Still feeling the after-effects of last night and Master-Sir fucking Miss Carol, then calling me into the bedroom to clean her cunt of His justices.  As well as introducing the real me to her.

I’m guessing Master-Sir was dreaming of her because he woke up with a raging hard-on and fucked my ass raw.

He told me that she would be taking me to lunch, and I was to answer any and all of her questions openly and honestly.  And to continue calling her Miss Carol all the time now.   

When I got into her car to go to lunch, I opened my blouse and unsnapped my bra.  She just smiled. She was asking if that was normal for me.  Boy, do we have a lot to talk about!

Yes, I am not allowed to ride in the car without my breast exposed and my skirt up. But for her and her car’s expensive upholstery, I decided to stay covered.  She liked my answer.

She started to talk about how everything now makes sense, and she is now happy that it’s all in the open. She smiled and laughed, talking about how she thought it was a cuckquean relationship and wondered if she could be a nasty Cuck.

The idea of a real-life Master with His own obedient slave relationship blew her mind! Telling me it’s nothing like Fifty Shades. Our is better. Well, Dah!

She told me that she had never had a woman go down on her before. Seeing my Owner pull me by the hair towards her piussy kind of freaked her out.

First was that He was pulling my hair. She first saw it as abuse, non-consensual. Then she realized I was enjoying being between her legs and licking His cum out. That was kind of a new turn-on for her.

She really enjoyed how I made her feel comfortable and clean! Asking if I will really be doing “that” each time they have sex at the house.  Yes, or at least anytime Master-Sir calls me in.  If she desires, Master-Sir will have me in the room, usually facing the corner or kneeling on His side of the bed, watching and waiting to please Him and/or her.

She wasn’t sure if she would like another woman in the bedroom as they fuck. i told her to think of me as His slave, i am there to be silent and let them do their thing. Use me if you need me or send me out of the room. Master-Sir or His girlfriend would occasionally lock me in my bedroom just fo the tease and humiliation of it.

Yes, I explained that I have my own room where I am sent when He doesn’t want me. It’s my little hideaway as well. It’s also where all my clothes are. His bedroom is called The Master Bedroom for a reason!

I also reminded her that He told her last night, i was hers to command. So anytime she is at the house and wants it, I will do as she commands.   With those words, she hinted that she was already wet between the legs thinking about it. I smiled.

She asked what I got out of all this?  I get a very happy Master. I get the pain and the humiliation that is a turn on for me. And when He uses me, its little rougher and more on the abusive side. As I explained this morning where I was, like other times, i was just there to be used in her place.  

What about work?  I told her that I call my Boss Mister Tibbs, I always address people as Mister or Miss, unless told otherwise. In private, the people who use me, I call them Master or Sir.   So no issue calling her Miss Carol in public.

She asked me what I did for The Pretty Brunette. I explained how I cleaned her lingerie by hand. It was the expensive kind and she needed it properly cared for. Miss Carol asked if she gets that treatment and I assured her if that’s what she wanted, I would be honored to wash her delicates for her.  She smiled. “Gowd, Girl, I’m going to like having you around.” I smiled and thanked her. I just wanted to make sure she was making my Master happy.  When he is happy, I am happy.

Then I asked her the question that bothered me the most. What was her plan going forward? She assured me that marriage or “anything like that” is not on the table. That there is one other man in her life. An older, professional gentleman she sees and even travels with on occasion. “it’s very casual.”

She was impressed when I asked her for permission to use the ladies room. Then while I was gone, I paid the bill and tipped the waiter.

On the way back to the office, she asked me to show her my pussy. I told her to please stop asking. I am a slave, I do as I am told.  She smiled and promised she would try harder.  She smiled when she realized that I was really wet. She joked that if she could get out of her pantyhose, she would have me feel her.  I suggested stockings and that maybe we could go shopping sometime for her.  She agreed and tweaked my nipple as we pulled into the resorts garage.

At the office, I was called into the conference room by my Boss, who had it all closed down and was smiling, He had read my blog about Thursday night, then wondered what we two were talking about over lunch. The whole idea got Him hard again.  I immediately got naked and knelt between His legs and unbuckled His slacks. Another blow job for the boss. Two in one day!  

I’m a happy slave!