It’s been over a decade since this happened, but it answers some of the questions I receive.

Master-Sir was getting very serious with a beautiful lady from California. She started visiting here a couple of days a month, and Master would see her for a weekend or two.

When they first met, she was in town for a business convention. They started dating as she came to town for other meetings and events. Soon, he invited her to stay at our place when she was here.

At first, she was not sure what to think about me. She started slow. Enjoying having me lick her pussy clean after they had sex. Washing her lingerie by hand and fixing her favorite meals. But never talked much to me. She would speak to my Master about His slave.

Soon, I was relegated to my bedroom at night and only needed after they had sex. Then only to bring them water and lick her pussy clean before being ordered to crawl out of the bedroom and leave Him to her.

As time passed, she started taking over more of the house. My things were moved out of the Master Bedroom, and she moved many of her things in. I could deal with that; I was the house slave and knew it was up to the master where I slept, and he seemed not to have a problem with me not being in the Master Bedroom.

It was after I noticed there were no pictures of us displayed in the house. Even our wedding photo had been hidden away. Master made her put the wedding photo back in the bedroom.

I would talk privately with Master about my feelings and issues. He thought (hoped) that maybe, with time, this would blow over as everyone settled into their new roles in the household; after all, I was not just HIS slave, but it had been made clear months earlier that my actual title had been for a long time, the house slave. (there is more to that story, but that is the basis of it.)

The Morning It All Changed

One morning, I came in to do my morning routine: serve them coffee and drink Master’s morning stream. She seemed more irritable than on most other mornings. As he got up to shower, she pulled the sheets back on her side, spread her legs, looked at me, and told my Master that maybe it was time for me to offer her the same services.

She had made that comment several times before, just never in this demanding way, and Master never allowed it to happen.

He explained that it was a ritual between Master and slave—nobody else. She did not like that answer, so she ordered me to leave the room and start breakfast.

I learned later that Master and she had been having more serious discussions about their relationship, and I was the focus of the conversation.

As I turned to leave, I noticed our wedding photo was gone again. It was too much. Instead of going to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, shut the door, and buried my head in the pillows. Then, I began to cry like never before.

She tried to open my door, but I screamed at her to leave. She then commented on how happy she would be when I was gone. My scream brought Master out of the shower and into my room. He was not pleased with my behavior toward his girlfriend and threatened to punish me for it until I told him why.

He told me to stay in the bedroom, then went downstairs and asked her to leave us alone for the day. He then called my boss to say I would not be in today.

He returned with fresh coffee for two and a couple of warm bagels. We curled up in my bed, and he let me unload all my feelings, fears, and thoughts on him. As we often do, we talked for several hours. I cried a lot, and he hugged me a lot.

I knew His girlfriend had plans for the future with him that did not include me. So where would that leave me? And in the bigger picture, it may not be her; it may just be that one day, he gets tired of having this fluffy old slave to deal with. Then what?

Protecting His Property

Master Sir continued to tell me he would never leave me. Even when he was at his worst with his girlfriend, he repeatedly told her we were a package deal. I went where he went.

However, Master-Sir understood what I feared and knew His words would not help calm me.

I knew I was on the house deed, our joint checking account, and his insurance policies. But then, he went above and beyond. He opened a separate bank account just for me.

He initially set aside enough to support me for six months, but he generously provided much more. He also put the car I use for work in my name. This gave me peace of mind, knowing I would be financially secure, even if things with us didn’t work out.

He also arranged for a ‘safe-haven’ with a dominant friend of ours who we both trusted. I knew I could go there without explanation anytime, for any reason, no questions asked.

If there ever came a time he no longer wanted me in his life, I at least had some means of support.

BTW: She later confessed that she’d hoped he’d move with her to Colorado without me. But when he reminded her that Master and slave were a team, she moved on.

Please don’t forget that I appreciate all your love and support.

Thank you from the bottom of my slave heart.

Love,

Bitch Slave

I was asked a question on Fetlife about my age and my desire to serve my Master versus my desire to be used for sex.

Do you feel like age has made you more sexually active or do you find more peace now in things like serving your master rather than focusing on your own needs being fulfilled?

Can I say “Both”?

As I have aged, my Libido has skyrocketed as my Master was not able to keep up as His sex drive slowly decreased.

So now you think that as a slave, why should my sex drive be his concern? As my Master, he decides if, when, and who gets to use me. Since I obey Him, He could just say, “Too Bad.” no more sex for you, and I would have been able to deal with it.

But that wasn’t my Master. He knew my desire to serve him included all things sexual. Being used for sex is part of my duty to Him. A part I genuinely enjoy. But it wasn’t the main point of our relationship.

So, offering others to use me for their sexual pleasures fed into my need to serve as much as it fed into his desire to find ways to use me. You put a cock in my face. I’m going to suck it. It’s just automatic.

Having a man fuck one of my holes until he cums and leaves afterward is what I crave. I want to know I served a purpose and made him feel relieved and happy using my holes.

Men will understand what I am about to say. It’s like going into a bathroom, standing before the urinal, unzipping, peeing, getting done, zipping back up, and leaving. That’s it—the task is done, and you go on with your life. Being used like that turns me on.

My Master enjoyed the feedback he received from his friends when they used me. He enjoyed knowing I was being used, degraded, and humiliated, and he knew I enjoyed the experience.

As much as I loved being used for sex, I would have the same desire to serve if I was not allowed to have sex. I woudl still be that happy slave, doing what I do best. Serving. Cleaning the kitchen, makign dinner for all the boys. Licking out His cum from His girlfriend’s pussy. It’s part of my need to serve the man I love, respect, and cherish.

FYI: Master Kevin enjoys seeing me on my hands and knees, cleaning the kitchen floor with a bucket. He stops me, fucks me, gets up, and orders me to bring him a beer as he walks away. I smile and say, “Yes, Sir.”

Yes, I am THAT fucked up.

When Master would tell me to give someone a blowjob or a friend of his walks up to me, takes my hand, and walks me into the guest bedroom, not saying a word, then fucks me and leaves, I’m happy because he is happy. Some people may think I just lay there, thinking about the grocery list while he humps me and unloads.

That’s not me!

Once I know I am about to be used for sex, I get excited, I get wet. Once you start using one of my holes, I will make noises! Sometimes, that scares the man because he is not used to having such positive feedback. As well, I can not fake an orgasm or even hide one. Only a ball gag can silence me. Or a mouth full of cock!

My Needs?

My needs are simple. Use me. I’m not a pretty princess; I don’t want to be that woman you swoon over or make special arrangements for. I am not there to be shown off as something beautiful and precious. I am here for my Master to use me in ways that make Him happy. To serve Him is what fulfills me.

“What do you need me to do, Sir?” That’s what fills them with joy.

I hope I answered the question!

Love,
Bitch Slave

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.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday.

Master Kevin had a surprise pop-up. Through a series of events, he received a friend request in his feed from an old high school friend who was also one of my worst bullies. We learned that this friend had lived in Las Vegas for almost ten years and wanted to meet for dinner.

Russell Wentworth. He was my dreamboat of a man if he weren’t so much of a bully to me and a few others. Of all the bullies in high school, he seemed like the pack’s leader.

They bullied the people like me who didn’t fit in. For me, it was my weight and my big boobs. For my best friend Mark, it was his weight, glasses, and never-ending pimples.

I never knew how he had the time or the energy to devise new ways to tease and harass us so much. He was always busy with sports. He wasn’t like the quarterback or anything significant like that. But he was always the first string in some sports all year.

Master Kevin was my protector in school. He kept most of the bullies at bay. But Russell made friends with him, leaving me out in the open.

Dinner with the Bully

We met him for dinner one night after the rodeo at our favorite restaurant. The man still made my panties wet, and my blood boil. He was older like we all are, but just as handsome as he always was and very much a gentleman. He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

They caught up on life over dinner. I was asked a few questions, but like a good slave, I kept in the background.

When Master Kevin went to use the men’s room, Russell fiddled with his drink for a minute, gave me a strange look, and slowly started talking.

He told me that he needed to get something off his chest.

He needed to apologize for all the bullying and tension he caused in school, much of it due to a youthful crowd mentality. Boys will be boys, he told me, but the reason was not being used as an excuse.

He was young, stupid, and told me that he got a high from the power he fed off from the others who followed him. Being too young to understand what it was doing to the people he was tormenting, he just kept doing it.

Looking back, he realized he would occasionally have a guilt complex afterward, but he needed to look cool to his friends, so he kept it up.

With the look in his eyes, I could tell this was coming from his heart. He told me that later in life, he had some negative feelings about it and wondered occasionally what I was doing or if I was carrying any pain from it. It was not enough to reach out to find me, but he still had that bothersome feeling when he thought about his time in high school.

By the time Master Kevin returned, I was in tears, and Russell was red in the face, holding my hand, asking for my forgiveness. Or at least an understanding of how he has regrets now for what he did back then.

Master Kevin was initially lost in what he returned to, but we stopped long enough to explain. Russell told my brother that he was probably the leading cause of any problems I had in school and that he knew my brother probably looked the other way too many times to maintain their friendship.

This was the first time I had ever met one of my tormentors face to face. My mind was not sure how to handle this.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I have never forgiven anyone from my past. More or less, I let it go, not try to think about it. Writing this journal and reading what I have written in the past, I guess, is still on my mind and shapes who I am even today. I also realize I talk about it a lot here. Talking about it helps wash it away.

But to have the main character in my tormenting ask me for forgiveness? Maybe I need to finally forgive them mentally. Stop bringing it up. Let them have their peace. They have to live with their actions, I don’t.

I told him I forgave him and that I needed to do the same for myself. I need to move past all this old hurt and work on our friendship since we now all live in the same city, and my Master’s friendships are important to me.

So now it’s up to Master Keving to tell me how much of our lives he will be told and when.

Thanks for reading.
Could you please leave me your thoughts?

Love you all,
Bitch Slave

It’s Sunday, one day after the NFR finished up. And what a wonderful ten days it was. But it didn’t seem like ten days. Maybe as life settles back down, it will hit me, and I will be allowed to crash for a day.

Still Tasting Yummy.

What I do know is it’s going to take a while for my back door to recover! He did it. It took a while to get it in, and it hurt like hell, but I wanted it as much as he did, and Master was making sure I kept the men pleasured. Let’s say Bob was an animal! Of the four men, he used me the most.

The first night I went there, I hoped they would have left for the arena by then so I could get some work done. When I walked in, I found Bob alone, getting dressed. Apparently, he did Vegas a little too much, spent the day nursing a headache, and was now feeling human again.

The apartment was a complete mess. Clothes, bags, food trays, and empty beer bottles were scattered throughout. Towels were piled up in a corner of the bathroom. Bob just smiled. “Got your work cut out for you. Good luck, sweetie.”

I told him this was nothing. I will have it done in thirty minutes, as I was getting naked. He stood in the doorway to his bedroom. “Are we really allowed to call you Bitch Slave? And demand a blowjob?”

I smile when I get that question. “Sir, yes, you can call me what you want. However, I respond best when I am called what I am, Bitch slave. I’m here for you to use me as you need to. “

He smiled as he started to sit back down on the bed. “It’s what I am: a slave. You have been given permission to use me however you want. I am here to serve you. I know it isn’t easy; men have been trained to be polite to women at all times. Not all women want that. I don’t. I want to be used; you don’t have to ask; tell me what you want me to do. Sucking your cock is my pleasure.” How true, I wanted that cock in every hole of my body!

He smiled, opened his jeans, and told me he had thirty minutes to get to the shuttle. ”Get in here bitch, and start sucking.” I hurried to kneel between those legs and finish getting his pants off to see that wonderful cock.

“Thank you, Sir.” Like last time, it wasn’t easy. He was thick, and he was hard. I felt his hand on my head as he pushed my mouth onto His cock, and my mouth just opened up. Filling my mouth, I had no room to get air. I was gasping for air, but he held me still, started to push, and I began to choke. After some choking, He let up for me to get some air.

He told me, like others, I was the first woman to take him all in one try. It wasn’t easy, but I always enjoyed the challenge. His other hand found my boobs as He let me go up and down on his cock, slowly.

I snuck a finger down to my pussy and found it dripping. He told me to lick his cock, and suck his balls. I whined as I let him out of my mouth and did as commanded. My tongue enjoyed the long lick from his well-groomed ball sack. I took each one in my mouth and sucked it clean, then worked my way to the top, where I found a good amount of pre-cum slipping down the crown.

He enjoyed the change; I would suck his cock, long and slow, then go back to worshipping his balls. I didn’t realize, as I sucked his balls, he was masturbating. I was in too much, enjoying the feeling of his hand on my head and my mouth on his cock and balls, hearing him moan in ecstasy.

When i saw this, I stopped and asked him to please let me. This is my job, not his. I am here for him to relax and enjoy. He smiled as he removed his hand. “Go for it Bitch.”

It didn’t matter, I took his cock back in my mouth, and he forced my head to the bottom as I felt the pulsing. He shot his load straight down my throat. No room for me to taste it as I started to gag and forced some of the cum and slime out as I gasped for air. I heard him laughing at the mess I was making.

I finished swallowing, licking up the mess I made, and apologizing. “No worry Bitch. I never had that happen. You truly are an amazing cock sucker.” “thank you, Sir.” I looked for his pants and helped him get dressed back.

He took one more pull on my nipples, smiled, and zipped up. “Next time. I want your ass.” I smiled. “Yes, Sir, I’m looking forward to it.” As he was out the door.

Good to my word, thirty minutes later, the apartment was clean. I just had to wait for the laundry, and I could go home to my Master.

The other couple of times I went there, they were all there and mainly used me for cleaning and for blowjobs.

Jason wanted to live out a kinky fantasy he saw in a video one time. In the video, the man was sitting at the table, eating breakfast while reading the paper. The slave was underneath, focused on sucking his cock. The man was unfazed by the blowjob. (simple fantasies of a vanilla, married man!)

The other three men were also at the table, and they made him read the article out loud as I was doing my job underneath. He could not finish more than two sentences before stopping to moan or take a deep breath.

They upped the challenge after he failed the reading part. Could he keep his hands flat on the table until he came? He tried but gave up just shortly before he sat back, stiffened his back, and shot his load into my cum hungry mouth. I smiled as much as I could as I started to swallow his cum. Afterward, I let it stay in my mouth until soft. I zipped his pants back up and moved on to the next cock.

I gave each of them a blowjob as they tried the same thing, and all three failed. Nobody could stay still or read long enough for them to cum in my mouth. Four cocks sucked, and four men were pleased with my effort.

With them and my day job, I was pretty well used up when I got home each night. But Master was fair and firm. He understood. He ordered out a couple of the nights. But I was still made to kneel at his side and take his scraps as my meal while he talked to some old school friend on the phone he realized lived out here. Ignoring me.

Thank you for reading.

Please leave me your thoughts and comments.

Love,
Bitch slave

It’s beginning to look a lot like cowboys everywhere we look! The first week of December, Las Vegas turns into Cowboy Central (yum). For ten days, it’s The National Finals Rodeo (NFR).

During those ten days, Master would offer me up as a domestic slave and sexual cumdump for a group of four elderly cowboys from Texas.

They owned a timeshare here and used me for housekeeping tasks. I would typically spend a few hours every other day cleaning the unit and doing their laundry while they had full access to my holes.

Don’t let age fool you. They may have been old, but with the little blue pill as a helper, they could occasionally get their nice cocks up and stay up for a while. Maybe not every time and not always stiff, but they always gave it their best!

When it didn’t work, I would occasionally spend some time just worshiping their cocks while they finger fucked me. They were masters at teasing and tormenting.

Only one made it up in the last couple of years, and he started bringing his oldest grandson, Jason, with him. Jason was a cowboy by Proxie. His boss had a horse in one of the competitions here. The NFR allowed him to pretend he was a cowboy while trying to impress his boss. When not kissing his boss’s ass, he was partying with his grandfather.

This Year, Jason called to say it would just be him. Grandfather was in hospice. He asked Master Kevin if he would be ok if three of his best friends came along.

Master said they needed to meet first and see how everyone got along. After that, he would decide how they could use me. Cumdump and domestic slave or just domestic slave and what the limits woudl be.

That first night, Master Kevin and I were introduced to four young studs. The oldest of them was thirty-five. Two were married. We were told that all were successful in the tech businesses and had been “friends since birth.”

They treated us to a wonderful steak dinner at one of the best steak houses in Las Vegas, at the Southpoint resort. This is where most of the other real cowboys were staying and playing.

Being good Texans, they were warm and friendly as they shared stories of growing up together—dating, getting into trouble in school, and their sexual escapades, solo and together.

They also wanted all the info on the kinky places here in Las Vegas. Because we all know Las Vegas is a hotbed of sexual promiscuity. Right? Sorry, that urban myth is a mirage, especially since the lockdown. I am their only sure thing.

Coming into the condo, I immediately got naked, folded my clothes, and knelt in the middle of the living room without looking at them. That first time I get naked in front of new people is always the worst. I closed my eyes as I heard the men follow me. I could feel the looks and the stares but not the feeling; no one said anything.

Jason ordered me to get up and get everyone a beer. I needed that. To get up, get the first views out of the way. (Yes, I have body issues) When I returned, I bent over to hand each man a beer. Making sure my big boobs swing freely in front of their faces. Only one took the bait, smiling as he tweaked my nipples, telling me, “Thank you.” Making me feel a little more at ease.

Jason explained the roommate setup and sent me to unpack their bags and arrange the rooms properly. “Thank you, Sir,” I responded, as I heard some boy’s joke about the “Sir.”

When I returned, all five men seemed in good spirits, as Master Kevin ordered me to be in the center of the room. On all fours, head up, facing away from them, knees wide.

I feel him kneel beside me, his fingers finding my wet, sloppy pussy. “Men, she is my slave; she will obey you as she does me. Don’t be afraid to treat her as she is, a cumdump and a very well-trained cumdump.” Pulling my pussy lips open, “Her pussy is sloppy; we can all see that. But always wet.” It was as if he was selling me at the market.

His hand started to push up into my pussy as I let out a very loud moan. Pulling back out, he rubbed his hand on my back as I felt him pull my ass cheek apart. “This hole is always tight and always filled.” That’s when I remembered I was wearing a butt plug as he pulled on it. He informed them, “If you take it out, put it back in after using it.” If?

As he continued to describe my body to them and how they could use each part, I heard the unbuckling of a belt and what sounded like clothing being removed. The next thing I saw was Jason’s well-groomed hard cock in front of my face. I guess he wasn’t shy about showing off his manhood.

He told his friends, “Just know, guys, if she sees a cock, she will suck it.” His hand grabbed the top of my head and pulled it back as I opened my mouth. He slowly fed it into my mouth. Slipping it in that position was easy. Feeling his cock fill my throat until my nose felt his pubic hairs.

As I heard the other guys start to strip, one asked if it was ok. Master Kevin said I am theirs to use, “Just remember, two holes are covered. One is bareback.” Meaning condoms in pussy and anal, and my mouth is always free to use without a condom.

Im not sure who it was, but I then felt a cock start to push into my pussy. “Dang, she is sloppy. Sorry, sweetie.” Master Kevin told him it wasn’t a problem. “She is what she is. And please call her slave or bitch. She likes being called names like that.”

It’s been a long time since I was spit-roasted, but I loved every minute. They soon got into a nice hot rhythm of the back cock pushing in, making Jason’s cock go deep into my throat, then a pause as I felt the back cock pull out as Jason pushed me back onto it.

Occasionally I would feel Jason grabbing my boobs and pulling on them, getting me to moan a little harder with my mouth full, and my eyes were watering as I tried to catch a breath on each pull-out.

They high-fived each other and talked about how much fun this would be. I felt Jason start to build up and tell his buddies, “This bitch will swallow anything we give her,” as he leaned back and started to pump his cock as he shot into my mouth. He let it out how much he enjoyed shooting his load down my throat. “She’s better than any of your girlfriends, I guarantee it, guys,” as he pulled out and let me swallow what was left and lick the last few drops off the head of his cock. “Thank you, Sir,” was my response.

The man I was introduced to, Johnnie, took his place. As they switched places, the man in the back started to push in harder and grabbed my hips as I felt him shoot into my pussy. Hissing between his teeth as He did, “Oh Baby, that feels good.”

I was too busy sucking on Johnnie’s cock. Otherwise, I woudl have turned around to clean his cock off. As he pulled out, Bob slid his thick hard cock into my dripping pussy. He felt good and made me moan without doing anything.

Johnnie was the smallest of the four but most enthusiastic about getting a blowjob on his first night in Vegas. Unfortunately, he lasted maybe thirty seconds before he started to shoot his load down my throat.

Once Johnnie was out, I was hoping Bob would change places so I could suck his cock. It wasn’t long but thick; It fit so snugly in my pussy, I wanted to feel it fill my mouth. But he just kept pounding my pussy and trying to rub my clit to see if I would cum.

Master Kevin is keeping me orgasm free until New Year’s or longer, and I am doing my best not to have one. With my mouth free, I was able to moan and beg loudly for more. “Fuck me, Sir!” I screamed, cheered him on, and made the other guys join in.

As he was riding me, I felt my boobs swinging as he was fucking my hole. His cock was feeling nice in there, tighter than others, and he knew how to be rough and hard at the same time. Just as I was sure I was about to cum, he stopped, and I felt his warm cum fill me. I put my head down and just let his juices fill the condom. Even when wrapped, I enjoyed the feeling. He, too, got a “Thank You, Sir.”

As he dropped out, I quickly turned around and grabbed his cock, removed His condom, and opened my mouth as wide as I could to get him in. Letting him shrink as I licked and cleaned it.

Of the four, this is the cock I wanted the most, and I was hoping he would use me more often. Maybe I can get Master Kevin to let him use me bareback.

I was sent to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Jason was sitting in his chair, smiling, holding my butt plug.

I was back on the floor, on all fours, as He pushed it into my pussy for lube. I felt the other three men fall to the floor to watch. As he started to push it in, I heard Bob ask if they were really allowed to use me for anal. I smiled as I responded. “Yes, Sir.” Master Kevin agreed as long as they used condoms.

On the ride home, Master Kevin got a blowjob and a big “thank you, Sir.”

NFR 2024 is going to be fun this year!

Love,
Bitch Slave

I’m Back

Here in America, last Thursday was a time for sitting down with our family, not just the blood family but those we choose to let into our lives and treat as family. No matter their views on life, all are welcome at the table.

For me, this was the first holiday since my Master had died. I wasn’t sure how it would go and if I could do it without breaking down into a teary-eyed mound of goop.

I did it and lived to tell about it.

This was my brother’s first time having a holiday without our blood family around. After it was all done and the last dish put away, we curled up on the couch to watch a movie, and he commented on how my Master was right. You can choose family, and it will feel like a family.

Many of the people around our table were friends like us; their blood family was off in another State, yet together, we loved the connection, the bond, and the love we shared.

My new Master has me wearing bras and panties more often, and this was one of those times. It felt strange, but I was wearing a butt plug to help it feel normal!

Although it was at our house, and I was the slave of the house, and everyone there knew that was my usual position. I was not allowed any sexual uses (ok, one blow job for an old friend). I was as vanilla as I could be without ripping my eyes out.

Although everything was set up as self-service, I made the rounds of cleaning and refilling drink cups. The Wife and a friend of hers did the cooking. I happily jumped in and did the cleanup.

I had asked everyone not to keep silent about the man who was missing from the table. I assured them I could handle it, and I miss him more than anyone knows. I wanted him to be remembered, to be part of this celebration.

They did as I asked and talked openly about him, sharing memories of past holidays and celebrations.

Is He Passing the Grade?

One funnier question was how my “new” Master was doing and if he had made the grade. Am I happy with how he controls me or has the brotherly love gotten in and made me a little more vanilla?

In all but the last question, he is doing better than I expected. There is no romance. If you were to see us out in public, we would look like really good friends, as we are. There is nothing romantic. I would never go Vanilla!

However, He is still in charge and is wonderfully demanding when he tells me what to do, when, and how He expects it to be done. Today, His beer bottle has never been empty. I don’t interrupt his talking; I am always near but never overbearing and kneel at his feet like a good slave does. At home, I wake him up, set his clothes out, make His bed, suck His cock, and all that a good slave does. But that is it. I obey Him as I did Master-Sir.

I guess they were expecting a different answer.

Next week, I will be very busy with the National Finals Rodeo (NFR) in Las Vegas. Both in my job and as His slave. He has already offered me to a couple of old friends who stay at their timeshare for NFR; I will be their daily maid and cumdump. There will be 4 of them, so I am expecting a messy condo and lots of blowjobs.

Then there are a couple of VIPs I have serviced for years at a different resort. They are in town for NFR, so they will also be using me. One of them likes to use me as a date. We go out for an expensive dinner with their friends, then to a private watch party in their suite or a friend’s suite.

Once in private, I will become the suite maid and sex toy. They prefer me more as their fluffy domestic bitch, more than their always wet and wanting sex toy. But either way, they will keep me in a collar and naked.

Thank You

I’m hoping that for those who celebrate Thanksgiving, yours was spent with the loving family you wanted to spend it with.

If it weren’t for the readers here who have become more friends than just readers, I want to thank you for all you have given me this holiday. I’m sure if it had not been the urging to keep this journal going, I woudl have climbed into a hole and turned vanilla. Ok, maybe not really vanilla! I know that I owe each of you readers a wonderful hug and a generous “Thank You.”

(Don’t worry; I have stories to update you all on. The sex, the talk of me being used as a sex slave and domestic wench, especially because of NFR, is coming back soon. )