Do you want to know what part I love most about being a slave is?  It’s just that;  Being a slave.  That’s when I get to turn off the real world and just listen to my Owner tell me what I can do to please Him.  The rest of the world just goes away.  No matter what He has planned for me, I am free from that choice or worry and can only enjoy the act of being obedient and the filling His orders are what being His slave brings to my life.

Right now is that college basketball tournament time and Las Vegas is just a madhouse.  The resort I work in is now filled with either overaged teenagers trying to feel important or spring breakers here to get drunk and feel nothing but the cool pool and the nightclubs.

After spending 12 to 14 hours a day in the resort dealing with all that chaos, then going home to find Master-Sir in full party mode with His friends in town and at the house to watch the games, makes my life seem like a never-ending battle of basketball madness and men being silly and childish. But I am Loving the chaos.

Coming home to a house filled with people drunk, excited and having fun while making a complete mess of my recently cleaned home could send a normal person to the crazy farm.  But I always remember that it’s not my home.  The home, like me, is Owned and our owner wants it kept clean and orderly.  That’s all.  My mind quickly slips back into slave mode as the garage door opens and I know I will soon be topless or maybe even nude and in my happy place again. As strange as that sounds, being the half-naked maid to a house filled with some strange men cheering on a ball game, makes me rejuvenated again and oh so well pleased.

Don’t get me wrong.  I do get something else out of all this basketball craziness and horrible working conditions.  My darling Owner has offered me a full day in the spa of my choice if my Kentucky boys wins it all.  If they lose, I get a flogging or paddling from one of his friends to be named later.   To a slave like me, that is a win for me no matter what!

The other night I came home, tired and exhausted, yet anxious to once again get topless (prefer naked, but for this group, its topless only) and get to be my Master-Sir’s domestic goddess to all his wonderful His friends.  As the garage door opened and i parked;  As I was getting out of my car and getting into my routine of stripping and prepping, Jason came out to greet me.   Master-Sir had texted me that he was here with a friend and I was so happy to see Him again.  It seems like years since I last saw Jason.

After we kissed and said our hellos, He asked if I could do Him a really big favor?  He had already ok’d it with my Owner but wanted to get to me before I got into the house and became distracted.  One of His friends was here, a friend from his school.  Apparently the friend was a lightweight drinker and was passed out in my bedroom.  Jason wanted to ask if I would look in on him, make sure He is ok and maybe, please, give him a blowjob?  Jason said this friend needed something to make Him smile after his college girlfriend dumped him the other day just as they were leaving for Las Vegas.

Master-Sir was in the kitchen when I entered the house with Jason. He gave me the ok and pointed up the stairs. I smiled, kissed Jason, and told Him ” I got this” as I smiled as I headed up to my bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man, completely dressed in basketball fan attire. lying on the bed, sleeping, and smiling.  I knelt at the side of the bed and softly called His name. To be safe, I also whispered who I was. Not wanting to freak hIm out. When you find a half-naked woman at your bedside in Las Vegas it can mean so many different things.  

So I whispered who I was and that i was there to check on him.  Since He was in my bed, I  wanted to make sure that he was ok.  He opened one eye and began to realize he had a topless girl with big boobs looking at him and smiling.   Gotta say he was a cute man.  Like one of those boys you see in the ads for the hip clothing boutiques or something. Just so sweet and yet so innocent, maybe, And He was in MY bed.  I like it when nice looking men are in my bed and I “have to” make them feel better.

He was funny as he asked me if I was topless?  I asked if He was ok with a fluffy woman at His side with her tits hanging out and he laughed. “Oh Hell YES!”. Then I asked Him about the girlfriend?  She was the love of his life since 10th grade!  Now she is gone! Graduated and dumped Him for some stud in Seattle!   Oh, The story of lost love and youth!

As we talked in soft tones because His head was hurting, He let his one hand slip and touch my breast.  He quickly took it back and apologized for doing that.  i told Him that  was ok.  That’s what I am here for and moved it back on my breast.  I giggled because I hadn’t teased a man like this in ages!

He smiled when i asked him if there was anything I could do to make him feel more comfortable?  In a drunken slur, he said I could suck his dick? At least He knew what he wanted!!  He quickly apologized and said he could use a drink of water or something and apologized again.  I had to know so I asked if his girlfriend ever did that for Him? Ever give Him a blowjob?  he said she would, only after he begged her to or if it was a special thing.  

My favorite type of cock I like to suck. A deprived one. I assured Him that it would be my pleasure to suck His dick.   hearing that got both of his eyes opened as I moved onto the bed and pulled back the sheets while He quickly started to fumble with his pants.  Seems like he was suddenly getting sober now!

Per my rules, I am to be naked when being used like this. So I removed my skirt. This when he saw just how naked and how fluffy I am and he blurted out how much he loved my BIG TITS! Blushing, He was now fully erect and awake while I took him all the way in my mouth.  he purred so cute at that and started to breathe heavy and moan just by me taking His cock in my mouth.  I had yet to start worshiping His cock and he was already too happy!

A couple of thrusts, some soft kisses to the shaft and a hand massage to the balls and he was telling He was about to explode! Most times when they tell me that, I have ot laugh because their version of “explode” and my version are really different. In this case, he was exploding and filling my mouth and down my throat. it was wonderful, warm and thick.

I felt sorry for the boy.  He was apologizing for the sudden burst and the steady flow.  He really wanted to enjoy it longer and hoped I was ok with it.  He swears he never cums that fast, but it had been so long… Yes, I know the story. Especially if they never had a real blowjob before!

He was trying to pull out of my mouth, but I held him there until he was done cumming and stopped his heavy breathing and moaning.  I had licked the last of His juices off before letting his now limp cock drop out of my mouth and I smiled up at Him to see if that was ok.  I like teasing the men with that part!  He looked down at me and started to thank me.  That was amazing, no woman ever did it like that!  (I wonder how the other women do it?)  Telling him that it was my pleasure as I zipped Him up.  He asked if He could kiss my breasts?  I put them over Him and he just smiled and hugged them. I could feel His lips on my nipples followed by a sweet and gentlemanly “Oh Thank you Mam”.

As I got up, He asked me about my clothes. Where were my clothes? I told Him i came up here topless because that’s How I am.  And if He wants another round? Can He? Later? for that, I told Him to please ask the man of the house.  But I am sure that He would allow you to use me again if you feel better!!  With that, He wanted to get up and go ask! He kept telling me that He really wanted to just thank the man of the house for letting me suck His cock. Was he my husband?  My boyfriend?  What?  I said to ask Him yourself.

We walked down the stairs to the party, Master-Sir was still in the kitchen chatting with Jason and another friend.   My young friend could not get to my Owner fast enough to thank Him for letting his girlfriend give a complete stranger a blowjob.  Jason smiled at my Owner, gave me a kiss and thanked me, then told his buddy that I was the maid at the condo last year. Remember the other guys talking about her? His only response was “That was HER??”

My Owner just smiled, told Him to consider the blowjob a gift. Not to worry about it and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.  He reminded him of what was agreed to when he entered the house.  This is a VERY private party.  What happens here stays here.  Master-Sir huddled with the friend and Jason, whispering to them both that if he wants another blow job, just ask Him or ask Jason. Jason knows if I am available. If he behaves and parties properly.he just may get a free “thank you” before He leaves. He happily agreed.  

Master-Sir looked at me and pointed to the pool where some men were standing around talking.  But the drinks were all empty.  I smiled and said “Yes Sir” and went off to start my bitch slave domestic duties.

Another Man pleasured. Another cock enjoyed and I am just getting started with my slave duties. I am such a loved slave!