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A Generous Master

September 8, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

A Note: My Owner has been having medical issues related to His stroke earlier this year. So, His use of me for sexual pleasures has dwindled. It’s nice to know that He is a generous Master, and instead of letting me suffer, He has allowed others he knows and trusts to use me more than He has before.

I was Jack’s Toy

Several weeks ago, Mater told me that he was having a friend stay with us for the Labor Day weekend and that I would be his to use as He wanted.

He didn’t tell me that this “friend” was actually a Vegas casino legend, but I’ll call him Jack. He was well known in the Vegas power circles in the 80s and 90s, then suddenly vanished.

If you were in Las Vegas casino management or in the tight-knit power circle of the time, Jack’s name came up almost as often as Steve Wynn’s would. (Mr Wynn built the Mirage & the Bellagio). Nowadays, anyone from that era in casino management has a “Jack” story.

On Friday, we went to the private airport to pick him up. We watched this private jet land, and just one person, other than the crew, got off. He was an older man, I’m guessing in his 70s. He looked like he stepped off a Jamaican rum commercial: grey beard, sunglasses, Bermuda hat, and tailored suitcoat over a Hawaiian shirt and cotton slacks.

Master met Him, they shook hands, said their helloes, and then Jack took my hand and smiled at me. “So, this my toy for the weekend?” My Master introduced me as His slave, and yes, I was his new toy for the weekend. Looking at him as he was looking into my eyes, I was getting wet. He had such a firm handhold and that confident smile. I was loving the ideas I had about Him.

His only restriction was that I was supposed to be back home and ready for bed by 10 p.m. There were no overnight stays or long nights out.

At the house, they entered first and headed for the living room. I got naked and grabbed two beers for my men. Taking His beer, Jack had me stand in front of Him. “I have always had a thing for women of size. But in our businesses, I couldn’t be seen with one; they always had to be those brain-dead, pencil-thin, topless dancers from the casino shows. I always had to have one of them on my arm when I was in public. Turn for me, toy.”

He called me Toy all weekend. I did as He commanded. He stopped me when my back was facing him. “Bend over.” With my hands on my knees, I felt a couple of fingers entering my pussy and moving around. “ You weren’t joking. She does have a sloppy pussy. But for an old man like me, I may enjoy that more than a tight ass. We will see. Stand.” I stood.

As I stood there, they ignored me and started to walk away. I was left there to stand for an hour as they talked, and Master gave him a tour of the house and garage. Returning, Jack looked at me.”She is very obedient. I like that.” Looking at my Master, “I will have her back to your bedroom in an hour. Thank you, and good night. Toy, show me to my room.” I saw my Master smile as he went upstairs, and I took Jack to the guest bedroom.

In the bedroom, he had me stand alongside the bed as he undressed and handed me each article of clothing, telling me how to handle it. When He was naked, he sat on the bed, pointed for me to kneel between his legs, and watched a beautiful cock grow. A thick, tall, and well-groomed cock. Making my lips wet..

He explained that he wasn’t into talking much; I was to obey and stay silent as much as possible. Then he went into how he wanted me to wake him up and what he likes for breakfast.

He ordered me to unpack his suitcase; as I did, He laid back on the bed and started to masturbate that beautiful cock as he watched me. I was starting to fear maybe he was going to cum without allowing me to suck it.

Finally, I was told to get on the bed and do what I do best, suck his cock. I slowly worked that cock into my mouth; he kept running his fingers through my hair and leaning down to grab my boobs to play with. He told me I was doing good and to get it all in my mouth. He likes it that way.

In a few minutes time, holding my head down, He started to stretch and moan. Then I felt him cum. Filling my mouth with my warm reward. I moaned, hoping he heard my happiness. I thanked Him, and He dismissed me as if I were his secretary or a woman like that.

On Saturday, I gave him a tour of modern Vegas. He was shocked. I liked that as we drove around, he told me stories of what was here or there or about some famous person who did something there. Las Vegas history by a man who lived it!

He liked that as I drove, my boobs were out so that He could play with them. We stopped at an In and Out for lunch. We sat in the car; He ate His cheeseburger while I sucked His cock.

Saturday night, Jack didn’t use me, and neither did my Owner.

Sunday was a day driving around to visit people he knew. I was not allowed to say anything or ask any questions. These were old friends he trusted to keep secrets like his.

All I can say was that I got to give a blowjob to three men who I believe were very important people back in the day. I blew Vegas history.

On a side note, they let me wander the hallways of their homes and look at the photos on their walls. THAT was Vegas history! I loved it!

Later that night, Jack tried to fuck my pussy; he was anxious to get into it. But even with the blue pill, he was unable to. He’s seventy years old. He tried to apologize. Two sexual episodes in three days? It hasn’t happened since he was in his 50s. So He said.

That did not stop Him from trying! I was on the bed, on all fours, head down, ass up. I started to feel fingers push into my pussy, like all of them on the one hand; the other hand moved around and squished my boobs.

I started to feel the hand in my pussy start to fold into a fist as He started to work it in and out. I was being fisted! Something I had not done to me in a long time. And He was good!

I started to move in rhythm to his fist as it went in and out. He kept cheering his “toy” on to fuck his hand better, faster. I started to soak the sheets; I know I was. My Master told me later that he could hear me moaning from upstairs.

I had to apologize and ask him to stop. Otherwise, I was going to have an orgasm. So after the second one, He moved up to lay on the bed and had me give him a hand job. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t soft. So, at least, I could give HIM an orgasm. After changing the sheets, I was sent to my Master like the night before.

Labor Day was celebrated at my Owner’s Boss’s home/mansion/estate—the palace where they hold rocking swing parties! With many people from various resorts, nobody knew who he was, and he liked that. He enjoyed talking to them and hearing their modern Vegas stories.

A couple of people knew who he was, and they occasionally went to a private room to talk. My Master never told them how they connected or why Jack came out as he did.

Monday night, the little blue pill didn’t exactly work as planned. so we spent the night curled up in his bed, me sucking his cock, while he was watching whatever it was he was watching.

Sucking turned into worshipping, licking, and playing with his asshole. Finally, I was able to get him semi-hard. Hard enough to try to fuck my sloppy pussy. It seemed like a challenge he needed to conquer, and he did, sort of. With the help of my hand on His cock, He rode my pussy like a stud muffin he apparently once was. I could feel the head of His cock work itself into my wet pussy. Hearing his breathing increase as well as His fucking, I started to feel his pulse inside my hand and pussy; I smiled.

Mission Accomplished! I smiled as He finished pumping. I turned around and enjoyed sucking His cock clean. He enjoyed the surprise; he had not expected that. It was like we both accomplished something. He got to fuck a sloppy pussy, and I finally got to clean off a creme-filled cock.

Tuesday morning, I dropped Him off at the airport, and I went to work, tired, but happy. I was well used.

I know it was a long post, and thank you for reading it all!

Comments are welcomed

So, how did you spend Labor Day Weekend?

Love Always
Bitch slave

Why Do I Allow Them to Use Me like That?

September 3, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

People often ask that question when they first meet me or encounter my writings. The question is usually phrased this way: “Why Do you allow them (men) to use you like that?”

Best Example

My Master and I are friends with a family who own a restaurant in our neighborhood that we frequent often. If you are not visiting, we often have delivery. The person who delivers is usually the husband, but in the last couple of years, it has been their oldest son, Billy. Part of their tip has always been a blowjob.

In my writings, I often refer to Him as my “young friend” because when I first met him, he was a shy, chubby fourteen-year-old boy with acne and some serious social issues. He and I bonded over those issues because I faced them growing up.

Today, he is a well-matured, confident twenty-four-year-old college graduate slowly taking over the family business.

In the years since we met, I have helped him build his confidence, understand how to treat a woman properly, and even give him some crucial romance tips. (Don’t treat a woman as you are allowed to treat me.)

Just for the record, I wasn’t the first female to give him a blowjob, but he has always said I gave the best ones. I was his first and only one for anal sex.

Meeting the Fiance

In college, he met the love of his life, Carol. She is beautiful, smart, and (was) a diehard feminist. She was aware of our past and my involvement in his sexual education. She even thanked me for it, saying she had dated other college guys, and they were all hands and no brains. Billy said I taught him otherwise. “Thank you for makign him such a gentleman.”

One weekend, they were over for a friendly pool party. She lay out by the pool under a sunshade while Billy and the other men were off in the pool drinking beer and talking man stuff.

As I said, she was a diehard feminist and always thought all men were vultures at a pool party, and if she dared to show them anything, they would be all over her in a minute.

After a while, she finally realized the men around her were not vultures waiting to see her boobs. They were there to have fun, relax, and enjoy the company. So she took off her bikini top before sitting back to read a book.

I was naked as usual. I was refreshing her drink when she asked me to sit and talk.

By this time, she understood fully what I was and what I did for people who visited the house. I am their cumdump and maid. Three holes, no waiting. So far that day, all I had been used for was a couple of blowjobs, and that was in the kitchen, out of her view.

Her first question was a little awkward: “Has Billy, you know, you and he, like, recently?” I assured her Billy would not do anything sexual with me without her knowledge. He is a gentleman and loves her too much. He even turned down my “tip” several times when he delivered the pizzas, so I knew he was in love with her.

She then apologized for what she was about to ask, which told me where this conversation was going: “Why Do You Allow, it?” I stopped her right there.

The word Allow is challenging to answer. I do what I do because it’s what I agreed to many years ago. I wanted to be his 24/7 no-limit slave. It took me a year for me to realize that I could trust him with my life and that made me decide to turn myself over to his rules. I live for His pleasure, and it’s by my choice. It’s what I live for and I love every minute of it.

Don’t ask me why, but I am wired differently than she is. I enjoy serving the men I love and trust. I love being the slave to a wonderful man who lets me be this way and supports it 100%. We are both on the same path to see how far my submissiveness can go.

Her next question was, “You have choices; you don’t have to…” That’s when I explained my thoughts on feminism. It is about choices. She has the choice to be this properly dressed woman who wants to be equal to her man. I want to be a naked slave to my man. She wants to be on equal footing with men. That’s her choice, not mine. I serve men I trust; that is my choice. That’s my version of feminism, choices I get to make.

“The Sex?” Now, we were getting into the good stuff. I am naked for several reasons. One is to show I am the slave. I am the lowest person here, and being naked tells you that. Being naked when others are dressed reminds me of my place. Being naked also means there is nothing to get excited about, nothing to hide or tease anyone with.

She was wearing a cute two-piece bikini, removing the top. Why? To feel sexy and get attention from others. Looking sexy gets a response from the men that is sexual in nature. I’m fluffy with saggy tits, not sexually appealing. But I am sexually appealing because I am there for them to use, no questions asked.

If they are using me, it’s not because my beauty turned them on; it’s because I have three holes available for them to use as they need. No begging, no foreplay. They want to fuck me, they fuck me.

I don’t know about her, but I get excited to know a man is getting hard because he is thinking of using one of my holes. It’s not a romantic fuck, it’s a needed response. I don’t want to be loved by them. I want them to use me for their pleasure. That’s what turns me on, to feel their cock in one of my holes, hearing them grunt with pleasure as they use me. then giving me what I like to call my reward. Their cum.

Please don’t ask me why because I don’t know why. Maybe its been a bad week, a bad day. They haven’t had sex in a long while, So they need to get off. So why would they want to masturbate when that slave now serving them a cold drink, is there for them to use instead?

When they are using me, I know they are not thinking of how sexy I am or how I look with his cock in my mouth. He is thinking about his girlfriend or wife. Or the woman he wishes was there instead of me. But I am there; they are not, so they do it and move on. Using me makes them feel better. Yes, I know that sounds cold and humiliating. It is, but it gets me wet.

Before you say anything else, know this: These are his friends that he trusts with his life. He’s not giving me over to some random dude off the street. They are clean, and I am clean. They also know that using me is a privilege that he can take away at any time. So I am not in harm’s way, they respect that I am there for them to use because of their friendship with my owner.

This may be a bad example, but I love anal sex, while most women hate it. So if she says no, they get frustrated, and it can cause a chill in their relationship, if not their love life. I am here to fix that. No guilt.

I may have just helped her and maybe improved their love life in many ways. He no longer begs; she no longer argues. It’s no longer an issue. He had his fix, so its back to makign her the center of his life.

I know my Master and I have a unique love for each other. Yes, it’s expressed in an unusual way, but it works for us. He has a girlfriend who lives out of state; when they are not together, they video chat, and when it turns sexual, he wants a hole to fuck, and I have a wet hole for him to use in her place. My pussy is not as tight and beautiful as hers is, but in a pinch, it works.

“But using you for her has to be so humiliating.” My response was a simple “So?” I turned it back on her. “You love Billy and want to make him happy just as much as he wants to make you happy. You would do almost anything to make him happy.

Let’s say he wants to experience anal sex, and you don’t. He has his heart set on knocking that off his bucket list. Your sex life is perfect, except when he brings this up, and it causes some problems with your love life.

You know I am safe; use protection. He isn’t going to fall in love with me. There’s no romance there. He uses me and, afterward, goes on with life. You are back to normal passion-loving because this is no longer an issue.

Like now. Billy is off in the pool hanging with the men. You are here, alone, relaxing with a good book, but you know it would feel better if you had something between your legs to help you enjoy those sexy moments in the book.

You are the love of Billy’s life. I like to make him happy, to see him happy. And I know making you happy would make him happy. So, if you need something to fix that need, as the house slave, I am here to serve. Please just ask.

I don’t see it as cheating or being unfaithful. I am the slave. No romance, no chance of romance. I’m not here because you are paying me to be here. I am here offering my services because that’s what makes me happy. To see Billy, or my Master, smile.

Do I allow him to do anything he wants to do to me? Yes, my choice. Will I enjoy everything he tells me to do? No, not everything. Do I have a choice not to do it? Yes, but I will be punished.

They use me because I am here to be used. I like to be used. I like to make them happy, and I like to make sure my master is happy.

Silent Sunday Service

August 30, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

One of my favorite times of the year is here: NFL Football—or at least preseason football is here. I do not know who is playing, and it doesn’t matter; I’m the slave, and I am there to serve the men.

It’s Sunday, and it’s football. Master has his male friends over for the day. We provide snacks and food, and they each bring their own beverages.

There were just five of this past weekend, but often, there are eight or ten men. As with any party we host, once the clock hits the magic hour, the door is locked, and nobody else is allowed in unless it’s a food delivery.

This time, Master was very clear: I am not to speak unless spoken to. If they take my butt plug out, they need to put it back in. And, oh yes, the slave is in orgasm denial.

He let them know he wanted to make it permanent. He got a couple of Boo’s from the men when they heard that. But he made it better by telling them to try to get me to cum. Use me a little more; be rough and aggressive. “Tease the bitch.” That was what he told them.

Being silent is a thing He likes for days like this. The men don’t need to hear me; they need to be served and use me for their pleasures. thats it. My mouth is only used for cocks and hand food. I’m only here to serve, suck, and to be used as their cumdump.

Several of the men have been coming here for over five years. I know them well, and I know what they like. Most like blowjobs; a couple are ass men, and two or three will fuck my sloppy pussy. Often more than once.

One of the longest Sunday visitors is his friend Jamie, who is an accountant at one of the resorts. His cock is like a tree log. Thick and about five inches long. Fitting my mouth around it isn’t easy, but I can do it. The good thing is that He comes quickly.

Allen is one of the ass men. It’s like the moment I am done getting everyone served, and I’m back in the kitchen, he’s there with one hand on his hard cock, and the other is putting the condom on.

He grabs my hair, bends me over the counter, and pushes His cock into my pussy for some lube as He grabs the butt plug out of my ass and quickly replaces it with His cock.

He rides my ass a couple of times, pushing me into the marble countertop before I hear his grunting and feel the condom filling. He likes to fall against my body as He lets himself go soft. He also liked to brush my hair with his hands, telling them I was a good bitch.

As He pulls out, I will remove the condom and suck his cock clean before zipping him up. He smiles as he heads back to the living room. For me, that is always a nice way to start the day.

For guys like Allen, His wife told him on his wedding night: No anal, and she doesn’t swallow. So he enjoys days like this when he gets to use my holes anytime, and I like it when they are well used.

He once said his wife was happy because he stopped asking for either. “It’s straight, lights out, missionary sex once a week.”

Kevin is my favorite. He is a dancer in one of the shows on the Strip. Yes, a couple of them are straight. Not many, but he’s one of them!

He has no problem sitting on the couch in front of the other men and whipping His large cock out for me to suck and worship while he’s watching the game. He’s also one of those who uses me several times during the day.

Later on, he will grab me by the hair and drag me into the guest bedroom. As He does, He will get verbally and physically rough. He ties me down, spread eagle, then pretends to “rape” me (role play/fantasy).

Game Time
I like it when another slave joins me. It makes it easier to keep track of the score. Each of us is the scoreboard for one of the teams.

This weekend, I was alone. So, they chose one team. My ass is used to keep the score in two ways. First, they write on my ass. Then they beat my ass with the score.

I get six wacks from the paddle when their team scores a touchdown. Extra point? I get six wacks again, then one for the extra point.

This weekend, they chose the New Orleans Saints. They lost to the Tennessee Titans 27-30. Yes, it was a painful loss.

All afternoon, I was kept busy getting drinks, stopping only to be played with or to have my nipples pulled or twisted. I served snacks, cleaned up after them, and gave a lot of blowjobs.

I was only allowed to eat if one of the men fed me scraps by hand. To add to my humiliation, it’s still summer here, so I use the grassy area in the backyard to pee where I can be watched from the windows.

After the game, as they all started to leave, I knelt next to my Master at the door, and they thanked him for a great time and for letting them use his slave. A couple petted me on the head and said I was a good bitch. <smiles>

Afterward, Master was about to head up to the Master bedroom when he told me I needed to get the house back in order and to clean my holes before I was allowed to come upstairs. “Yes, Master.”

I was a bit sore and very stiff in the knees. My ass was black and blue. But I did as he commanded. It took me a little longer and I walked a little slower, but I did as I was told to do.

After ensuring the house was back to normal, I cleaned up in my bathroom and went to his bedroom.

As I was trained, I knelt at the entrance to His bedroom door and asked permission to come in. As I crawled in, The room was dark except for a little light coming from the ensuite bathroom. He was standing next to it, naked with a hard cock and a smile, looking at me.

He also had my favorite jazz music on, was drawing a bubble bath, and lit some candles. “Speak, my wonderful slave.” I couldn’t. I was crying too much from the beautiful surprise.

We sat in the tub surrounded by bubbles. He held me, gently washed my sore nipples, He washed my hair. We talked, we made love. Later, we moved to the bedroom, where He fucked my sloppy pussy before we crashed on the bed with his arms around me.

It was so worth all the pain.

This is what I live for

I am a spoiled but well-loved slave.

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Orgasm Free Punishment

August 15, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Master and I could not pinpoint the exact date of my last orgasm; we know it was within a day or two of today. So, we chose yesterday as being my fourth month of being orgasm free. Not that I am celebrating or anything. He is; he loves to watch me suffer for this pleasure. Last year, I was able to go for six months with an orgasm. Master has made it clear that we made four; six will be a breeze, and soon, I will be orgasm-free forever.

Monday was our first day back from seeing my family. That is a story unto itself! We/I found a way to help me not want an orgasm, but it came with strings—a punishment.

He told me during the day and into the night that He was going to fuck me until I had an orgasm. That way, he had a good reason to use the new wooden paddle he had recently bought. Not that he needed one.

I saw this as a challenge. It had been over a week since He last used me, so I was hoping He would be rough and demanding on me while using my holes for His pleasures. And He was. Do I know my owner or what?

While He was fucking me doggy style, my hands were cuffed in front of me; he was pulling on my ponytail to the point I thought my hair was coming out. Master was also pressing a bullet vibrator on my clit on high and swinging my weighted nipple clamps. I was rolling from pain to pleasure to pain and back again. I was also soaking the sheets.

It was getting hot and rough. He was fucking me in both holes, alternating, so I was always off guard. I was enjoying the challenge of not having one while he was determined that I was going to have one. The more He pushed to make me cum, the more I struggled not to.

As I was reaching my peak, screaming, moaning, and begging for more. I knew it was going to happen, He pulled back, so I pushed forward till His cock fell out. I quickly moved my ass back in place so He could start again, but at least my need to cum had decreased enough.

Yes, He was upset and rougher on me once he got back in rhythm. Pulling my hair and whispering in my ear, I was in for one hell of a punishment. I was smiling as I was also crying in pain and pleasure.

Finally, I felt Him shoot his load in my sopping wet pussy. He pushed me down and fell onto top of me. We breathed heavily as I thanked Him for using me like that.

He rolled me on my back and moved up so His wet cock was in my face. I sucked him clean as He reminded me of my upcoming punishment.

Once He got his breath back and I fetched him a bottle of water, He pulled me by my hair into the garage and hooked me to the punishment pole.

I took my punishment with pride. 75 swats from the heavy paddle. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. I know I will have difficulty walking for the next couple of days and will need to use a pillow to sit on. (smiling)

Yes, I was punished for pulling off His cock. I accept that punishment over being punished for having an orgasm.

I can proudly say that I was NOT being punished for having an orgasm. And that is important.

Month four to forever. Master-Sir is very serious about making sure that I never have another orgasm. And from this little exercise, I know I am going to be in a lot of trouble for other things, but it won’t be for having an orgasm!

Thank you for reading

Bitch Slave

Quick Update

August 11, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I left for a while. Then, I had some family drama and needed to get back to writing to keep my sanity. However, my Owner had me trash my website for personal reasons, so here I am again.

Currently, my owner, Master-Sir, has fully recovered from a stroke he had a couple of months ago. It was a close call that woke us all up. I am also going on five months of orgasm free. I wouldn’t say I like it, but I love it. I will explain that later.

As of today, I have been back home with my family in Wisconsin, on the Illinois border. I know; I tell people I’m from Chicago. It’s easier to explain than the small, midwestern cowtown just north of there.

Plus, once I moved out of the house, Chicago was my adult home until I met my Owner and moved to Phoenix, Arizona, now Las Vegas, Nevada.

I need to take care of some crazy family drama, so my brother has been taking care of me for the last ten days.

He knows that I am a slave and has had use of me in the past. His late wife was his submissive and a wonderful friend to have for me. So, it made sense that Master-Sir would have Him care for me while I was away from my owner.

Make sense? Any questions?

Thank you for your patience and understanding!

Love

Crystal

Master-Sir took pity on His slave

July 19, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Last night Master-Sir allowed me to lay on the couch and worship His cock while He binged watch a show called Suites. I hear it, but I have never seen an actual episode!

For me, to have His cock in my mouth and be allowed to lay like this, I get to feel His warm, soft touch. Sweet words of humiliation, sometimes a slight roughness. But I am not allowed to suck His cock or make Him hard. it’s a beautiful experience.

It’s just a couple of hours of His nice cock in my throat. Occasionally, after a few drinks, it’s also being used as His reliever so that He doesn’t have to pause the show or the comfort of His couch to use the bathroom.

We had the house to ourselves for the last week or so. Miss Amy returned to Reno to pack some of her things and visit an old boyfriend before she moved to Las Vegas.

So, it has been nice to be with Him, to serve Only Him, and to have more of Him for me. They voice chat every couple of days—not like they used to. But I am still there to be used for His needs while they talk.

Anyway, last night went well. He was enjoying his show, and I was enjoying His cock in my mouth.

After He was finished with His show and had a last-minute chat with her, He told me to get His cock hard; He needed to fuck my ass before bed.

I asked if I could ask him for a favor. He allowed me to kneel on the floor between his legs and properly ask.

As His slave, I am here to serve His needs, and my needs are not His concern. This is how I wanted to live, and I enjoy how we both live like this.

I enjoy being used when and how He wants. I enjoy serving other men and making them happy as they thank you for that honor.

So where is this going? He asked.

For the last two or three months, I have lost track, He has used my mouth repeatedly every day, and He has used my ass as needed.

Now, I understand that I have a worthless pussy. No man would want to fuck my pussy for love or tenderness. They use it because it’s free, and they can be as rough as they want and not worry about being scolded for it!

Master-Sir has a beautiful lady who has a delicious and tight pussy for Him to enjoy.

But I miss the connection that I get when he has His cock in that hole. It’s a feeling I don’t have when other people fuck my pussy or when He uses my other two holes.

I’m not asking for any special treatment; He can do it any way He pleases, even if it is painful. But I would appreciate feeling His cock in my pussy again. To have Him lower His standards for a short period, to allow me a couple of minutes of pure, erotic joy by having him use that worthless hole for His cumdump one time.

Again, as his bitch slave, this is not a pleasure I should be allowed or that I expect. But for me, it’s something special, I feel, when he is in there. And I haven’t felt that calmness in a very long time.

He smiled. He asked His Bitch when the last time He used “that hole?” I honestly can’t remember. But it was a couple of weeks before His stroke. He needed a cumdump and wasn’t in the mood for my tight ass, and Miss Amy was out of town.

He asked how many men had used His slave’s sloppy pussy since that time? He was using all the derogatory and humiliating words that He could.

Telling me that I was His bitch slave. The Bitch part means I am nothing more than His trained female and should be treated like a dog. My pleasure comes only from His happiness, nothing more. And I agree.

He smiled as I counted off 7, 8 men. Maybe 10 or 12 times. Mostly my boss or a coworker. In need of a quick fuck before heading home or heading out for a night with friends. Of course, there were the two men at the July Fourth party who used my pussy.

He asked me when the last time I was allowed an orgasm was. I think it’s been three months now. He started me being orgasm-free right after I was punished for having one without permission when my young friend fucked me out on the pool deck.

Master-Sir congratulated me on my abstinence. It will be a long time before I am ever allowed another one. Then told me to sit back, spread my legs, and to hold my pussy open for Him.

Holding my now soaking-wet pussy open for His inspection was making me want to cry. I needed this for my sanity and would accept any punishment if he granted me this favor.

He had me stick my finger in my pussy, play with myself. Tell Him how wet I was and to lick the juices off my fingers. Lately, He has insisted that when I feel the urge to have an orgasm, I count out loud down from 10. Knowing full well that I will not be allowed to hit zero— just more humiliation and agony.

Master-Sir told me that with Miss Amy out of town, I did present a good case for Him to give me that favor, it still wasn’t feeling right. He knew His Bitch would not be able to stop herself.

At this point, I was hugging His feet, crying for him to reconsider. Master-Sir can be a sadistic master sometimes!

He pushed me back on the floor and opened my legs. He looked at me and told me to get a wooden clothespin.

I was on cloud nine. I kissed His feet and gave Him a big kiss on the lips as I quickly went to retrieve what He commanded.

“Bitch slave, this fuck is nothing more than a pity fuck. I don’t want you to enjoy this. You asked to be fucked; I am allowing myself to do you this favor. There is no reason for you to enjoy it; this is just a pity fuck. Do you understand?”.

I was in seventh heaven, thanking Him for the honor. I know it was not earned or offered. This was for my sanity that He was giving me. Pain and pleasure mixed in such a powerful rush as I felt my juices running down the crack of my ass onto the carpet.

He had me spread my legs and hold them as He put the clothespin on my clit, tugging at it to make sure it was on and that I felt the pain.

Oh. To feel His big cock quickly push all the way into my pussy. To feel His groin hit my body as He commanded me to continue holding my legs apart. Each time, He pulled back, almost out. I could feel His cock head at my entry; he grabbed the clothespin until I cried out in pain.

“Good Bitch, I want to hear you scream in pain. That tells me you aren’t enjoying this, and that is the purpose. I am fucking you just for the sake of fucking that worthless sloppy wet hole of yours.”

He can do verbal humiliation so well. I wasn’t sure why I was crying. Tears of Joy, the pain from my clit? Or just the way he was verbally assaulting me. Keeping me from enjoying it, knowing it was nothing more than a pity fuck.

He repeatedly told me I needed to be grateful for this, that he had better things to do with his time tonight than “this.”

Neither one of us is enjoying it, other than for Him to know I was feeling the pain while He was fucking the hole that He owned. It was HIS hole to use and abuse as He wanted. Or even ignore it if He desires it.

One last thrust, as I was starting to count down from ten. I heard His grunt and felt the warm juices, my reward, filling my pussy. As He was Cumming, he started to pull out. I begged Him not to, but He just smiled at me. He was telling me to put my legs down. He moved up and shoved His wet cock down my throat.

He looked into my eyes. “There, you slave. I fucked that sloppy wet hole of yours. Now, you better lick every ounce of that mess you made off the carpet, and I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth the rest of the night.” With that, He pulled His cock out of my mouth, wiped it on my face and walked away.

With tears streaming from my face, I waited until He was upstairs, out of sight, before I immediately started to lick up the wetness. His cum, my juices, the dirt. I didn’t care. I would have licked the carpet dry if He told me to.

From there, I went to my slave bathroom. I cleaned my face, did my evening chores, and then kneeled at the doorway to the Master bedroom with my eyes down. Smiling. He snapped His fingers, pointing at the doggy bed still on the floor on His side.
He did his evening routine, ordered me to clean the bathroom, and then told me to join Him in Bed.

He hugged me and kissed me. Telling me I was the best dam slave He had ever known and that He enjoyed the evening, that we needed to do that again in another six months… I nodded as He kissed me good night.

I was too happy to sleep. I lay there, watching him drift off into slumberland. It was long before I stopped replaying that event in my head. I came so close to wanting to play with myself, but I was good and kept my hands away. Finally falling asleep.

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My 4th of July

July 5, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

This Fourth of July was a little different than the past. Kind of like everything else. Since Master Sir had his stroke, our entire lives have changed.

The party was held at our place. The guest list was small, and Master-Sir wanted it to be the best of friends only. It was catered for, so nobody had to worry about cooking or anything else (usually, that would be the slave, me).

Our friends who own a pub/restaurant did the catering. The son (my young friend) and His wife brought it out.

My Owner’s Boss and wife brought a few of their best swinging friends. We have a couple where the wife is Mistress, and the husband is her caged slave. He goes by the name Slave-boi. I am the only person other than the Mistress He is allowed to have sex with, and it’s usually quick and painful for Him. (something I do not like).

Then, of course, Miss Amy came here as well. She made it very clear that my serving duties would be limited to serving drinks and snacks to the guests. She let everyone know they were free to use all three of my holes as they wished. However, I was not allowed to have an orgasm. But they were allowed to tease and edge me if they so desired, but no orgasm.

She also told me that she would be caring for “her man,” my owner, so I could focus on serving and pleasuring the other guests and serving them fresh drinks and snacks.

It was interesting to watch how it all unfolded.

My young friend and his wife. When we met her, she was a bit jealous of me and the fact that I was his first for everything. But she soon learned the benefits of knowing a slave.

He loves anal sex; she detests it. So, you know what happens when he visits us.

She is to the point where she likes to watch and verbally humiliate me while he fucks my tight asshole. It helps that while he is fucking me, I am trying to worship her beautiful pussy.

They were the first to arrive. After setting up the food, she took my hand and led me into the guest room. I am to undress Her first, then Him. Fluffing His cock while I also get myself wet and ready. She likes to pull out my butt plug before I lay between her legs.

He is usually very slow and gentle when she is watching. He is very verbal as well. Enjoying the tight feel while telling me how different it feels compared to my sloppy pussy.

He usually comes before her and likes just to pull out after he fills my ass with his cum. I clean his cock off, then return to her. He will kiss her, ignore me, and return to the pool. The humiliation has started for the day!

After a while, the other guests arrived and made themselves comfortable in and around the pool. I was busy getting them all drinks and snacks.

The highlight of my day was late afternoon. A couple of hot wives kept busy at the pool’s deep end or on some lounge chairs next to it. A couple of the younger studs entertained them, saving me from being needed.

Their men were sitting on or in the shallow end of the pool. When I wasn’t getting drinks or snacks, I was usually in the pool, kneeling between one the men’s legs, worshipping one cock at a time.

These were older, corporate-type men. Each took their turn and had me slowly, almost worshiping their cock. Ignoring me, as they would shift around to let me know where they wanted my attention. Their cock, the balls, one likes to be rimmed (yuk). All the time ignoring me.

Even after one man was done using my mouth, he would continue the discussion he was having as He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the next cock. Never say a word to me.

They ignored me until they were about to cum. Then, they each liked to hold my head against their body, almost choking me as they filled my throat with their cum.

The highlight of that scene was when one man pushed me off him and pulled me around so I was bent over the edge of the pool. He started to pull my hair back as he fucks my pussy. Telling me, I needed to cum.

His cock was nice and fat, made me feel a little tighter than normal. He was teasing me to cum on His cock while I was begging him to not make me. If I did that I would be punished. He told me that’s not his problem. Just cum for him. They laughed as I was trying not to cum as I was also enjoying the rough fuck.

I would get to the edge, pleading for him to stop because I was almost ready, and then he would pull out. I usually scream in agony; they would laugh at me. He would let me catch my breath and start over again.

He was bringing me again to the edge. While telling me what a lousy fuck I was. Wet and loose. He was not into anal, but he was telling them he could be made to make an exception, but he knew I would enjoy it, so no. not today.

With all that, He started to ask if I enjoyed being humiliated. Being told I had a worthless pussy? I was just there for them to use me for their pleasure. They did not care about mine. If I wasn’t already turned on, his verbal assaults were getting me to want to cum. But I could not. Yes, I enjoyed him using and abusing me. I enjoyed the humiliation and I wanted more.

They sent me off to refresh their drinks when they were done with me. I was smiling and crying at the same time. Tears of humiliation, I was smiling from how well they just used me for what I was meant to be, nothing more than their cumdump.

I would keep an eye on my Master. Miss Amy was true to her word; they were always together, and she ensured his needs were met. One time, in the pool, she was sucking his cock and yelling for me to watch her. Telling me I was not worth the effort, that I was too busy being the house slut, that she would suck his cock instead of me.

The vibe was very relaxed and very enjoyable. I was being well used, and when I wasn’t being used, I was ignored. I was being humiliated, and I was enjoying all of it.

When the food was ready, I served them one by one around the pool and the tables. They would call me to their side, make me sit like a dog, and hand feed me their scraps…

Then it was back to sucking more cocks, wanting to be fucked, wanting to cum. Neither would happen. I spent the afternoon and some of the evening sucking cocks or licking pussy. Nothing for me

For the fireworks, Master allowed me to sit between his legs, him pulling on my nipples every time large fireworks went off. He never used any of my holes the entire day. Miss Amy kept him well entertained.

That night, I slept on the floor on His side of the bed. The only time they noticed me was after they had sex and needed me to clean up.

Miss Amy, looking at me then at my Owner, told him she saw that I was spending most of my time sucking cock, so there was no need for them to use me for anything else. Telling me to be a good bitch dog and to get down off the bed and go to sleep.

My owner smiled as he kissed me good night. I turned off the light and fell quickly to sleep.

What a crazy-filled day. Everyone enjoyed themselves. There was plenty of great food and wonderful friends. Everyone had sex. Several had it multiple times. I was humiliated and brought to the edge more times than I can count, but I never went over the edge. I’m starting to think I might not be able to anymore. Or maybe if only on command. We will see!

For those who celebrated it, I hope you had a wonderful day and enjoyed the celebration.

The Best Compliment

June 27, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir’s nephew and I have been texting each other since they left last week. I keep trying to help him with his dating life, and the “you used me as the cum dump, but not all women want that” – Makign sure he remembered that what he did here with me, is not something you do with real women, unless they want it!

Women want to be loved, held, listened to, and romanced. That’s not me; I’m here to serve the men of the house and for them to use me as they need me. Nothing more. There is a difference. He gets it, I think.

So I asked him what the best thing he did while he was here. His answer was, “Fucking your pussy while talking dirty to my girlfriend on the phone.”

That was so sweet of him to say! I smiled. Maybe even had a tear or two of joy!

He was having an issue with being away from her and wanting to fuck her. He knew he could fuck me anytime and had his choice of holes to use if he wanted to. But I knew he was having an issue with fucking a fluffy, older slut slave with saggy boobs and a sloppy pussy.. He was young, he was into beautiful women, tight pussy, and smaller tits.

So one night when he was in my room, holding the phone, not sure if he should call her, I climbed on the bed, buried myself under the covers so she would not see me if they face-timed, telling him I would be quiet, and I held my ass up, legs apart for him to use either hole while he called her

I saw his cock get a little stiffer, smiled, and took his place behind me. Shoving his cock into my pussy as he dialed her number. They had sexy, dirty, porn-style phone conversations.

He had told me they had watched porn movies a few times, and listening to her; I could tell she took serious notes. She was dirty-talking like a professional porn star. She is getting herself pretty worked up. I could hear her playing with her pussy, and it was starting to sound as wet as mine was!

When they were about to climax together, I quickly pulled off his cock and turned around. Shoving his cock into my mouth. It took him a moment to realize what I did, but he caught on quickly and held my head as he started to really fuck my face hard while calling her all kinds of dirty names!

Being young and a stud muffin, that boy could choke me with his cock, and then when he started to shoot his load, WOW! I had a difficult time swallowing it all. But I was a good cumdump and never missed a drop.

It was a wonderful experience for both of us. We did it two more times afterward. One of the times, he used my ass.

For all the things we did and what he did while here, if that were his favorite part of his trip, I would take that as a loving compliment.

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