Living a Consensual Non-Consent Lifestyle (CNC)

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A Night Serving Master’s Friends

I’m not sure where to even start. I have hardly slept a wink since. Partly out of pain and partly out of happiness in how I made my Owner happy by being the ultimate slave/cumdump/painslut to five of His best business friends.

I am still sore from the event, so some of this may not make sense.

Earlier last week, Master Sir set up a little celebration for some of His friends He does business with. This relates to their work to set everything up on the Strip for the F1 Grand Prix race in November.

Two of the men already get free use of me. The other three I had never met before and were about to enter a new world they never expected.

The day before, Master told me to do a Zoom call with them. This was for me to introduce myself, not as a slave, but as my Owner’s “personal assistant.” I needed to see them to address them properly and learn their favorite drink.

By 5 pm that day, the house was spotless, the candles glowing, food was ordered and Master made sure I had an enema before inserting a large butt plug in my ass.. I was freshly shaved, and all three holes were clean and ready to be used if not abused. I was also on speech restrictions. To talk only when talked directly to and to answer quickly.

My Boss and Master-Sir’s Boss were the first to arrive. They get the royal treatment. I take their shoes off, kiss their feet, and then I walk on all fours to where Master Sir is sitting.

Each used me. One anal and one pussy before the others arrived. Then I went to clean back up and be ready for the final three guests, the new ones.

Guest arrived, and their jaw hit the floor when they saw a fluffy slave wearing only a black nightie answering the door to let them in. They tried to ask questions about me, But I was not allowed to answer.

I walked them to the living room and properly introduced them. “Mister Jones is Here master.” Then I went to get him a drink. Afterward, I went to stand with my nose in the corner of the room. Did I mention I was wearing a large butt plug each man asked about?

Finally, the last man arrived. All the men sat around the living room with their drinks properly filled when I was called to kneel beside my owner.

Master-Sir explained that I am His wife, his personal assistant, but most importantly, I am His obedient slave 24/7. They needed to see me as the house slave, not as his wife. Finally, “What happens here, stays here?” everyone agreed as I saw tents starting to pop up in their pants.

Master-Sir explained that I may not be pretty, but I am fluffy. They can not hurt me while using me.

What is “using the slave?” one asked. Master Sir had me stand up, hands to my side, eyes pointed down.

“This is my slave. She lives to please me. Her primary duty tonight is to please everyone in the room however she could.” Having me turn around with my ass facing them, I pull my ass cheeks apart, showing them my two holes. “She has three holes ready for you to use as you want. There is a guest room off the kitchen if you want privacy. Condoms are a MUST for two holes; her mouth is open for almost anything.”

His final part of the speech was something they did not need to ask. I will not resist or say no. And Yes, I do enjoy being used for sex. I do not need or want any reciprocal. Just fuck the hole you want and then leave when done. Oh Yes. No kissing. There was a gasp from a couple of the men.

He also had to explain that if I was not serving someone or doing a chore, I was free to be used how they wanted and where they wanted.

As He finished up, the doorbell rang. It was dinner. As expected, my young friend from the pub was making the delivery. He smiled as he brought the food in and set it on the counter.

He then took my hand, and we went outside by the pool for His blowjob—the first of many that night. As I returned to the house, my young friend thanked my Owner and left. Several men were smiling.

I went to dish up and serve the men, then sat at my owner’s feet. They all watched as he fed me from his hand and talked about the project, future work, and how he got so lucky.

Afterward, a new guy entered the kitchen as I took the dinner plates and napkins away. He didn’t say anything but was muttering, so I asked him how he wanted me.

He was a nice man, much like my Owner in looks. He asked if I gave great blowjobs? I smiled, knelt on the floor, opened His zipper, and gave Him my best. He was so excited that He shot His load in my mouth after only a few strokes. As I cleaned Him up, He almost lost His balance. Telling me that was the best ever. (smiles)

My Boss came in and fucked me rough and quick on the counter. My Owner’s Boss followed that with anal sex. It was amazing to be used like that.

One of the other new guys got physically grabby, but I slapped Him off. He titty fucked me. Cum on my tits and face. He told me to leave it there, but that’s not what Master would allow. He understood and apologized. No need to. I have my rules that He did not know about.

The final new guy came in. He started with “may I,” and I stopped Him. I told him to please tell me, not ask me. He blushed. He wanted to lick my pussy. That was it. His frigid wife doesn’t do anything orally. The last pussy he licked was in college.

For me, that is the one sex act I hate the most. I begged Him to let me suck His cock, fuck my ass. Anything But That. I would obey and do it if that’s what He wants. I just wanted to see if I could get out of it. He told me that I would enjoy it.

That’s not the problem. I am not here for him to pleasure me. I’m the slave. I am here to pleasure HIM. But he said that’s what he wants.

He seemed to enjoy it when I walked on all fours, walking him to the guest bedroom. I climbed on the bed and laid on my back with my legs spread open. I apologized for it not being a tight pussy like He deserves. Just an old, flabby one.

He smiled when He noticed I was already wet. My body deceived me! Sad to say, I really enjoyed His licking my pussy. That man had a deep tongue and knew how to use it. I had some of the most powerful orgasms I have had in a long time from that. But I still felt bad for doing it.

Afterward, Master-Sir saw the emotions on my face and knew what happened. He knows me so well. After a scene like that, I feel I need to be punished. So He told everyone to follow Him into the garage for my punishment.

The man who did the deed tried to apologize, but my Owner explained it wasn’t Him; it was me. I knew I needed this.

The wooden paddle was painful, and after a few swats that I correctly counted out and thanked Him for, one man was freaking out and telling my Owner how he thought that was abuse. My owner smiled and then asked the nice man why He had a tent in his pants.

After that, I was back to myself. Refreshing drinks, getting snacks, sitting at my owner’s feet, being fed snacks, and drinking water out of my dog dish in the kitchen.

That’s where Mister “I have to lick your pussy” came in and knelt behind me. The spanking got Him to be a little more brave. He unzipped His pants without saying a word. I felt the head of His cock touching my Pussy. He had a nice tongue. But His cock was just as wonderful. It’s thick and has a nice length. That scared me.

He held my hips and told me it may hurt. i smiled, telling Him that I enjoy pain. He wasted no time in shoving that monster cock into my pussy and started to ram me hard. No warm-up, no slow entry. He liked to grab my boobs and pull on them as he fucked me.

As he rode me, he started sounding like a linebacker, grunting numbers out. After a few strokes, the pain was replaced with me having my own issues trying to hold off the orgasms that were getting stronger with the thrust. The pain in my boobs was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I was closing my eyes and letting it all happen. .

He had His hand on one of my nipples, and I thought He was going to rip it off when He finally said that He was about to cum. And he did. He really unloaded in His condom!

After He pulled out, He was short of breath. So He took a few deep breaths before telling me it was a wonderful and amazing experience to just use a pussy like that.

His head was swirling, trying to figure it out. He could not believe that He had no problem just fucking the pussy of the wife (slave) of one of His friends. To do so willingly, and not have to worry if she enjoyed it or not.

I assured Him I really did enjoy it. But, Yes, I am there to be His cumdump again if needed later that night. He said He really enjoyed the feeling of fucking my saggy pussy with a large butt plug that made me feel tighter.

He was shocked when I pulled off His cock in order to turn around to take His condom off and then wipe His cock clean before I helped put Him back in His pants. I smiled and thanked Him for the use and abuse, and then he left with a big smile on His face.

It was a long night as they talked, drank, and fucked me. Three of them used me anally, including mister “lick my pussy”. That Hurt. Seriously hurt. Yet I still had another powerful orgasm.

By the end of the night, someone was using one of my holes in the kitchen if I wasn’t filling drinks or cleaning up. My Owner told them to use and abuse my saggy tits when using me. I wasn’t going to break, and they would enjoy the feeling. And they did.

One of the things that seemed to keep them getting hard as I always addressed them as Sir. Never their name. And they could call me “slave” or “bitch,” and I answered to them both.

I will have to say that it has been a long time since was I used like that. To be the serving slave/cumdump for five men. I was tired and sore, and I told them I would be smiling for days!

i loved that my Master was smiling each time I came out of the kitchen smiling or when He saw that I still had cum on my face.

To know that no matter the pain or how they used me, I was making sure they knew I was there for them to enjoy using me.

After each time they used me, I asked them not to thank me for anything. I was doing what I love to do: serving. They could thank my Master and let Him know if they enjoyed using me or not. They did!

I may be sore, but I still feel like the happiest, well-used slave on earth.

Thank you for reading!

She’s Gone. Sort of

Last Week, Master-sir’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, went off and married her female lover, who I thought was just a friend. My Bad!

Now, my Owner has told me the entire story. When they first met, I knew who she was. Miss Carol is an executive in the casino management where I work. She was in upper management as the C-Suite level.

Being His slave, I was never allowed to ask too many questions. I was there to serve and to please her as Master-sir directed. And I did. I enjoyed being there to lick her pussy clean after she made love to my Owner.

She also got my Owner to agree to purchase better lingerie for me, for when I was allowed to wear them, I looked a little more feminine and maybe even sexy if a slave of my size could be sexy.

She would be here for a few days or maybe a week, then gone. Often traveling for business with what I thought was her male boss or someone like that. Never realizing her lover was even a little higher up, like in the CEO/CFO/Corporate department management level of management.

That explains the long trips and the clean, tight pussy on her return. It also explains why the wedding news did not hurt Master as much as I expected., he was already expecting that news. Yes, the wedding was beautiful, and we watched it from the back row of the chapel.

When this happens with a previous girlfriend, they will probably stay friends with benefits for a few years until she is ready to commit 100% one way or the other.

The last time this happened, Master-Sir was asked to a sperm donor for them. They had a beautiful baby boy, and the friendship never recovered. I am sure he would not want to go through that pain again. But I am not sure of that!

The good news is that he has more time to use and abuse me. I am still allowed to sleep in His bed. I still drink His stream in the morning. However, now it is more often. He sometimes will make me drink it when He is in His office working, not wanting to break the concentration or watching a movie and not wanting to get up.

The other good news about this is that Her firm hand on me was passed on to my Owner. He has become a very strict Master and has not let up in the past month or so. Like I Have said before, I love the new Him. My ass may be dark red, and my boobs sore. But I am smiling more from all the use!

Thank you for staying with me; I am hoping to post more often after the race is over in November.

Back Home Again

This has been a wild and incredibly emotional six months, maybe longer. I lost count of the time when my life had a rhythm to it. It’s a nice, normal rhythm.

As you can tell, I have not been allowed to post much this past month. But Master Sir also watched over what I posted. He has never done that before. Not to this extent. However, he had good reason for His oversight.

Once some of what has been happening over the past six months has passed, He has allowed me to be open about the worst of it. Yet, the bad also had a little ray of sunshine, so it wasn’t all bad. Just emotional.

My Brother’s wife, my submissive sister in heart, struggled to live as much as she could with breast cancer. This past month, she moved on, over the rainbow, I guess they call it. Anyway, she is no longer suffering.

Over the last two months, I have been back and forth. Las Vegas to Chicago and back. Helping my brother and being at her side, holding her hand when I could—talking and letting her talk. I was there with Him at the very end.

Last week was her funeral, and Master-Sir and I returned to my home in Chicago. The entire family was there. It is a lovely tribute to a wonderful woman who did not find happiness until the end.

Like many of us, she never found her calling until she met the man of her dreams, my Brother. As she told me once, he discovered her submissive side and “woke me up out of a dull dream and made my life bright and cheery.” Once He introduced her to me, She found her calling in seeing how I lived – finding my brother; she said her desire to serve her man was awoken.

My Brother wanted to settle everything and then go away for a while. Decompress and get some grieving out of His system. Master-Sir offered our place if He wanted to stay here. I am hoping He takes the offer.

It was not all sad. There was a little bright spot to it. I was staying with my Brother, cleaning His house, cooking Him dinner, and all that. Of course, I was my usual submissive self, semi-nude or in an apron. My owner’s younger brother, James, stopped over unexpectedly at night.

He was supposed to come over during the afternoon. Instead, he showed up at 9 p.m. My Brother answered the door. They do know each other. However, my brother did not know that James did not know about my slave status. Until now!

When He saw His big brother’s “wife” in the flesh, he blushed as he stared at me. I was embarrassed—almost ashamed. I am not that pretty, and He has often talked about the babes my Owner used to date.

He smiled, and His eyes never left me. Knowing how He feels about me (not good), I was shocked to notice He spoke kindly. His eyes never left my body. As expected, His main focus was on my big boobs. That and He smiled the entire time. It was like He had never seen a naked woman before.

He came over to give me some paperwork my brother needed for something they were working on for the family. Whatever it was, I don’t know. I know that when we meet again, I will be introduced as His slave.

Nothing happened sexually. He just never stopped looking at m,y Boobs as we talked. I never covered up. I went home the next morning.

Returning to normal chaos

With all that behind us, we can move forward again and return to everyday life. Almost back to normal, but not all the way. That stupid F1 race is still causing chaos in the Las Vegas tourist corridor!

Grrr…..

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Love always

Bitch Slave

Our Talk, My Orgasm

There have been and still are a lot of things happening around my Owner, the house, my job, his job: nothing terrible, just a lot of things to deal with. Las Vegas is in chaos as we prepare for the F1 Race in November. So both of our jobs are in chaos as well!

So I may have some old things I need to post. But I will tell you when they are past events. You will understand in a little while. Thank You.

Recently

Master-Sir and I had an open talk, and a lot of things were talked about and discussed. That is what I like about Him; we can talk like two normal people while still being Master and slave.

Since we started the maintenance spankings, I have never felt happier and more obedient in my life. I love it as much as He does. Difficult to understand how we have come closer to each other by Him beating my ass regularly and making me tell him things.

Being more obedient has led me into some deep corners of my mind and my slave soul. It makes me question everything I am doing and wonder how I can do it better. How can I be a better slave to Him?

Even the simple act of having these one-on-one conversations where we are both open and free to talk. I usually sit on the couch next to Him like husband/wife. I wouldn’t say I liked that; it didn’t feel right. So I sat on the floor at His side as we talked.

My Orgasm

Of all the things we talked about, the big one was my orgasm. Since the last time we had this chat, He decided I could have an orgasm any time that I felt I needed one. If I was being fucked, I had to let the man know when I was about to cum, and they could stop me. But if not, I was free to have one (or more).

That was fun the first few weeks, but it bothered me. That is not what we agreed to. I feel it was wrong to give me that freedom, the ability to make that decision.

I’m the slave; He is supposed to be in charge of me, look after me, and guide me in His life. I’m not here to enjoy being on my own. Thats not what drives me to serve.

I was missing that control. The pain and the agony of having to suffer for Him. To have to wait until HE allowed it to happen if He ever allowed it to happen. I want someone else to make that call for me—thats not my job.

I am there to be used for their pleasures; my pleasure is for me to see them smile after using me. To thank HIm for allowing them to fuck my holes.

In a strange way, I guess that’s how I get off by not being allowed to get off. To have Them tell me if I can and when I can.

Master-Sir has promised to take back that power. That made me a very happy slave. They are, once again, HIS Orgasms.

More to come

Love always,

A very happy and well-owned slave!

Miss Carol’s New tease

I know it’s been a while. But I am still here and still being used as I like to be.

My Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, has picked up where our friend Master Chase left off.

One of my rules in the morning is that I am to be shaved clean and presented for inspection before I am allowed to dress. Then, if we are alone, I am allowed to pick out what I want to wear, and then I present myself to my Owner for His approval. Once He has approved me, He will insert the butt plug, and I am allowed to leave for work.

Master Chad used to stop by and, after breakfast, go upstairs with me, pick out my clothes for work, then fuck me or use my mouth before allowing me to get dressed.

Since He is no longer stopping by as much as He used to, Miss Carol now does the honors when she is here, and she is excellent at humiliating me while doing so.

Over breakfast, she likes to have a bagel, eats a bit, and then throws a piece on the floor for me to crawl over to and eat. Patting me on my head when I return to kneel at her side, telling me i was a good bitch slave as she does it again. My Owner enjoys the show.

She likes me to stand against the wall while she feels my pussy for any razor stubble, as well as my armpits. Telling me to open my pussy for “a better view”. She has a firm, female laugh as she watches me. as I am getting wet from the verbal humiliation.

Fianlly, in my bedroom, she will pick out what I can wear, reminding me no panties. But before I can dress, I must lay on the floor on my back; she takes off her skirt and panties and sits over my face. Just far enough so I can breathe and smell her feminine sex. I am to stick my tongue out.

I’m not to move, keep my tongue stiff as she puts her pussy on my tongue and moves herself around, Moaning while calling me names and reminding me that I am just her slave and talking about how she fucked my owner the night before.

It’s nothing new; most times, I am in the bedroom when they have sex, or at least I am called into the bedroom for cleanup. It’s she likes to remind me that I am just his slave, his property, and that she, as his lover, is allowed to use me for HER pleasures as well.

All of this is getting me wet. My pussy, I know, is soaking the sheets, as well as her juices are leaking down into my mouth and face. After she reaches climax, she simply gets off my face.

At that point, I am to hold my legs up and open as she selects the butt plug I am to wear to work. I get it wet before she pushes it in without any gentleness. “Now bitch, you can go to work”

I get turned around, kiss her feet, and thank her.

Before I get dressed, I need to wash my face, reapply what little makeup I am to wear, and try to walk normally down the stairs to kiss them both goodbye before I leave for work.

Thankfully, she only does this to me once or twice a week!

An unusual night

Hello to All.

Yes, I know, I’m not back to regular posting.  But I needed to tell you about this one.  It was a wonderful, unusual night for me to serve my master and three friends I had never met.

Sorry, it’s a long one, but I needed to get it all said and out.. 

Last week, Master-Sir sent me a strange text. He was telling me that I would be serving several men tonight for a meeting. He will have the dinner on the grill; I am making the condiments.

I will be on speech restrictions; I can only say “yes Sir”, “No Sir”, or” Thank you, Sir,”, unless asked a specific question, then I am to answer the question honestly.

He has me in lingerie most evenings now, but I was to be nude tonight. They will have full use of my holes if requested or wanted.

When I got home, he was in his office. I did my usual entrance, got naked, and was sent to the kitchen to get everything ready.

The doorbell rang, and I went to answer it.  An older man in a very well-tailored suit was standing there.  “You must be the slave?” was all He said. I answered Him politely as I walked Him into Sir’s office.

By the time the third man rang the doorbell, Master-Sir had moved out to the patio and started the steaks as they talked business.

When Master-Sir sat down, He pointed to His side for me to keel or lay.  This comforted me as I was nervous about not knowing who these men were. They were all older and well-dressed. Managers or something along that line.

As I served them the dinner, Master-Sir had me kneel at His side and fed me His scraps. The man sitting next to Him started to do the same thing. When he first stuck His hand down with a piece of meat, I looked up at my Owner for guidance. Master-Sir gave me a smile that told me to enjoy His offerings. I did. I ate the food and licked His fingers each time it was offered.

When things moved to the living room, they started to talk about the upcoming F1 Grand Prix race here in Las Vegas. This is when I realized these were powerful people. They talked openly about things only a few people should know and in detail.

At one point, the first man stood up and walked over to my Master. He put His hand on me, looked at my Owner, and smiled. “May I?”, Master-sir smiled as he told Him to “Go for it”. He then reminded the man that all three of my holes were open for His use and abuse.

I crawled like a dog to the spare room just behind this man. He shut the door and smiled down at me. He started to take off His suit, He handed the pieces to me as I folded them properly and laid them on a chair.

He started to talk about how He thought my “husband” was joking when he mentioned that His “wife” is also His slave and can be used for sex. “But here you are”. Then, the usual question. “Do you really enjoy other men using you for sex?” 

At this point, he is already past the point of really caring about what I think. His cock is starting to get rock-hard.  In this case, maybe 4 inches, five hard.  Not well groomed, but with a bulbous head leaking pre-cum, I lick off him.

My natural reply goes something like this: “Yes, as His slave, I really do like being used as my Owner’s sex toy. I may not be pretty, but that’s not what’s important. What is important is that those men whom my Owner trusts and respects get to use me for their sexual pleasures with no strings or repayment. And maybe after I please them, I may be allowed to have an orgasm from it all, too!”

He smiled as I was told to get on the bed, doggy style, “ass up, legs spread.” He wanted anal but was an anal virgin.  So, I helped Him along, coaching him on how to do it right. Fast and hard for me if He pleases. Thankfully, he had a small cock. So, not too much pain. Three good hard strokes, and He started to grunt as he started to cum.

As I turned around to wipe Him off, he inserted a finger into my sloppy pussy. “Dam Girl, Your Wet!” Yes, even for this, I was soaking wet and dripping! Now I wanted more and could not wait to get Him dressed and back to the party. Hoping for a better cock to use me next.

I kissed my Owner’s feet to thank Him as I was sent off to clean up and get everyone a fresh drink.  The last man to arrive was sitting pretty close to the middle of everything. He told my Owner that maybe I should come over to His house and teach “His Girl” how to maintain a house properly.”  Apparently, He liked how clean and orderly everything is.

 I wasn’t sure if His girl companion “Girl” was a slave or just a girlfriend. But I liked the compliment as Master-Sir offered my services.

It helped me calm down as Master-Sir kept a hand on me all the time I knelt at His side, making me feel safe and loved.  When someone commented about my rock-hard nipples, I blushed. Master-Sir pulled on them and told the guys they might be big and floppy, but that I like them pulled on HARD.  They all laughed.

The last man to arrive smiled at me. “Ok, my turn to see what this bitch can do.” He grabbed my hair and started to lead me out of the room to the patio.

I wanted to ask Him about His “girl” comment, but I was not allowed to talk unless asked a question. All he wanted was to sit on the lounge chair, have me between His legs, and suck his cock while He manhandled my boobs. And He was rough with them, which made me wetter and hornier.

Now, this man had a worthy cock and I was hoping He wanted one of my other holes instead. But He ended that dream when He told me: “I’m not into anal sex and sorry bitch, but just not into old sloppy pussy like yours, so just suck my cock like the slave slut your Owner tells me you are. Ok?”

A man of few words and to the point.  His verbal humiliation was proper, and He asked me a question. Technically. I thanked Him for the honesty and agreed that I do have a sloppy pussy that not too many men like.  But sometimes, a free fuck in a sloppy pussy is better than no pussy. “And that’s what I am here for, Sir. Your

pleasure, any hole.” I am still holding His wonderful cock in my hands. I wanted to take my time with His cock. It was not as thick as my Owner’s but almost as tall.

He twisted my nipples hard. “Get to work bitch, my beer is getting warm ““Yes, Sir” as I swallowed His cock in one move.  He was surprised at that and patted me on the head. “Good Girl”

He put his leg between my legs and started to rub me.  I started to hump Him, I guess He got the hint, or I did. He stopped and continued focusing on my boobs as I kept humping like a dog in heat.

This man knew what to do. He put me in my place. “Don’t you dare cum on my leg, slave.”  Bastard! I was so close!

Finally, He grabbed my hair and shoved me further down His shaft as he filled my mouth with His warm reward. I wanted so badly to swallow it all, not lose one drop. He loved it, as did I.  

I smiled as he went soft and let me put His cock back in His pants. I know I left a lot of pussy wetness on his pants. I thanked Him as He grabbed my hair again and led me back into the house.

I kissed my Owner’s feet inside the house to thank Him when the man told everyone that I was the best cocksucker He had ever had. And He thanked my owner for letting Him use me.

Finally, the last man to use me took me to the guest bedroom. He told me He can’t. He just wanted to be like the others and bring me someplace private. But he loves His wife and never wants to harm her. 

I asked permission to speak. I know I shouldn’t have, but I needed to.  He smiled and gave me permission.  I asked if He minded if I fingered myself with him watching. Would that work?

The sudden rise in his slacks gave me that answer.  He started to get undressed. So, I jumped up and did it for him. As I was removing His slacks and seeing that tent up close, He asked if I would mind if he did the same. It’s not really cheating if we masturbate together!

I will say that His wife is a lucky woman. Not only was He polite, but he was also well-groomed and He was friendly.  Nice cock, as well. Maybe 6 inches at fullness. It’s one of those perfect ones I can wrap my hand around nicely.  He made my mouth water. Laying back, facing each other, I started to put my fingers in my pussy; he started to masturbate while telling me that I had a beautiful pussy.  (Really?)

God, I wanted just to rub one out, knowing if I hit my clit, it was over. But I needed to be the good slave and make Him cum first. Unfortunately, He seemed to be in no hurry. In a sweet voice, He asked me to play my breasts, my nipples. To pull on them. I did as he instructed. That didn’t help my wanting to cum.

Finally, He wanted me to open my pussy wide. He wanted to see it all, and that’s when he started to cum over Himself. On to his stomach, and some hit the bed. He was very vocal about it as well. “Oh God, I’m coming” and all that. He was shooting stream after stream. I thought this was a porno or something.

Thankfully, He did allow me to lick it all off Him. I enjoyed that. I kissed His cock and made sure it was clean before getting Him dressed. I never did cum. But He enjoyed the show as much as I did. That is what matters.

He thanked my Master as much as I did!  He was like forever grateful to have that happen to Him. He would not tell anyone what we did, but the other guys still high-fived Him as if he were the night’s stud.

Master-Sir never did tell me who these men were or why they knew so much about the race.  But when we talked afterward, I mentioned not Cumming and how frustrated I was from it all.

I enjoyed how they used me anonymously. I was just some stranger’s cum-dump. They each used me, never abused me, and the occasional humiliation really was getting me wetter and wetter with no relief. So, I asked if I could masturbate before bed.

Master-Sir, being the loving Master that He is, had a better idea.  Telling me He had no intention of fucking me tonight. But since I was such a great slut slave, he decided I deserved a reward. So, he would fuck my sloppy pussy only until I had my first orgasm. 

He did as he promised. As he was fucking me, He was reminding me that this was a pity fuck, nothing more. His words helped me reach my peak fast. Quickly, after he started, I breathed heavily and saw the stars flying around (it’s me). I was rolling through a heavy and loud orgasm as he pulled out.

I screamed for Him not to do that! He grabbed my hair, and as I gasped for air, he shoved His cock down my throat as he started to cum.  I was choking as he was not letting me breathe. But I hit my climax and went into subspace, maybe even slave heaven, as he filled my mouth. Sometimes, breathing is optional!

I finally got my reward and was so happy He let me have it.  

I was in slave heaven! Tired, but in slave heaven.

 Yes, I went to sleep curled up in His arms. A well-used, well-loved slave!

Thank You for being here for me.
I love you all.

She is Taking Me Further

What a week this has been! Maybe I should say what a Month this has been! Work has me really busy with a few chances for some travel as my boss’s “assistant”.

But I guess the biggest thing right now is how my Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, is taking me further down the rabbit hole I call my life.

Master-Sir has never been a big believer in protocol. I know I can’t sit on any furniture without permission, I am to notify Him if I am going somewhere or leaving a room that He is in. But otherwise, not much more that I can think of.

However, in the last few months, Miss Carol has been getting into her new role as the House Mistress. This week she made a new rule, I guess you can call it that.

This past weekend, she was in the Master Bedroom, getting ready to crawl into bed. Master-Sir was coming up the stairs, and I was just crawling into their bedroom to kneel at the bedside when She stopped me.

As my Owner was walking past me, kneeling in the doorway, she asked Him if it was right to have “the slave” just wander into a room as if she belongs in it.

In the past, Master Sir had me kneel at the doorway to the Master Bedroom and ask if I could come in. But he never really enforced it and I guess I stopped asking. As long as He enters the room before me, it seems like that was the new rule.

She didn’t say it in a mean tone or anything, more of a general question. Curiosity. She also agreed, that when they first met, I did ask permission to enter the room. But that was after they were both in bed.

Master-Sir explained how we used to do it. As I explained before. She wanted to change that. She wanted a more formal arrangement. She came around to the foot of the bed, sitting on the edge as she was brushing her hair. She was looking very sexy and Master-Sir was getting a hardon from her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and gave me a stern look as she informed me of the new rule. As long as she is in the house, or if my Owner says otherwise, I am to ask HER for permission to enter “Their” bedroom.

Master-Sir agreed that it was a good rule. Then He added to it. That if I disobey that rule, SHE gets to punish me.

I sat up, hung my head, and asked “Miss Carol, may I” Then she stopped me. She corrected me. “Miss Carol, may this slave enter your bedroom?”. They both gave me a “Good slave”.

I was allowed to enter, still on my hands and knees as she told me to clean up the bathroom and to put away her clothes before standing in the corner while they turned out the lights and cuddled.

Being made to ask permission from Her was humiliating. Then to stand in the corner and listen to them talking as if I wasn’t there.

I can say she has come a long way. She used to not like me in the room when they were cuddling or having sex. She preferred me to wait outside the door until after they were finished.

When she sent me out to get them some water, I came back, and again, she made me kneel at the door to ask her for permission to enter. Telling me that the next time I forget, she will spank my ass. Thankfully the room was dark because I was smiling at the thought of her being the one to beat my ass.

This is a new step for myself as well as my owner, who let it all happen. To let her control me almost as much as He does.

For you perverts out there. Yes, they made love and had hot sex. After they came, I sucked my Owner’s cock clean before I licked her to two orgasms before she sent me to my bedroom.

I went to my room smiling. I wanted to finger myself to an orgasm, but I did not have permission. Yes, I know, the whole orgasm thing seems complicated, but at this moment, I just figured I better not without permission.

Maybe this is a new start. Maybe a restart of sorts. I always love to be held to a higher standard. More obedience, less freedom.

I guess we will see.

New Pool Rules

Yes, the summer sun is on a HIGH right now in Las Vegas! It’s really hot right now. That means pool time with friends. Lots of pool time!

As the house slave, I am responsible for ensuring every guest has a fresh drink, gets plenty of sunblock on them, and fixes them snacks as needed.

That part hasn’t changed since we first moved here. According to my Owner, what has changed is how I am to be used for sexual services.

He said that the reason for the change is because the mix of female vs. male guests has changed since the lockdown was canceled. The ratio used to be 90% male over the pool season. Now it’s almost 50/50!

Miss Carol (Master Sir’s girlfriend) has a girlfriend she likes to bring to the house now. (that’s a story for a different time). My young friend and His new bride enjoy lounging by the pool. My Owner’s Boss’s wife now likes to come over as well.

So Master-Sir has a new rule. Something the ladies apparently asked for and, in some ways, makes sense. It makes everyone a little more comfortable and able to relax and have fun in the sun.

Don’t worry, I am still kept naked, and all my holes are there to be used by all. But now, it’s only oral sex in the pool area. If you desire to fuck me in my other holes, it will be out of sight. In the house, the guest bedroom or one of the lounge chairs is not directly viewing the party.

For me, the downside is that I am now used for licking almost as much pussy as I do sucking cocks. I prefer cocks, and like I said many times. I am not a fan of pleasuring women.

With that said, there are a few pussy’s I will lick to multiple orgasms because they are special to my Owner, and I really do enjoy pleasing them. But for the most part, I prefer not to. Not that my Owner cares what I think. I am His slave, and I will please all His guests to the best of my ability or be punished.

What is interesting, these ladies all have become fast friends with each other and like to support each other, so while I am pleasuring one pussy, the others will sit close by and talk about men, sex, and orgasms. When one has climaxed, she pushes my head between the waiting legs of the other. When doing that, the conversation never ends; it just continues as if they were passing each other a fresh drink!

For the last year or so, Master Sir has had me wear a butt plug when i leave the house, and now I must wear one when in the pool. He told everyone the rule: If they take it out, they must put it back in.

When He explained that having a butt plug in my ass would make my sloppy pussy a little tighter, the men all got excited and had to see if that was true. And they all said it was true!

The second benefit, since I love anal sex, is that wearing a butt plug helps make my asshole not as tight. Now it’s easier and more pleasurable when they want to fuck me there.

Adding torture to all this, my Owner has asked them all not to let me have an orgasm. He wants them to tease me, edge me, but not to go over the edge. As he tells them, “Keeping her super horny makes her more submissive. You will enjoy the slut more.”

I have not had an orgasm in over two months. Yes, I am horny as hell and so submissive, and want one right now. Deep down, I really do enjoy the use and the abuse they do to me.

The Pool Awaits!

Hope you are having a fun summer so far.

Thank you for your time, and look forward to more posting in the future.

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