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My Pain is NOT His concern

April 25, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Miss Evvy came home yesterday and the rhythm of the house seemed back to normal again. They were together, I was naked and I was serving them. Today we were out by the pool, i was serving Miss Evvy with drinks and giving her a foot massage while Master-Sir ran an errand. Miss Evvy asked to see the bruises from a beating/flogging Master-Sir gave me the night before she returned.

I positioned myself so she could more easily see my sore ass and the bright welts. She examined the bruises down my legs and the stripes down my back. Some were still very fresh and hurt when she touched them. Others were just my badges of honor.

Miss Evvy told me she has read my blog and seen the posts on my punishments and my floggings and thought that this looked like it was more of a punishment type of a flogging. i told it wasn’t. it was just Master-Sir being a bit more in the pain-producing mood than usual. I told her I get a lot of emails from people who think its abuse or not right. That i am being used, brainwashed or whatever. But in reality, it is me being what I want to be; an Owned slave without the rights of a free person.

Miss Evvy and I never had a conversation about this before. It was nice and I believe it opened both our eyes to how we each view the things we live with. She has seen Master-Sir beat me as a punishment. She has been there when he flogged me for a scene and she even paddled my ass a time or two for her pleasure. But for whatever reason, this was something that went beyond anything she has seen done to me before and wanted to know more about it.

There has been a few posts on Fetlife about “slaves” who got raped by their “Masters” because they had sex with the slave after the slave said No. She wanted to know what i thought about that and the times Master-Sir will chain me to the post or the cross and go beyond my comfort zone. Is that abuse? Have I been raped? Can I be raped since I have no safe word? I think i do have a safe word, but know if i use it, the Master/slave relationship is over and i don’t want that. Can He hurt me? Yes. Has he? Yes.. Has he harmed me? No. has He gone beyond my comfort zones? Yes. Has he gone beyond my safety zones? NO.

How do I know all this? because I trust Him beyond anything or anyone. He has shown to have my best interests at heart and is there to use me but not damage me. My welts are deep and painful. Yet my smile is large and bright. I served my Owner to His satisfaction and I am proud of that. not to mention I enjoyed most of what he did to me.

When you accept to be a no-limits slave and know he will not harm you, you know he is in charge and will do what he wants when He wants. Sometimes I like that, other times I hate that. But the good outweighs the bad and when the bad is bad, its still good in its own perverted, twisted way.

I pointed her to a few videos on Fetlife that shows a no-limit slave being whipped or paddled and asked her to listen to her cries. They are very different from a subbie having her butt beat. Its more deep, more primal. Because we know we are there until HE decides it’s over. Not when WE decide it needs to end. there is a deep level of trust in that. It will only stop when HE is happy and HE wants to stop. Your butt is HIS place to play and my grunts, cries and begging are just music to His ears. So the mind goes to a place no other person can explain. You just need to wait it out and take the pain. Knowing or hoping that your trust in the Master is well placed. That He is the man you can trust. if not, don’t play the no-limit slave and not be one.

No Way Out

When Master-Sir straps me to the pole or the bench, I know there is no way out. That my cries and the screams are for me alone, to get that energy out of the system. Not to try and convince Him to stop. To release the fluids and the mind stuff to endure and to enjoy His work. Master-Sir knows my body very well. So He will determine when I am coming down off the pole. He will decide when I have been used enough. So when you have that mindset, that there is no way out, the mind, or at least my mind, just goes somewhere deep inside and lets it all happen.

I can ride the wave of pains and pleasures. I will like some of it and i will hate the rest. I can curse, scream and beg, but still i know it means nothing to Him. When you have a choice or you have a say in the scene, your mind doesn’t drift too far from the pain and the pleasures because you know you can end it when you had enough. When you have rights and a say, you feel it differently than when you surrendered that to your Owner. ( I know, hate me for it, but its my opinions)

Please understand that it wasn’t always like that. the first few years He was gentle with me on the pole, the cross or the bench. He would ask if I was ok (He still does) Then slowly I asked for more and He gladly gave me more. We learned each others body and mind. This is not something you can do the first time you play or meet. This is after years of being together did we have that level of trust and honor.

Do I hate the fact that I have no say in when he stops? Yes. But that is part of my agreement to be His slave. His agreement to being my Master is to not let me top from the bottom and to know when is when.

She smiled and told me that she was glad I like that because she could never let anyone do that to her. I smiled, thanked her properly, and said that’s why I am just the slave. I am here to make sure he can love her and beat me. That she is a beautiful girlfriend and a wonderful lover. She chuckled at that and sent me in for a fresh drink.

Loving My Protector

April 21, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-sir was off with Miss Evvy, having fun in San Diego while his slave was left at home, alone. He had Jason be my protector while he was away. Jason was always the gentleman that I have come to love. He stopped in or called often during the weekend. On Saturday, He and some friends were coming over to bar b q and use the pool for some skinny dipping and fun. This included Jason’s new lady.

Jason asked that I be topless and not be “too slave like”. Just obedient and domestic! I said I would make Him proud and not embarass Him in front of His friends. That I would stay out of their way much of the time. It was Jason, His lady and three men from the condo/spring break weekend that I already knew. The men got naked quickly and I took my time to enjoy the view of four young studly men in their prime and showing it all off in my pool!

But I promised Jason that I would only be visible when I was needed. Otherwise, I would stay in the house and get the food and drinks ready. I had noticed His lady just sat in the shade, on the patio and never made a move to undress or to join the men in the pool.

I was in the kitchen when I heard Jason approached His lady and they started to talk. More like argue, but it was loud. She was not naked or topless, even after she promised Him she would be. He asked her what the problem was and she told Him she was not going to be topless or naked while “That fat thing in the kitchen is around here ogling her” Jason had warned me she was a little bit of a princess and thought she was too good for everyone else.

Jason assured her that I was not “ogling her” or anything else and she no reason to be embarrassed about being topless or naked around me or anyone else. That’s when she hit him with the “I can not imagine what kind of man would want to have THAT thing to go to bed with or to have sex with. He must be a real loser.”

Hearing those words as I stood there next to the sink, I was stunned, ashamed, mad, furious, hurt, embarrassed for Jason and I was getting more angry by the word. I wanted to stomp out there and give her a piece of my mind. But I didn’t. I waited to see or hear what Jason would do. That’s when I am reminded of how I love that boy for the Man that he has become.

Jason raised His voice like I never heard Him raise it before as he told her in no uncertain terms that what she just said was not called for. That she was a guest in “That Man’s Home”. That the lady she insulted was His friend and that was not right and it will not be tolerated.

The conversation continued and it turned ugly and into an argument with it all ending with Jason telling her that I can do one thing better. And with that, she stopped silent, waiting to hear what that one thing was. She was silent for a few seconds before she realized her boyfriend has had sex with “that Pig”. At that point, I could hear Jason’s breathing getting heavy and loud. Thats never a good thing. He was furious at her. Meanwhile inside the house, I was beyond furious and was about to run out there and do something to her.. Anything, I was just so mad that in this day and age, people, adults still think and talk that way about others.

Jason stopped it all and told her in very measured breaths to leave the property before he throws her off the property. (They came in her car) She tried to say something else but Jason just repeated what he had said before.

Once I heard her car start up and leave, Jason called me out to the patio. He knew I heard it all and was trying to apologize for what was said and done. As were the other men. But I stopped them all and thanked Jason for His defense. He gave me a big hug and wanted to know what He could do to make it up to me. I just told Him to please continue being that nice guy I always know Him to be. But I guess my tears didn’t mask the pain i was feeling.

Jason followed me into the house and held me while I had a nice cry. Nothing much was said, he just let me cry and held me until i stopped. I needed to get on with the day and not ruin it for them. I had food prepared and drinks getting warm. he was not ready to let me go yet.

Jason is the Man

Jason is a grill master like no other. That Man can grill a mean hamburger. They all got fed, got wet, had a fun afternoon, and then left. Jason spent the night. He slept in the guest room and allowed me to sleep with Him. As we curled up, he kept trying to apologize for His now Ex-Girlfriend. and I kept shushing Him up. it’s old news and needs to move on.

I offered to suck His cock,. but He told me he was not ready for that yet. But I felt safe and loved wrapped in His arms as I do when i am wrapped in the arms of my Owner.

I feel so lucky to be a slave who is loved by her Owner as much as i am and for Him to have chosen a protector of His slave in His absence as he does with Jason.

They, Alone, Together

April 20, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir and Miss Evvy are alone, in San Diego, together. Alone, together without His trusty and loyal slave. Alone with each other while the slave is home, almost alone, and hurting from it all. But still loving the fact that they are alone together. Does that any make sense?

This is the first time they left me alone for more than one night. Miss Evvy is in San Diego on a job assignment and asked Master-Sir to fly out and spend the weekend with her, alone. He immediately ordered me to make the plane reservations ASAP. I made them and drove Him to the airport. Telling Him as I kissed Him goodbye, I hoped He has fun with her, alone. In my heart, I wished for nothing like that. I wanted to be with Him, alone, in San Diego.

He told me that He asked Jason to stop by and check on me occasionally. Master-Sir told Him that he could spend the night if he wanted to and even have a few friends over, that I would cook for them. I thanked him for that. To think about me and make sure i am ok while He is off with His girlfriend, having sex, having fun, and relaxing. Without me.

Jason did come over Friday night. I made Him His favorite lasagne with a bottle of wine. We ate out on the patio and chatted. He was the gentleman and gave me permission to sit on the furniture. i did for a while, but it did not feel right. I respect Jason as a growing Master and felt that was not right to be His equal. He accepted my reasoning but only after we had dinner.

He talked about His latest girlfriend of six months. How she is nice, pretty, smart but has some issues (she really has some issue, but that’s a later post) that make Him wonder. He was more interested in me. How i am doing with my Owner away with his girlfriend. The fact that I made the reservations and took Him to the airport.

As usual, i tried to explain the pain, but it’s a wonderful pain. A pain that cuts sharp and so deep it hurts me to the soul. But yet I am happy. He makes me happy and I love to see him happy. the fact that I want them to be happy together so bad that it hurts made Jason wonder what i was into!

Jason offered to fuck me once He learned that its been 4 months since my owner used my pussy. But I explained that He can do that to me anytime he wants. Jason has had permission to use all three of my holes for over a year now. I tried to explain that it’s just not the same when others fuck me that way. It’s not the same feelings, emotions or energy. Yes, other men have fucked me in the pussy since January, but it’s not the same.

The power and the submission, the hurt and the pleasure I get from not being fucked by HIM is a high by itself. The emotions that i feel when they (MAster-Sir and Miss Evvy) have vaginal sex and leave me to the clean up is another form of erotic humiliation i live for. What I want is the release I get when He takes control of me and uses my pussy for His pleasure is undeniably now the greatest feeling I could ever feel and I’m being denied that emotion, that feeling. Leaving me with a hurt that makes me want Him even more and makes me want to please Him more. if there was any way I could do that.

Jason left late that night as Master-Sir and I did a video chat. Miss Evvy was looking lovely as usual and thanked me for making His reservations and taking Him to the airport. To others, that may seem like a small sentence and has no real meaning, but seeing her smile and the way that she said it, i knew it was more. She likes that. To let me know She is the woman He wants to be with and I am just the slave. Yes, I am the slave, and its what I want. But to have the “Better Woman” remind you by having you do her bidding just adds to the pain of seeing them happy, alone, together in San Diego.

Such a Cute Couple

Saturday night call was even more erotic, humiliating and hurtful. After having Jason and some friends over and learning of His blowout with his now ex-girlfriend, i had another video chat with Master-Sir and Miss Evvy. That was after I saw her Facebook profile was filled with photos of the two of them out on the beach, at Sea World and doing all those things boyfriends and girlfriends do on vacation. Alone, without me.

Then to read all the comments from her friends telling her how lucky she was to have a man “like that” in her life. A real keeper that seems like they get along really well and have fun. They make such a “cute couple” – what they don’t know is that there is a slave back in Las Vegas, hurting and horny.

In the video chat, Master-Sir left Miss Evvy and myself alone to talk. She could not stop talking (on purpose) about the sex they had last night and how my Owner just really relaxed and let Himself be on vacation and fucked her silly. His great fucking was making her pussy raw and hurting. With that, she asked if i remember when the last time my owner fucked me? Yes, I did. New Year’s Eve. She smiled at me and faked a blond moment and said “Oh yea, that’s right. He really does likes fucking me more than he does you. well, have a good night and NO masturbating. ” with that, the call ended.

Yes, I cried myself to sleep. Thinking about them without me. having fun as a couple. A real couple. Me not having had sex with my Owner, my lover, for over four months and here she was having great sex with Him multiple times. She did comment about how awful it was to have such great sex and have to clean up the wet spots themselves. Another erotic humiliation moment. But at least I was remembered.

As I bathed in the morning, my first real bath in ages, i thought of them. As them. As a couple that I served and i found myself smiling. The pain was still there but it was being pushed away by the pleasant thoughts of them missing me as their slave. Their slave. As much as I wanted to be her and to be there. I also was glad they were there to be alone and be with each other and to miss me. I want to be their slave. I thought that was strange. I wanted to be THEIR slave.

Why is the pain of all this so powerful, yet so erotic and is always followed by a wave of warm, wonderful pleasure and happiness?

The Conversation

April 14, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Maybe I covered this, maybe I didn’t but I do know some of my friends have been wanting an update, so now I have one.

Miss Evvy’s brother I will call Mike, thinks his younger sister is dating a married man who’s wife she set him up with on a couple of dates. Mike is a really nice man with good looks and a charming personality. He is always the gentleman on the dates and from what I can tell is thinking that if he wines and dines me right, maybe he can have sex. In reality, I am a sure thing because His sister, Miss Evvy, has made it clear that I am to make sure he leaves happy.

We all know how well i like being wined and dined by a gentleman! (I don’t) This is really bothering me and so I asked Master-Sir for a way to resolve it. Either to please let Mike know I am a slave or for Miss Evvy to please stop setting up the dates. The fact that I am to play the role of a married, vanilla woman who has an open relationship with her husband is killing me. It’s not being honest and i am not a married vanilla woman. I never wanted to be one, ever!!

He has no idea that his sister is in a relationship with a Master who has a slave as a pet. A slave that his sister enjoys using as well at times. That’s the part she doesn’t want her brother to find out, that she came over to the dark side and enjoys kink in her sex.

So last night after work, i walked out to my car to see Mike waiting to talk to me. He was well dressed as always, polite, yet very firm on what he wanted. Why is it that His sister keeps flip-flopping on setting up dates with me? Why can’t he just call me up and ask for a date if I am in an open relationship? What’s the big deal? He sounded desperate in his questions.

I knew he was really upset and he had a valid point to be mad. So I gave Him a kiss on the cheek and asked him to wait while I make a call. I called my Owner and asked if I could or should just go ahead and tell him? He said to be gentle, but let Him know the facts. Maybe even take Him to dinner to have “The Talk”. Mike apparently heard the “Yes Sir” part and the “Thank you Sir” because he looked confused, thought maybe he misunderstood or that i was being sarcastic with my husband.

Mike wanted answers and he also wanted a date, so it was off to dinner for an interesting talk and maybe a few drinks help my nerves and his frustrations. Maybe even a chance to be used again for His sexual pleasures (and mine)

I told Him mystory. How I live Now. At first he thought the usual: I was being held against my will, being abused. Or that we were weirdos or i was being used as a whore and His sister was brought along for the ride. That my dates with him and the sex were part of the whoring out by my pimp husband. I assured Him that my Owner does not send me out on dates with just anyone and if it included sex, that means that He really does trust you and that you will treat his slave/property with great care. So He was in a very small and very privileged group of special people with that privilege and He should just enjoy it.

Then came the sister. Miss Evvy. I told Him how she came into our lives and made it so wonderful. How I was as much of a mystery to her in the beginning as I am to Him now. How she took her time to get to know me and learn that we were a real couple that really lived this way. I was His slave and it was ok for him to have her as His girlfriend. She learned that I really enjoyed being the slave to my Owner and making her happy made Him happy and that is what made me happy.

After that, he thought that we all three had major, kinky sex together and that we all slept in the same bed all the time. This is the same thing I get from other people when they first begin to read my blog or meet me on Fetlife. It’s not how we live. it’s not just about sex. it’s about power exchange, erotic humiliation, and enjoying the love we offer each other.

Making it very clear that his sister was trying to protect him. Trying not to hurt his feeling or have him think bad things about Miss Evvy. That is why the “dates” and the flip-flopping on when he could see me were so chaotic. She was afraid if he knew the truth that it would hurt their relationship. And she didn’t want that.

I explained that it was me having the issue. That I needed him to know the truth if I was supposed to continue cleaning the apartment. I normally clean naked and needed him to know the rules of having a fluffy naked woman running around where he was living. He needed to know I was there for a purpose. And I was there to be used for her and that meant Him.

As confused as I knew he was, he was also interested and excited as I put my hands on his legs several times to comfort him and to feel his growing erection.

He wanted examples. So I told him that he could have ordered my meal for me. I would eat what he wanted me to eat. Even if he said I could not eat anything. i would have obeyed. Want me to wait in the car while he came in here to eat? I would not have liked it, but I would have obeyed. Same with the drinks. Want me to have just water? tell me. Want me naked when we are alone? Tell me and I will strip for you. Want me to drive? I will. If you want to have sex with me, tell me when and how. You have all three of my holes. For most men, it’s just a blow job. But Miss Evvy said you have permission to use all three (anal with condom).

He perked up and smiled. He asked about me taking off my bra? He wanted it off. I asked to be excused for the bathroom. He smiled and agreed. I went into the bathroom, removed my bra, and I returned to the table. Handing it to him as he was on the phone with Miss Evvy and telling her he was shocked at the news but enjoying it very much thank you, sister!

After they hung up and I sat down to enjoy the food as it was delivered; I asked for his response to it all? “I think you are one fucked up chick, but Dam.. that’s so hot.”

Yes, we skipped the drinks and the schmoozing. He took me straight back to His apartment, ordered me naked, and fucked me fast and hard. harder than he did before. I loved the feeling and the fact that he now knew the truth and I can return to me being me around him.

Having Him fuck my pussy felt nice, but not great. That’s normal now. I like it, but its not my favorite. Its been almost 4 months since my Owner used that hole and I miss THAT feeling of being fucked. I want, desire and crave the feel of Him using me in there. I know that I am pleasing the man who is using me, but it’s because I want them to tell my owner they enjoyed me and that I served them well, that is all. Thats my duty.

Mike enjoyed using me and I enjoyed pleasing Him. He is a nice man and one I hope will be in our lives a long time. He deserves to know the truth and it helps us be better friends and maybe even help him understand why his sister is in such a happy mood these days!

And yes,I can now be the naked house maid!

Thank you for the questions and your thoughts are always welcomed

Blocking it All Out

April 6, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

So I wrote about being naked while being the domestic servant to my Owner and His friends who were at the house celebrating the NCAA Men’s Basketball Championships. Yes, some of the people were strangers to me and they were first timers allowed to see how we live. Yes, I was scared.

Yes, it was scary for me to be that way for most of the events. During the Final Four, i was only topless because someone said they would prefer that I be that way. Master-Sir had asked everyone before I arrived home from work and He honors their requests. No harm, no judgment, no problem. Everyone is there to have fun and let me be their servant, so I was topless for two games.

In my soul and in my heart, i am a submissive first and an exhibitionist second. Maybe in a former life, i was a nude dancer or something, i don’t know. But being naked is natural to me. But not being naked in front of a group of people i don’t know and especially as a servant or a slave. Being naked in that form hits my humiliation buttons more than my exhibitionist buttons. But I am always asked how I do it. Get naked and serve for people i don’t know?

I guess part of it comes from my growing up as an overweight girl. Always being pointed at, whispered about, and being made fun of for how i looked or dressed. I just learned to ignore the chants, the calls, and the ugly stares. learning to block them out. I knew if I let them win, I was going to spend my life being ashamed of who i am and what i look like. Thankfully i found the one person who took what i am and used that to make me a better person. A better slave.

Master-Sir tells me to get naked, i love, trust and honor Him, so i block out what i call the “Gods of fear” and i just obey. I close my eyes, swallow my fears, then get naked before i step into the room to fulfill the command given to me by my Owner. The only person who has any say on what i think about, what i am doing or what i look like.

Trust me, I know i make it sounds easy. Especially, after all these years of being Owned and even more years living with my weight and the social stigma of that. I still have that fear of rejection, fear of being shunned or ignored. But thankfully all the wonderful people Master-Sir surrounds us with are not that way. They don’t seem prejudice or judgmental. They all seem to enjoy having a naked fluffy woman at their beck and call. They enjoy seeing my boobs bounce as I run into the other room to fetch them a new ash tray or a fresh drink. Maybe one of them left their cell phone in the upstairs bathroom, could I get it? Yes mam, on my way. Thank you Mama for letting me get that for you.

Maybe it’s the fact that once i suck it all in and enter the house as the Domestic Slave, i am too busy to think about what i look like or what they think of me. I bury it all, hoping i am serving them well and they are telling my Owner that they really appreciate my services and my obedience to serve them. Maybe they are telling Him how the house looks so nice and clean, wondering how He does it all? He does it because He has a dedicated slave to make His life worth living.

I do know that I have heard some of the compliments. The ones where they tell me or my Owner that they feel so out of place, like they hit the lottery or were invited to a famous person’s home for a party because it is so well planned and functional. Almost like it was catered. They just have to show up and enjoy. No worrying about where the food is, the bathroom or getting a fresh drink because I always seem to be there for them. I like that.

Then the fears come back to haunt me. As if they don’t notice the naked domestic servant or that i am naked. But i know they do. I feel the looks. not bad looks, but looks that i am there and i am not dressed like them. i feel the hand secretly feeling my ass or my boob as i turn. Or the one who wants to show off to a familiar friend who wants to see if i am shaved clean or wet (yes, I am). I will stand and part my legs, thanking them for noticing that I am wet. By this point, I am usually beyond wet, I am soaking. But they are smiling to find that my pussy is smooth and my breasts are soft. My ass is clean and ready to be used. All the while others are standing around, look on. But none of its bad in any way.

Yet, i am fighting my internal demons and the fears. It’s not as easy as it sounds to be naked in that room with strangers. because no matter how long i have been doing this, they are still there. wondering and worried about what other people will think or say. After it is all done and they are gone, i am mentally drained because i was trying so hard not to think about what others may have thought about that naked fat girl, and how dare she be so happy to be fat and naked around us normal people!

I need to only worry about what my Owner thinks. It’s not that easy. However, Blocking out the fears works… But it is exhausting! Seriously exhausting!

Making a Man Feel Good

March 29, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Do you want to know what part I love most about being a slave is? It’s just that; Being a slave. That’s when I get to turn off the real world and just listen to my Owner tell me what I can do to please Him. The rest of the world just goes away. No matter what He has planned for me, I am free from that choice or worry and can only enjoy the act of being obedient and the filling His orders are what being His slave brings to my life.

Right now is that college basketball tournament time and Las Vegas is just a madhouse. The resort I work in is now filled with either overaged teenagers trying to feel important or spring breakers here to get drunk and feel nothing but the cool pool and the nightclubs.

After spending 12 to 14 hours a day in the resort dealing with all that chaos, then going home to find Master-Sir in full party mode with His friends in town and at the house to watch the games, makes my life seem like a never-ending battle of basketball madness and men being silly and childish. But I am Loving the chaos.

Coming home to a house filled with people drunk, excited and having fun while making a complete mess of my recently cleaned home could send a normal person to the crazy farm. But I always remember that it’s not my home. The home, like me, is Owned and our owner wants it kept clean and orderly. That’s all. My mind quickly slips back into slave mode as the garage door opens and I know I will soon be topless or maybe even nude and in my happy place again. As strange as that sounds, being the half-naked maid to a house filled with some strange men cheering on a ball game, makes me rejuvenated again and oh so well pleased.

Don’t get me wrong. I do get something else out of all this basketball craziness and horrible working conditions. My darling Owner has offered me a full day in the spa of my choice if my Kentucky boys wins it all. If they lose, I get a flogging or paddling from one of his friends to be named later. To a slave like me, that is a win for me no matter what!

The other night I came home, tired and exhausted, yet anxious to once again get topless (prefer naked, but for this group, its topless only) and get to be my Master-Sir’s domestic goddess to all his wonderful His friends. As the garage door opened and i parked; As I was getting out of my car and getting into my routine of stripping and prepping, Jason came out to greet me. Master-Sir had texted me that he was here with a friend and I was so happy to see Him again. It seems like years since I last saw Jason.

After we kissed and said our hellos, He asked if I could do Him a really big favor? He had already ok’d it with my Owner but wanted to get to me before I got into the house and became distracted. One of His friends was here, a friend from his school. Apparently the friend was a lightweight drinker and was passed out in my bedroom. Jason wanted to ask if I would look in on him, make sure He is ok and maybe, please, give him a blowjob? Jason said this friend needed something to make Him smile after his college girlfriend dumped him the other day just as they were leaving for Las Vegas.

Master-Sir was in the kitchen when I entered the house with Jason. He gave me the ok and pointed up the stairs. I smiled, kissed Jason, and told Him ” I got this” as I smiled as I headed up to my bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man, completely dressed in basketball fan attire. lying on the bed, sleeping, and smiling. I knelt at the side of the bed and softly called His name. To be safe, I also whispered who I was. Not wanting to freak hIm out. When you find a half-naked woman at your bedside in Las Vegas it can mean so many different things.

So I whispered who I was and that i was there to check on him. Since He was in my bed, I wanted to make sure that he was ok. He opened one eye and began to realize he had a topless girl with big boobs looking at him and smiling. Gotta say he was a cute man. Like one of those boys you see in the ads for the hip clothing boutiques or something. Just so sweet and yet so innocent, maybe, And He was in MY bed. I like it when nice looking men are in my bed and I “have to” make them feel better.

He was funny as he asked me if I was topless? I asked if He was ok with a fluffy woman at His side with her tits hanging out and he laughed. “Oh Hell YES!”. Then I asked Him about the girlfriend? She was the love of his life since 10th grade! Now she is gone! Graduated and dumped Him for some stud in Seattle! Oh, The story of lost love and youth!

As we talked in soft tones because His head was hurting, He let his one hand slip and touch my breast. He quickly took it back and apologized for doing that. i told Him that was ok. That’s what I am here for and moved it back on my breast. I giggled because I hadn’t teased a man like this in ages!

He smiled when i asked him if there was anything I could do to make him feel more comfortable? In a drunken slur, he said I could suck his dick? At least He knew what he wanted!! He quickly apologized and said he could use a drink of water or something and apologized again. I had to know so I asked if his girlfriend ever did that for Him? Ever give Him a blowjob? he said she would, only after he begged her to or if it was a special thing.

My favorite type of cock I like to suck. A deprived one. I assured Him that it would be my pleasure to suck His dick. hearing that got both of his eyes opened as I moved onto the bed and pulled back the sheets while He quickly started to fumble with his pants. Seems like he was suddenly getting sober now!

Per my rules, I am to be naked when being used like this. So I removed my skirt. This when he saw just how naked and how fluffy I am and he blurted out how much he loved my BIG TITS! Blushing, He was now fully erect and awake while I took him all the way in my mouth. he purred so cute at that and started to breathe heavy and moan just by me taking His cock in my mouth. I had yet to start worshiping His cock and he was already too happy!

A couple of thrusts, some soft kisses to the shaft and a hand massage to the balls and he was telling He was about to explode! Most times when they tell me that, I have ot laugh because their version of “explode” and my version are really different. In this case, he was exploding and filling my mouth and down my throat. it was wonderful, warm and thick.

I felt sorry for the boy. He was apologizing for the sudden burst and the steady flow. He really wanted to enjoy it longer and hoped I was ok with it. He swears he never cums that fast, but it had been so long… Yes, I know the story. Especially if they never had a real blowjob before!

He was trying to pull out of my mouth, but I held him there until he was done cumming and stopped his heavy breathing and moaning. I had licked the last of His juices off before letting his now limp cock drop out of my mouth and I smiled up at Him to see if that was ok. I like teasing the men with that part! He looked down at me and started to thank me. That was amazing, no woman ever did it like that! (I wonder how the other women do it?) Telling him that it was my pleasure as I zipped Him up. He asked if He could kiss my breasts? I put them over Him and he just smiled and hugged them. I could feel His lips on my nipples followed by a sweet and gentlemanly “Oh Thank you Mam”.

As I got up, He asked me about my clothes. Where were my clothes? I told Him i came up here topless because that’s How I am. And if He wants another round? Can He? Later? for that, I told Him to please ask the man of the house. But I am sure that He would allow you to use me again if you feel better!! With that, He wanted to get up and go ask! He kept telling me that He really wanted to just thank the man of the house for letting me suck His cock. Was he my husband? My boyfriend? What? I said to ask Him yourself.

We walked down the stairs to the party, Master-Sir was still in the kitchen chatting with Jason and another friend. My young friend could not get to my Owner fast enough to thank Him for letting his girlfriend give a complete stranger a blowjob. Jason smiled at my Owner, gave me a kiss and thanked me, then told his buddy that I was the maid at the condo last year. Remember the other guys talking about her? His only response was “That was HER??”

My Owner just smiled, told Him to consider the blowjob a gift. Not to worry about it and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He reminded him of what was agreed to when he entered the house. This is a VERY private party. What happens here stays here. Master-Sir huddled with the friend and Jason, whispering to them both that if he wants another blow job, just ask Him or ask Jason. Jason knows if I am available. If he behaves and parties properly.he just may get a free “thank you” before He leaves. He happily agreed.

Master-Sir looked at me and pointed to the pool where some men were standing around talking. But the drinks were all empty. I smiled and said “Yes Sir” and went off to start my bitch slave domestic duties.

Another Man pleasured. Another cock enjoyed and I am just getting started with my slave duties. I am such a loved slave!

Basketball Service Duty is Split

March 25, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

It’s March Madness and the Las Vegas Casinos goes into overdrive. That means one little fluffy slave gets overworked in her vanilla job, trying to keep everyone pleased, happy, and spending the money. When that final ball drops into that final basket on that final weekend (or whenever it’s supposed to all end!), this slave will be needing a vacation. Do slaves get vacations?

Ever since the college basketball tournaments started, my job has been dedicated to helping our casino hosts prepare suites, meals, and providing “extra” privileges to our special guests. Normally I am helping them with the high rollers. Usually, older men who are coming here to spend a few hundred thousand or millions at the craps tables or blackjack. Those guys are easy to please. A well-appointed suite facing the Strip, some fine wines, a day at the spa with a day at the golf course along with fine meals and a show ticket. They are so easy to please.

The younger guys? They are here to play like they were back in college and being boys in the stands cheering on their Alma mater. Just this time it’s with a few more dollars in the bank and a few more price demands. They want party favorites in that top floor suite. Special TV’s, snacks, drinks, towels, and dedicated service. That includes finding the right kind of “cheerleaders” they may want to have with them while getting drunk, rowdy, and spreading the wealth. Not something the average casino host can fill or even wants to fill. So that’s where I come in. the little fluffy energizer bunny that loves to serve and loves to please!

of course, my wonderful Master-Sir made sure that if I was needed, i would be there to serve (dressed) and be put to good use by my Boss for pleasing the guests and making sure it all went as they had wanted it to. Meaning 12-14 hour days, weekends, and lots of overtime. The casino hosts loved that I had “volunteered” for this assignment and that I promised to give them 110% of my effort and energy.

They were now freed up to chase after the 20-somethings with trust funds and gambling issues that made the house it’s real money. Service is what I live for is what I kept telling myself every time I needed to chase after some wanna be account executive who had too much Pabst beer and boobs and was running around the pool area not properly clothed. Or when the Jacuzzi stopped working in the Penthouse Suite because 30 people were trying to take a bath and have sex in it with Mr Bubble and i needed to make sure they were not “inconvenienced” while waiting for the house plumber.

If this rant makes no sense, please forgive me and send me an email and I will explain!

After a day (or night) filled with all that excitement, i would head home to a waiting Master-Sir and find that he was already in Basketball party mode with a few invited friends and several hotel guests not wanting to party in the sterile confines of a Casino. Wanting to see how the working people of Las vegas celebrated the college playoffs.

I would then be required to slip into my Domestic Servant mode and start to catch up with them. Clean up any messes, make sure they all had drinks. They knew i was there to serve them and to please them and make sure nobody drank and drove. if vanillas were there, Master-Sir would warn me before I got home not to get naked. if not, i would assume it was ok to enter the house, as usual, naked and start looking everything over and seeing if my owner had special requests before I get busy serving. Nothing sexual except this past Sunday. otherwise, it was all serving drinks, cleaning the bathrooms, cooking dinner and serving desserts.

Not that I am complaining. not that a slave complaining would do any good. But it felt like I was burning out and forgetting things (like renewing this domain) because it was one blurry stream of serving, parties and pleasing. Knowing i was going home to a house full of people, maybe most of them I had no idea who they would be, i would have to go in naked and serve them was exciting, erotically humiliating even if there was no sex involved and such a rush.

The first couple of weekends, Miss Evvy was out of town on business, so it was all men. last weekend Miss Evvy was home, she added some femininity to it all plus there was another couple Master-Sir met at the resort He works at and invited them over to watch the games. Everyone got to enjoy Miss Evvy’s BBQ and my domestic service. being from a colder climate, they also loved the warm, clean pool!

Afterward, Master-Sir would give me a kiss and tell me when or if he wanted me upstairs. I would spend a few hours cleaning everything up, hoping to hear His voice calling me up to serve His needs, to maybe have Him finally fuck His slave. but that never came to be. I would just do my duties around the house then go to kneel by His door and wait to be invited in to prepare Him and His room for sleeping. He would use my mouth or my ass then we may talk a bit before falling off to sleep. Him happy and content, me tired, well worked over, and needing something more. But yet, i was oh so happy.

Its Not About the Sex

It is times like these that I truly realize my need to be wanted, to serve, and to please. It’s not sexual, although sex is a really nice side bonus. But this really fed my needs and my desires to please those I am told to please by the man I have promised to honor and to obey. I was worked, I was commanded and I was told to perform.

To please difficult people in difficult situations. Then to go home and strip myself naked in both physical and mental to serve those that were surprised at my ability to please and to serve and who were grateful to my duties.

I was naked, but I was happy. I was not used sexually, but I was Oh So Happy to be used. Master-Sir was proud to display me in front of complete strangers He trusted with our secret and that I was excited that he did that with me, to me. That I was His prized pet, His prized servant, and I was welcomed by those He shared me with.

Tired is nice when it is a well earned tired. I love to be of service and to be needed.

It’s a Trust Thing

March 15, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

This thing we do, being an absolute no limits slave to my Owner is all about trust. And trust is not easy, or maybe I should say it’s not easy to get to this level of obedience without having the same level of trust. The alternative to this, when a slave is at this level of obedience without the trust, is abuse, the one thing many people try to accuse my Owner of being. To them, He has abused me in order to get me to perform “like this”. But they are so wrong.

In January, my Boss/Dom, a man I have come to love, honor, and trust almost as much as my Owner, violated that trust by not being there when His wife interrogated me. By not giving my Owner or myself any real notice or ask if it were ok that His wife do that. By just not being there, by not doing any follow up with me or protecting me from any harm, He violated that trust. So He lost all privileges to me or my slave services.

Read: She Asked, I Answered

I now only see Him at work and interact with Him there is strictly professional except the occasional BlowJob. That helps me as much as it helps Him. I feel submissive and He feels relaxed and boss-like. It was an agreement I asked for and they both approved it. Master-Sir said He may request that I move to another department or another resort if things start to change. So far, all is good. It’s my hope they can work it out and that my Boss/Dom can find a way to get my trust back.

This brings me to another point that Master-Sir and I have recently discussed a lot, talked about, and worked around. Miss Evvy’s brother is staying at her apartment now while she travels and stays here. I clean her apartment on a regular basis because she still has a lot of clothing along with her personal things are there. I want to be that domestic goddess slave that I enjoyed being with my Boss/Dom/.

The problem is that I like to be topless or naked when I’m cleaning. I want to be the slave around the brother or at least let Him know what I truly am. He is also wanting to go out on “dates” with me. Still thinking I am just a wife who likes to have extramarital affairs along with my husband. This is bothering me. I don’t want to be “the wife” because I am not “the wife.”

Miss Evvy doesn’t want her brother to know she is dating a kinky guy and that doing so, she may have also has discovered her kinky side.

Miss Evvy wants her apartment cleaned. Her brother likes coming home to a clean apartment. My Owner wants me to clean the apartment but does not want me to be known as the slutty wife that I am not.

This is not a topic for Miss Evvy and myself to discuss, although she has asked me about it and i have answered on how I feel. But I know and she understands that it’s my Owner who will make the final call and that I trust Him in deciding.

Will Miss Evvy reveal her kinky side to her brother in order to keep her apartment clean and orderly?
Will my Owner make me play the role of the fluffy, sex craved wife and be unhappy but obedient while doing it?

What would you do??

She is Owned