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The Smallest I Ever Sucked

December 1, 2022 / slave / 2 Comments

Yes, The Rodeo is in Las Vegas. For the next ten days, Las Vegas goes country! And for me, I get to be used some more by some men from Texas!

For the last decade or so, I have been loaned to a group of old texas men as their maid and slut slave while they are here for the NFR Rodeo.

It started out with four old men, all over 60 years old. With them, I learned never to be fooled by age; the eldest man of the group was close to 70 and had a nice size cock. And let me tell you, He knew how to use it!!

Last year three of the men came. Actually, two were original; the other man was a son. This year, the man who started all this came along with His grandson. Plus, the father-son from last year. If that made any sense!

They come in for the ten-day rodeo. They have a four-bedroom condo near the Strip. Actually two, two bedroom condo is attached.

I am their maid, their sex slave, and the one who runs errands for them. I will cook them a couple of meals, do all their laundry, and clean the condo. Of course, I am naked all the time I am there.

Last night they arrived in town and so we all went out for dinner. The new grandson (Cliff) was thirty years old and looked that corporate look: Tall, lean, nice dress, well built, clean cut “Yes Mama” type. He was “Well married”.

Over dinner, the men were explaining to Cliff my role in their vacation. And how the wives/mothers back home know nothing of my service, and they emphasized that they never will know.

Cliff seemed a little taken aback to learn that GrandDad would step out on GrandMom like that. Especially with a woman “like me.” (heavy set). “GrandMam” was a very beautiful former college cheerleader. You know the type!

Back at the condo, the men were relaxing and talking, I was getting them settled in. Grandpa made sure that Grandson was part of the group and that he would certainly get some use out of the house slave.

Grandpa almost forced me on His son to the point i finally shut the bedroom door to let him relax and do what He wanted to do with me or not do.

I knelt at His feet as He started to sob. I started to reach for His belt buckle when He stopped me—telling me that I would not like what I found down there. Asking me to please not laugh at “it”. I assured Him I wanted to please Him, so not to worry.

As I opened His slacks, I saw pink frilly panties. I didn’t say a word as He let me take His pants off. That is when I saw He was also wearing a cage.

He told me He had a small cock. That women laugh at Him when they see it. After His wedding, His wife made him start to wear a cage so she would not have to deal with it. For the trip, instead of a lock, it had a numbered ziplock tie on it.

He told me that if I were still wanting to try to suck his cock, he would call his wife to get permission to take it off. I assured Him I would be able to give Him a worthy blowjob. That got Him to smile.

They did facetime, and he told her an abbreviated story of why he was calling her. Then He handed the phone to me. After seeing me, she told me she would trust me to remove it and wished me good luck on finding His cock and trying to suck it.

Then I promised my solemn vow to make sure he was locked before I left the condo. And that all i was going to do was give Him a blowjob. Nothing more.

With Him listening, She kept telling me it was not worth trying to suck it. And if I tried to fuck Him, that He’s not allowed, but if I tried, that I would never feel it. Enforcing the fact that His cock is “That Small and totally worthless.”

I have to say, She was very good at verbal humiliation.

He promised her He would be sure to have me lock him back up when I left. In the end, He thanked her for this “treat.”

As I clipped the plastic lock and started to open His cage, He thanked me. It’s been a few weeks since she let Him out of it for cleaning and a wasted orgasm. She has never tried to suck His cock and the last time they fucked was on their honeymoon seven years ago.

But that didn’t make sense to me. They had two children. That’s when He told me one was really His. The second one is another man’s, but he will raise her as His own.

She had packed five plastic locks for the time here. “Just in case” he needed to get out of it for any approved reasons. To make sure he was properly caged every day, He had to send her a pic of his cock in the cage and the number on the lock in the morning and in the evening.

I had to laugh when he told me He would never try to cheat and keep it off all the time. Like me, he told me He could never lie to her. The more we talked, the more He started to relax and to trust that I was there for His pleasure. I was not there to humiliate Him. Instead, I was there to serve Him.

Like me, He had no pubic hair anywhere. Very clean. As I placed m hand on His cock, I started to rub it to get it free it from its confines. But it never really grew., It was still almost immediately after I took the cage off.

But It never really grew. Maybe three inches at most. It was small, like I had never seen before. Mother nature was not nice to this nice man. The thing that got me was how big His sack was. I didn’t realize it could get that big from not being properly used.

When I took His cock in my mouth, I could actually reach part of His sack and lick that as I sucked His cock. Unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately. He did not last very long. Thirty seconds and he started to moan as he shot Hsi load in my throat.. His cock may have been small, but he had a lot of cum for me to swallow!

I feel sorry for these men. I mean, I know it’s a thing. To be submissive and to let your wife fuck around because you are not built adequately. But I hate to see them in a cage. It’s cruel. I know, I sound like an animal lover! But it’s true. Give the mean His freedom, and she should be there worshipping Him no matter how small.

As I licked His cock clean and put it back in His cage, I assured Him I would return and do it again. he smiled and asked if he could kiss me. Only on the cheek. He agreed, and it was a soft kiss.

I left Him to call His wife to tell her what happened and to show her He is back in His cage. I went out to see who was next!

I love my life!

They Came, She Learned, and They Left

November 28, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Finally, some time to myself and some time to unload and unwind from a very busy ten days!

Master Sir is currently out on a date with Miss Carol. He told me not to wait up for Him and for me to sleep in my room tonight. He would wake me if He needed to use me afterward.

My Week

My Brother and sister came to spend some time. My brother had an occasion to attend to. My sister came to see if I was brainwashed or if I really did live a happy life as a devoted slave.

My Brother surprised me by bringing His wife/Subby, along. We haven’t seen each other since the start of the Pandemic.

My sister was only here for a week, while my Brother was here for ten days. She stayed at a hotel, and He stayed at our house. His wife is beautiful and submissive, but, unfortunately, has had some serious health issues, so she is limited in how and when she can be the proper slave to her Master.

The first night they were here, we all went to dinner, then Master-Sir let me stay with the other two ladies in my sister’s hotel suite while He and my brother went out for a few drinks.

It was wonderful to order room service, sit around and giggle our heads off as we recounted stories of our submission and hear my sister gasp in disbelief at what we slaves/subbies do for our men.

Master-Sir allowed me a little more freedom in dressage when my sister would be here; I was allowed to wear lingerie. Panties and a matching bra. When she left the house, I was naked again. Otherwise, the remaining rules apply. i.e., Unless told otherwise, I was not allowed to sit on the furniture, and i was still only allowed to use my bathroom in the garage.

Even if she was limited in mobility, having my Brother’s subbie here was a pleasure. Always nice to have another female slave around the house to play with and serve the Masters.

Slave Sex

Although there was no slave sex when my sister was around, when we were alone, we slaves were well used by both men equally. Normally I would get a bit jealous when I would see another woman sucking my Master’s cock. But we are slaves, not real women. Plus, she enjoys being used like that almost as much as I do!

Several mornings, my Brother would leave early to attend his convention and would leave orders for me to pleasure His girl before being allowed to have breakfast. She was never allowed to repay the pleasure. 🙁

My sister got to see me cook dinner and clean the house as an almost naked slave. I also took her along when I cleaned my Boss’s apartment. She saw me take our pool guy to the back room for a blowjob, as well as a few friends who stopped over to use me for some sexual relief.

She realized that, for me, this was not really sex in the traditional sense. It was just an act of service and obedience to my Owner. Not to mention that I really do love being used like this. They come in the house, say hello to my Owner, talk a few minutes with Him, then fuck me and just leave.

After each episode, she and I would have a long talk about why, how, and emotions or feelings. We talked about what she was thinking and feeling.

She was also fascinated by my thoughts when Master had me stand in the corner one night while they all cooked a nice dinner, talked, and shared some fine wine. All the while, I stood obediently with my nose to the corner. I was not talking or being talked to.

She told me that at first, she was upset and angry at how I was there, but not allowed to participate. But with everything else she was seeing and learning, it started to make sense. I started to make sense to her.

She was amazed at how, other times, my Owner could sit there at the table and have a perfectly normal conversation with her and my Brother. Enjoy a delicious meal I cooked. He occasionally took food from His plate and hand-fed it to His kneeling slave. Just as you would a dog. (“bitch slave”).

She was struck by how normal it was for Him to be there, talking to them and feeding me without looking at me. Then, how would I thank Him for the honor of eating his scraps? Afterward, He would pat me on the head and tell me I was a “good girl,” The two words that I live for..

We Talked. A Lot!

Several nights I was allowed to stay with my sister in her hotel suite. Being alone allowed her to talk more freely and openly. The wine she drank helped that!.

It was more her talking/crying and me listening. Each talk got longer as she had more to say. More to expose and more to absorb.

The more she watched me, watched my Owner interact with His slave, she started to understand herself. Her “problem” with men. She realized the problem really was with her and not with them.

She talked mostly about David, the last man she dated. The one she thought was going to be it. The man she had waited for, she wanted. But he never understood her need to be completely equal.

She saw that when we were out with friends or just with her, Master-Sir held the door open for me, held my hand, and kissed me. He paid the bill, tipped the waitress, and drove. Master-Sir was showing His love for me.

But when with friends who are allowed to use me, I take care of the driving, opening the doors and paying the check, and tipping the waitress. Thats when I was their slave, and how I loved every minute of it.

My sister started to realize she had followed the girls she thought had it all together in school, in college, and in adult life. She was being lied to. She was never free to explore what she really wanted or had dreamed about.

Yet she wanted to be accepted by others, so she stayed on the feminist path and remained popular with her college friends.

Since I was not on anyone’s “most popular” list, I was never part of that crowd and never expected to follow someone else’s thinking. Ok, we did have a little disagreement about my first crush, Mark. I did everything for Him. I obeyed him without understanding why. Now I understand why.

Mark was the boy who taught me how to suck cock at 11, then He took my anal virginity at 14, then finally my pussy virginity at 16. He was the best male friend I had. I did it all because He wanted me to.

Through it all, she let me know that she was still bothered by my Brother using me for sex. She didn’t like it, but she accepted it.

With each passing day, she started to understand how I viewed the world, not as a normal woman but as a very happy and very loved slave. As I say, being a slave is more mental than it is physical.

Saying Goodbye

One of her last words to be at the airport, as we said our goodbyes with tears in our eyes, was that she now hoped she could go back and maybe be allowed to talk with David about what she had learned about herself. She wanted to be as happy and as loved as I am.

She left on Wednesday. My Brother and His wife/subbie stayed for Thanksgiving, then left on Saturday morning. That is another story!

I hope my American friends and followers had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their families and cherished friends.

Love

Their Date

November 12, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir and Miss Carol went out to dinner and a show on Tuesday. Master-Sir had me set it all up, including sending her some beautiful flowers the day before.

It wasn’t until Friday that she made it down to my office and “wanted to talk . Alone”. So back to the conference room we went to!

She told me that my “husband” was very much a gentleman. Well, He was until after the show and back to her place. I didn’t want to tell her I already knew the details. i wanted to hear her side of it and see her reaction to it all.

She was first curious about just what kind of relationship we have. So I explained the best I could without telling her the Master/slave part.

I know I am not a beautiful woman, and I thank my lucky stars every night for having this man in my life. I made it my life goal to make sure he is happy no matter what.

“You let your well-built, very handsome man go out with another woman. You make the reservations and send the flowers. You do this so that He can go out with another woman? Then you tell me He wants to have sex with me. You tell me all of this so calmly, as if we were exchanging favorite recipes. ”

My response was a simple “Yes.”

She was teasing me, but I think it was more to see my response as she started to tell me about their date. Something I already knew all about!

After the show, it was back at her place. She slipped into something a little more comfortable. He helped her take off her dress. She undid her bra but kept on the panties and put on some gym shorts. They did not have sex (her period).

Instead, they sat and talked while He massaged her breasts and ran His hands thru her hair. His fetish! She said she was in heaven as He did that. So it was natural for her to take His cock out and suck it. She agreed. He has a very nice cock!

She explained how He told her that he had indeed fucked me in the ass while talking about her late at night. So I told her that when He came home from the date, He did the same thing. And I liked that. Telling her that my ass is tight, but my pussy is not. So he prefers my ass.

I know too much information. But at that point, we were talking like two sex-starved wenches!

When I was allowed to talk, I did ask her what perfume she uses, or maybe it’s her shampoo, but when I was sucking His cock, I smelled something flowery. She laughed as she blushed.

Yes, I know. I told her I knew from his smell that she sucked His cock. He then came home and fucked my ass while talking about her. She said it was probably her shampoo.

Then she sat there with a blank look as she tried to think. “If He left me, came home, and immediately fucked you in the ass….. Then you were sucking His cock and smelled me?” She paused as she pictured it in her mind. “EEeww, now that’s just a little too kinky for me.”

It’s been too long since I have had such an open and wonderful conversation with a woman that wants to have sex with my Owner. I was happy we were talking like this.

She smiled at me. In her mind, she said that “I’m the other woman in a cuckquean marriage. Wow. Making you the cuck. Aren’t you?”

I never answered that question. Making my “man” happy is what I do. I am not the most beautiful woman, but He makes me feel like I am the queen of the world. I get to live a very full and, yes, very kinky life. I fulfill His fantasies, which include Him dating and having some hot sex with other women while I stay home. It’s what I want.

I made sure she knew that I was not the jealous kind. I am not a wife who will make problems. I am the wife, and I hate that word; I am the one who will do what I need to do to make Him smile. In making her happy, I am making Him happy. And that makes me happy.

So Yes, I will be making their reservations. I will be buying her gifts for Him to give to her if they continue to date, and I wish she would continue going down that road with Him.

I made it very clear to her that when it comes time for sex, i want them to have as much hot passionate sex as she can handle. Because the more He has sex with her, the harder He will use me.

What was interesting is how much information she wanted to know about being that wife that sits at home while He goes out with another woman. I could not really explain that. There are no words that would make sense. Besides, that is more for Master-Sir to answer

In life, we are taught to be jealous if our man wants to have sex with another woman. But for me, since I am His slave, I am not allowed to tell her that part yet. For me, there is satisfaction in knowing a sexy woman is having a wonderful time with Him. Sex or no sex, His happiness beyond my control is what I live for.

Master-Sir coming home, coming in the living room from the garage, and ordering me on the floor with my ass up. As he removes His pants, I see His hard cock,. I am smiling, knowing I am about to get fucked hard because of her.

In this instance, He was rock hard from something she could not give Him because her monthly friend came, so He came immediately came home and used my ass instead.

As He fucked me hard and with very little lube, my pussy was dripping as He told me about the night. About her soft yet firm breasts and how He tweaked her nipples as she moaned as she was sucking His magnificent cock.

He came hard and filled my ass with His reward. Then immediately pulled out and shoved His wet cock into my mouth so I could hungrily suck and lick Him clean as He finished His story. Telling me that I would need to talk to her about their next date. He hinted that maybe that might be the night she learns about the real me.

In my office, She showed me the text messages they sent each other this past week. They are explicit and hot, as well as informative and educational. Mentioning family, relationships, favorite places to go, favorite sexual positions, and strangest places they had sex. Hers was outside, on the edge of the Grand Canyon under the stars. (pretty tame).

In the end, she told me she would send me all the information I needed to know about her to help me plan their dates. I asked her to include her favorite colors, dislikes, and favorite magazines she likes to read. If any. She also needed to include her shampoo, creme rinse, and other beauty products she uses on a daily basis.

She smiled and told me I would get it all by the end of the day. I think she is actually getting into having me help her get laid. To be honest. I enjoy being her sexual surrogate!

I am really hoping for them to have sex soon and for me to be there for them. Being cleanup was never my favorite assignment until The Pretty Brunette taught me how to enjoy the role. Now I have found that I miss being the clean-up slave.

After sh left, I returned to my first thoughts. Back to worrying about the upcoming visit of my Brother and my sister…

Miss Carol Asks a Favor

November 6, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Remember me talking about how horny my Owner got thinking about the ass of a lady I work with named Carol? Well, she works in the same resort as I do, not in the same office. I am now to address her as Miss Carol in my writings.

I have seen her a few more times since that meeting with Master Chase. She is one busy girl, and I have found that the men in the other offices like to talk about her attributes. Especially her supposedly tight ass.

Master Chase told me she even asked Him about my Owner. Asked about how our marriage was going. Hinting at maybe something stronger. Master-Sir has said she has been in a few meetings with Him lately and she has started to sit closer to Him and talk more. So He asked her out to dinner.

Yesterday she stopped by my office and asked to talk privately. So we went into the conference room. It’s my habit to undress when I enter there. I almost did just by habit! But I didn’t. I did call her Miss Carol, and she seemed to like the title.

She started with an air of secrecy, as if she were about to reveal a secret. I’m guessing she is used to married men hitting on her all the time while forgetting to tell the wife.

Looking me in the eyes, she came right to the point and told me that my “Husband” had asked her out on a date. I smiled and told her He had been talking about doing that and that I hoped she would accept.. Letting her know, “He likes your smile and your ass”.

My reply took her by surprise. I’m thinking she was expecting a shocking reply! I told her He could date whomever He wanted, and that was ok with me. She smiled and asked if I do the same. I replied that I “let” Him play. He is a wonderful man who deserves His ladies to be pretty like her on His arm.

I had to add that my “Husband” is a private man and likes to keep our private lives as private as possible. So, her secret is safe with me as well as Him. If she dates Him, it won’t be a public thing unless she wants it to be. And that we hoped she would do the same with us. Just don’t be surprised at what you find behind the curtain.

She called m,e later with an update at about the same time as I got a text from Him. He sent me a text telling me He was taking her to dinner. I wished Him/Her the best of luck and for Master-Sir, I would be waiting in my bedroom for Him.

That night, I got a text from Master-Sir telling me to be in the living room, naked and on the floor. He came home,e. found me, got naked, and fucked me while He told me about their dinner and how beautiful she was. 32 D, I’m not sure if she was bluffing, i guessed maybe 34, or 36. Not 32. D’s for sure.

He told me they talked about her ass and how it’s one of her best features, the one she gets a lot of compliments on. She has had anal sex, but she is not a fan of it (yet). He explained how we had sex while thinking of her. Explaining that we have a unique sex life. Very open and kinky. (yes, we do!)

They had already planned their next date for this Tuesday. I am to make their reservations for dinner and a show. Probably Absinthe. A great sex-filled show. Think Monty Python meets a Cirq show. I’m expecting (and hoping) for Him to come home with the taste of her pussy on His cock for me to lick.

My Sister. An Update

November 3, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, two posts in the same week!! This one i feel, was needed to help understand what’s going on between me and my siblings. See last post here

In the case of my brother, His beautiful wife is unable to travel due to medical issues. My Brother’s wife is having serious medical issues and is pretty much landlocked. Not able to travel very far.

She is a wonderful woman, a very beautiful woman who is so good for Him. I know how she has expressed her frustrations on being unable to travel and unable to always be the perfect submissive for her husband/Master. She struggles with the fact that she is limited in how she can serve Him.

We talk often, and she is at least happy to know He will be cared for while He is here. I have a computer set up in his bedroom with a webcam so they can chat.

Now, on to the big issue. My sister knows I am a slave. The way she found out was not right and I had bad feelings toward her about it. Angry feelings are more the term.

The good news in all of this is that we have had some wonderful conversations like never before. She understands my frustrations and my feelings about it all. She has begged my forgiveness like I have never seen her do ever before!

In her discussions, she expressed her frustrations, then her eagerness to dig deeper into the new world she has found. Then the excitement and the fear of discovering that her older sister is deep into being a willing slave for a man.

Her feelings as a feminist raged to the top and boiled over as she was also trying to force those thoughts out. To stop looking at everything through the eyes of a modern feminist.

I can now say that I understand how and why she did what she did. She was in panic mode with all these emotions hitting her at the same time.

To think you thought all these years, you were doing what you were supposed to be doing as a “modern” beautiful woman. When in your heart, you just had that feeling that something was wrong in all of this.

She was married twice and has three kids now in college. Being now a single woman on the loose, she is free to explore herself.

I have tears in my eyes as I think about all that we have recently talked about and shared with each other. She and I have not talked this much or this deeply since high school. I have learned a lot about her, and she, obviously, has learned a lot about me.

Her interest in submission will be tested when she comes here. She first feared seeing me naked and in slave mode. But like I said recently, Master-Sir now has me dressed in lingerie when I am home.

She wants to visit but not stay here, and likes that I will be covered. Master-Sir has told me, at my request, that how I dress and how I serve people in this house will not change while she is here.

She laughed when I told her that when she first entered the house, I was to address all females as “Ma’am,” “Madam,” or “Mistress”. As in “Yes, Mam” or “May I serve you another cup of coffee, Misstress”. She will need to tell me if she wants me to call her something else.

The other issue is maybe getting used to calling her sister a bitch slave! She can work that out with my Owner. He will decide if she can call me by my real name or not.

To be honest, I am glad to know that she knows. I feel that she will be true to her word and not let anyone else in the family know. She sounds happy and excited to come here and to learn. And that’s what I am happy about as well.

I love my sister and want the best for her.

My Brother Plus One

October 29, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

I’m not even sure how to start this. I guess, looking at it all, I will say that I was ambushed. That is the easiest way to explain it, and now I’m not sure how to handle it.

A few months back, my wonderful Brother made plans to come out here for a convention and a vacation. I love to see and serve my Brother (He knows). He and my Owner are like two best buddies, and He stays with us.

My younger sister (clueless to my submission) has, for whatever reason, been bothering Him recently to take her along on His trips out here. She has never been here and never wanted to come here (Las Vegas). So we all agreed (with conditions) she should come for a visit. I would love to have some alone time with my older sis!

Up until now, she was a staunch feminist and viewed Vegas as a place that uses and abuses women. (??)

In between all these wonderful talks about His/her trip out here, I was chatting on Fetlife with an ex-feminist who fell down the rabbit hole of Fetlife and discovered she might actually have a submissive side. That realization led her to me and this blog.

She was reading my blog, and we were having some really nice chats about certain posts she liked or hated. Then she got to the point in my blog where I was talking about my Brother discovering who I really am. The fact that He now gets to use me as He wants.

That didn’t sit well with her. She started to get mad at that idea. Incest, abuse, blah, blah, blah… Then she used His name in a comment. The problem was that I never mentioned His real name. Ever!

She had outed herself. She, of course, apologized. But I’m not sure it was real or an honest apology.. I’m not sure she wants to come out here for friendly, family reasons or to cause family troubles.

My Owner thinks she has good intentions, but wasn’t sure how to approach me about them. Maybe this is her way of seeing it all for real. To learn from a family member or at least see it in real life and get her questions answered by someone she can trust.

For me, I feel so violated. Or at least used and certainly not in the way that I like to be used.

My Owner says He would support me if I asked her not to visit. As would my Brother. They would both still come to Las Vegas, but she would stay in a hotel..

I don’t mind family knowing about us. But to be outed/used like that. It’s just not right.

Looking back on our discussions, I seem to see the logic in my Owner’s thoughts. She is sincere; she just didn’t know how to approach the topic. Especially after all the years, she talked about the feminist’s way being “the only way” a woman should live..

Did she finally see the light and wants to learn what she has missed all these years? I guess I will find out in 10 days.

He cares for His slave

October 20, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

How did I ever get this lucky? I have the best Master a slave could ever ask for. I am so serious about that.

My doctor, who knows of our relationship, had me spend a nite in the hospital for some tests. Nothing serious; she just wanted to make sure all my female parts were operating as they should!

Of course, it had to be right after my last punishment so my marks were there. Thankfully my Dr was in the hospital with another patient when the intake nurse saw my ass and alerted another nurse. The red flags went off and we knew what that meant.

Master-Sir and I are used to it. They want to separate us and talk to us. To make sure I am not abused or that He is an abuser. Thankfully I called for my Doctor, and she came back to clear it all up for us. No reports were filed, no hospital files and no police were called. I am not abused. I was just properly punished.

Master-Sir stayed with me as long as He could. Then the following morning, He was right by my side the moment they allowed visitors in. Never leaving me alone for a minute!

I knew He had work to do and appointments to make, I begged Him not to spend all His time there. He moved what he could to another day, and others He did remotely from the hospital, so he was there with me. <smiles>.

That night, after He left, the evening nurses came around to ask about “you know” <smiles>. They were curious about how I got the marks. They wanted the entire story. That was followed by the usual why/what/when/how?? “Thats Kinky” was a common response to my answers.

When my Owner arrived in the morning, most of the staff that was still there from the night before gave Him a smile with a firm “Good Morning, Sir” as He entered. He smiled but was curious about the greetings. He even had an offer for a “punishment” session with one of the nurses!!

All I wanted to do was get home, get naked and serve my Master His breakfast. He told me to follow the Doctors orders and take it easy for the day. He meant it! I hated it, but I loved it. Spending the day doing nothing with my Owner at my side.

He insisted i sit while He got the drinks and ordered the meals from GrubHub. I didn’t even know we had a Grub Hub account!

At least He allowed me to worship His cock while we relaxed on the couch and watched silly movies.

Everything is good. I am still a healthy slave able to serve to my full capacity!

Finally, I wanted to thank my nurses from the night shift. You are all the best of the best!! Happy reading!!

He is Master, I am Slave

October 6, 2022 / slave / 1 Comment

Dear readers, friends, and supporters. I really do appreciate all the love and virtual hugs you have sent my way after my last post about a severe punishment I received for not properly putting away some items I left on the counter.

I am fine. I can honestly say it wasn’t easy walking or sitting for the next couple of days, and He kept fucking me doggie style Just so that I felt the pain again while He was getting pleasure. It made me remember that I had failed Him; I failed in my duties.

Yes, it was a simple error. An error that I am sure most Owners would have overlooked. He is not like Most Owners!

I am His slave; He is my Master. We made an agreement years ago. I always wanted to be His Slave. Nothing else. As His seasoned and well-trained slave, There are NO excuses for failing in the smallest of ways.

In my pledge to be His unquestioned slave, He made a promise to me to be That Demanding, loving, and protective Master. And I love that He keeps me to that pledge. He is keeping His pledge to punish me ANY time that I fail His orders. No matter how small.

It is what we agreed to and part of how we live our lives. There is no question the punishment was painful. But it had to be for me to remember to be more aware of what I am doing.

It was also just one small part of our daily life. There are so many more positive, wonderful moments of my service to Him. It can’t all be rainbows and orgasms, now can it??

Please look at it like that. It was a small part of our very loving life as Master and slave.

With life as busy as it is now, I don’t have a lot of time to write. I wish I had more time. So when I do write, i want it to be something worthy pf reading and something real about my life, and our relationship. To be open and honest with you all.

That punishment was something that had not happened in a long time. SO I needed to write about it to help me process what happened and digest how I feel about it.

For some readers, it wasn’t easy to read. It was me showing the dark side of being an Owned slave. Reminding us all that a good Master will always keep a good slave in her place.

Punishments seem to be the place where most Master/slave relationships fail. They want love and obedience, but they fear punishment. Please, no matter what side of the paddle you are on, never fear the punishment. There is a reason for it,

Trust me when I say that it serves a larger purpose in strengthening your relationship and bonding with each other.

I am a Loved Slave, and I love being That Slave!

She is Owned