Yes, I lost my first and most dearest slave sister. She was an important person in my life and my journey would never have been this far or this deep had I not met her or her owner. No matter the circumstances, no matter the pain, He owned her and she loved being Owned by Him. I guess that is how some may see my life. Too much for them, But it is my Life! I will respect yours if you respect mine.

Read: my first slave sister is gone

I am one of those people who believe all people come into your world for a special reason and they leave your life when they have served their purpose. We may not know what that purpose was, but they served it and they move on. She has moved on at a time one someone else has entered it and they seem to need me to guide them into their new journey. Hmmm… Timing?

Thankfully Master-Sir knows me as well as He does and knows that I needed to wash my emotions, live the emotions, and then I needed to move on. To do so, I want to be used hard. Not just serve, or to be whipped hard or even fucked until I scream. I need to fall deeply into a project, a need, a service. Just as I needed to be used hard after our little night out and my issues involving that scenario.

In all the attention my Owner was showing me, while His girlfriend was here, I thought it would be a problem for her. The Pretty Brunette was offering to sacrifice her limited time here with My Owner, so that He could step back and deal with His slave. So that i could have our time to reconnect. I was being needy, to be used by Him, have sex, then get Him back to His wonderful life with her. I am in a desperate need to ask for her forgiveness, for stealing time from her, from Him and I know that would happily suffer any punishment she decides I needed for my being so needy.

Read: Master, slave talk, Have Sex

Then we get the information about my slave sister committing suicide and the emotional fallout from that. The fallout, my following cry-fest was short and I was allowed to stay in my bedroom for almost the entire day to let it all out of my system. Joined occasionally by my Owner and his other friend from Phoenix who now lives here. To me, I went too long and needed to get out and to get into some heavy service. I needed to be used.

So with all that playing in my head, it was followed by the news that my job is being changed to part-time for the remainder of the summer. Instead of laying off a large chunk of the office staff, they are offering a few “essential” workers to rotate and have more time off. I will work Monday to Wednesday only. Master-Sir tried not to smile too much when He saw that notice. Knowing that right now I needed to be used heavily and not be allowed for my mind to wander like it would if I was at work 5 days a week.

Hi smile came from the fact that with Him and The Pretty Brunette were working their respective jobs from our home and they could really use a full-time slave most days to run errands, serve them drinks and snacks and keep them occupied when needing a break..

Her Friend

The Pretty Brunette has a sexy and beautiful friend visiting here from San Diego and as I shared earlier, she is enjoying watching me be a slave. In her dreams, she wants to be “me” in the worst ways possible. yet she has fears because of how deep I am going, fears about her job, and her executive life in San Diego if she were to come clean with what she wants to others..

The friend, only had planned ot stay here a few days, say hello to The Pretty Brunette and see this man she apparently keeps talking about at the office. The plan was for he to leave here on Wednesday or Thursday, then drive east to visit family. Hopeing to enjoy the summer some place cooler.

When she learned of me, feeding her pent up dreams, and all the drama that was now my life, she decided to stay a little longer and “help out.” Maybe investigate this hidden fantasy she had and enjoy more of the romantic time she had that first night with The Pretty Brunette. I had not known, but Master-Sir and I had suspected that when we found them asleep, naked in each other’s arms, there may be more to that story.

The Friend has found reasons to stay behind when the other two go out for work errands or just to go for coffee and get away from the “office” and she spends that time with me. Kneeling or sitting on the floor, I am naked and she has begun to be topless around me when we have these little slave life chats!

I see her as maybe, in some small way, the reason my slave sister has moved on. To leave me on my own and take what I had learned, pass it on to others. Like my new “The Friend” and her dreams. I hope I can live up to what I had followed and pass it forward with pride and honor.

To Note: Please know that I know that The Pretty Brunette, The Friend, and others I know, read this blog. They have no influence over what I write. we will often talk after it published to get their feedback or commentary. and, Yes, I have everyone’s permission to tell the stories that I am telling here. Only the names are changed to protect the kinky.