Some of you may be wondering why I will continue this journal. Nights like the last night we were together keep me going. The memories and stories are worth reliving and spreading the love he had for me to others.

I came home from work, and it was nothing unusual. I entered through the garage door and walked to his office. Stood at the doorway and waited for his approval.

He looked up and smiled, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the dog bed beside his desk. I immediately stripped out of my clothes, neatly folded them, and put them on the end table.

He has one of those desks with no sides, just a frame. I crawled across the floor, wrapped my hands around his left foot, and kissed it, then the right foot. Before I moved onto the pad, I told him I loved him and was glad to be home, where I belonged.

Kneeling with my hands behind my back, chest out. He looked at me, bent down, and kissed me fully on the lips with a little tongue action. Not something he does every day!

“You need to go and get cleaned up and ready for tonight. After you shower and shave, I laid some clothes out for you to wear tonight.”

I was a little taken aback. He had not mentioned anything special for us tonight or for me to be used by anyone. “Master-Sir?” was all I had to say.

He told me not to worry. “I’m just saying we have dinner reservations and show tickets for a new show on the strip. A disco-themed throwback show just opened, and I wanted to see it. Now Go!”

I went to shower, shaved my pussy, and put on a little perfume. After I prepared myself, I returned to kneel before him. Again, back straight, kneeling tall. My hands are behind my back, chest out. My saggy boobs even responded with hard nipples. My knees were shoulder-width apart. Master-Sir smiled as he bent down. A finger into my pussy started to get me wet. Then a soft pat around my pussy, to my ass. He was makign sure I was shaved smooth. “Go” was all he said as I turned to head for my bedroom upstairs.

On my bed was a short red sequined dress, a red bra, and matching panties. No butt plug,. No insertable toys. This was a real date, date!

Our go-to dinner place on the Strip, the Peppermill, awaited us. When we walked out to the car, he held my hand, opened the doors, and had me walk alongside him like a real date. I love it when we do these dates.

I still addressed him as Sir and asked permission to leave the table or whatever I needed to do as normal, just a little more relaxed in formality and purpose.

The meal was wonderful, and the show was okay. He held my hand often and toasted our recent good news about his health and job.

Did I mention we kissed a lot? At dinner, I sat next to him, not across from him. he liked to pull me close and kiss me, small and occasionally big kisses. At the show, the same thing happened. During breaks, He leaned over to say that he loved having me in his life. That I was the best slave a man could have.

Now, a lot of this is pretty normal on our occasional dates, which are few and far between. I prefer that he goes out on romantic dates with his girlfriend. She is a prettier arm-charm than I am.

It’s not that he is always cold, firm, and demanding. He does show his love and affection towards me in many ways. A date night is meant for us to be real people, real lovers, and talk like normal couples do. Since I know how this ends, I may remember the intimate parts in too much detail.

At Home

On date nights, I have problems coming home. He likes to undress me as we enter the house. And he does it slowly as I want to undress for him and then undress Him. But he slaps my hands away and makes me stand there and “enjoy” it. I may fight it a little, but in my heart, I love the attention He gives me doing this.

He has me sit at the kitchen bar on a chair with him. He holds me in his hands and smiles, looking into my eyes and making me blush, fighting my natural desire to be kneeling on the floor at his side. We share a cocktail. Date nights are the only time I am allowed to drink alcohol.

Another kiss and a tweak of my nipples. A finger dipped into my pussy to see if I was wet; of course I was. I lick my juices from his finger. We kiss.

Here is where He takes off his clothes. He is already hard, and he takes my hand and puts it on his cock. I want to kneel and suck it, but he tells me, “NO.” I pout. He pulls on my nipples again to get my attention back on “us.”

He tells me to walk with him to the bedroom. Normally, as his slave, I would crawl on all fours behind him.

He makes me lay on the bed on my back. He gets on top of me, a leg on each side as he kisses me as I want to get His cock in my pussy, but can’t. A kiss and a bite to each nipple as he looks up at me. I think I am smiling or maybe trying not to let him know I am enjoying the tease.

He sits up and smiles down at me. His hard cock waving in front of me, teasing me. He leans forward, grabbing the headboard so I can at least lick and suck his balls, begging to have the real thing instead.

He pulls back. Moving down my body, pulling on my nipples as he moves between my legs. A finger rubbing on my clit, makign me moan. He tells me to open my pussy as he leans back on his heels to stare at my fingers holding open my gaping pussy that I am sure is flooding the sheets by now! He is still teasing my clit.

“Give me an orgasm,” He tells me. I can’t. I rub, pull; I get close; I can feel it, but I don’t feel the need after six months without one. He laughs. “Well trained.” I guess that was supposed to be a compliment.

He spreads my legs further. I’m not too fond of it when this happens. I am so self-conscious of how this must look compared to Miss Amy’s and others’ beauty. Yet, he likes to look at me spread out like this.

We battle words as He rolls onto the bed and tells me to ride him. I always argue I am too heavy to be on top. He tells me otherwise. He has to become the Master again and command me to get on top and slowly glide His cock into my sloppy pussy. I begin to ride it up and down as he slows me down and lets me enjoy the feeling. No rush to make him cum.

He likes to pull my nipples until my boobs are hanging over him, and he can bite the nipples. He is getting me to moan loudly as I start to move up and down faster. Of course, the moving up means he is pulling on my nipples with his teeth.

I now want to pull up, but I can’t without the fear of ripping off my nipples. He bites down hard, making sure my nipple is not leaving his mouth, no matter how hard I pull up. Did I mention I love the pain?

Finally, he lets go of my nipple; I sit up straight and feel the entire length of his majestic cock. Hitting all the right places and filling me up.

His hands are on my breasts. He is groping them but not holding them, letting me begin to ride his cock. It’s a rare treat when I can do this and be allowed to enjoy every minute of it.

No Orgasm

If there was a way to explain how much I enjoy being used for sex when I am not fighting an orgasm or even wanting to have one. It’s just pure sex and energy pleasing Him. Feeling His cock grow and build up. Knowing it’s all because of me that He is like this. I am pleasing Him 100% and enjoying every minute of it.

It makes no sense NOT to want an orgasm, but I now know it’s worth the work. I love how much better his cock feels inside me when I am not working to have a moment of pleasure for myself.

Finally, He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me off, shoving me back and pulling my mouth over His cock. Holding my head firmly, His hard cock covered with my juices is down my throat. My nose is against his pubic bone as I feel the building of his orgasm. “God, I love you like this,” were his words as I felt his cum, my reward, shoot out, filling my mouth.

“Swallowing is mandatory; breathing is optional,” he always told me. I gagged a little as I tried to swallow it all. That little blue pill helped keep him up and has helped produce more of my reward than I expected!

Finally, the last shots of his juices, and I sucked and licked his cock clean as it went soft. He pulled me off His cock and into His arms. Kissing me. He hugged me as we turned to spoon. His one hand on one of my boobs always makes me feel safe in his arms.

We fell asleep. Sometime later, He passed on. I feel good knowing that he did, smiling. He did not suffer and left me with a beautiful memory I will hold onto for the rest of my life.

Thank you for being here for me.

Love

Crystal