Early last Sunday afternoon, I was at work. It was an easy day as most duties were already done for the start of what will be a very busy week. Most of the other staff had already left. By noon, even my Boss/Dom had left. He was off to my Owner’s private football viewing party.

His bright smile hasn’t left His face since He was told that all my holes were now open and they needed to be well used. As He left, he told me he is looking forward to seeing how the other guys there will be using me.

After I had finished my daily assignments at work, I sent a text to my Owner telling Him His slave was on her way home. Yes, I was now off work, and time to get my head back to where it belongs. I leave the vanilla world and go to my happy place. I become the fluffy full-service slave.

It’s been a long time ( in my book), that I was free to be me. A slave for all purposes, being used to clean up, domestically serve, and sexually satisfy a group of hungry, alcohol-fueled, sports-loving men who are probably also horny for some rough sexual release.

My Happy Place Returns

Master-Sir has changed my routine when I enter the house. I am to stay dressed until I find where He is, then I must stand and wait to be told to remove my clothing. So that He and anyone else in the room can watch and inspect me as I do.

Before this change, I would get naked in the garage and enter the house already naked and ready to serve. This new rule adds a bit of humiliation to my life. Even after all these years, I feel awkward and embarrassed to have to be told to get naked. Verbally humiliated having to remove my clothing in broad daylight for others to see and comment on.

With the 5 men watching, Master-Sir is slow to give me instructions as He sits in His recliner, cold beer in His hand and smile on His face as I look Him in the eyes as I remove first my blouse. I fold it neatly and put it on a table. Then my bra. As my saggy tits are finally released from their prison, I am stopped. Master-Sir has me tell the men why this usually naked slave is allowed to wear a bra to work.

“Yes Sir, my kind Master-Sir has allowed His slave to wear one when I am at work. He doesn’t want me to offend the nice people I work with by them having to see my saggy tits.”

He is happy with my response. My Boss/Dom, chuckles.

Then I am to remove my skirt and to neatly fold it and lay it on the table with my bra and blouse. I return to the middle of the room. Standing tall and feeling my boobs to make sure the nipples are hard. After that, my hands behind my back boobs out. Waiting for my first command.

“Well slave, turn around so we all can see your naked body”. I do as told. Slowly letting everyone see that I am indeed naked. I cant look them in the eyes so I look at the ceiling as I do this.

“Now get your fat ass busy getting us fresh drinks and then start to clean up the mess in the kitchen.” I smile as I reply “Yes Master-Sir” and i am off to the refrigerator to get a fresh round of beers for the men.

Serving. In any capacity, to the people, I love and cherish. Is an honor. To do it naked is just part of how I live and is how I enjoy being. To get the beer, take it to the guest, kneel before them with my legs spread. Nothing is hidden from them as they accept the drink and carry on as if I wasn’t there.

If they desire to feel my wet pussy, pinch my nipples, or whatever, I am there to accept their use of me without comment. If not, I am sent off to do it again for the next guest.

After all of my men have been properly served fresh and the snack bowls have been refilled, i clean up around the room. Making sure not to get in their way of watching the game.

Occasionally I am stopped as one of them wants to feel my pussy or have me get them a bowl on the other table. Otherwise, I am properly ignored.

returning to the kitchen to begin cleaning up the mess they left trying to make sandwiches and something else for lunch. My men are not always the cleanest of people. But knowing they have a slave to clean up whatever mess they make, they don’t care. Nor should they. That is what I am there for.

Master Chase is the first to come out into the kitchen. He tells me how much He has missed these get-togethers. We have some other small talk before He smiles and asks kindly if I could stop what I was doing and, “well… suck my cock?” As if He needed to ask! I stop what I am doing to kneel in front of Him and smile as I do as He has asked.

That first cock is always a nice reward. it really makes the day real and makes me feel I am where I need to be. To feel His hand on my head as I work my throat up and down His shaft. hearing him moan is my favorite part. Well that, and tasting His cum.

Once He has filled my mouth with His warm reward and I have made sure His cock is cleaned and soft, I will gently put it back and zip Him up. He smiles and walks away without much more than a “thanks slave”. Hearing those words always makes me smile.

In the next couple of hours, I clean and serve them drinks. each man has His turn. Coming into the kitchen for a blowjob. Two of them wanted to fuck me right there on the floor, doggie style. Usually, they would want to go to the spare bedroom and do it “properly”. Not anymore. Tonite’s all about fucking one of my holes as quickly and roughly as possible then getting back to watch the game.

I really enjoy that feeling of desire, of being wanted, being used. To be used for their pleasures only, not thinking or caring about mine. The fact that they don’t have to worry about anything, I am there to fulfill their needs.

Being able to clean the house, serve the beers, and sexually please these men was like being on a natural high. I wanted more, I wanted to do more, serve more, and be used more. This is what makes my life happy and complete.

It is so difficult to explain. If I were not owned, I am sure my house would not be this clean. Nor would I be having this much sex. Who likes to clean a house anyway? But when it is looked at as a command from your Owner, then it’s a different thing. And I want Him to relax and enjoy His well-maintained, clean home that includes a slave to use as He and His friends want.

There is something about serving the people you love and respect. i would do anything for these men if they asked and my Owner approved. I live to serve and I serve to be happy. To see the smile on my Owner is what fills my heart with joy.

When not cleaning up their messes or serving cold drinks or snacks, I was sitting at my Owner’s feet. Kissing and massaging them. Ignoring the game and focusing on them. To make sure no man had to wait too long for service of any kind.

After it was all over, I had properly thanked each man for coming by kissing their feet. I then went back to finish cleaning the house. After all that, I realized that I was pleasantly exhausted. Thankfully, Master-Sir allowed me to lay on the couch next to Him while He watched a movie and massaged my tits, I fell asleep, happy and content.

I am a happy, well-used, and well-loved slave.