nothing new there.

His friend had a few questions about the introduction. But since the two men were old friends, he had no issue with that. The friend expressed some curiosity because I was not the type of woman my Owner would normally date.

Master-Sir was very upfront and told Him we never really dated. That we always had been Master/slave. period. His friend should see the women that He really dates!

The conversation was fun, stimulating, and educational during the meal. The friend got to like me a lot more as the meal went on and started to talk more with me. something I am usually uncomfortable with, but my owner allowed it.

Afterward, we went outside, walked out to a park near the restaurant, and the place we had parked.

At one point, the friend became more focused on our relationship and just how much of a “slave” I really was. since we were now in the park and not around anyone, He could ask more pointed questions.

My Master and His friend started to get graphic and my Owner made the remark that His friend seemed to enjoy staring at my saggy boobs thru my loose blouse.
The top three buttons were missing so it also showed plenty of cleavage.

The friend smiled and said he in fact enjoyed watching them all the time he was eating. the blouse I was wearing didn’t leave too much for the imagination. He then told my Owner that if ever possible, that He would someday like to see them for real, out in the open.

Master-Sir turned to me and told me to show His friend my boobs. right there, right now.

So I nervously put my hands on my blouse and slowly started to unbutton the few remaining buttons while looking around to make sure we weren’t being watched by some overbearing parent with their child in the park.

That’s when I felt the hard slap of my Owner’s hand to my face and a deep-voiced, command to do as I was told. Master-Sir firmly informed me that my hesitation was not proper and not acceptable. I stammered about needing to watch for others. Master-Sir quickly reminded me that I belong to Him.

It is up to Him to make sure His commands are proper for the location and the surroundings and that my only worry is to be sure that I was doing as I was told.

I quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse and with both hands, opening up so that the wonderful friend could see my saggy boobs. See that in fact, they are big, they are real and the nipples are always rock hard, wanting to be pinched and fondled.

I quickly apologized to my Owner as well as His friend for being disobedient and promised never to hesitate after being given a command again.

At that point, I didn’t care who saw. My owner was proud enough in His ownership of me and my body, that He wanted to show off my saggy tits in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of a city park. I will do my best to make sure it’s done and that those looking can enjoy the scenery.

As I stood there, holding my blouse open and staring into the eyes of His friend, seeing the smile he was giving me back. he was enjoying seeing my boobs as much as he was enjoying being able to see them in the open, in public like that.

Instantly, I just knew that I was now 100% owned and operated by my Owner and that He knew what was best for His slave. There was no going back to my old life.

My Owner was right. he had never given me a reason to not trust in anything that He said. why would he give me an order to flash my tits in a city park if he thought there was a chance of being seen or being caught and jailed?

He had made sure with a quick scan of the park, that it was safe before giving me His command. its what an Owner does. Protects His property while also wanting to show it off.

That flip of the mind was the last little bit of my old world I still had in me. The one who still saw me as a thirty-something female who was living as a slave with her Master.

That slap and that command, made me stop looking at myself like that and started to see me as what I was and what I wanted to be. I was from that moment on, 100% owned by Him. I was and I am a well cared for piece of property.

I am not a woman, I am a slave who is owned and cared for.

And I have never looked back. In a strange but wonderful way, I feel like I have more freedom now as His slave then I had before that moment. I have no concern for what other people think or want from me. He tells me what to do and I do it. I make Him happy and that is what I live for.

I am Owned. I am His slave. No question about that. It took a lot of trust and one well-placed slap in a city park and one moment of flashing my boobs out in public for me to truly understand that!

He Used Me For Her

Yesterday I was upstairs in Master’s bedroom cleaning. I heard Him talking on the phone as He was coming up the stairs. From the conversation I heard, I knew He was talking to Her. The Pretty Brunette.

She lives most of her time in Southern California and got caught up in the lockdown/quarantine there. So, she has not had any opportunity to come for a visit. Master-Sir really misses that and so do I.

She is a beautiful woman inside as well as out. Intelligent like no other. She is tall, statuesque with perk, pointy tits. Unlike my large saggy ones. She never leaves the house unless she is dressed to impress. Yes,, maybe a spoiled beauty queen. Or as we call them in Las Vegas, Arm Charm. But with brains and an executive position. She can talk on any subject intelligently with anyone. She has the pose of a beauty queen and in private, can be one of the kinkiest, sex starved people I have ever met.

If there was ever a time my Owner should abandon me and take up with a real woman, she would be the one I would have expected to lose Him to. But she tells me who would serve them breakfast and handle her dry cleaning??

She is also the only woman Master-Sir has ever dated, who took the time to show me how she likes her pussy pampered. How, after they have hot, steamy sex, she likes her pussy gently licked thoroughly clean. To be kissed and worshipped down there. How, even when they are not having sex, she wants her pussy to be properly worshiped by me.

He was talking about me to her. I knew what that meant. He was going to need a tight hole to fuck and pretend it was really her beautiful, tight pussy He was enjoying.

I like as much as I hate these moments. Simultaneously think about the pain as well as the pleasure that is about to come to me. More the pain of the verbal humiliation. She loves to play the mind games with me while He enjoys the pleasures of using me for her. They are the perfect team.

Also the pain in knowing that it has been 69 days since the last time He really used my pussy for sex, not just a primer for other things. Several of His friends have used my pussy for sex in those days. Or as a cum dump in that time. But that is not the same as having your Owner use your pussy for His sexual pleasures. The feeling is different.

As he walked into the room, He commented to her that He found me in His bedroom, on the floor, on all fours. “My slave is already in place to be fucked” He remarked to her. A moment of silence as He listened to her reply. “Her sloppy pussy is always wet when she knows I am about to use her. “

He continued His verbal humiliation as He snapped His fingers at me, signaling me to stay on all fours as He unbuckled His pants and began to undress while still talking to her.

“Yes, Bill, Chase and I think Lonny has fucked her pussy. They just needed a quick hole to use and so I told them to use her. “ Master-Sir is right. Bill’s wife was on her period and hates anything sexual during that week or so. He finds that she is turned off by it to be arousing and likes to fuck my pussy. He likes the bonus of being able to get a quick blowjob whenever He wants.

Master Chase is in between girlfriends and just needs a wet pussy to fuck often. Lonny hasn’t had sex with His wife all year. So any sloppy wet hole He can fuck will make Him happy. Especially one who sucks His cock clean afterward and lets Him play with her saggy full tits while she does it.

I heard some laughing on her side when He asked me when was the last time He fucked me? I told Him “69 days, Sir” . Apparently knowing exactly how many days since the last time the man you love fucked your pussy was to laugh about. He continued talking to her. “Now sweetheart, why would I want to fuck that old sloppy thing when I have your beautiful pussy to enjoy?” Yes, I always wondered that as well. “Shit, I bet I could put my entire fist up that thing right now and she would hardly feel it!” followed by a smiling laugh. I know she found that to be hysterical.

She likes to make fun of the fact that I have a fat, sloppy pussy and hers is always tight.. Well-shaped and beautiful to look at and to lick my Owners juices from. To be fair, He has fisted me several times over the years and I always had powerful orgasms from them. It was not as easy as he made it sound, but He would never be able to do that with her pussy.

I was getting myself ready for the sympathy fuck. He puts the phone down in the cradle on the bedside so He can see her on video chat, I put my head down so she doesn’t see me. Master-Sir will stick His hard cock into my pussy to get it wet. Make me moan before pulling out and pushing it in my ass for a tight fuck that is a cheap resemblance to what it must be like to have His cock in her pussy.

Today tho, He stays on my pussy. Telling me to “fuck it”. I can hear her smiling and cheering Him on as I start to move forward and backward in little strokes. Wanting to enjoy the feeling of my Owner’s cock in me. Not wanting to ride it too far and have it fall out. My Owner is enjoying the wetness and the warmth as He tells her.

I know from what she is talking, she is fingering her pussy right now. I always told her that she would make a great phone sex worker if she ever needed another job!

She was asking if His cock can feel “that sloppy wet hole”. He does and I do. I am starting to pant. Starting to enjoy the feeling of His cock in my pussy and want to get greedy. My eyes are closed tight and I know she can hear my heavy breathing.

As I am getting that wonderful, warm feeling He pulls all the way out and tells me to stop. To Stop! I want to cry, I want to beg for more. Instead, I sigh and put my head down, reach back with both hands to open my ass up for His cruel pleasure.

I hear her sweet voice turn cold “Please sweetheart, don’t be gentle just for me. I want it rough” In sex phone language, that means He will make it rough on me and she wants to know that He was not being gentle in any form. He smiles as I feel His magnificent cock head touch the opening to my ass and it puckers. Knowing the pain He is about to cause me.

“No pleasure for you slave. Take it and enjoy it” He was talking directly at me and letting me know that He wants to know I did not enjoy what He was about to do and He was right.

I was wanting a gentle start as His large cock pushed past that tight muscle ring. but she and He both wanted to hear the slave scream in pain as if I was being cruel sodomized. Forced to accept His cock.

Once He had His cock where He wanted it to be, there was no mercy. He just pushed straight in and leaned His entire body onto mine. I felt the cock push past the tight ring muscle. Invading the tight tunnel without mercy.

Sending me forward and my eyes filled with stars, red core pulses, and dreams as I let out a loud painful moan and hiss as I tried to stay in place.

He was doing what a good Master should and ignoring my pain as He raped my ass with all His might. More so than usual and he really went to work on it. He pulled almost all the way out just as fast as He went in.

I could feel the tip of His cock right under the muscle ring, right where it hurts the worse. Then in a deep breath, He told Her He was going to do it again just as hard. She went into orbit as if He had just fucked her pussy to near orgasm.

The Pretty Brunette was hitting her highs with her pussy as well as He was hammering me without mercy. I was moaning in pain and some pleasure as I enjoy knowing He is enjoying the pain that I am receiving.

Several more power and painful strokes without any stopping or without any gentleness and I felt Him unleash His load into my tight ass. I love His conquering moans as He does this. Like He had just fucked the school princess who had refused His advancements.

His triumph without a care to how He achieved it!

She starts panting and finishing her orgasm and starts to come back down to earth as my Owner’s breathing starts to return to a normal beat. I can smell the dirty sex in the air, hearing their joined panting as I feel the last couple of pumps of His cock unloading inside me.

He grabs his shirt to wipe the sweat from His face and pulls His cock all the way out to when I hear the “pop”. That’s my signal to quickly turn around. But I was not fast enough. The pain this time had me stopped as I was trying to focus.

Master-Sir grabbed my hair from the back of my neck, pulling me around to face His wet, dirty cock as He pushed my mouth on to it without saying a word.

I hear her “Oh, honey, you lucky man you. That is so FUCKING sexy. To watch that stupid cunt suck your magnificent cock clean after being in her dirty ass. That’s Hot!. I’m also jealous of not being there to watch it in person”

Master-Sir tells her “Soon my love. Soon” He continues to force His cock in and out of my throat. I am usually able to block it out of my mind. The fact that I am sucking His cock that was just in my dirty ass. No warning, no time to get ready. It was dirty.

But to have her clearly and loudly remind me that it wasn’t clean, makes it impossible for me to block it out and i want to gag. But I also don’t want to be punished. So I do as He is forcing me to do. Lick, suck His cock clean and to happily swallow what I clean.

Making him clean and waiting until He is soft so that He can get dressed and continue their conversation.

As I am finishing licking His cock and feeling it finally go soft, they suddenly switch topics and begin to talk about other things. Master-Sir gets up on the edge of the bed. She questions Him about “That slave better not be dripping anything on the carpets. You just had those cleaned”

He did. He assures her as He grabs the phone and points it to the floor and to me as I am instructed to lick up any of the juices that are on the carpet. He points to a couple of what looks like wet spots and tells me to lick them clean. I do. Knowing it’s not that they were wet, but that it is humiliating for me to be made to do that and to have her watch me do that.

After being fucked in the ass as He pretends it was her pussy, to licking His cock clean of my juices to licking up any leaked juices off His freshly cleaned carpeting

All the things that help remind the slave of her reasons for living. The slave is there for their amusement as well as their pleasures.

He tells her not to worry, in a few days she will be here for a long stay and they will be able to fuck for real and have His slave there to serve drinks, suck His cock clean and worship her pretty pussy. She can’t wait. I smile at hearing the news and silently join her in the celebration.

Master-Sir fixes His pants and walks out of the room. As He is walking away, He realizes that He can’t have a slave leaking all over the newly cleaned carpets while doing her chores. So He pauses His conversation with her to order me to crawl downstairs to my bathroom to get cleaned up and to get back to my chores.

Smiling, I kiss His feet to thank Him for the honor, and in a whisper, I ask Him to please let her know I enjoyed being used for her pleasures. He smiled and repeated the message. She loved the gesture and said she could not wait to use me in person and that her pussy misses me as well.

Those simple words were like music to my ears.

Yes, I was used and abused for her pleasures. I was sore, smiling with tears in my eyes and dripping cum as I crawled down the stairs to my bathroom to wash up and to make sure that my holes were clean again. Just in case anyone needed to use me for their pleasures later.

That is my life. My only pleasure in life is to serve the needs of my Owner – even if that means being used for another person’s amusements. It is what I live for. Nothing else.

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