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New Pool Rules

July 15, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

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.

Coming Back from a Mental Break

July 9, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Hello, one and all. Yes, this is me, The Owned Slave. The one who suddenly and without explanation vanished from the internet. I occasionally popped up on FetLife, but my Owner told me to stay off the internet for the most part.

It was His command to stop. It was without warning, and it was immediate. Remember pulling off a band-aide on a scab? Yes, it was that feeling. Sudden and painful. Now I know what it’s like to cut off the supply to a crack addict!

Painful! I did not realize how far down the social media rabbit hole I was until He closed the hole.

Things have changed, yet it also seems like not really. The maintenance spankings were a new addition and have helped me in so many ways. It is true; you really can teach an old slave new tricks.

Master-Sir now uses me for His stream almost anything of the day or night. From while watching TV to working at His desk. i will be called in to “drink” as he continues to do whatever it was He was doing while I do what I was told to do.

Afterward, there may be no words spoken; other times, he will give m a “Thank You’ or better yet “Good Slave”. As much as I detest the taste of it or even the idea of being His urinal, hearing those words makes me smile for pleasing Him.

I may have been away from the blog for a while, but I am still being well used. The fact that I no longer crave or desire an orgasm because I feel I have yet to earn one has made me more focused on my duties as a slave and a cum dump. Even my Boss has stated on several occasions that I seem to enjoy sucking His cock more. If that was even possible!

Finally, my Onwe and Miss Carol are doing well. She is here a couple of nights a week. She still travels at least once a month, and I still wash her lingerie by hand every week. It still feels strange that I need to wash mine as well.

So i wanted to thank you all for the privet comments and emails on Fetlife. And I wanted to let you all know you will see more of my posts in the near future.

Love you all,

Bitch slave

Maintenance Spanking Continue

May 31, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

In a few days, it will be two months since I asked my Owner for some mandatory spankings. What some call maintenance spankings.

In that time, there have been three other spankings and there will be more coming. They are painful yet they are cathartic. They also remind me of who I am and what I am. The pain reminds me that I am here for His pleasure, not mine and that pain is just another part of my service to my Owner.

The first one ended with my Owner brutally fucking my ass without care for my needs or level of pain. He was really in a “don’t give a fuck” mood when He started to fuck my poor ass. when I recovered, I was a mess of tears, wetness, and a desire to love Him even more.

In each of the following sessions, I was not chained or tied to the post. I was there on my own. No need for bondage.

However, I was looking forward to being savagely raped afterward. From the first time, it was an unbelievable feeling o be used like that after such an experience of being beaten and made to answer questions.

But Master-Sir reminded me, after I was a puddle of emotions, crying and begging for more, that punishment should be punishment, and not be a time for sexual use. Even if it was as rough and painful as it was, it was still me being used for sex. And He would not be doing that again. For now!

However, I was treated to a nice bath and fell asleep with Him holding me and kissing me. Telling me how much He loves having me as His slave.

The one thing that I enjoy about these sessions is that after each swat of the paddle, I am supposed to answer a personal question about my life as His slave. And He has commented that even when I am at my worst; I am crying, screaming from the pain, and trying to remember the number, I can answer the question without delay.

I guess its because I am who I am. i am His slave and I know my reason to exist is to make His life more comfortable, with no worry or concern fo my happiness. Because i am happy when I am serving His needs and desires.

I am His slave. I belong to Him.

I am an Owned slave.

Shopping with Miss Carol

May 21, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, invited me to go shopping—something the Pretty Brunette often did with me. With The Pretty Brunette, She shopped, I paid with my credit card, and carried the bags.

Miss Carol was a little different. She has a sporty BMW convertible and gave me the keys. As well as Her credit card. I was to drive, fuel the car, and pay for everything with her card. She was just there to enjoy the experience. And it was an experience!

When I opened the door to get in, I noticed a towel on the driver’s seat. The last time i was in her car, I kept my dress down so as not to stain the fabric. This time, she wanted me in full slave mode. Boobs out and bare ass on the seat, just as I am trained to do!

She loved the looks we got driving and at stop lights. The top was down ont he car and the top was down on the driver!

At the gas station, i got out, and my skirt did not easily follow, so I know several people got a flash as well; I didn’t really put my boobs back until we were stopped and I had just opened my door. I love being seen.

On the way to the mall, yes, people still shop there. we talked. She asked about my orgasms or lack of them. She doesn’t understand the mindset of not being allowed to have them, and now, I don’t want to have them when I am serving someone.

She took me into the ladies’ lingerie in one of the high-end shops. The lady there knew her by name and welcomed us. She looked at me and asked Miss Carol if I was “the project.” She said yes. I am her boyfriend’s slave. It was a very casual statement and loud enough for others to hear.

The lady pulled out a few boxes she had behind the counter. She told Miss Carol they were waiting for her. I didn’t understand until Miss Carol explained that she talked with my owner, and they agreed I should own some nicer bras and panties. Especially bras that will properly fit and support me at work or out on errands.

She told the saleslady she was tired of seeing my sagging titties all the time and was pretty sure my Boss probably felt the same. She thought it was time to make some changes in how I was allowed to dress.

All three of us were in the dressing room watching me get naked and try all four sets on. They were beautiful and made me feel beautiful. Looking at the tag, I saw these were the same brand as the ones I hand wash for her.

Other than telling her how I felt wearing them, I was never asked a question or part of their conversations. They ignored me. I was there to be fitted, and that was it.

This was a way to make the house slave look a little prettier when being displayed in public.

I wanted to kiss and hug her. To thank her. I tried to kneel and kiss her feet properly, but I thought that might be too much for the saleslady. Anyway, I was all smiles and wet between my legs as I thanked them both.

She said we would take them all. Telling me to pay for it with her credit card. I almost fainted when I saw the final price for four sets of “intimate lingerie.” I asked if she really wanted me to have these; the cost was too much for me.

She responded that these were not for me, but for my Owner to make his slave more presentable. It may not benefit me sexually, but she knew it would get my Owner wanting to fuck her more this weekend.

That means I will clean up a larger mess over the next few nights. Then she smiled as we walked out of the store.

I was anxious to get home and show them to my Owner, but she said we had more shopping to do. Most of what we went shopping for was for her, and her travel needs, so I don’t remember what all she bought. I do know it was expensive, and I ended up carrying a lot of bags back to the car.

I had a warm and wonderful feeling as the one who cared for everything. I served her in many ways. I filled her gas tank, washed the windows, I ordered the lunch and went to the counter to pick it up. I made sure her drink cups were always full. I now know her favorite coffee or latte, so she doesn’t have to remind me.

I let her see how I set the bags down to ensure they were secure and proper. Yes, it was her credit card, but I signed for it and took the receipt. She was relaxing and enjoying being served by a well-trained slave.

She had me lift my skirt out in the parking lot to feel me. She took her time before she put her fingers in my pussy. Rubbing my clit for a few seconds before removing her fingers. I moaned loudly as she brought them to my lips to suck clean.

This is something she has started to do more often. She wanted to see how wet I was and maybe get in a little public exhibition simultaneously. She laughed at the fact that I was soaking wet; my juices were going down my legs. All from getting new bras!

At home, Master-sir kissed her first, then kissed me. I put everything away and was told to model what she bought me. They talked about each pair and how it made me look and feel. I never was allowed to respond.

After the fashion show was complete and I served them their drinks, kneeling at master-Sirs feet, he asked if I liked what she bought me. I did, very much so. I can’t wait to see how they look going to work.

Sitting on the couch, sipping her drink, she looked down at me and smiled as she raised her leg and pointed her stocking foot at my face. I was happy to take her foot and kiss them both. Telling her how much I appreciate the gifts. And how much I loved her spending her valuable time with this slave.

May Updates

May 14, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Oh, what a month this slave has had!

All is well and working wonderfully; no problems there. Just some more observations, changes in friendships, and being used. Revealing thoughts on maintenance spankings, etc…

Work is going well. The new arrangements for sharing me with my former department have brought me back some beautiful memories. A couple of the VIP guests requested to work directly with me as they have in the past.

Neither one of my Bosses has used me sexually except for my primary Boss gets His morning coffee and an occasional blowjob. My other boss likes it when I flash Him my big boobs.

Looking at it all, nobody has used me for sex other than blowjobs for a Month now, And I am ok with that. It no longer bothers me as it used to. If they desire to use an old, sloppy pussy, I am honored to be there for them. My tight ass waits for their abuse. My mouth loves sucking and swallowing. So it all works out.

Even my owner has yet to use my other two holes. My mouth for His morning stream has expanded. He has now used me for that several times outside the bedroom. I hate it, but I obey and drink what He gives me.

As for friendships, Master Chase has kept to His promise for His new wife and has not even asked for a blowjob. He has passed me on to a coworker, Jimmy. And He is a nice guy. Has an average cock. But also likes to talk before He uses me. He had me naked a few times in a locked suite while we shared lunch. He just wanted to look at me naked as we ate and talked.

For long-time readers, you may remember I served as a domestic slave for a couple of old guys who had a time-share here during the rodeo. There were three of them from Texas. For old men, they could really get horny!

After two of them died, the third man brought out His grandson for the week. He wasn’t sure what to make of Grandpa having a fluffy, naked housemaid who gave blowjobs.

But He finally came around and enjoyed me being there. He liked not having to worry about washing clothes, cleaning the apartment, or having to masturbate if He didn’t get laid by a girl he met in the casino.

Anyway, the grandson contacted me out of the blue and asked if I would mind being His maid this year. He and another friend are coming out, and they took over the timeshare. Master-Sir told me to tell Him yes, and the rules still apply.

Meaning they need to send me their std reports before coming out here if they expect to use me for sex. He replied quickly that they would be.

In the previous couple of posts, I talked about me not having orgasms when I am being used. I feel I don’t deserve them yet. Although I have not been used all month sexually, I have not had an orgasm except once when Master Sir had me “entertain” a friend of His by masturbating for them both in front of the Tv during a commercial break for the Vegas hockey team.

In many ways, I did not enjoy it. I did moan loud as I always do. I was wet and wanting, but after it was done, I had no need to ask for more. If that makes sense. I did as I was commanded to.

I enjoyed obeying my Master. I saw the man smile as I started to cum. So I was ok to move on afterward. I kissed my Owner’s feet to thank Him, and He had me do the same to His friend and life went on. The friend patted me on the head as if I was the dog and thanked me. .

Finally, I had my second maintenance spanking (paddling). Same as the first, except I was not tied to the post. I stayed where He told me to, leaned against the post as He beat my ass as He had me answer the same questions. It was an amazing experience again that just gave me a warm feeling of being loved.

Have a great week

Love,

Bitch Slave.

Work Updates

April 19, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Living in Las Vegas and working on the famed Las Vegas Strip, things change often and fast.

In November, Las Vegas will host the Formula One Grand Prix racing. They will actually be racing right down the Las Vegas Strip and right past the resort where I work.

We have had many other races around Las Vegas, but this is a first in racing down the Strip. That alone makes it very exciting and very challenging.

This race, I have discovered, is one of the biggest in the world. It attracts a lot of big fans and big corporate sponsors. All of them spend a lot of money like it’s nothing.

So this morning, I arrived at work to find a note to meet my boss in the conference room. I was expecting to go in and sit at His side on the floor. Maybe be allowed to suck His cock or something like that while we worked. Instead, I found people from my old department.

Some of our best big spenders planned to come in for the race and wanted some VIP services ready for their arrival. They spend enough money here that we will do almost anything for them. From remodeling a set of suites to making sure a specific house limo is available for them.

My old boss smiled at me as He explained several of their clients requested that I handle their needs. That I am their contact with the resort. S the two departments need to find a way to share me. (smiles)

My boss insisted I stay in His department, but I could go to my old department when needed. Later He told me He wanted to make sure I was always near and available for a blowjob or to serve Him his morning coffee and donut!

Of course, he was telling me this as I was sucking His cock during our lunch break. He also told me that privately, my old boss argued for me to be in His office for the same reason. So I will be expected to offer my mouth to my old boss as well. It’s nice to be wanted and to be fought over!

I am sad to report that Master Chad has moved on to another job with a different resort. He told me that He needed to move so that he could keep his commitment to His new wife.

Checking In

April 15, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

There are times, for whatever reason, I question the commands of my Owner. I don’t disobey them; I just quietly question His motives.

When I do that, it usually comes back and bites me in my fat ass!

He told me to back off social media, focus more on real life, and pay more attention to my duties as a slave. And, like always, He was so right.

When I was discussing this with Him, He made one particular note. He said I should focus more on my duties as “a” slave. Not His slave. Not the slave of others. But just a general comment that I am “a slave”.

He was right. As His property, I have always focused my attention on Him. Everything I did and how I presented myself was to make Him happy and pleased with my service.

Although I am His property and everything I do is for Him, I never really did anything for the people I served or those using me. Yes, I know. It’s a fine line.

But I served others in a way that made sure they would tell my owner I was good or that I performed better than they expected. Or maybe I did not please them and need to be punished.

When serving them, I focused on how my actions would be reported to my Owner. I was looking at the outcome from the moment I started. I was, in many ways, not “there” I was performing my duties to my owner more than I pleased the person using me.

He told me that way back when I was correct in my thinking. But now? I am way past that point in worrying about Him while serving others. My Owner wanted me to work on being of service to others for the sake of pleasing them in all ways possible. I know, another fine line. But in my head, it made perfect sense.

It changed me profoundly. My mindset has evolved and improved my view of my service and my need to be used by others. With this came a new awakening. I guess I can call it that. When others are using me for sex, I am happier than before and more excited than I was when first entering this lifestyle.

So I am still here, being the slave to a wonderful owner. He will allow me to return to social media slowly and update you when I can. Like before, i do get a lot out of these posts. It does help me think it all through and remember the good and the bad.

Thank you for being my friend and for all the comments and love you all have sent me. I am forever grateful for them and for you.

Did It Help?

April 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

My last post was about how I asked my Owner to beat some common slave sense into me to get myself back on track. To help get me out of the dumps, stop wondering who I am and what I am doing. The whole orgasm denial thing did something terrible to my head.

After He took the wooden paddle to my ass while asking me questions about who I am and what my purpose is in life, with my ass on fire, he fucked me hard from behind so that I would feel the pain while He enjoyed the pleasure of using me. Yes, that was painful in the most cathartic sort of way. If that makes any sense.

I will say it was challenging trying to fall asleep that night. For one thing, He let His one arm around me and my one boob in His hand, twisting the nipple every time I started to fall asleep. So between the burning on my backside and His pulling my nipples, I didn’t sleep. Making the next day very difficult for me to focus.

I was reminded of the night before every time I sat down.

My owner would also text me throughout the day, asking if I was ok? Of course, this was for his amusement and my humiliation. I forgot to mention, per the rules, I left the house with a butt plug in, So when my Boss went to remove it, He noticed the welts. I had to tell Him what had happened.

The important thing was that I woke up in pain but was so happy to be in that pain. I really enjoyed waking up in His arms, serving Him coffee, and kneeling at His side while taking His morning stream. I was smiling as much as I wanted to cry. Smile from the happiness I found again and cry for the heat and pain on my ass.

There is no concern about my orgasm because, as His slave, I know I don’t deserve what I am not permitted to have. It seems so clear now. Even if I am allowed to have all the ones I want AFTER the man has His, I do not need them.

It’s not an effort to have. It’s not a mental struggle to hold back. I know I will be allowed when and if the man using me allows me to have one. I do not need to fight it or ask for it. I am there for His pleasure alone. Not mine. Thats what matters most.

The orgasm I had later in the day was a mighty one. I enjoyed it more because I knew I deserved it. I had it with His permission.

I know that’s the basis of being His slave, property. It’s like how I felt when we first met and I became His slave. Sowemnehwere along the way, I seemed to forget that and was just working off memory or emotions. Not feelings.

But after the beating,, I know it better and have settled it in my head permanently to remember that I am here for Him and His needs only. I am not there for mine. Mine don’t count. I like that..

I am at peace again. I am smiling and enjoying the comfort of it, and the service I provide seems a little more important and focused. I like how I feel again now.

So Yes, It Helped. Ask me again in 3 or 6 months, and I may have a different answer! Probably not. I can say that I am indeed back in my happy place!

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