I would be lying if I said I wasn’t freaking out as New Year’s Eve got closer and closer. I was petrified. Thankfully, Master Kevin has always known the emotional and physical connection I have with my late Master and New Year’s Eve.

He also knows how much I have wanted Him to make our home HIS home. He is my Master, so it’s HIS home. To make it work for Him, do what makes him comfortable living there with me as His slave. (Now is not the time to sell or move for us.) New Year’s Eve Day.

On Tuesday, I was at work, dealing with a couple of the VIP’s I usually work with for special events. They aren’t whales, but they do spend an incredible amount of money at our casinos around the country.

I saw The Boss’s truck in the driveway and the garage door open when I came home. I entered, removed my clothes, and got on all fours. I crawled around the house to find the men. They were upstairs in the Master bedroom; I was shocked at what I saw, so much so that I started to cry. They were tears of joy.

Since my Master died, I have not slept in the Master bedroom because of the memories.

Master Kevin and The Boss took everything out, painted the walls a light blue, and changed the blinds into drapes. The dresser, the nightstands, and the pictures on the wall all reflected Him and His style. The wedding photo of my Master, with me kneeling at his feet, was in the middle of the dresser, surrounded by two candles.

He looked at me, kneeling at the entrance, crying. He gave me that smile he has. “Bitch, from now on, I am sleeping in here, and I guess I will let you sleep with me on the nights you behave.”

All I could do was crawl to his feet and kiss them. “Thank You, Master.” I then went over to The Boss and did the same, thanking him for helping.

Master Kevin smiled and told me to thank The Boss properly as he went downstairs to get a few things. The Boss was already on the bed, unbuckling His pants.

He told me that I had a long night ahead of me and that my Master was ready to step up His game. I swallowed His cock as He groped my boobs. I wasn’t thinking about what he said as I felt him take hold of my hair and force me around so that the back of my head was against the mattress. He started to face fuck me hard, choking me more than he usually does.

A little while later, He started to shoot his load down my throat, moaning, hanging on to my head, and not letting me get a breath of air until He began to go soft. I was wiping my drool off my mouth as he was getting dressed. He smiled, kissed my cheek, and wished me a happy New Year.

Master Keving entered the room with a couple of bottles of water and the heavy flogger. Master Kevin has never used the heavy flogger on me. I froze; he told me to ay across the top of the bed, feet on the ground, legs apart. Hands in front of me.

“Did I do something wrong?” He said no, we just need to get a few things straight. The first couple of swings were light; he wasn’t a bad aim, and I started to feel my skin warm as well as my pussy was wet. Then he moved down my back and started to focus on my ass.

Then I felt a shift and another noise. It was the wooden paddle.

The first strike to my already sore ass was firm and deliberate. I bit my lip. “Who am I?” was his question. My Master, Sir.” He struck my ass a second time, followed by a question. “Who are you?” I am his obedient slave.

This was the pattern: He asks a question, I answer it, and he spanks me.

Like my late Master would do every couple of months.

Who do I belong to? Him

What can he do to me? Anything he wants.

Who gets to fuck my holes? Anyone he allows.

Can I refuse? No.

After about four questions, the heat on my ass started to burn, and I began to beg for him to stop or at least slow down.

What is your limit? When it harms me

Is it my right to continue if I desire? Yes Sir

The final question made it official.

Whose bedroom is this? His

He stopped and stood behind me to let that question and my answer sink in.

“Good Bitch” as I heard his pants fall to the floor.

He grabbed my ass, removing my butt plug before shoving his cock into my pussy once for lubrication and then immediately into my ass. No waiting, no slow push. I felt his cock head on my tight hole, then a fast and hard push all the way.

The pain from the spanking was horrible until I felt his cock push past the ring muscle and not stop until he was all the way in me. The feeling of His body resting on my battered and bruised ass was worse than anything else he had done to me.

Without any warning, He continued to fuck my hole without pausing. I was moaning loudly from the enjoyment of being fucked hard in my ass as much as I was crying from the extreme pain.

In full-blown crying mode, I heard him whisper into my ear and tell me the only words that made sense at the moment. “This fuck is for my pleasure only, not yours. You better not cum, or you will get punished worse.”

Something about knowing I am not allowed to enjoy it or to have an orgasm turns me on so much. It makes me happy and humiliated. Never mind my pain; I am here only to be fucked and nothing else.

He finally stopped, held my hips tight, and started to cum inside me. “Oh bitch, that felt damn good.” was all he said as I felt his cock pulse. He held it there as I was choking for air. When he pulled out, he pulled me onto the floor and shoved his wet and dirty cock into my mouth.

When he was done using me, he pushed me away and told me to go to my bathroom and get cleaned up. I smiled as I crawled toward the door and down the stairs.

When I returned, he applied some aloe to my black and blue ass then we curled up together in bed. That is all I remember until he woke me up a few hours later to watch the countdown on the TV.

It is now officially His house, and I am His slave. And I am the happiest slave ever!

I hope everyone had a safe and wonderful new year.

2025 will be a wonderful new year, and I want you to be a part of it.

Thank you, and I Love you all for your support.

Bitch Slave.