If you are wondering, maybe you are not, but I have been absent from life for awhile now. Popping on the forums occasionally to say “hello” but not much else. My Owner, thankfully, has had me on a very short leash, literally, lately. Because He knows I needed to be on a even shorter leash.

Last week, we went to Utah to face my stalker and to say a few words to the court about my ordeal, in hopes it helps the case against Him for doing other sick and demented thigs to another woman who He was being charged with stalking and worse.

Earlier this year, Master-Sir had me stop my journal and almost erased me from the Internet because a man had been stalking me based on what I wrote here and on Fetlife. Making my life a true living Hell.

In Nevada, the laws are not as strict as they are in Utah and when the man was finally arrested, he was stalking another women there and getting violently physical with her. He was never physical with me. The worst for me was when he appeared at my place of employment and tried to force his ay past security at the front desk. Las Vegas resort security don’t play those games!

He moved on to Utah for fresh victims. They think he was stalking three to five other women. This one fought back and finally got him arrested. His trial(s) are happening now and I was asked to testify to his behavior.

The Drive

Master-Sir literally had the collar and leash on me the entire drive. He drove. He put a large butt plug in me for the ride so my mind was always on that and not on what i was about to do. He would stop at rest areas or truck pullovers and lead me to a grassy area to have me pee there like the other dogs (bitches). Not in the public rest area bathrooms.

On the longer, boring stretches, I was kept occupied by listening to the radio while I had His cock in my mouth. Not sucking or licking, but just there to hold it. In case He needed to use my mouth for anything or not. He just told me to stay there with Him in it. It did help keep my mind occupied. Thinking about all the other times I was being used while driving or on other trips where my mouth was used for various uses. Mostly blowjobs for truckers or His urinal so we didn’t have to stop very often.

I thought about my late slave sister and all things her Owner used her mouth for and thought how lucky I was that my Owner was as creative, just not as sadistic as hers was!

He would ask me if I felt the butt plug and to answer I had to reach under me0 and feel it, causing me to moan. He would make a little noise, like a little laugh. Knowing I was not liking it but enjoyed the feel at the same time. Finally before our final stop, His cock started to grow and I was allowed to suck His cock as it got larger and to enjoy my reward as He filled my mouth with His juices. Not knowing as I was enjoying sucking His cock, He had stopped at a pullover to really enjoy my services.

Once I had cleaned Him up, He told me to get dressed. That’s when I realized we had stopped. My clothes were in the backseat and He made me get out of the car to get dressed. That’s when I realized others were pulled over as well. The honking of the truck horns gave me a smile and I waved as I quickly got back into the car.

That Night

At the hotel, I was allowed to stay dressed as the State team of people prosecuting my stalker came to our suite to go over what may happen in the morning. Apparently the judge has been differing on who and what can be said or admitted for evidence. So they were not sure what I would be doing. May be addressing the court or maybe even sworn in and cross examined.

The fact that they had Him on several charges, there was a good possibility that he would be serving many years in jail. If it went right, he would be facing life plus a few decades.

Master-Sir never let me go too far from His side the entire trip. During the talks, He was next to me, holding my hand or hugging me. Assuring me i was doing the right thing. They already had one witness backed out. I assured them I wasn’t going to do that. I needed to get my life back.

That night, Master-Sir held me the entire night in bed. Never using me, just holding me and talking to me. I wasn’t giving much back, I know that and yet, He still held me and never made me do anything. I needed that. I needed to know I was Owned and that He was there to care for me. He was.

Breakfast was room service and Master-Sir hand-fed me as He talked to me. Even telling me what to wear. I had brought one outfit and so I knew what I was going to wear. But to hear my owner tell me what He expected me to wear, just felt right. I needed that control.

I needed that assurance He was in charge. Being a slave who had no human privilege’s like eating at a table or drinking from a glass, kept me from going crazy. I was kept in my slave mind. My Owner kept me focused. Even getting into the car, I was reminded, top-down, ass bare to the seat. Thank You Master-Sir.

Arriving at the courthouse, it all seemed so much better. My mood was happier, I was not worried, scared, or too overly nervous. They had me in a room with a video camera. I could see the courtroom, but I wasn’t in the same room as He was. I was on camera, facing the judge. On the monitors, I could see his attorney. No jury.

Reliving the Nightmare

I have read how sometimes these things can be a train wreck. The person having to relive the events as two opposing parties ask questions of personal nature will sometimes breakdown and become unstable. Ruining her testimony. Thankfully my experiences with this creature were all verbal or written threats. Never physical. More emotional and psychological. So as they questioned me, as I walked down that road, it all comes out in the real world. To say it out loud, to see this creature react to my words, my not so emotional body language. It was all so cathartic.

As the words came out, as I relived those scary moments and terrifying mind games he was playing, i felt this enormous weight going away with each event I described in detail. I never cried. I had tears, but nothing that would show weakness. Master-Sir was close to me and I could see His smile from the corner of my eye.

Seeing him in that chair, in his rented suit. His half-smile, that evil smile, as they went over what he did to me or what he did to find me, hunt me down and to come to my place of employment. He was reliving them as i was.

I thought about the fact that he will have those memories of stalking me, those words he wrote of what he wanted to do to me if we were to be together. All those things that he never got to act out in those words. They were only words, and fantasy never fulfilled. They will remain fantasies, nothing more for the rest of his life. his life has essentially ended while my slave life keeps getting better.

During part of the questioning, they brought up some things from other cases pending against him and the judge shut them down quickly. But it gave me an insight to what all was happening and I knew I was doing the right thing, that this was helping keep this predator off the streets.

The End?

Once I was told I was finished, the camera and the monitors went blank. I collapsed into my Owner’s arms and then knelt at His side as He hugged me. it was such a natural response. Me being at His feet made me feel safe and to feel happy. The court people in the room with us, all congratulated me on my testimony and thanked me for being brave and for coming through for them and for “her” the lady who started this all.

As we drove away from the courthouse, Master-Sir asked how I felt? I felt like i didn’t do enough. I could have went deeper into my responses. I was doing as I was told. To just answer the questions as they were asked. Do not add anything to the answers not in the questions. But I wanted to say more. Master-Sir assured me I did enough and that “This” was no over.

Somewhere between the courthouse and the restaurant, Master-Sir took me for lunch, I got a butt plug back in my ass. I don’t remember stopping for that or even being told to wear one. But I sure felt it when I sat down!

Someone from the State, a lady who works with domestic abuse, I think, joined us for lunch. Going over everything that happened so far. Letting me know that what I did helped.

The funny thing was that as we sat in that restaurant eating and talking, I was not thinking about the trial, the testimony, or anything else about why we were there. I was thinking how nice this lady was and how she seemed to give off a little submissive vibe as she would politely stop to listen to my owner’s response. or how she let Him decide the meal she was wanting to order. I was looking at her and imagining her naked, kneeling beside me, as we served my Owner!