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A Prelude to Super Bowl 2024

February 15, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

My Owner has rarely censored my writings here and asked for a change in what I wrote (not that He had to ask; he did so out of kindness). I think I can count maybe three or four posts in all the years that He has told me either not to post or has told me to do a rewrite.

Now, my report on my Super Bowl 2024 post is one of those He wants to approve of first because of its content. The rewrite is now awaiting His approval.

What was the issue?

While I was writing it, He came to see what I was writing about. My topic was about how I spent Super Bowl Sunday. The game was played here in Las Vegas.

On Super Bowl Sunday, I was loaned to His boss to be the house slave for a private party. His boss and wife are swingers, which was a closed event.

About 25 people were there. The group was a closed and friendly group of management and upper management types where discretion is a must. Being that they play often with each other, all are regularly tested.

Besides my usual duties of serving drinks and snacks as well as cleaning up and such, I was, of course, used as a cumbucket (smiles).

In my previous posts, I referred to His boss as “The Boss.” His wife is “The Boss Wife.” Their oldest son is “The Son.”

They live in an exclusive gated community here in Las Vegas. It is a giant house with the full amenities you would expect in an executive house (mansion) with five bedrooms and multiple bathrooms: a media room and an entire dungeon.

These couples would have full access to me. My orders were besides maid service, I was to provide them with all the services they needed or wanted. Nothing was off limits, and Master-Sir allowed me to have as many orgasms as I wanted or was offered!!

The only restriction on orgasms was I had to ask for them.

Master-Sir was there, but in the background, being the perverted voyeur that I love Him to be. They were my main focus.

That day, I can say I was truly well-used for just about everything. Mainly, I was used as a fluffer or for cleanup, which caught Master-Sir’s attention.

As I was typing, He asked me about that.
When we first met, He told me that sometime down the road, I would serve women as he directed. He reminded me that the first several times, I would be sucking His cock clean after He fucked one of His girlfriends.

When He wanted me to clean His lady friend’s pussy of His cum, I didn’t do it willingly, let’s just say that!

He would have to use some pressure on my head as he pulled my hair and pushed my face into her wet pussy, ordering me to start licking her clean.

It wasn’t anything serious; I didn’t want to do it; I resisted as much as I could. I finally gave in. Otherwise, I knew I would be severely punished.

Things changed when He met the Pretty Brunette, and I started to enjoy my time between her beautiful legs. Since then, I haven’t had an issue when a trusted lady of His spreads her legs and points. No words are needed.

For Super Bowl, I was loaned to His boss for a private party, and I was licking and cleaning pussy without any hesitation. I seemed to love being used like that.

What changed?

I had to think about it for a moment. He was right. I no longer need to be pushed or commanded to lick a special lady’s pussy to clean up their juices. I also enjoy just being used by her for relaxation purposes. Or if she just needs to get off quickly and doesn’t want a cock.

I guess it’s like my love of anal sex or maybe even blowjobs. Although blowjobs have always been my favorite treat. I love sucking a nice cock and swallowing His reward. I will do that anytime or anywhere!

But I only enjoy doing that with people I love and trust. Here, I was loaned out to people I never met. Besides my Owner, I looked at three people I knew and twenty-five strangers.

Just for the record, I knew one couple from work! I see them at our monthly update meetings with upper management.

Afterward, Master-Sir told me that several of the ladies praised him on how well He trained me at oral servicing.

How or why was I now an eager pussy cleaner? It was actually an easy answer. It’s how I am trained. Or maybe how I am wired. I am His to serve. Everything I do is for His happiness and His pleasure.

The first couple of times Master-Sir sent me to some stranger’s hotel room for me to give them a blowjob. It wasn’t very pleasant. I did a good job sucking the man’s cock, and I swallowed. But I did it in a hurry because I wasn’t enjoying ti. They loved it, but inside, I was an emotional basket case, and I even cried the first time.

Then I realized what I was doing wrong. I was doing it to please them. I was trying to enjoy it for me since I normally love blowjobs and swallowing their cum. I love the looks they have when they fill my mouth and how they smile and moan as they finish. The best part is when they are expecting me to pull out and end it, but I hold them in my mouth and make sure they are soft and clean before letting them out of my mouth.

I had to change my mindset. These were people who knew my Owner; they had expectations based on their friendship with Him. I was representing Him when I was sucking their cock. If I failed, it would look bad on my Owner.

When I was in their hotel rooms, I thought of my Owner, His cock, His smile, how he would tell me “Good slave” when He knew I served these men as he expected me to.

I trust Him, so I trusted them. I was obedient to them for my Owner’s happiness. I know it sounds a little too easy, but that’s How I think of the world. I was born to serve.

It’s like when Master-Sir sends me to a stranger’s hotel room to give a blowjob. I go there to do something I usually like. But fear doing it to a stranger with no connection to them.

So, these were strangers to me. But they were friends of The Boss, He was friends with my Owner. I needed to hear “good slave” from two important people I trusted. To do that, I tapped into my need to serve, to please, and to make sure others around me are happy and relaxed. I was born to serve. It’s why He owns me.

I was sucking the cocks of these men I never met to be “of service” to The Boss or The Boss Wife. These were her girlfriends I was being told to lick to orgasm or to clean out and get them ready for another round of fucking.

I know many don’t understand the way I think like that. I was there to do what I was meant to do. I was there to “serve”. And it was for me to serve a man I respect. To make Him smile and be impressed with how well I obeyed His commands and represented Him to His guests through my obedient service.

So in the way I was told to lick these pussy’s, It was something I enjoyed. Maybe it’s not the act of pleasuring a woman that turns me off. But I wasn’t there for my pleasure, I was there for Thier Pleasure. I was there to be used, serve, and make my Owner’s Boss proud.

If I was not a slave, and some woman asked me to lick her pussy, I would walk in the other direction as fast as possible. But I am not a free woman; I am an owned slave. And licking a cum filled pussy is what I was told to do; it was what I would do with pride and honor for Him.

This was me serving His needs and His pleasures by serving them. They were just the recipients of my love for Him.

Now, my report on Super Bowl Sunday may make a little more sense in why I was so well used and so happy from being so well used. They hit all of my hot buttons and had me dripping wet from the money I arrived to the moment master-Sir walked me to His car to take me home.

The Rabbit Hole

February 4, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

In every relationship, a little rain must fall. So they say. Right now Las Vegas is in the middle of a week’s worth of rain.

Here at my Owner’s home, we are going down a rabbit hole unlike any other we have encountered. And it is testing our commitment to each other.

The other night, during one of my maintenance spanking’s, Master-Sir had my emotions going off in all directions as He asked me questions about our relationship.

He asked about the new rule where I am not allowed orgasms unless in front of him as well as others not cumming in my holes and I lost it. I got angry, upset and started to explain how it was not humiliations and I felt it certainly wasn’t obedience. To me, it was pure unwanted torture and abuse and not in any way that I liked it or enjoyed it.

In all the years He has owned me, I have been agreeable to anything He has asked me to do. I have never really objected to any of His rules or His commands. I may not like them ,but I obeyed because that’s what a good slave is supposed to do.

Master-Sir has earned my trust in Him and His commands. I know that no matter what He tells me to do, it will not to harm me. I can live with that. Even if I don’t like what He commands me to do, its made up by all the things He has me do that I really enjoy.

In the past, we have always talked about the issues that may have bothered me. But in this case, it was a new rule and with all that has been going on around us, we never had the time to just talk about it.

It’s also the one rule Ineeded time to understand. The men fuckl my pussy, but cum in my mouth. Or they stand in front of me and I watch as their cock twitches and send streams of cum everywhere but my mouth.

The main issue that I have is that I am there to please them. Make them enjoy using this fluffy old slave. And I enjoy feeling them shoot their reward on my holes and hear their sounds of pleasure as they unload in my holes. Sometimes its the grunts that I look forward to and the feeling that I have been of service to them.

If they do as He requests, they need to stop right as they are about to cum, change positions, then resume. That’s a lot of work for them and I think takes away the pleasure they have of using a cum-dump.

I have learned over the last couple of years, on how to temporarily mentally block my need for a orgasm when they are fucking me. I think I am pretty good at not needing one while I am being used. If I needed to, I used to be allowed to finger myself to one after I was alone. I’m ok with that.

We ended the maintenance spanking, He let me fall to the floor and into His arms, wrapped in a blanket. We didn’t talk for a couple of minutes until i was clear headed and explained my thoughts the best that I could.

I now prefer to focus more on their enjoyment, getting them to have more of a experience fucking one of my holes, them hearing me beg for more or telling them how wonderful it feels when they are using me as their cumdump.

Master-Sir did not like that I had previously told Him that withholding my orgasm, made me more submissive. And it does. But in this case, it has become more of me attempting to tolerate it. I have a feeling of being used in a way I didn’t like.

Yes, I am more submissive, I am more focused on fucking or sucking, but I feel an emotional void, an uneasy emptiness when they use my holes but not to the end.

I enjoy watching them end inside me, then get dressed and leave. I actually get a little emotional high when they dump inside me, smile at me and know they can leave without saying another word. No reciprocation, no nothing. Just use me and go about your day.

Under this new rule, it just breaks up the mental connection I/we have as they command me to open my holes to them. The way t is now, I don’t want to be used, I prefer to be used just as a domestic slave, not a sexual slave.

Its not easy to explain because I never had these feelings before. I have never felt like this, where I pray they don’t want to fuck me.

He knew I would suffer if they only used my holes but not cum in me. And it does drive me a little needy, a little crazy. It is painful. I just want a different way to feel the pain that He wants me to feel when I am being used.

Master-Sir wants me to go orgasm free for long periods of time. I get that. But I really want to feel them use me as much as they want without any restrictions. Its what I am here for, to be used and abused for their pleasures.

Is it worth ending or restricting our relationship over? The way I feel about it right now? Honestly? Yes. Its that much of a painful situation. I can’t deal with that void, the emptiness I am feeling. The loss of the mental, emotional connection I get when I am being used as their cumdump. Its too painful.

The rabbit hole was how I can feel the connection of being a faithful cumdump while I am also fulfilling His desire that I feel the pain and the humiliation in the way that we both have always enjoyed it.

I hope what I have said made sense. In my head, the feelings right now are painful, the need to be used and feel that I have pleased them/him overrides just about everything else in my world.

I am sure we will get through this and get back to a normal situation soon., I just needed ot get this off my chest and out there to understand it all.

Thank You,

Bitch Slave

She Saw Me

January 29, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

As I predicted, Master-Sir has taken my submission or at least His desire to use me to a much deeper level this year.

He has already made it clear that I will not have any orgasms unless they are in front of Him or an audience.

Also, the people He lets me use can use any hole as usual. What has changed is that He has asked them not to cum inside me except in my mouth or let it shoot on my body or the floor. Ordering me to lick it up afterward.

Both of these are driving me crazy and making me even more rabidly submissive.

If you follow me, you will remember that back in December, I was giving my Master a blowjob when I tasted a female on His cock. He told me it was Miss Amy—a new lady who works in His company’s Reno office.

He told me that I would probably be meeting her soon. And this week, I met her. It was more like she met me.

I came home from work, I got naked in His office, and He had me stand in front of His desk, in inspection position, Hands behind my head, eyes facing forward, legs shoulder width apart. Speak only when spoken to.

He turned His webcam at me and put her on speaker. I couldn’t see her. He introduced His slut slave to her and told her to ask any questions.

She was very direct with her questions and her remarks. Master-Sir must have explained how to ask and remark. “she is …” or ” Can she?” questions seemed more directed to Him than to me.

There were a few directed at me that I was allowed to answer.
“Slave, why would a woman like you let your man sleep with another woman?” my reply: “Miss Amy, I am His property, not his woman. That means He owns me. He can do as He pleases, while I can only do as He allows. All I require is to be kept safe from harm and to be well used for His pleasures. I am here to serve His pleasures, not mine.”

“Bitch, did you enjoy tasting me on His cock? My reply: Yes, Miss Amy, Thank You. It shocked me at first because it’s been a while since He has had a beautiful woman to have sex with. I am happy He is out there once again.”

Do you enjoy having to share your man with other women? My Reply: Miss Amy, I don’t share anything. He shares me. I am His property, His slave, to be used as a cum dump or a sex toy. I never wanted to be His lover. He deserves a pretty woman to love; I want to make sure He is happy; that’s what I always wanted. For me, I always wanted to find a nice yet firm Dom to use me for His pleasures. I think I did!

Otherwise, it was “Have her show me her ass” (Master-Sir would give me the command). Is she wet? Him: Slave, feel your pussy. “Yes, she is very wet.” Then have me lick my fingers clean while she laughed

After she ran out of questions, Master-Sir returned to His work; they talked back and forth about the project they were working on. All this time, He kept the camera on me.

Occasionally, she would remark about my obedience, my saggy tits, or something like that. Otherwise, I was ignored. And being ignored while being displayed makes my mind go to weird places. I could feel my wetness grow. I knew there was a puddle at my feet. I wanted to hide at the same time as I wanted Him to use me for His cum-dump. But He ignored me.

At one point, He did send me for a fresh drink. She wanted to see how I kneel to serve Him His drink and to know if I will do the same for her when/if she visits. (yes)

I was humiliated as I could not see her, but she could see my naked body. I wondered if anyone else could see me. She had me move around to show her my holes, and she often wanted to make sure I was still wet and close to an orgasm, but I had to stop when I was close. I am learning to count down from 10; as I get closer to 1, they know I am almost ready to cum, and they stop me.

At one point, He came down to me; He never said a word. He removed His pants, fucked my sloppy pussy; He came while reminding me that I was not allowed to cum, then after I sucked His cock clean, He sent me off to start dinner. But first, I had to lick the mess that I made on the floor. At that point, I heard her laugh.

As I left the room, He had me stop to say goodbye to Miss Amy. I heard her laugh again and tell me that I was a good, obedient slave and that she looked forward to using me someday soon. They continued talking after I left the room.

As I fixed dinner, He came into the kitchen and never said another word about the call. Other than that I made Him proud by how I behaved.

As my reward, He had me hump His leg after dinner. He was edging me for over two hours while He watched a movie. My head was so dizzy, wanting to cum, I could not tell you what He was watching. I was edged, I was humiliated, I was used, I was wet. I just wanted to be allowed to cum…

But Not Tonight…

My New Year’s Eve

January 4, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

I finally have some free time to update you on my New Year’s Eve. This year was a little different than most as we went to a public party filled with vanilla people!

We had the entire day to ourselves.

After breakfast and after I cleaned everything up, He had me lay on the floor in front of the TV, facing my Master, and telling me that I had to finger myself to orgasm.

Actually, I was allowed two, s—the kind where I see the stars and the birdies over my head. Yes, I’m weird.

Finally, after two months of going without! I can say it was wonderful. All the pent-up emotions and the thrill of having to be displayed like that caused me to have two powerful rolling orgasms. The kind where I see the stars and the birdies over my head. Yes, I’m weird.

I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors heard. And I made a big wet spot on my towel.

After I caught my breath and my vision returned, I couldn’t kiss Master-Sir’s feet enough, thanking him for that privilege. He patted me on the head, telling me that I was a good Bitch slave. I was probably ready for another one at that point!

For New Year’s Eve, He took me out to a party at a local resort.

Yes, He took me out in public. He allowed me to dress up, wear a bra and panties, and look as pretty as possible as I hung on His arm.

He couldn’t let me go out in public without something that reminded me that I was His slave. So right before leaving the house, He inserted a medium-sized butt plug. It was large enough to walk somewhat normally, yet I always knew it was there.

It felt strange to be the guest and not the slave. Watch other people serve the food, clear the plates, and serve the guests.

Of course, I ensured Master Sir always had a fresh drink, and I got Him anything He wanted or needed. I was His slave.

It felt like a dream to be on His arm, both of us dressed in our finest clothes, as we walked around, talking to people. I was allowed to be like them for a couple of hours, with no restrictions, no formalities.

Occasionally, I would feel His hand on my back as he pushed on the butt plug to remind me, He was in charge. I was free to talk and to visit, but I knew I was still His slave and needed to be proper in my manners or suffer a punishment.

He even danced with me for a couple of slow songs. He held me, and he kissed me a lot. He smelled so nice. It felt so wonderful to have His arms around me, holding me.

My ex-boss and his nephew were also there, and it was nice to catch up with them. I gave the nephew his first blowjob when he turned 16 (cough, cough). I was also the first woman He saw naked.

Both of them were in town for the event with their spouses. My Ex-boss did ask permission to take me into the family bathroom and have a blowjob. Being on my knees in front of Him brought back some beautiful memories.

Finally, as it got close to midnight, Master-Sir took me to our suite. We were off the Strip at another resort.

He had me sitting on the couch, looking out the window. He pulled the butt plug out and had me lick it clean. We toasted the old year, and we kissed.

Then I saw Him bring out the evil clamps. He hadn’t played with them in a long time, and now He wanted to. Worse yet, these were not just the evil nipple clamps; they had a chain going down to a clamp for my clit. This was going to be a painful New Year’s Eve.

Something I am not proud of and something I really do, but I begged Him to do something else. Those things are painful, especially when he pulls on them as He gets close to coming. I hate them.

I pleaded with him to use something else for this moment. A paddle, the larger butt plug, anything where I would be allowed to enjoy some of what I knew was about to happen.

Nope, He smiled as he attached them and then ordered me over the couch, and I felt Him push in me. There was no foreplay or anything romantic.

The clit clamp was causing me so much pain, I could not focus on anything else, and I knew I would not be having any orgasm as he was going to enjoy having one. But I am His slave, and He does as He wants with his slave.

I was hurting as he just used my pussy for His pleasure. I could feel His cock get harder each time He pulled on the chains as I was moaning/begging/crying.

I was right; the pain from the clamps never allowed me to enjoy being used. I tried to watch as the celebration began, but my eyes were filled with tears.

In the middle of the fireworks, I felt Him reach under me and take the clit clamp off. The sudden flood of blood was worse than the feeling of them on me. And then I felt Him shoot His load in me and scream, “Happy New Year.”

Between the pain from the clamps, the feel of Him humping me, and then the rush after he took them off just as he was coming and the fireworks were at their peak, I was one mess of emotions…

Have I ever mentioned how my Owner is a master at fucking with your emotions? He is. Master-Sir pulled me around, pulled off the nipple clamps (OUCH), and kissed me deeply as he massaged my boobs. My mind was all blubber at that point.

I could not tell you if I came or not. I didn’t care.

After I sucked His cock clean, He pulled me by my hair onto the bed (yum). He had me sit on top of him, His soft cock under my wet pussy (I love that) as we toasted to the new year.

He hugged me and kissed me again. Did I mention He was a great kisser when I was allowed to be kissed?

I collapsed from being drained of any energy. Smiling and in love. I fell asleep.

In the morning, we both woke up at the same time. He rolled me back on top of him and fucked me. He hasn’t done that in ages. To feel Him in me and letting me ride His cock, was another round of orgasms.

With my hands behind my back, riding His cock up and down, He bit and pulled on my nipples until I was about to orgasm (again), and He pushed me off. Ordering me to finger myself as he came in my open mouth.

I didn’t know what to do or feel at the time. I wasn’t happy not having Him use me to the end. I wanted so badly to feel Him cum inside me; it’s been a long time since he or anyone did that. But I was happy just being used for His pleasures.

We showered together, and that’s when he told me, “In 2024, You will not be allowed to orgasm from penetration.”

Saying that like yesterday morning, on the floor at home, with my fingers, I will beg to come as he and others watch.

Sometimes, he can play the ultimate mind-fuck on me!

But again, I would never trade my life today for my life before I became His slave. Never. He owns me, and I will do whatever he tells me to do, or I will suffer any way my Owner deems I need to suffer to please Him.

That is what I wanted and what He is giving me.

2024 is going to be an exciting year! I hope you had a wonderful

Christmas Dinner 2023

December 26, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I hope everyone had a wonderful and fulfilling Holiday weekend.

Today, we served a Christmas dinner for Master-Sir and several of His friends. It was a wonderful experience because I was displayed and used alongside one of my dearest friends, His mistress, and a couple of other people I am not allowed to name.

The Female Dominant and male slave couple we are friends with came over. She is addressed as Mistress, and her slave/husband is called slave-Boi. It’s been a few months since the last time we saw them and I was anxious to be with Him again..

I get upset because, first, a male slave is not proper in my world. Worse yet, He is handsome, well-educated, and appropriate in His manners. Plus, He has one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever sucked on, and she only allows Him to fuck her twice a year. Otherwise, it’s in a cage.

They arrived first, Slave-Boi entered the house after His mistress and immediately stripped down to His pink panties and cock cage. Then He knelt on the floor and kissed my owner’s feet, thanking Him for the invite. (grrr… )

As usual, when they visit, she has me lying on the floor in the middle of the room, my legs open. She then unlocks His cage, and we watch as He gets hard.

She orders Him to “fuck the bitch slave and get it over with.” She usually stands over him with a crop and uses it on Him if He slows down.

Right now, Master-Sir has me in orgasm denial. And men who use me are asked to finish in my mouth or on the floor for me to lick up.

I was hoping that maybe, in this instance, Master would allow me to cum and for Him to cum inside me. But nope. Once he had fucked me to almost orgasm, He was ordered to pull out. I immediately moved to suck His cock as He came into my mouth.

Shortly after they arrived, our other friends showed up. A married couple and a single male friend.

Slave-Boi and I spent the next couple of hours in the kitchen, cooking and setting the table while ensuring everyone had full drinks and snacks. We slaves drank from a bowl on the floor.

Occasionally, Mistress and my Owner would come into the kitchen to check on us. We would kneel on the floor; they would sample what we were cooking, then feed us some scraps they cut off or took off the table.

Mistress likes to humiliate us. When serving drinks, she wanted to humiliate me by having me kneel on the floor and catch snacks in my mouth as she threw them in the air.

Or make me feel myself, rub my clit for a minute, and tell her/them that I was wet and why I was wet. Then, let me know I was not to have an orgasm, no matter what happens today. Did I mention she is excellent at verbal humiliation?

The husband and the single friend found their way into the kitchen several times, where I was ordered to give them blowjobs.

The wife had permission to use slave-boi for her sexual pleasures. And she did, several times. If Boi got an erection, He was to stand at attention in the living room while I was ordered to masturbate Him to orgasm. Afterward, He kissed His mistress’s feet to thank her for allowing Him to do it.

I always hated to watch them. She should be the slave, not the man.

The other couple were vanilla swingers, but they enjoyed watching the slaves get used.

I guess in the kink world, they would call it high protocol. But when the food was ready, we put it on the table and invited everyone to sit. Slave Boi and I were to stand behind our owners, hands at our sides, silent until needed. Our job was to refill a plate or a drink or kneel at the side of a guest to allow them to feed one of us their scraps.

Ultimately, they put their plates on the floor, sat back, and made humiliating comments as they watched Slave Boi and I lick the plates clean.

Afterward, as we cleaned the table, they returned to the patio, sat for a couple more hours talking, and enjoyed a relaxing afternoon served by two slaves.

When they were leaving, I was kneeling at Master-Sir’s feet as they got their shoes on and said their goodbyes to Him. They patted my head, thanking HIM for the wonderful meal, and left as it should be. It was His meal, His party, I was His slave.

Today, Master-Sir has upped His use of me as a slave/property. He is ignoring my whines and my begging completely. He usually would at least acknowledge me and tell me to be quiet or something like that. Now, it’s just being used as He wants to, then ignored. He knows it’s what turns me on. To be used as nothing more than an animate object,

looking back, licking the plates or feeding by hand is now routine for us. Today, He took it one step further. Several times He pulled me aside, pushed me to kneel, then stuck His cock in my mouth, telling me to drink. He usually only had me drink His stream first thing in the morning. In the bedroom. Today, it was out in the kitchen and the office. He told me to get used to it.

I would have to put today as the almost perfect day for me. I loved how I was used, ignored, and properly humiliated. I wish I was used more for sex and maybe even a little rougher.

Maybe bent over the chair, and my ass spanked in front of everyone. Why? Because it would be what my Owner wanted to use me for. And to show others how obedient I am

Not being allowed to sit with the others and enjoy my meal, even a special meal like this, at the table, that’s what I like. To be at their feet. To be fed what they don’t want. To be used and ignored.

I know it sounds weird, and maybe I am weird. But to serve the people important to His life while I am made to suffer? I could have had several orgasms over that if I were allowed one.

Yes, I am a slave to the core.

I am a well-loved slave!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you had a wonderful Holiday!

Thanksgiving 2023

November 25, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

This thanksgiving was certainly one to remember!

First off, all that week, my Brother and my Younger sister were both here. The sister that learned who I was by stalking me on Fetlife!

It was nice to be able to actually sit down with her and talk about finding the right Master and how to be prepared for Him when you do find him.

She had asked my Owner before coming here if I could at least be covered in a robe or something. Not nude, topless is ok. She just isn’t ready for the full-on nude sister serving. And He agreed.

When she was around, I wore an open robe, or a lingerie set that at least covered part of me. She had no issue with topless. I understood her concerns and I enjoyed the feeling of some clothing in the house again!

The first morning they were here, I was waking up my Owner like I normally do. After taking His morning stream, he told me to wash my mouth out and go wake my Brother up the proper way.

I smiled and thanked Him as I ran down to my bathroom, washed my mouth out then entered the guest room, on my knees, crawling up to His bed and pulling back the sheets. He was already waking up when He saw me and smiled.

He rolled on His back, as I saw His cock was already starting to get hard and tall as I worked my way between His legs and took Him into my mouth. Tell Him why my Master sent me to Him, and if He approved, this would be a morning ritual.

He told me to thank my owner as He pulled on my hard nipples. He agreed that a morning blowjob would be a nice way to wake up every morning.

And so, I did. After Master-Sir was taken care of in the morning and before I made them all breakfast, I woke my Bother up with a blowjob.

I was worried about Him not feeling right about it too soon after His wife/sub death. But He told me it’s exactly what He needed to start moving on. Some reassurance from a friendly slave helps.

It was nice to feel Him in my mouth again and to know He’s ok with it still. I was His first since she passed away and it didn’t take Him long to give me my reward. I enjoyed swallowing every drop.

For Thanksgiving, Master’s Boss agreed to host a “orphan’s thanksgiving”. Meaning those we work with that have no family here to celebrate with, are invited to celebrate with us.

They are swingers and they have an executive style house with plenty of room. Since this would be a mixed group, us kinky folk promised to use the upstairs for any of our needs and desires. Away from the vanillas!

The couple who owns the Pizza Pub we frequent had all their kids shipped off to relatives, so they joined us. The wife, who is a slave, she and I were volunteered to clean the house and get it ready the night before.

For a reminder, I call my Owner’s Boss, “The Boss” and His wife is “The Wife”. Their studly son who was our pool man, I call “The Son”.

My sister was there simply to observe and enjoy the show. And what a show it was. She thought it was interesting how we slaves were never consulted, we were just told that we would be there to clean the house.

No comment, no conversation. It didn’t matter if we liked the assignment or not. It was our duty to get naked and ask where they wanted us to start. After that, we were not allowed to speak unless it was necessary. Doing as we were told.

Apparently, there is something erotic about seeing a naked woman, on her hands and knees with her boobs almost to the floor, as she uses a rag and a bucket to wash the floors.

Because every time either one of us was in that position, one of the men watching came up to stop us and fucked us. There was no warning or words. They just came to us, took what they wanted, they filled one of our holes, got cleaned off then walked away smiling and leaving us with another new mess to lick up.

Thanksgiving day, we two slaves were dressed properly for the occasion: short skirts, white blouses, and holiday aprons. I was allowed to wear a bra since my top was somewhat transparent. But you could still see it was a black bra.

At least two of my holes were easy to get to if needed. And they were. Several times I was walked upstairs to be used, usually a pussy fuck or blowjob. Then, I returned to the kitchen with a nice smile on my face.

The Wife always had a smile when she saw us return from being used.

We slaves, although in public we were called by our real names, were there to serve. To make sure the plates were full, the tables cleaned up and the drinks always filled.

The Wife made the meal then spent the rest of the time watching over the slave help. Both of us enjoyed being used like that. Letting the others relax, enjoy the friendship and not be bothered with anything.

Isn’t that why you have slaves?

It was nice to see my old boss, my current boss as well. They both took a liking to my sister. Especially when they realized what she was wanting to find. A Master.

Neither one of them took her home or anything. But she enjoyed the feeling of being wanted and being able to discuss her desires and to have her questions answered by a dominant male with the same mindset in real life.

Both of us slaves were told to properly thank our hostess for allowing us to serve her and the guests. She had a nice pussy with a small, well-trimmed bush. She was tough to get off, but with two slaves working our tongues in her very wet pussy, we finally got her off to several orgasms before she sent us home.

Before we took my Brother and sister to the airport, my Brother finally bent me over the breakfast bar and fucked my pussy while pulling my hair (yum!!). I think we both needed that as we both had rocking orgasms (with permission) and worked up a nice sweat.

I enjoyed sucking His cock clean and getting Him properly dressed just as our sister was coming down the stairs.

Yes, all three of us hugged and cried as they walked into the security cue and flew back home. It turns out that my sister has stayed in contact with my old Boss. Nothing serious so far, but they are talking.

Now it’s on to New Year’s Eve and the Super Bowl.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday for those who celebrate it.

The Conversation: Part Two

November 9, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

It was interesting to have my Owner’s older brother figure out His younger brother is a kinky MF’er! So now both His brothers know, but neither one told the other yet…

Once I gave Him that goodnight blowjob, The older brother was hooked! Before we left, He asked if he could stay with us while attending the SEMA convention. He originally planned to stay at a resort and visit us for dinner and events. Of course, Master Sir said, “Hell, Yes!”

SEMA is a huge aftermarket automotive convention here in Las Vegas.

After picking Him up from the airport, we went out to dinner. In a booth in the back of our favorite restaurant, I sat between my men/Master’s. As I expected, he had a thousand questions He wanted answered, but we had to be careful in public, so we talked a little here and there about how He gets to use me for whatever he needs to be done.

We left there and went to our house. As usual, I enter and immediately take off my clothes. Master Kevin stood there and watched with a surprised look on His face. Master informed him, “Slaves are kept naked in my house.” I continued.

Once I was naked, I knelt at His feet and kissed them, welcoming Him into my Owner’s house. For Him, the surprises just keep coming!

Master-Sir made me stand in the middle of the living room as if I were being inspected. I guess I was. My hands were behind my head, and my legs were shoulder-width apart. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. That was the rule for the week.

Master-Sir started to explain my body to His brother—my hair, how I like it to be pulled and make me kneel for a blowjob.

My saggy breasts. He can play with them, pinch them, and pull on them. Master-Sir told Him where he could find some nipple clamps and other toys (or ask me to bring them to Him).

Master-Sir rubbed my clit to get me excited and moaning before removing His hand and showing His Brother how best to play with me and not make me cum.

The Brother had a huge smile on His face as His hand reached between my legs to agree with my Owner. I was getting wetter the more they played with me and talked about me, and they also ignored me. He was shocked at how smooth I was.

Master-Sir had me turn around and then bend over; I spread my butt cheeks apart as he talked about the butt plug as well as how to properly fuck a sloppy pussy. (the butt plug helps).

I guess for the humiliation aspect of it, Master-Sir made me hold my ass open a while longer as they talked about other things before I was sent off to get them cold beers.

That’s when he asked about the dog bowls and the dog bed. Both items are for me to use, so Master-Sir explained how I am to be hand-fed.

His brother was shocked by how much this was more than he ever expected. He was only familiar with Master/slave on the Internet or in the movies. He didn’t realize there was this entire world where it is really lived 24/7.

When I returned, the men were sitting on the recliners. I knelt to serve each of their beers before kneeling beside my owner’s chair.

The Brother had a pretty good bulge in His shorts as they talked. Master-Sir told Him to take me into His bedroom and “do something”. The brother grabbed me by the hair and made me crawl to the guest bedroom behind him. The man learns fast!

He began asking me for something, and I politely stopped him. I need to be told, not asked, what he wants. As long as I am not harmed or arrested for it, I will do as he tells me to.

He just wanted to fuck me doggie style and pull my hair as he came. And He did! It was a fun ride as His cock kept going almost all the way out before plunging back into my hole while He pulled my hair.

He kept moaning and saying how wonderful this was. Better than the “skinny bitch I married”.

The faster he went, the harder he fucked. I was into never-never land quickly when I asked Him if “This slave can cum, sir?”. Hearing me ask, I felt His cock seem to grow a little more when He said I could., He wanted to listen to a woman cum. And I did!

As I was coming down from my orgasm, He was already pumping my pussy with His cum. Catching His breath, He started to pull out. So I quickly turned around to suck Him clean. Another shocking moment in His learning curve. I love to lick and clean the wet cock that just fucked me.

Later that night and each night after that, I would finish my evening chores, then go into His room to see if he needed anything or wanted to use me for anything. Apparently, He found he could sleep better after he had a blowjob.

My Owner enjoyed hearing when and how His brother used me.

In the morning, I made breakfast for them both; he liked choosing my clothing for the day and then fucking me doggie style before allowing me to get dressed. I had noticed that every day, he got better and took longer to cum. <smiles>

Usually, I am supposed to wear a butt plug to work. However, with all that I am doing at the office to prepare for the F1 race, I am doing a lot of walking and moving around. Wearing a Butt Plug would make that more complex and awkward. So, He allowed me to go without this week.

The Brother would ride with me to work, then catch the monorail to the convention center. Like my Owner, He liked me to drive with my top open or down and my boobs on display until we got close to my work.

After work, He liked to watch me strip as I entered Master-Sir’s office then slap my ass as he commanded “Get the men’s dinner started”. He tried to sound like some master from a horrible pornHub video! It was so cute!

Every night, He had me type up some notes he made at the show for his job. I also answered some of His business emails for him. He and my Owner sat and talked or watched television. He really liked that part! He was really getting into having this all-purpose-made/slave at His beck and call!

Master-Sir would offer me to Him to lay on the couch and worship His cock while watching a game or talking about life. He enjoyed that as He also played with my boobs, pinching my nipples and then not allowing me to have an orgasm. (Grr..)

Friends came to visit, and occasionally, I was casually led out of the room for them to use me. When we had food delivery, I gave the delivery man a blow job as if he was expecting it (He was).

The Brother was always amazed at how we lived like this without any problems, That a woman could enjoy being “used like this” and not feel abused or offended.

( we had several of those conversations about submission and how I actually craved it) It was indeed a full-time, 24/7 life for us.

He often commented on how a woman like myself was so comfortable in my body and myself that I was so happy being naked as I was serving them drinks, getting fucked, or Him beating my ass just because He wanted to.

I enjoyed being in silent mode. It gave them time to catch up on life and family matters and be honest about certain family issues. He spent a lot of time talking about his 15-year marriage and how/why it failed (communication).

He said that he would make sure to make the family be a little more hospitable when we visit. Master-Sir would tell their other brother it’s okay to talk to the other brother and have open communication between the three of them. There would be no secrets anymore.

On the final night, He finally took my last hole. Even Master-Sir was surprised That He waited until the end to fuck my ass.

Looking back, it was comical. After an enema, I knelt at the edge of the bed, waiting for directions. He snapped His fingers as He pointed to the bed. Telling me He wanted my head down, ass up. I loved how easily He now commanded me!

He started to fuck my pussy for lubricant as he was debating if he/how he should. As I felt Him pull out, I smiled. When I felt the head of His cock on my tight hole, He stopped for a moment. I started to beg and cheer Him on. “Yes, Yes, Please Sir”

That’s what it took. He pushed straight in, groaning as He pushed all of His cock into my tight hole till I felt His balls hit my pussy. He needed to catch His breath as I howled a little to get the pain out as I thanked Him.

He finally called me “Bitch slave” as he was proud of Himself, just pushing Himself to the hilt. Not having to ask permission and not worrying about my comfort. He did ask me if I was ready for more. (Hell Yes Sir)

As with other Anal Virgins. He was very vocal about how tight it felt and how they wished they could have this more often. Calling me Bitch slave as he pulled in and out with force, not slowing down until he started to cum. Telling me, “Take it all, slave.” I smiled as I was also on the cusp of an orgasm. I was hearing him act like He was a real Dom!

The following morning, one more blowjob, then off to the airport. Master-Sir reminded Him that he was welcome back anytime. And anytime, I am His to use.

I smiled and kissed Master-Sir for giving me the honor to serve Him/them.

The Conversation. Part One

November 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Several weeks ago, Master-Sir and I returned to Chicago for my sister-in-law’s funeral (my brother’s wife). We spent three nights with my brother and one night at His family’s house.

On the final night, we were having dinner with my Owner’s family, and His mother was kind enough to invite my brother for dinner as well.

After dinner, my brother and I moved with everyone else to the living room for the family to go down memory lane. I took my usual spot on the floor before my Owner, who was sitting in a recliner.

After some time, His older brother Kevin went outside for a smoke. He tapped my Master on the shoulder, wanting him to follow him out, and then he tapped me on the head and motioned for me to follow Him as well.

Curiosity got to us. We all went outside. He continued to walk off the back patio into the backyard, away from the house. Both Master-Sir and I weren’t sure what was going on. He usually smokes on the rear deck.

There, away from everyone else, He started to pace and acted a little nervous before going on a long tangent about us.

“I always knew there was something I was missing about you two. Something never made sense. And then it all fell into place tonight, and now I felt pretty stupid.”

He never gave us a chance to respond.

Looking at me, “I had you figured all wrong, sweetheart, and now I am sorry for how I have treated you all these years. Hell, the entire family had you pegged wrong, girl, and I apologize the best that I can and hope to somehow make it up to you.”

Master-Sir finally stopped His rant and demanded in a brotherly fashion to please explain what in the hell he was talking about.

“You two are kinky people. That’s the best I can explain it. Kinky. That isn’t good, but I never caught on to it until tonight. Then it all made sense when our mother invited your brother (looking at me) to dinner. Watching him, I saw that it went from 50/50 to 99%. I still could not really understand it, then this evening, in the living room, I saw what you did, and I went, “Dah?””

We were both still scratching our heads and, again, looking at me. “Please understand where I am coming from. When we met you, you were not anywhere near what we were used to seeing my brother with. He dates prom queens and gorgeous women. We, the family, thought you had some serious dirt on him for making him marry….. I’ll just say, and I apologize for it. A woman like you.”

He continued while still pacing. “We were seriously wondering where you have the love child or whatever stashed. But you don’t. No, I saw it tonight. It’s a kinky connection. And I apologize for how we, er… me, have treated you all this time.”

Master-sir was still not getting all this.

The rant continued. “Look, we all get a little curious about how, when you are here, I never see the bottom of my coffee cup. You always make sure my cup, his cup, and anyone else around us have their coffee refilled before they really need it. I don’t know how you do it, but I, um, we love it. You are a kick-ass waitress.. When sitting around drinking beer, it’s the same thing. I never see the bottom of my bottle because you always have a fresh, cold one waiting for me.”

My Owner’s response. “Your point?”

He looks at us. “OK, this morning, my brother is going to shower. You (me), while he is in the shower, you made the bed, cleaned the room, and laid out His clothes. When he returns, you head downstairs, stopping at the bathroom to ensure it’s all put back in place before heading down to help our Mom with breakfast. You even beat our sister down there. You help prep and you do the clean up. And you do it all with a fucking smile.”

He finally takes a breath.

“This evening, your brother comes over, and I start to piece it together, and he confirms it. You (me) help mom with dinner and You set the table. You make sure your brother, my brother, and our father, who is sitting at the head of the table, are all served food before anyone including you, you sit down to serve yourself. “

I still do not understand his rambling.

He continues. I wish I could add the Chicago accent! “I saw it before and never really thought anything of it. But with your brother here, you served Him as well. That’s what made me connect the dots.”

He’s still pacing and choking on his cigarette.

“Then we move to the living room. You (me) just casually sit at my brother’s feet as you always do. You do it so naturally, as if it’s normal, that you do it without even thinking. I’m guessing it is. But that is not normal for me or any other married male. If there are no other seats, my wife, sorry, now ex-wife, may opt to sit on the floor, wherever there is room. But you never change. You sit at the feet of your husband or if He’s not there, your brother. Even if a chair is available, you will sit on the floor. “

Ok, you caught me! I like to sit at His feet.

“Then, after some time of everyone talking, I look over, and you (me) put two fingers on His arm and then look up at Him. He nods, and you get up to go to the bathroom. That was your way to ask permission to use the bathroom silently. Right? You return, and you lean in to whisper something to my brother. I’m figuring you are thanking him for allowing you to use the bathroom. That’s just awesomely kinky!” and He smiles at us.

Now, it is starting to make a little sense.

“I’m just an old, formerly married man who lives in the vanilla world. We had sex on a regular basis, almost like it was on the calendar or something. And always with the lights off. On a good night, I may get a blowjob from her, but only if she wanted to or it was a special event, birthday, or something. My brother? He lives in the 50 shades of kink. I think you’re both more than 50 shades thing type of a master-slave marriage. Isn’t it?”

He was proud of that fact. He figured it all out!

Master-Sir smiled, looked at me, and then at his brother. “My dear, wonderful brother of mine, may I introduce you to my obedient slave?” He then pointed me to face his brother directly.

“Now, slave, show my brother how obedient you are.”

I smile at Him as I unbutton my blouse, open it, and unhook my bra. My big saggy boobs fell out, and I smiled at Him while holding my blouse open.

I think his eyes popped out of their sockets. “Holy fuck, they are big. I mean, sorry, they are, um, beautiful. I just have never seen them that big in real life before. Dam, girl!”

I looked at him in his beautiful steel gray eyes: “Thank You, Sir. And may I add that your brother still dates some of the most beautiful women I have ever been allowed to meet.”

Master-Sir tapped me, and I buttoned back up. Master-Sir was smiling, if not laughing, at His brother’s reaction.

My Master continues, “Now, you want more proof. Stick your hand up her skirt. You’ll find she is probably pretty wet. Go for it.”

He looked at his brother and than me and nervously did as requested. I felt his cold, shaking fingers slowly find my warm, wet spot. “No panties?” He asks as He looks at His brother.

“No, Sir, I am not allowed to wear them, Sir,” I called Him Sir for the first time.

He was still looking down at his arm as His hand was in my skirt, and three fingers were slowly finding their way up my wet pussy.

He pulled them out as soon as they got wet as if I had done something to them. I grabbed His hand and put the wet fingers into my mouth to lick them off while smiling into his eyes. I guess I still know how to tease.

Master-Sir broke the silence. “So that you know, she also gives the world’s best blow jobs. If you ever want one, go for it. Ah, Don’t ask her for one, tell her you want one. She will obey your words as if they were mine.”

I look at Master. “Yes, Sir.”

He looked at me as if he were hearing some foreign language. “I can just tell her what I want, and she will do it?”

My Master filled in the basic rules: keep it private, not harm the slave, do not expose the slave, etc. “Keep those rules in mind, and I have no problem with you using my slave.”.

I smiled at him to assure him it was okay. He looked frightened, not sure what to say or do.

He was not sure of it all. Maybe it was too much too soon.

He seemed to forget what we just talked about.

“So, you are his slave, sub?”

“No, Sir, I am not His submissive; I’m His slave. He owns me. He commands me, and I obey, no questions. Now you can do the same. Sir”

He looks at his brother. “So, if I ask her for a blowjob, she’s just going to give it to me, and you are ok with this?”

Master-Sir straightened him out again. Explaining that if he felt it was safe from those who would not understand or in private, he could take my hand, walk up to the bedroom, shut the door, and have his way with me. He emphasized there was no reason for him to ask me. He had to tell me what he expected me to do or perform, and I would make it happen.

And yes, He is happy to loan His slave out to his brother. Master-Sir put His hand on his brother’s back as we walked back into the house. Telling His brother he should have me fix that tent he has growing in his jeans!

Later that night, when everyone was starting to go to their bedrooms, Master-Sir’s brother stopped by our room. Looked at His brother, “May I use your…” Master-sir finished his sentence. “My slave? Yes.”

I happily got off the floor and smiled as I put my hand in His as we walked across the hall. After I took His clothes off and had him on the edge of the bed, I got between his legs. That’s when I saw that He and my Owner are almost identical! His cock was nice and tall and already showing precum.

As I swallowed His cock, he moaned. Laying back on the bed, I could feel His eyes watching me and smiling. I was actually expecting more. But maybe this was too much for a freshly divorced vanilla man to comprehend. He settled for a blowjob, nothing more.

It must have been a while since he had sex because, after only about three or four bobs of my head, he was moaning a little loud before shooting my reward down my throat.

He never said a word. He just smiled and then thanked me as he went soft. I smiled as I thanked him and left the room. I went back to kneel at the bedside of my Master, who told me that I was allowed to sleep with Him tonight.

Curling up in His arms, Master told me I was a good bitch slave. That’s a nice way to end the night!

There is part two!

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