Valentines Day. The one simple day in the year where my Owner would treat me as His wife or His girlfriend with the traditional bouquet of beautiful flowers, a tear-jerking romantic card, and a nice dinner out.

The words of love would flow, as well as the wine and conversation, followed by a nice night of romantic sex. I was ok with it because this is what Men are supposed to do with the ones they love on this day. I liked it all to a point.

This year, I knew it would be different because of Miss Evvy. She had Master-Sir’s heart on a leash just as much as He had hers. When it looked like she would not be here for that day, they started to talk about it and ways to make it special. He could fly to her. She could fly back here. But in the end, they figured it was too much effort and disturbance to make it happen. They would just let it happen.

Friday came without much of anything being said about His plans, our plans for the day—just the morning blowjob, breakfast, and off to work. About halfway through my day, Master-Sir surprises me with a text. A reservation number He wanted me to check. It turns out master-Sir’s former sex buddy, Diane, is in town. This is the girl who, on our first date, warned me that He was looking for a REAL slave. That if I was playing games, to leave now or be real and enjoy the ride. I really don’t think she ever thought our ride would last ten years!

She was in town with her boyfriend, and they wanted to meet up for dinner, drinks, and whatever. So, at least I knew it was going to be a busy, fun-filled weekend, and I would be able to show off my obedience and love to my Owner to one of His best female buddies, the one lady I credit for our getting together and staying together.

That night, we all went out for dinner, and they talked. We had not seen her in several years, and her new boyfriend seemed like a nice guy, a keeper who seemed to make her happy. However, he was still having issues with a man having a very devout and loving full-time slave plus a girlfriend. Diane loved teasing her boyfriend by making points about what I do and what my Owner does or doesn’t do to me.

They all agreed that I would make them dinner on Saturday night, Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriend asked my Owner what he did about that day. Since he has a girlfriend and a slave, two women on the most romantic night of the year? Master-Sir assured Him He took care of it like a good boyfriend should.

Since they would not be in the same town on that special day, he sent her a large dozen roses and a beautiful card. They will talk on Saturday night after she gets them. So what about his slave? What does he do for her on that day? My Owner has a pretty stock answer for that. His slave will know that she is loved and cared for. That is all he said or would say about the matter.

Loving Master and His slave

Saturday, I was a nervous wreck. I love Diane as much as I can. She was always my go-to when I had a question or a problem about my Owner when we lived in Phoenix. So now she was coming to his house, and I wanted to make sure that she saw how proud my Owner was of His slave. I wanted to show her that I was worthy of being His slave. I wanted to make her happy.

I will write more about the dinner later. I need to get to the call between Miss Evvy and my Owner

Having Diane and her boyfriend here was a great help in keeping me focused. I didn’t think about Valentine’s Day and what it would mean for Master-Sir and Miss Evvy, but I knew that moment would come.

The day started with Master-Sir giving me a nice single rose and a romantic card followed by a very wet kiss. That is all. A flower. A single red rose that had a sparkle to its coloring. It left me sad, confused and a bit happy at the same time. i was confused inside and out.

I always told my Owner not to make a big deal out of it. It’s just a manufactured holiday. All a girl, a slave, needs to know is that He loves me and will care for me. That I am His. That’s all. That is something He makes sure I know every single day otherwise. So why am i feeling betrayed on this one silly day??

Knowing Miss Evvy is getting that big bouquet of roses I would normally receive. I should not be mad, upset or jealous. It’s what I always asked for. Nothing special to be made of His love for me. All I ever get Him is a silly card and a kiss. He never said anything.

I was able to put it to rest, thanked my owner and went about my day preparing for our guests. That nervousness replaced any feelings I had about the flowers. I wanted to make sure Diane knew I was the slave her best friend always imagined. I wanted her to be happy for Him.

After serving them dinner, I kneeled at my owner’s side and was hand-fed by Him. After some drinks out by the pool (it was a warm, beautiful February day for Las Vegas!) Master-Sir excused himself to make a phone call. He grabbed my hair and made me follow Him to the Master bedroom.

Master-Sir dialed His phone, and she answered. Since she has started to travel more, their phone calls have gotten more erotic in tone and wording. Master-Sir has become very proficient in sex talk! He asked about the flowers and the cards, she asked about me, he answered “Oh, I got her a flower and a card. She’s fine”. Nothing more was said about me.

As they talked like two teenagers on a phone date, Master-Sir unbuckled His pants and stepped out of them, pointing to me to pick them up and hang them properly.

As He settled on the bed for what I assumed would be a sweetheart’s talk, He started to stroke His cock. Getting it hard. Then He stopped, looked at me and told Miss Evvy that since she can’t be here for Valentine’s Night of sex if she minds if He used His slave’s mouth place of her “tight, wet pussy?”

Apparently, she said yes because he held the phone away and looked down at me, telling me to point blank that my mouth was going to be used as Her beautiful pussy and to make it real. This was not to be my usual blowjob, and it’s because she is not here. I am being used for their enjoyment, not mine. Erotic Humiliation and sex talk? Yes.

I guess after the flower and the card, His words told me I was going to be HER pussy for a few minutes, and this was between them and not me; I should be angry, upset, or maybe even jealous. But I wasn’t. I was, in a way, happy for Him that I could be there and be her. Suppose that’s what it takes to make Him happy. That is my purpose—his slave.

He pushed my head down on His cock, and they began this long, slow, and steamy conversation about touching and exploring each other’s body that started to work towards her smooth mound and “oh so tight” pussy that was wet with anticipation. it was like I was hearing an erotic novel being played out as His firm hand held my head in place while He moved His hard cock up and down in my throat. I was not to do anything but be there for the climax. To be her for His cumdump.

Since they began this relationship and Miss Evvy became comfortable with me being their clean-up doll and sex servant, they both have become very vocal in their sexcapades. But this was new to me. Hearing Master-Sir talk to her like a porn novel coming to life while breathing heavily and forcing His cock deeper into my throat.

Finally, I felt the impending ejaculation. I still was not allowed to do anything as He held my head tightly as I swallowed and licked what I could. Trying to get a full breath of air. My fingers found my spot, and I was wet. I mean soaking wet.

My own body again was not reacting like I thought it would or should. Thinking back I can now see why I was so wet and wanting. The erotic humiliation, the verbal abuse, the sex talk between them, with me being used as a long-distance pussy?

As it all ended and He came down from His romantic high, my Owner’s voice returning to normal and their talk becoming like friends, He released the grip on my head and pointed to the closet. I was still shaking from it all but responded properly by training. I got up and finished swallowing His large load and what may have slipped on my chin. I fetched my Owner’s pants and helped Him dress as he ended the call.

He breathed a heavy breath, smiled at me, gave me a kiss, and told me I could masturbate before returning downstairs. He left without saying another word or seeing if I did, in fact, masturbate. for the record, I did ..

Then I wanted to cry. Not sure why. it wasn’t a painful type of cry I wanted. I just wanted to release some energy, some pent-up feelings. My masturbation session was wonderful, hard, and exciting. I got out the wand and my favorite attachment, then worked it into myself with a furry as I recalled their phone call, wanting it to be me He was exploring, His hands were feeling me up, and it was me. His cock had entered and filled. But it wasn’t, I kept seeing Miss Evvy as I worked the machine in me. it was just this piece of plastic humming and working itself deeper into my pussy, making me want to come with a vengeance while still thinking about her pleasing Him. And I did.

I never did really cry. I just finished up, relaxed for a minute then headed for my bathroom to make sure i looked presentable to return to our guests. Smiling because my masturbation was Her. Not me. I was using myself as Her sex toy.

At the night’s end, I was allowed to sleep with Master Sir. We kissed, we cuddled, we said our love to each other and meant them all. Master-Sir asked if I was happy with the day. I explained about the card and the flower. We talked about that and what it all meant and what each of us was thinking.

Ultimately, I was happy that He got His day of love with His friends and His girlfriend. I got my day to be of dedicated service to Him. We got what we both wanted. It is indeed a new life we are exploring..

Strange what we learn to love and appreciate. For a slave, it’s never about her. In the end, it’s about making your Owner happy. And I did. So I am happy.