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Post V-Day Reflections

February 26, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Did you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day? My Valentine was not what I expected, or maybe it was and I just never let it be known. I was not even sure how to handle whatever was to come of the day. The single flower and card for the slave while Miss Evvy, His lover, got a full dozen of freshly picked roses. I saw the pictures and I saw her smile. She looked so much in love and happy.

I was depressed for a while until i realized that I was making myself depressed because isn’t that what I was supposed to feel? But it wasn’t me, it didn’t feel right. That emotion at that time did not feel like I should be. . I really wasn’t depressed. My Owner is happy, I am too. She deserved them and she deserved Him. The slave is not there to be pleased. I was the slave and I am the slave.

Read: He Wanted her and I am Ok with That

When i am denied the things I think I should have, like His cock or His total attention and love, I feel empowered and want to do more to prove to myself to be worthy of His attention. Any attention. I have always been like that. When I would serve the people I most respected in my life, when they realized I was there for them and not for any other reason, and they became somewhat dependent on my services or they came to expect them from me, they ignored me personally but thanked and still appreciated my services. I enjoyed that anonymity in a way that is difficult to explain. I was there to serve, to be in the background, and I felt well used by them knowing I was there. Nothing more.

So here I am now, with my own Master to serve, to please and to make sure His life is without Drama or worry. That is my job and my life, the job I have been training for my entire life. being appreciated than discarded like I was after His phone call and sex talk with Miss Evvy. It left me somewhat humiliated, wanting to be her yet I was wet from the use and being discarded after being used for her. I was happy deep inside.

Making Sense?

I’ve been asked several times about that. How I got to this point. The point of accepting another woman into His life and mine? To be honest, Miss Evvy coming into our lives, into my life was so very different than any other that came before her. She is different than any other lady Master-Sir brought into our lives. So my learning to accept her was different and so much easier.

When Master-Sir came home with her juices on His cock and forcing me to suck Him clean, startled me because I had no clue He was courting another lady. I was given no information other than “Here is the pussy you will be cleaning soon.” She had no name yet, but here I was being told she will be His new lover, sex toy, and more important is that she was the lady I will be servicing because He told me to.

R ead: Meeting Miss Evvy

I have never liked other women in that way. It is not in me or in my upbringing to love a woman in a sexual manner. So I don’t. Cleaning Miss Evvy or making sure she is sexually satisfied is being done because I am a slave and my Owner expects me to be pleasing to her and to be of service to her. I enjoy the act of serving, not the act of sexually pleasing another woman.

After Miss Evvy came home after Valentines Day, I was actually very pleased to see her. It was over 2 weeks that she was away and she was anxious to see my Owner as much as I was anxious to see them together and to serve them. Another new feeling, a new point in my relationship with my Owner’s lovers and maybe my Owner himself.

I am a loved slave. Nothing more and I want nothing more.

Seeing 50 Shades of Grey – What Happened to You?

February 24, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

After reading all the horrible reviews of this movie, I wasn’t really sure that I would like it when Master-Sir told me we were going to see it. So I set myself up to be disappointed, maybe even angry. But I would be there for my Owner and smile when He looked my way.

But none of what I read here was in the movie.
I mean, no non-consent, no manipulation by Mister Grey. None of the “abuse” that so many warned us about. Maybe I see “abuse” differently than most.

I saw a movie about a well-intentioned, young and nieve woman who was going to do a roommate a favor and interview the one man who seemed to be the most opposite of her.

Could such a set up be possible? Yes. I remember in college, reading many articles about those hard to nail down executives who don’t normally give interviews. Especially for school newspapers. Yet, they occasionally will throw a small press publication a bone just for fun and giggles to see where it would go.

She enters an office filled with hot ladies that wear skimpy dresses and walk around looking sexy all the time. If my Owner had all that money and power, He said he would definitely look for the best-dressed ladies with the right experience to fill His business up. Why not?? In today’s world, there are a lot of them around and in that environment, the women will do their best to out-sex the other in dressing for work.

As for her falling into this “non-consent” relationship and being manipulated by the all-powerful Mr Grey.. I saw her negotiate her way into the red room. I saw her request to know more, to experience more. She demanded He gives her the worst. I would assume that’s more topping from the bottom than being abused. Right?

My Owner said it best: Most women today forgot or never knew what it was like to enter a relationship without barriers, without baggage, walls or long lists of demands that needed to be met before they could go forward. Her, it was negotiated. The path was laid out and she approved of it

In this case, you had a young woman who was a virgin. Yes, they still do exist. I work with one in my resort. So she has no baggage from a previous bad relationship. She has no barriers put up that the man must break down before moving forward. She was new to it all and wanted to experience it with a man who knew how to do it all. She wanted to see why BDSM was what He said it was.

She Wanted To Properly Learn It All

I would have loved to have lost my virginity to a man who knew what he wanted, knew how to take it, and knew how to make it memorable. Instead, most women lost their cherry to a flunky, misguided, inexperienced high school kid we thought was The One!

She wanted to see if she could enter His world and get Him to come to hers. She was into the power play just as much as He was.

Finally, the real point of it all. If you were a 22-year-old virgin who just spent 4 years and a $100,000 in student loans to sit through classes where the liberal elite professors tried to fill your head with utopian dreams of mush; Your fellow students are now eager to look at unpaid internships, bottom level job prospects (if any jobs at all), suddenly you get a chance to be taken into the real world by a dashing, rich and powerful man who could show you what it all really meant, would you really say no?? I doubt that you would really turn him down…

Anastasia was in full control of the adventure she was on the entire time… She left Him at the end just as it started. On Her terms.

It was a nice, entertaining movie. Now, if you went there to learn about the dark side of BDSM, yes, you were very disappointed. But it was your own fault.

My Owner summed it up best “do you go to a Rambo movie to learn about gun control?? No!! It’s a Movie. Enjoy it” I did. We Did!

Did you get to see it?? Your thought??

He Wanted Her. And I’m Ok with that

February 16, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Valentines Day. The one simple day in the year where my Owner would treat me as His wife or His girlfriend with the traditional bouquet of beautiful flowers, a tear-jerking romantic card, and a nice dinner out.

The words of love would flow, as well as the wine and conversation, followed by a nice night of romantic sex. I was ok with it because this is what Men are supposed to do with the ones they love on this day. I liked it all to a point.

This year, I knew it would be different because of Miss Evvy. She had Master-Sir’s heart on a leash just as much as He had hers. When it looked like she would not be here for that day, they started to talk about it and ways to make it special. He could fly to her. She could fly back here. But in the end, they figured it was too much effort and disturbance to make it happen. They would just let it happen.

Friday came without much of anything being said about His plans, our plans for the day—just the morning blowjob, breakfast, and off to work. About halfway through my day, Master-Sir surprises me with a text. A reservation number He wanted me to check. It turns out master-Sir’s former sex buddy, Diane, is in town. This is the girl who, on our first date, warned me that He was looking for a REAL slave. That if I was playing games, to leave now or be real and enjoy the ride. I really don’t think she ever thought our ride would last ten years!

She was in town with her boyfriend, and they wanted to meet up for dinner, drinks, and whatever. So, at least I knew it was going to be a busy, fun-filled weekend, and I would be able to show off my obedience and love to my Owner to one of His best female buddies, the one lady I credit for our getting together and staying together.

That night, we all went out for dinner, and they talked. We had not seen her in several years, and her new boyfriend seemed like a nice guy, a keeper who seemed to make her happy. However, he was still having issues with a man having a very devout and loving full-time slave plus a girlfriend. Diane loved teasing her boyfriend by making points about what I do and what my Owner does or doesn’t do to me.

They all agreed that I would make them dinner on Saturday night, Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriend asked my Owner what he did about that day. Since he has a girlfriend and a slave, two women on the most romantic night of the year? Master-Sir assured Him He took care of it like a good boyfriend should.

Since they would not be in the same town on that special day, he sent her a large dozen roses and a beautiful card. They will talk on Saturday night after she gets them. So what about his slave? What does he do for her on that day? My Owner has a pretty stock answer for that. His slave will know that she is loved and cared for. That is all he said or would say about the matter.

Loving Master and His slave

Saturday, I was a nervous wreck. I love Diane as much as I can. She was always my go-to when I had a question or a problem about my Owner when we lived in Phoenix. So now she was coming to his house, and I wanted to make sure that she saw how proud my Owner was of His slave. I wanted to show her that I was worthy of being His slave. I wanted to make her happy.

I will write more about the dinner later. I need to get to the call between Miss Evvy and my Owner

Having Diane and her boyfriend here was a great help in keeping me focused. I didn’t think about Valentine’s Day and what it would mean for Master-Sir and Miss Evvy, but I knew that moment would come.

The day started with Master-Sir giving me a nice single rose and a romantic card followed by a very wet kiss. That is all. A flower. A single red rose that had a sparkle to its coloring. It left me sad, confused and a bit happy at the same time. i was confused inside and out.

I always told my Owner not to make a big deal out of it. It’s just a manufactured holiday. All a girl, a slave, needs to know is that He loves me and will care for me. That I am His. That’s all. That is something He makes sure I know every single day otherwise. So why am i feeling betrayed on this one silly day??

Knowing Miss Evvy is getting that big bouquet of roses I would normally receive. I should not be mad, upset or jealous. It’s what I always asked for. Nothing special to be made of His love for me. All I ever get Him is a silly card and a kiss. He never said anything.

I was able to put it to rest, thanked my owner and went about my day preparing for our guests. That nervousness replaced any feelings I had about the flowers. I wanted to make sure Diane knew I was the slave her best friend always imagined. I wanted her to be happy for Him.

After serving them dinner, I kneeled at my owner’s side and was hand-fed by Him. After some drinks out by the pool (it was a warm, beautiful February day for Las Vegas!) Master-Sir excused himself to make a phone call. He grabbed my hair and made me follow Him to the Master bedroom.

Master-Sir dialed His phone, and she answered. Since she has started to travel more, their phone calls have gotten more erotic in tone and wording. Master-Sir has become very proficient in sex talk! He asked about the flowers and the cards, she asked about me, he answered “Oh, I got her a flower and a card. She’s fine”. Nothing more was said about me.

As they talked like two teenagers on a phone date, Master-Sir unbuckled His pants and stepped out of them, pointing to me to pick them up and hang them properly.

As He settled on the bed for what I assumed would be a sweetheart’s talk, He started to stroke His cock. Getting it hard. Then He stopped, looked at me and told Miss Evvy that since she can’t be here for Valentine’s Night of sex if she minds if He used His slave’s mouth place of her “tight, wet pussy?”

Apparently, she said yes because he held the phone away and looked down at me, telling me to point blank that my mouth was going to be used as Her beautiful pussy and to make it real. This was not to be my usual blowjob, and it’s because she is not here. I am being used for their enjoyment, not mine. Erotic Humiliation and sex talk? Yes.

I guess after the flower and the card, His words told me I was going to be HER pussy for a few minutes, and this was between them and not me; I should be angry, upset, or maybe even jealous. But I wasn’t. I was, in a way, happy for Him that I could be there and be her. Suppose that’s what it takes to make Him happy. That is my purpose—his slave.

He pushed my head down on His cock, and they began this long, slow, and steamy conversation about touching and exploring each other’s body that started to work towards her smooth mound and “oh so tight” pussy that was wet with anticipation. it was like I was hearing an erotic novel being played out as His firm hand held my head in place while He moved His hard cock up and down in my throat. I was not to do anything but be there for the climax. To be her for His cumdump.

Since they began this relationship and Miss Evvy became comfortable with me being their clean-up doll and sex servant, they both have become very vocal in their sexcapades. But this was new to me. Hearing Master-Sir talk to her like a porn novel coming to life while breathing heavily and forcing His cock deeper into my throat.

Finally, I felt the impending ejaculation. I still was not allowed to do anything as He held my head tightly as I swallowed and licked what I could. Trying to get a full breath of air. My fingers found my spot, and I was wet. I mean soaking wet.

My own body again was not reacting like I thought it would or should. Thinking back I can now see why I was so wet and wanting. The erotic humiliation, the verbal abuse, the sex talk between them, with me being used as a long-distance pussy?

As it all ended and He came down from His romantic high, my Owner’s voice returning to normal and their talk becoming like friends, He released the grip on my head and pointed to the closet. I was still shaking from it all but responded properly by training. I got up and finished swallowing His large load and what may have slipped on my chin. I fetched my Owner’s pants and helped Him dress as he ended the call.

He breathed a heavy breath, smiled at me, gave me a kiss, and told me I could masturbate before returning downstairs. He left without saying another word or seeing if I did, in fact, masturbate. for the record, I did ..

Then I wanted to cry. Not sure why. it wasn’t a painful type of cry I wanted. I just wanted to release some energy, some pent-up feelings. My masturbation session was wonderful, hard, and exciting. I got out the wand and my favorite attachment, then worked it into myself with a furry as I recalled their phone call, wanting it to be me He was exploring, His hands were feeling me up, and it was me. His cock had entered and filled. But it wasn’t, I kept seeing Miss Evvy as I worked the machine in me. it was just this piece of plastic humming and working itself deeper into my pussy, making me want to come with a vengeance while still thinking about her pleasing Him. And I did.

I never did really cry. I just finished up, relaxed for a minute then headed for my bathroom to make sure i looked presentable to return to our guests. Smiling because my masturbation was Her. Not me. I was using myself as Her sex toy.

At the night’s end, I was allowed to sleep with Master Sir. We kissed, we cuddled, we said our love to each other and meant them all. Master-Sir asked if I was happy with the day. I explained about the card and the flower. We talked about that and what it all meant and what each of us was thinking.

Ultimately, I was happy that He got His day of love with His friends and His girlfriend. I got my day to be of dedicated service to Him. We got what we both wanted. It is indeed a new life we are exploring..

Strange what we learn to love and appreciate. For a slave, it’s never about her. In the end, it’s about making your Owner happy. And I did. So I am happy.

Our Guilty Pleasure

February 11, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir and I have one guilty pleasure that we share and it is ours alone. No Miss Evvy, no friends, no one else but us. The Showtime show “Shameless”.

Last night, Master-Sir made sure my chores were done, He was fed and served His after dinner beverage. While he was making His nightly call to Miss Evvy, I made sure the dishes were done, kitchen was clean and Master-Sir’s house was as perfect as He demands it to be. I turn down the lights and wait for His patting of the seat cushion on the couch next to Him. Yes, I’m being allowed on the couch, to curl up next to my Owner and enjoy several hours of uninterrupted time to catch up on the very funny, very not friendly friendly show on Showtime with William Macy.

Normally when its time to watch a movie or a TV show, i am busy worshipping Master-Sir’s cock, sitting on the floor facing Him while holding His drink or just not able to watch an entire program because He or Miss Evvy have me doing slave things. But this is a show Master-Soir and I watch when the world is closed away. Thanks to our DVR, Master-Sir waited until several episodes are in the hopper and Miss Evvy is away. It’s our little guilty pleasure. Our time as Man and woman-slave, Husband and slave-wife. I never forget that I am a slave first and a wife when need to be and a woman by birth. But a slave in my heart.

Afterward it was one last run through the house to make sure it was proper then off to the Master Bedroom. master-Sir said that i could sleep with Him tonight. I am a happy slave. We cuddle, we kiss, we fall asleep. I wake up smiling.. A happy life I have.

Thank you for all your comments and emails. I enjoy sharing my life with you. Your public comments are also welcomed as are your private ones.

Miss Evvy Turns Another Page

February 8, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Sorry, it’s going to be a long one, but what happened last night just shook me to the core and got me excited, nervous and happy all at the same time… Hope it all makes sense. If not, just ask in the comments and I will try to answer!

She and Master-Sir decided to go out on a date night. She has been working a lot and flying in and out of town, not really having much time for Master-Sir and for me to keep up with her needs and all that. So they decided one night out, a nice dinner, maybe a movie or a show. Leave the slave at home.

For one strange night, i was left at home with nothing to do. seriously. Everything I needed to do or could do was done. i was on my own for entertainment. (Thank You FetLife and my dear loved ones there).

Oh, Miss Evvy surprised me as she and Master-Sir were about to leave. She had a new butt plug for me. Something she has never done before. Master-Sir told me to obey as she waited for me to get some lube and have her insert it into my ass. As she was pushing it in, telling me not to remove until I am told to. For any emergency where I needed to take it out before, i was to text her and ask permission. A new, bold step in our growing relationship.

Master-Sir gave me a kiss and they were off.

I never heard a word or a text from them for several hours. then I got the text that they were just around the corner. They came into the house arm in arm, giggling like two school kids who just had their first kiss behind the playground! I greeted them naked and kneeling near the front door. They petted me, said hello and she ordered “Bitch-slave, two glasses of wine out on the patio. NOW” as they walked by me. the patio is next to the pool.

Once the shock wore off, quickly got up, opened the wine and properly delivered them two glasses of wine. Miss Evvy was already topless and they were still smiling and holding each other, looking all in love and a little intoxicated. I was curious, jealous as hell and getting excited at what may soon happen here with us.

I was ordered to kneel in front of both of them as they talked about their night and some of what they talked about. They talked about my recent problems with my Boss/Dom and His wife and all that. But she went straight to the point. She was about to leave town again on an extended trip. She realized all this talk and flirting made my Owner horny while this is the week of her period. meaning she was not wanting sex. So she looked at me and went on a lecture.

She was wanting a night of just relaxing with her lover. But he needed to get rid of that hard-on, so she wanted me to know that “You Owner will fuck you in the ass. Lube or not, I don’t care and I guess it really doesn’t matter since your a slave and he is your Owner. He can fuck you any way He wants”

She loves to remind me that SHE is His lover and all I am is a slave to serve. Pain or no pain. Just no pleasure for the slave.

She went on: “I am going in to see if I can find a Big Bang episode to watch while he uses you. I just want to make sure you know that He is fucking you for no other reason than to get his rocks off. No lovey dovery shit. Just going to fuck the slave, cum and find me to relax the rest of the night. that is all.”

This direct, no-frills, ultra humiliation lecture was kind of new for her and I think it was more the alcohol talking than Her, but i was loving the degrading.

” After He is done with you and you have properly cleaned your Owner up with your mouth, I want you to come to me and thank me for the honor. After that, I have some things I need for you to do before we go to bed. Understand?”

I could not get the “Yes Miss Evvy” out fast enough and not even sure I said it properly as she got up, kissed my Owner and walked into the house. My owner smiled and pointed to where he wanted His slave as he started to get undressed. Master-Sir was saying something to me, but I was not understanding, i was getting myself ready and wanting His cock wherever he wanted it.

I did hear Him ask me if I enjoyed being talked to like that by her? I told Him it was new, but yes, it turned me on. i felt embarrassed yet excited being told by His girlfriend on how I was to be used and how she wanted me to thank her for it. As I answered, i felt His large cock dip into my pussy. I knew I was wet. But that did not last as He told me to open my ass up as He pulled out from one hole and aimed for the tighter one. Knowing it was going to hurt, i tried to relax, but knowing the pain was coming made me tighten up more. He knows this and loves that I do this to myself. Master-Sir likes to just push, lean in and shove His cock into my tightened ass with one strong push. Causing me some pain and I let out a loud yelp. He laughed, hoping Miss Evvy heard that. Now my pain was to become her pleasure?? Hmm… ”

He just went to fucking my sore hole without stopping. He fucked His slave hard and painful. Telling me that this was for Him and not for me. To enjoy the pain. As soon as He had unloaded inside me, he pulled out. No wait. No relax. He just pulled it ut and pulled my hair around so my mouth was now on His wet and dirty cock I needed to lick and suck clean quickly because he wanted to get back to her. Yes, verbal humiliation a I did my best to make Him presentable. Then ordering me into the house to finish what She told me to do. I was sent away without much more than a pointed finger and the feel of His cum running down my leg.

My mind was whirling with emotions, feelings and thoughts of what awaits me in the living room. Where is all this headed?? What if I leak onto the floor? She saw me crawling to her side as she turned the TV off. I kissed her feet and thanked her for letting me be used for her pleasures. She smiled, laughed, and told me I was a good girl. I’m still not sure I like to hear that from her. But too much was happening for me to think about it.

She told me what I needed to do before bed. Clean up my mess on the floor. clean up the wine glasses, their clothes on the floor out by the pool. Stuff I already knew I was to do. But she wanted to tell me to do it all. Then I was to do my bathroom duties. When done, I was to kneel at the doorway to my owner’s bedroom, i was not allowed to enter it tonight. I was to wait outside the door and tell her I was ready for bed.

Master-Sir was at the door, listening. he smiled, told me to obey, kissed me on the lips and took her hand to walk up to the master bedroom. Every time i say I was never more confused, it seems I really wasn’t. The next event would be more confusing to me than the last. This was one of those moments.

My owner just let His girlfriend dictate what SHE wanted HIS slave to do and He was ok with that. He kissed me good night while He took Her hand to walk up to the bedroom, leaving me alone with chores she said I needed to do and a still burning ass from the rough fuck a few minutes ago. Yet the glow on my backside and the glow in my cheeks were probably the same. I was happy, hurt, excited and jealous. But I also had my orders i needed to finish before they went to sleep. The longer I kept them up, the more a punishment was sure to follow.

Moving quickly to clean up then off to my bathroom for a last chance to pee and brush my teeth. I was soon kneeling at the entryway to their bedroom. I could see their shadows on the bed as I softly let them know i was there, that I was ready for bed. All I heard was Miss Evvy telling me to get to my room, she would be there in a minute. She then told my Owner she would be right back. he told her to hurry up. But said nothing to me. I was ignored by my Owner as I was being commanded by His girlfriend.

Normally i am just sent off to my bedroom so they can have some privacy. or on those rare occasions master-Sir is in a mood, he will lock me in my bedroom and tell me to sleep quietly until morning when he will unlock the door. Never had I had her do any of that. She normally will ask Master-Sir to “Please do something with your slave” She enjoys ignoring me and talking to me thru my owner.

She ordered me into my bed, telling me that she will wake me in the morning in time to serve my Owner and fix them breakfast. Until then, she doesn’t want to hear a peep out of me. Ok? I responded with my usual “Yes Miss Evvy” . She gave a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door as I heard the lock click as my lights went out.

I went to bed too excited or nervous to sleep. the evolution of Miss Evvy took another turn. 4 months ago, she was wondering how a full grown, married woman could let Her husband date another woman and how I could be this horrible slave. Now she was trying her hand at being the commanding one, telling the wife what to do and how her husband was using her ass just for sexual relief and not for my enjoyment. Her ability to sexually humiliate me and see that I am kept as the slave, not as a woman, like I am.. is growing.

I found myself masturbating to the new events and what she may be wanting to try next while I yet not sure if I want this to continue to grow and change the dynamics of my Master/slave relationship. Those fears are coming back. But for last night, in the darkness, I found my fingers enjoying the feel of my pleasure as I thought about the adventures to come and of what just happened in the last 90 minutes.

As promised and without a minute to spare before my bladder burst, i heard the lock click and the door open. Miss Evvy opened the door smiling, telling me good morning. Hope i slept well alone. because she sure had a wonderful sleep with a handsome man to curl up to and a big cock that now needs some oral servicing by His slave. So I better hurry with my morning rituals because she can’t wait to see what I am making them for breakfast.

I responded with my new familiar “Yes Miss Evvy” as she allowed me to run to the bathroom to start my day of serving them.

Miss Evvy is growing and loving the new her. I think i can grow to love the new her

I am a lucky slave…

She Asked, I Answered

January 22, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Today started out as my normal Thursday. I get Master-Sir up, fed and off to work. Then I was allowed to get dressed and get over to my Boss/Dom’s house and start my usual Thursday cleaning. But as I entered the garage where I usually strip naked, I saw Her car there. His wife was home. His car was not there. This was no not normal and it scared me. So I quickly placed a call to my Boss/Dom to find out what was up.

He answered, was short and to the point that things happened between them that he was not going to get into right now. But He told me to just go in the house and do my job. If she asks any questions, to be honest and not hide anything. He said that she knows I am more than just a maid and he hung up.

I entered the house and saw the wife in the kitchen having a cup of coffee and looking out over the pool while surrounded by a bunch of paperwork. I walked slowly and quietly to the pantry to get my supplies before she stopped me and called me into the kitchen. I think that’s when my knees started to shake. Armed with my bucket, mop and other supplies, i came to her side.

She said that they had a conversation. She wanted to know what I would say my status was? What exactly I do here on Thursday? I said that I clean the house. She already knows I give her husband a blowjob occasionally since she hates them. She was always ok with that. But what more was I supposed to tell her?

She started to tell me what I do there. Clean Her house from top to bottom. I do her laundry, fold it properly and put it away. I also give her husband a blowjob during lunch. Holding a stack of the bills in front of her, she asked about the pool cleaner and the water bottle guy? Do I give them blowjobs too? I wasn’t sure what to respond with other than a simple “yes”. She actually thanked me for that. She was wondering why her friend’s water delivery service and pool maintenance bills went up the first of the year and hers did not. Also, she had a curiosity about why she never had an issue scheduling appointment to get the cable or Internet fix or adjusted. Now she knows!

She looked at me and smiled. I was confused with the “Thank You” she gave me. I guess a blowjob from the fluffy maid pays off for the lady of the house too! After that, she apologized for holding me up. She figured I had a routine and with her being there was unexpected and it was throwing me off. Maybe too, that the questions may be scaring me. She was right about scaring me. She just needed to know.

As I said good bye to her and started to walk away, she stopped me again. Asking me if i wasn’t supposed to be naked or topless or something like that? I dropped everything in shock and humiliation. Now I needed to know what this was all about. Polity asking her to tell me what all they had talked about me and why?

Some of her lady friends were playing golf and they were talking about how things got more expensive this year. How their pool bills and the other bills they have to maintain their large homes in a gated community kept going higher. Except hers were not and she uses the same services. So she asked her husband. He told her that maybe I was giving them the same service I give him since the wife will not. She asked if he thought that the maid was having sex with the pool boy? She remembered that i was fluffy and not His type, so she never worried about him and i having sex other than the blowjob. But would the pool man and the water delivery man find me sexually appealing enough to do me and to give her a discount? (another one who thinks fluffy women are not sexual creatures) .

By now I was feeling rejected, embarrassed and angry. This is not the humiliation that I crave. far from it. This was bordering on insulting and degrading, but I wanted to hear her out. She tried to apologize for how crude it was sounding. That i needed to remember that she was part of the gated community and they all have a lower opinion of other people outside the fence. Right, Bitch. I so wanted to tell her everything, that he does in fact fuck me and has anal sex with me because she is a cold bitch. But I bit my tongue, wanting to talk to my Owner about this.

She said she was late for a spin class or a yoga class or something and needed to go. She hoped I had a great day and to get myself back to work. I was pissed so I called my owner and discussed this with Him. He asked if i was ok. I was, just really upset. He asked how i would feel if he came over to get me or met me at home? I was not sure, but knew I would feel upset if i did not at least clean the main part of the house (the OCD in me!). I asked Master-Sir if I could finish my basic house cleaning and leave before my Boss/Dom got home for lunch.

Master-Sir said for me to do that and that He would talk to my Boss/Dom. For me to finish what i needed to, go home afterward and wait for Him. I did and here I wait.

Back to Normal??

January 11, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

So the new year started out pretty good I thought. Master-Sir’s favorite Uncle was here while Miss Evvy was away. That change added to the excitement. we all had fun, I served, they enjoyed.

When she returned, the Uncle went away and I suddenly got sick. I mean the deep chills, the sweats, and the coughing that would just not stop. So much so that I was not allowed to properly serve Miss Evvy or my Owner the night she came back to town. They put me to bed and locked me in my room.

Later, the Doc said it was something nasty going around,. The flu, only worse. Cured only with serious Bed rest, antibiotics, etc. In other words, the slave was out of order for awhile.

It’s been an amazing week being homebound, bed rest and no Internet. or not much time or even having the feeling to go online. So I missed everyone but being disconnected also helped.

With me not able to serve, He had others serve me, yuck. I have never liked being served, i always want to be the one serving them. Especially Master-Sir. He needed a slave. Always needs a slave!

me being sick brought people to visit. That was something I was not expecting. Master-Sir made it known that after the first couple of days I was home alone and in need of rest in the morning, but was going bat crazy in the afternoon and maybe needed some company. That invite came with a notice. i was off-limits to serving but could use some cheering up. Even Master’s best friend Fred stopped by during the day. Not wanting sex or any other services. He just came to bring me over some of His wife’s homemade chicken soup and he kept me company. To talk, as I cough and eat every last licking drop of that wonderful soup!

On the night’s Miss Evvy was here, i could hear them having fun, then having sex. But I wasn’t there to help to prepare or to clean up, I wanted to but Master-Sir forbids me to leave my room. I felt sad, lonely, and forgotten. I know I wasn’t but not being there made me have those bad feelings.

Jason stopped by as well as others from work and who i have served in the past. Nice to see friends, felt weird not serving them or being naked or kneeling. Just stay in bed and let them come to me with food, gifts and lots of talk!

Now, today is first day I’m wide awake, up and out of bed!

Master-Sir rewarded me with a messy house to clean and a cock that had Miss Evvy’s aroma on it needing to be sucked and I loved it all!! I loved being back to myself, being able to serve, being able to be used and to restart my New Year right!

Thank you All who called, text-ed, emailed and stopped over. I love you All!! And GO PACKERS!!!!

The Holiday with my Men to serve

January 3, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

New Years Eve. It has always been a special night for us. This year it was made extra special by the visit of my Owner’s favorite Uncle. the man I have written about in the past who hated me in the beginning until he found out I was actually a slave to His favorite nephew.

Miss Evvy is still away on business and family. Master-Sir talks to her via internet chat nightly and they text constantly. She is always asking about how i am being used and abused in some form or another. I think she has embraced that side of herself she never knew she had. I will pick her up at the airport on Monday and life will again change for me.

Uncle-Sir arrived the day before Christmas. As usual, I was sent to pick Him up and this time my dear Uncle-Sir had a new game to play. A trip to the mall. He is here for a little over a week and other than morning wakes up with my Owner, X-Mas Eve I sleep with my Owner and New Years’ Eve I sleep with my Owner. The rest of the time when I am not working, I belong to Uncle Sir and He loves to rule my life in great detail. So this trip He wants “His” slave in nice make-up. Stuff i could never afford nor master-Sir probably would normally approve of.

After 2 hours in some chair at the Department store, being told how to apply $200 worth of this girlie stuff that reminded me of my days in retail (eeewww…), we were finally off to the house and Uncle -Sir to return to normal. He immediately laid down His law with me as he is allowed to. Collar on, butt plug in and everything shaved baby butt smooth. But first i am immediately leashed and pulled to the ground while He inspects my “holes”.

That usually has Him so worked up I am immediately fucked doggie-style on the dining room floor I just recently polished and shined. Uncle-Sir is yelling commands at me while pumping hard and fast. i can’t hear a thing and I know what is next. The worst thing a Dom could do to a neat clean slave like me. He leaves me there. After He cums and pulls out. Letting Himself drip onto the floor, He likes to leave me in the doggie position with His cum dripping out of me while He goes to get a beer. The last beer he will get himself the rest of His stay. yes, all I can think about is the mess I am making on the clean floor and how Master-Sir hates messes on His clean floor.

What’s worse is that as this is happening, Master-Sir pulls into the garage and walks into the house. The first thing he sees is His slave on all fours and dripping cum. He laughs at Uncle Sir, they joke about what I am probably thinking and wanting to do. They are right. i just want to turn around and lick up the mess and get the floor clean again. Then apologize to my owner fo the mess that I made.

Uncle-Sir soon gives me the command to clean up and get “us Men” some dinner. I quickly turn around, lick up my mess on the floor, kiss Uncle-Sir on the feet and kiss my Owner’s feet welcoming Him home.

Thus my 10 day slave life from hell begins – with a smile that will be there the full ten days. This is what I live for, to serve and be loved by those I serve.

Without direct permission, I never left Uncle-Sir’s side. When in the house or with kink friends, i was on a leash, always naked. when not working, I was his chauffeur, his cum dump (the man is extra horny this time). I went with him to meet friends, get his medication, make Him meals, and generally clean after Him. I made His meals and was only allowed to eat what he fed me from His plate to me sitting on the floor at His side (in the house). He would cuddle me at night and had a tight grip on my boobs when he fell asleep. I was allowed to leave His side in the morning to wake up my Master-Sir and offer my holes to Him.

Uncle-Sir picked out my clothing with great detail and a lot of thought, approved of my make-up or made me correct it before allowing me to leave for my job. I was His TV remote control and of course beer runner and waitress.

With my Owner’s lack of control over me and the fact that I was spending most of my time with His Uncle, He was being deprived and instead of a morning blowjob, he wanted a hard fuck or anal sex. He has fucked His slave more in those ten days than in the last 3 months and I loved it!!

It was fun to go out with these two wonderful men to shows and events. They would go to dinner and allow me to sit between them and hear them talk about life, things they remember and things they want to do together. Two best friends having fun and sharing a slave. I was so well loved and felt so well used. But so tired at the end of His trip!

Master-Slave Traditions

Master-Sir has always made it a point for us to be alone on X-Mas Eve. I know I am not supposed to do it, but I do find Him a small gift and a card I give to Him that night. he gives me something I always want; Him.

Uncle-Sir made himself scarce, Master-Sir made a fire in the fireplace and laid out wine, crackers, a thick quilt with some romantic music playing with candles lit. He put some oil on His hands and rubbed His slaves body all over and made this girl feel all soft and pretty. Than He slow fucked me like nothing He normally does. There is just a loving, lusty playful motion He goes thru and I am not allowed to assist or to help. He just has me as His toy fluffy rag doll.

New Years Eve, I am summoned to His bedroom at 11:45 pm. (if not already there) He welcomes His slave to the New Year while fucking me, looking out the windows and watching the fireworks down on the strip. After the last display on the Strip, We kiss, I suck Him clean and go down to join the party already in progress.

We have done this each and every year since I have been Owned/Married. Never missed one X-mas or New Years Eve.

Miss Evvy returns home on Monday and Uncle Sir will head to Phoenix on Tuesday.

I hope each and every one of you had a wonderful Merry Christmas and a blessed new year. I know I did!

She is Owned