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!