There is that old saying “Be careful what you wish for because you just may get it”.  Yes, that one came so true to me on Thursday.

After serving Master-Sir His breakfast and cleaning up the dishes, Master-Sir had me in the living room, on the floor, on all fours. I was on my elbows so that my saggy breasts were on the floor and my ass was pointed up in the air, ready to be used if needed. 

I was nervous about what was about to happen, yet I was also excited and wet.  Ok, not just wet, but so wet that Master-Sir had to put a towel on the floor because I was creating such a large wet spot!

One last assurance from me to my Owner that I am ready and wanting to go ahead with the plan.  It’s been my dream for a while now for this to happen and He, as my Owner, made it all happen just as we had planned it.

Whatever this morning brings, my life will be changed because of it.  No going back, It needs to happen. 

He Waits to Enter

In what had to be my lowest voice ever, I muttered the words He was waiting to hear. “Yes Sir, Please Sir, Let him in”.  with that, He put the blindfold on me and told me to “Stay” as He went to answer the door.

I soon heard the pleasantries, the welcoming comments as the two men walked towards me.  The man’s voice started to slow down and get deeper as he approached.  Then those immortal words “Whoa.  so that’s what she looks like naked!”

I figure it was because this was His first real look at this naked slave.  With her flabby tits hanging down and all her parts on display for Him. All of me. The slave me.  Naked and ready for almost anything he could have wanted of me.

They approached me and I could smell the leather from His shoes as they stood in front of me.  Master-Sir told me to properly welcome His guest.  His Guest??  I obeyed as I reached out in my darkness to find the source of the leather aroma, His well-polished shoes.  I held each of them in my hands and kissed them, welcoming Him to Master-Sir’s house. 

I asked for His permission to remove His shoes. Trying to remain on all fours, while untying and removing the shoes, placing them to the side, and resuming my position.     “Thank You, Sir. I hope you find my service to you today worthy of your time” was my final words to Him as I heard Him kneel beside me. 

Hearing Him breathe as he got adjusted to being on my level.  I felt His hands roam my head, my neck. Master-Sir was explaining to Him what I was in great detail.

“She is an obedient fluffy slave.  240 pounds of pure obedience. She may not be much to look at for beauty, but she makes up for it in obedience and in her skills to please any man.”  Master-Sir was certainly filling my need for humiliation.

I could feel the visitors’ hands on my face and His long fingers filling my mouth as my Owner continued.

“If you look at her mouth, I don’t think there is a cock she could not handle. She just likes to suck cock. No matter the size!” and I have yet to have anyone complain about her blowjobs. Like the best you ever had! “He paused.   

“She loves sucking cock, almost as much as she enjoys having her ass fucked.  If there is a cock near her mouth, she will consider it hers and try to suck it without permission.” They laughed. “It’s like a natural tendency she has.”

My Owner paused as I felt the guest’s hands travel further down to my saggy old breasts and my now rock-hard nipples. 

“Yes, those big ugly, yet so wonderfully saggy 38D breasts. They are big and they are so fucking fun to play with. I assure you that You will enjoy using them for your pleasures. Or maybe even for your pain. The best part of her being a slave is you don’t have to worry about hurting them or her. She is there for you to use and abuse to your pleasure, not hers. let her cry… She knows her safe words. ”

His hands took the fullness and softness of my boobs as I felt his fingers pinch then pull on the nipples.   My Owner assured Him he could be very rough with them, with me because “She was built to take a beating. “

He released them as I felt His body shift and move to my side.  His hands moved down my back to the point of the top of the crack of my ass as it was pointing upward for His inspection.

Master-Sir wanted Him to see the entire package as he ordered me to open my asshole for the gentleman’s look and inspection. I reached behind and grabbed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart to expose my hole.

Now in full exposure, the humiliation was getting me wet as my emotions were wanting to cry.

I shifted myself to better obey as I felt a finger push all the way in.  He moaned a little moan as He felt the tightness.  

“I prefer her asshole to that sloppy pussy. I think you will too.”  Master-Sir continued. “Don’t worry if you get your fingers dirty, shove them in her mouth to be cleaned. She licks anything clean!”  More soft laughs at my expense.  I felt the guest do as my Owner suggested.  I sucked the wetness from His digits, thanked Him, and waited for more humiliation

“Her ass is always tight. Doesn’t matter how many men you let fuck her there or how many cocks are shoved in; she will take them all and then beg you for more.”  He stopped as I felt the guest move behind me, His hands on my ass.  

The words were more for my humiliation than they were for his information. Now we move on to my “sloppy pussy”

Master-Sir continued His verbal tour. Indicating that if He were to feel my sloppy pussy, “It is as wet as any river on earth. Just be careful, it’s pretty sloppy”.  The guest inserted his fingers then His hand into my pussy, making me moan in pleasure.

He agreed to just how sloppy and loose my pussy was.  Asking if that’s why it’s not used as much? 

He really did know about me. he knows more of my history for being used more for anal sex than for pussy.  My Owner agreed. “I prefer her ass to that thing she calls a pussy.  I tell my friends to use her ass for a better fuck. Ignore that wet thing.”

The verbal humiliation continued as the men joked about how wet and wanting, I was. “She knows her ass is the preferred fuck hole next to her mouth. I love to watch her suck a cock when she really wants a fuck. Her eyes tell you she is enjoying the use, no matter what hole you are using. But in her heart, she really wants you to fuck her pussy.  So I try to ignore that hole as often as possible.”

Yes, my Owner knows me so well. It hurts to hear the truth.  That my Owner wants to torture me and ignore my pussy while enjoying my other holes.  And to let the man know that if he ignores my pussy, that I will start to become even more submissive and more obedient. As if that were possible, but I guess it is.  I crave the touch, the use of my pussy.  To knowingly ignore it makes me stir crazy.

That is when the conversation changed.  My Boss, still playing with my pussy, wanted to know about Master-Sir’s girlfriend. is it true that when she is here, I am ignored sexually? Used mostly just for their cleanup? 

Master-Sir laughed a little.  Asking “if you had a choice between a beautiful lady with a nice body that is firm in all the right places, or that sloppy pussy with saggy tits, which one would you use to fuck and what one would do for the cleanup?

He was right. A slave like me is only good to be used for their teasing and to clean up after them. I was something to be ignored while he is spending time with a real female. Boss Man agreed.  A sloppy pussy is only good in times of real desperation!

As I felt Him start to pull on my pussy, probe my lips as well as my asshole again, Master-Sir went into the rules.  Reminding Him that He has full use of me as he wants.  But I cannot be “endangered”.  I need to keep my job and not be exposed to anyone not authorized to know. I cannot be shared with anyone for any purpose other than what pertains to my job and maintaining my employment.

 Master-Sir was very firm on the last rule: “She Can Not Be Exposed as a Slave”. My Boss, in a very happy voice, agreed to the rules of use and thanked my Owner.  I smiled as well. 

It’s a done deal!

Master-Sir told me to get up, go to the kitchen. I can remove my blindfold in there. Telling me to “ get our guest a drink” than to return and properly serve Him as He desires. Trying not to sound too excited yet not too scared, I answered simply “Yes, Master-Sir”.

My Owner was done with the show and tell and needed to get some work done while I serve my Boss Man as He requires. My heart is beating 10 times faster as I struggle to get up in the dark and find my way to the kitchen.

Once I was in the kitchen and removed the blindfold, I needed to hold the countertop to keep from falling over. My nerves were shot, my body shaking, my mind was racing and my pussy was soaking wet, still.

My Boss, My Boss Man has finally seen me as I am, as I want Him to see me. Now He will get to use me and I am anxious to see what He has for me to enjoy.

I poured our guest a fresh cup of coffee and made it the way I know that He likes it. Then prepared myself for the official meeting of the naked slave and the dressed Boss.

It was nice to know that by this time, He had already seen me naked. He had already pushed, pulled, prodded, and played with my body. After all that, He was still here and wanting more.

walking back into the living room, I had to walk slow and focus all my energy on making this look as normal as possible as I served Him for the first time as his slave.

He was already sitting with his pants off and his erect cock standing tall. His smile was larger than I had ever seen it as He said, “Hello Bitch Slave, we finally meet for real.”  Yes, those three magical words.  Hello Bitch Slave.  Music to my ears.

I knelt, trying not to shake too much and spill any coffee as I properly used both hands to serve Him. His body was trying to hide it, but He finally confessed how nervous this moment was for Him as well. I felt relieved to know that it wasn’t just me!

I finally got to say those wonderful words “Welcome Boss Sir”.  We both smiled. I had asked Him to please, next time, let me take His pants off. I am there to serve Him and that is part of my service. He agreed to try to do it better next time!

I enjoyed the sight of His cock. Not only was it standing tall, not too tall. But I enjoyed that He was prepared for this event. His manly parts were well-groomed and He had a faint scent of a nice cologne!

It was not what I had imagined, I won’t say what I was expecting, but I enjoyed what he had and How He had presented Himself to me. It was still a beautiful thing to behold. 

Now I get to ask my favorite question. Bein on my knees, naked, with my submissive smile looking up into His hazel green eyes, “Sir, may I please suck your cock?”

His response was short, sweet, and so very to the point! “About dam time girl!” 

His free hand grabbed my left breast and was pulling me closer to Him as I opened my mouth and properly swallowed His cock without stopping.

My Boss, right where He deserves to be. Sitting comfortably in a chair above me with His cock in my hungry mouth. Relaxing and enjoying the service of a proper slave.

I was so happy yet so scared for this moment. My nerves were on end as I started to worship His cock. Licking His balls and kissing the head while I swallowed it deep into my throat and slowly came back up for air. 

I think we were both anxious for this to happen. Maybe too anxious as I was working harder and faster than normal as He was trying to not join my rhythm.  He put His coffee down to help get more of it in my mouth, or was just enjoying Himself too much to hold it!

Finally, I felt His cock pulse as I felt his hands on my head, then back to His sides. he was moaning, telling me he was about to cum. He was breathing hard and heavy as He tensed up. He raised His hips to get more cock into my mouth as I felt the first warm spurt of His reward.

I held Him in my mouth, feeling Him spurt into my mouth as I swallowed. After finally feeling the last drops, His breathing starts to return to something normal and His body relaxes as He slumped back. Telling me “That was fucking wonderful”.

When I released His cock from my lips, I thanked Him for the wonderful treat. He was still smiling too much to talk as I helped Him get His underwear back on and His slacks buttoned up.

I sat up and properly handed Him His coffee again. he took it from me. I kissed His feet again to thank Him for this reward.

After a few minutes, and we both relaxed a little more, we had a nice conversation before He had to return to the office with a wonderful smile on h His face.

Yes, the dream, the desire was finally complete.  My Boss now knows that I am a slave at His disposal.  I am there to serve Him at work as He needs. Plus other benefits to be revealed at a later date. !