I’m not ready and Master-Sir has not given me the approval to go into detail about family things and medical updates. But I am allowed to give you a little story about meeting The Pretty Brunettes neighbor: Retired Master Sergeant Miller (not real name)

The Pretty Brunnette lives in a high-rise condo that overlooks the ocean. She is on the 12th floor and I was getting claustrophobic, not to mention bored. Just how many times can you clean a one-bedroom condo?

When I was bored, Master-Sir would let me go out walking the neighborhood or hang out by the pool deck getting some fresh air. When I would, I would see her neighbor and we would spend time talking about life and things. It was a nice respite.

Finally, he joked that anytime I was bored, I could come over to his place and clean! Both Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunnette thought that was a good idea.

So one day last week, Master-Sir and I went next door to meet him and see if He would appreciate having a fluffy naked girl cleaning his little homestead.

Ok, I wasn’t naked when we walked in, that would come later. Master-Sir wanted to get the feel for Him, trust, and friendliness. As well, to see what needed cleaning and how bad it could be!

They sat down on the outside deck and in a polite fashion, I was excused and went to get the men drinks. While I also checked out what he had and just what I was getting into. It wasn’t too bad. Not really dirty, more like dusty and unkept.

Master-Sir told me later that what “sealed the deal” was when I was fetching the men their drinks, Master Sergeant said it was nice to see a woman who liked to be helpful in the house. (or something to that effect)

After they talked a little more and I asked what all He needed to be cleaned, He really wanted His windows cleaned. As well as almost everything else, but He was fixated on His windows!

As He and Master-Sir agreed that I would clean His place today, I asked permission to “get comfortable”. The old man smiled and told me “whatever makes you happy little girl” I love old men and their expressions!

I saw as Master-Sir smiled as I walked back into the condo. I started to get undressed by neatly folding my clothing and placing them near the doorway, out of the way.

Getting naked alone is easy. I have found it mentally easier and less humiliating, maybe even humbling, to BE naked in front of a man than having to GET naked with Him watching.

I started cleaning in the kitchen, which apparently reflects on the patio glass because I heard Master Sergeant ask my Owner “Is she naked?” Master-Sir said He had the largest grin on His face when asking the question.

I forgot to mention, the mean smokes. Thankfully only on the balcony. But He took a drag of His cigarette and told my Owner “I can get used to that!”

The toughest part of being a fluffy naked slave is when you present yourself naked to that new person. No matter what I am told, no matter what is mentioned or is intended, that first time they get to see you in all your rolls, and bulges, your saggy tits, and the pussy that sits under it all, it’s a scary moment that makes me want to run and hide from it all. Scared to know what their reaction will be.

Yes, I know, 99.999% of the time, because I am there with my Master, it’s positive or at least an acceptable positive reaction. But it still doesn’t stop my lifelong fears and flashbacks from all the negative times in my life from kicking in and me wanting to cry.

So when I grabbed two fresh beers for the mn, I walked slowly and fearfully out onto the balcony. It was a warm, sunny feeling, yet I felt that doom and gloom feeling as I knelt to hand HIM the first beer, then the other one to my Owner.

I tried not to look either men int he eye for fear that I would start to cry. But nothing was said of my being naked, just a “thank you” from Him for the beer.

Master-Sir pointed to the floor next to Master Sergeant’s seat, wanting me to be there as He officially introduced me not as His wife, but as His slave. Master-Sir emphasized the term “Obedient slave”

The man with his curly grey hair and scratchy looking mustache, smiled as He took another puff of His cigarette and repeated what he said earlier. “I can get used to this”.

It was like a kinky scene out of a movie as He took a drink of her beer,, turned to look at me, smiled, then to my Owner and if He could feel my tits. Master-Sir told Him that he can touch me as much as he wants to.

Without missing a beat, my Owner told Him that He can tell me what He wants and that I will obey. And yes, that means what it means. I was there to serve to please this Retired Navy man in any way that He wanted to be served. His response was simple. “wash my windows, please”

I responded to His command with “Yes Sir, got up, and headed for the bedroom to start my chores and wash the windows first!

Master-Sir came in to tell me they had a nice talk, the old man loved what he saw and he feels safe leaving me alone with him. Make Him Smile” was my Owner’s command!

Once Master-Sir was gone, the old man came into the room, sat down on a chair in a corner, and started to talk. He wanted to make sure I was “Ok” with all this. A common question I guess. And yes, If my Owner is ok with it, I am ok with it.

He asked how I felt having to be told to clean a stranger’s apartment, naked? Again, a common question for me. The cleaning is easy. It’s being naked in front of someone for the first time is scary. Not sure if they like what they see or if it is upsetting to see all my naked fluffiness? Either way, I am there to clean and to serve and I will do what it takes to please him.

He told me not to worry, He has seen worse. No filter with this man!!

He was a bit surprised that I had no issue cleaning windows naked with the whole world able to see me. I smiled and said I am naked, I am on the 12th floor! Who will see up here?

As I moved to the living room, he mentioned that my “husband” said that he could use me. I properly asked him if he could call him my Master, not my husband? He agreed, since I called Him Sir, He can call my Owner my Master. Ther He smiled again.

What exactly is meant by “use me”?

When I am asked that question, part of me, outside me, smiles. I love to explain that I am proudly owned. I am naked to make sure they know I am not them. I am there for them to use me to do what they want me to do.

I feel proud that I have a man, a real man who knows who I really am and He knows how to fill that strange need inside of me.

I like them to know not to let society prevent them from just being them. To have me do for them what others don’t do or won’t do. I don’t want them to feel like they are offending me by telling me what they want me to do. Because the answer will usually be “Yes Sir”. Rarely would I ever say “No” or “please ask my Master”.

Letting them know that, is actually released for them. They may begin to understand that I will not be offended by what they desire or what they ask of me.

But inside, I am feeling absolutely humiliated, maybe wanting to the point of wanting to cry. And that is a weird good thing/bad thing. because I am announcing to them that I am not like them, I am not human, I am just this thing to be used for their pleasures. I mean, who does that? it’s demeaning and goes against everything we were taught growing up.

Yet, the humiliation feeds into my love of my Owner and my need to please Him, to please them. I want to please them. It’s in my nature to want to please them to my core. Even if that means having them use me for their sexual needs.

That leads me to the times I have to laugh at myself at how easy it is for me to kneel in front of a man without a pause or a question of why am I doing this? and ask them if they want a blowjob? or to tell them they can fuck my ass if it pleases them. Knowing they probably never had anal sex before.

It’s just as simple for me to ask if you want sugar with that coffee then turn around and let them know “three holes, no waiting” and never even blushing doing it!

For Him, a blowjob. I think it was something He just wanted to get done. To prove to the world that this old Navy man can still do it. I can say that He was certainly detailed in how he wanted me to suck His cock.

He wanted His blowjob with my ass facing the world on His 12th-floor balcony, the reflection in the glass showed him my spread legs and my fingers playing with my soaked pussy while my mouth was orally worshipping his hard cock.

As I went to stand up, He stopped me. He wanted to kiss my nipples and squeeze my tits. Then tell me “Get back to work” As He gave me the command, I could hear Him say it as he meant it for his troops! And I went back to cleaning.

As I was finishing my chores, I realized that he has actually fallen asleep on the balcony! I sucked him off to the point he needed to sleep!