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The Conversation: Part Two

November 9, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

It was interesting to have my Owner’s older brother figure out His younger brother is a kinky MF’er! So now both His brothers know, but neither one told the other yet…

Once I gave Him that goodnight blowjob, The older brother was hooked! Before we left, He asked if he could stay with us while attending the SEMA convention. He originally planned to stay at a resort and visit us for dinner and events. Of course, Master Sir said, “Hell, Yes!”

SEMA is a huge aftermarket automotive convention here in Las Vegas.

After picking Him up from the airport, we went out to dinner. In a booth in the back of our favorite restaurant, I sat between my men/Master’s. As I expected, he had a thousand questions He wanted answered, but we had to be careful in public, so we talked a little here and there about how He gets to use me for whatever he needs to be done.

We left there and went to our house. As usual, I enter and immediately take off my clothes. Master Kevin stood there and watched with a surprised look on His face. Master informed him, “Slaves are kept naked in my house.” I continued.

Once I was naked, I knelt at His feet and kissed them, welcoming Him into my Owner’s house. For Him, the surprises just keep coming!

Master-Sir made me stand in the middle of the living room as if I were being inspected. I guess I was. My hands were behind my head, and my legs were shoulder-width apart. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. That was the rule for the week.

Master-Sir started to explain my body to His brother—my hair, how I like it to be pulled and make me kneel for a blowjob.

My saggy breasts. He can play with them, pinch them, and pull on them. Master-Sir told Him where he could find some nipple clamps and other toys (or ask me to bring them to Him).

Master-Sir rubbed my clit to get me excited and moaning before removing His hand and showing His Brother how best to play with me and not make me cum.

The Brother had a huge smile on His face as His hand reached between my legs to agree with my Owner. I was getting wetter the more they played with me and talked about me, and they also ignored me. He was shocked at how smooth I was.

Master-Sir had me turn around and then bend over; I spread my butt cheeks apart as he talked about the butt plug as well as how to properly fuck a sloppy pussy. (the butt plug helps).

I guess for the humiliation aspect of it, Master-Sir made me hold my ass open a while longer as they talked about other things before I was sent off to get them cold beers.

That’s when he asked about the dog bowls and the dog bed. Both items are for me to use, so Master-Sir explained how I am to be hand-fed.

His brother was shocked by how much this was more than he ever expected. He was only familiar with Master/slave on the Internet or in the movies. He didn’t realize there was this entire world where it is really lived 24/7.

When I returned, the men were sitting on the recliners. I knelt to serve each of their beers before kneeling beside my owner’s chair.

The Brother had a pretty good bulge in His shorts as they talked. Master-Sir told Him to take me into His bedroom and “do something”. The brother grabbed me by the hair and made me crawl to the guest bedroom behind him. The man learns fast!

He began asking me for something, and I politely stopped him. I need to be told, not asked, what he wants. As long as I am not harmed or arrested for it, I will do as he tells me to.

He just wanted to fuck me doggie style and pull my hair as he came. And He did! It was a fun ride as His cock kept going almost all the way out before plunging back into my hole while He pulled my hair.

He kept moaning and saying how wonderful this was. Better than the “skinny bitch I married”.

The faster he went, the harder he fucked. I was into never-never land quickly when I asked Him if “This slave can cum, sir?”. Hearing me ask, I felt His cock seem to grow a little more when He said I could., He wanted to listen to a woman cum. And I did!

As I was coming down from my orgasm, He was already pumping my pussy with His cum. Catching His breath, He started to pull out. So I quickly turned around to suck Him clean. Another shocking moment in His learning curve. I love to lick and clean the wet cock that just fucked me.

Later that night and each night after that, I would finish my evening chores, then go into His room to see if he needed anything or wanted to use me for anything. Apparently, He found he could sleep better after he had a blowjob.

My Owner enjoyed hearing when and how His brother used me.

In the morning, I made breakfast for them both; he liked choosing my clothing for the day and then fucking me doggie style before allowing me to get dressed. I had noticed that every day, he got better and took longer to cum. <smiles>

Usually, I am supposed to wear a butt plug to work. However, with all that I am doing at the office to prepare for the F1 race, I am doing a lot of walking and moving around. Wearing a Butt Plug would make that more complex and awkward. So, He allowed me to go without this week.

The Brother would ride with me to work, then catch the monorail to the convention center. Like my Owner, He liked me to drive with my top open or down and my boobs on display until we got close to my work.

After work, He liked to watch me strip as I entered Master-Sir’s office then slap my ass as he commanded “Get the men’s dinner started”. He tried to sound like some master from a horrible pornHub video! It was so cute!

Every night, He had me type up some notes he made at the show for his job. I also answered some of His business emails for him. He and my Owner sat and talked or watched television. He really liked that part! He was really getting into having this all-purpose-made/slave at His beck and call!

Master-Sir would offer me to Him to lay on the couch and worship His cock while watching a game or talking about life. He enjoyed that as He also played with my boobs, pinching my nipples and then not allowing me to have an orgasm. (Grr..)

Friends came to visit, and occasionally, I was casually led out of the room for them to use me. When we had food delivery, I gave the delivery man a blow job as if he was expecting it (He was).

The Brother was always amazed at how we lived like this without any problems, That a woman could enjoy being “used like this” and not feel abused or offended.

( we had several of those conversations about submission and how I actually craved it) It was indeed a full-time, 24/7 life for us.

He often commented on how a woman like myself was so comfortable in my body and myself that I was so happy being naked as I was serving them drinks, getting fucked, or Him beating my ass just because He wanted to.

I enjoyed being in silent mode. It gave them time to catch up on life and family matters and be honest about certain family issues. He spent a lot of time talking about his 15-year marriage and how/why it failed (communication).

He said that he would make sure to make the family be a little more hospitable when we visit. Master-Sir would tell their other brother it’s okay to talk to the other brother and have open communication between the three of them. There would be no secrets anymore.

On the final night, He finally took my last hole. Even Master-Sir was surprised That He waited until the end to fuck my ass.

Looking back, it was comical. After an enema, I knelt at the edge of the bed, waiting for directions. He snapped His fingers as He pointed to the bed. Telling me He wanted my head down, ass up. I loved how easily He now commanded me!

He started to fuck my pussy for lubricant as he was debating if he/how he should. As I felt Him pull out, I smiled. When I felt the head of His cock on my tight hole, He stopped for a moment. I started to beg and cheer Him on. “Yes, Yes, Please Sir”

That’s what it took. He pushed straight in, groaning as He pushed all of His cock into my tight hole till I felt His balls hit my pussy. He needed to catch His breath as I howled a little to get the pain out as I thanked Him.

He finally called me “Bitch slave” as he was proud of Himself, just pushing Himself to the hilt. Not having to ask permission and not worrying about my comfort. He did ask me if I was ready for more. (Hell Yes Sir)

As with other Anal Virgins. He was very vocal about how tight it felt and how they wished they could have this more often. Calling me Bitch slave as he pulled in and out with force, not slowing down until he started to cum. Telling me, “Take it all, slave.” I smiled as I was also on the cusp of an orgasm. I was hearing him act like He was a real Dom!

The following morning, one more blowjob, then off to the airport. Master-Sir reminded Him that he was welcome back anytime. And anytime, I am His to use.

I smiled and kissed Master-Sir for giving me the honor to serve Him/them.

The Conversation. Part One

November 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Several weeks ago, Master-Sir and I returned to Chicago for my sister-in-law’s funeral (my brother’s wife). We spent three nights with my brother and one night at His family’s house.

On the final night, we were having dinner with my Owner’s family, and His mother was kind enough to invite my brother for dinner as well.

After dinner, my brother and I moved with everyone else to the living room for the family to go down memory lane. I took my usual spot on the floor before my Owner, who was sitting in a recliner.

After some time, His older brother Kenny went outside for a smoke. He tapped my Master on the shoulder, wanting him to follow him out, and then he tapped me on the head and motioned for me to follow Him as well.

Curiosity got to us. We all went outside. He continued walking from the back patio into the backyard, away from the house. Both Master-Sir and I weren’t sure what was going on. He usually smokes on the rear deck.

There, away from everyone else, He started to pace and acted a little nervous before going on a long tangent about us.

“I always knew there was something I was missing about you two. Something never made sense. And then it all fell into place tonight, and now I felt pretty stupid.”

He never gave us a chance to respond.

Looking at me, “I had you figured all wrong, sweetheart, and now I am sorry for how I have treated you all these years. Hell, the entire family had you pegged wrong, girl, and I apologize the best that I can and hope to somehow make it up to you.”

Master-Sir finally stopped His rant and demanded in a brotherly fashion to please explain what in the hell he was talking about.

“You two are kinky people. That’s the best I can explain it. Kinky. That isn’t good, but I never caught on to it until tonight. Then it all made sense when our mother invited your brother (looking at me) to dinner. Watching him, I saw that it went from 50/50 to 99%. I still could not really understand it, then this evening, in the living room, I saw what you did, and I went, “Dah?””

We were both still scratching our heads and, again, looking at me. “Please understand where I am coming from. When we met you, you were not anywhere near what we were used to seeing my brother with. He dates prom queens and gorgeous women. We, the family, thought you had some serious dirt on him for making him marry….. I’ll just say, and I apologize for it. A woman like you.”

He continued while still pacing. “We were seriously wondering where you have the love child or whatever stashed. But you don’t. No, I saw it tonight. It’s a kinky connection. And I apologize for how we, er… me, have treated you all this time.”

Master-sir was still not getting all this.

The rant continued. “Look, we all get a little curious about how, when you are here, I never see the bottom of my coffee cup. You always make sure my cup, his cup, and anyone else around us have their coffee refilled before they really need it. I don’t know how you do it, but I, um, we love it. You are a kick-ass waitress.. When sitting around drinking beer, it’s the same thing. I never see the bottom of my bottle because you always have a fresh, cold one waiting for me.”

My Owner’s response. “Your point?”

He looks at us. “OK, this morning, my brother is going to shower. You (me), while he is in the shower, you made the bed, cleaned the room, and laid out His clothes. When he returns, you head downstairs, stopping at the bathroom to make sure everything is put back in place before heading down to help our Mom with breakfast. You even beat our sister down there. You help prep and do the cleanup. Worst of all, the thing that pisses the family off, you do it all with a fucking smile.”

He finally takes a breath.

“This evening, your brother comes over, and I start to piece it together, and he confirms it. You (me) help mom with dinner, and you set the table. You make sure your brother, my brother, and our father, who is sitting at the head of the table, are all served food before anyone, including you, before you sit down to serve yourself. “

I still do not understand his rambling.

He continues. I wish I could add the Chicago accent! “I saw it before and never really thought anything of it. But with your brother here, you served Him as well. That’s what made me connect the dots.”

He’s still pacing and choking on his cigarette.

“Then we move to the living room. You (me) just casually sit at my brother’s feet as you always do. You do it so naturally, as if it’s normal, that you do it without even thinking. I’m guessing it is. But that is not normal for me or any other married male. If there are no other seats, my wife, sorry, now ex-wife, may opt to sit on the floor, wherever there is room. But you never change. You sit at the feet of your husband, or if He’s not there, your brother. Even if a chair is available, you will sit on the floor. “

Ok, you caught me! I like to sit at His feet.

“Then, after some time of everyone talking, I look over, and you (me) put two fingers on His arm and then look up at Him. He nods, and you get up to go to the bathroom. That was your way of asking for permission to use the bathroom quietly. Right? You return, and you lean in to whisper something to my brother. I’m assuming you are thanking him for letting you use the bathroom. That’s just awesomely kinky!” and He smiles at us.

Now, it is starting to make a little sense.

“I’m just an old, formerly married man who lives in the vanilla world. We had sex on a regular basis, almost like it was on the calendar or something. And always with the lights off. On a good night, I may get a blowjob from her, but only if she wanted to or it was a special event, birthday, or something. My brother? He lives in the 50 shades of kink. I think you’re both more than 50 shades thing type of a master-slave marriage. Isn’t it?”

He was proud of that fact. He figured it all out!

Master-Sir smiled, looked at me, and then at his brother. “My dear, wonderful brother of mine, may I introduce you to my obedient slave?” He then pointed me to face his brother directly.

“Now, slave, show my brother how obedient you are.”

I smile at Him as I unbutton my blouse, open it, and unhook my bra. My big, saggy boobs fell out, and I smiled at Him while holding my blouse open.

I think his eyes popped out of their sockets. “Holy fuck, they are big. I mean, sorry, they are, um, beautiful. I just have never seen them that big in real life before. Dam, girl!”

I looked at him in his beautiful steel gray eyes: “Thank You, Sir. And may I add that your brother still dates some of the most beautiful women I have ever been allowed to meet.”

Master-Sir tapped me, and I buttoned back up. Master-Sir was smiling, if not laughing, at His brother’s reaction.

My Master continues, “Now, you want more proof. Stick your hand up her skirt. You’ll find she is commando, shaved smooth, and probably pretty wet. Go for it.”

He looked at his brother, then at me, and nervously did as requested. I felt his cold, shaking fingers slowly find my warm, wet spot. “No panties?” He asks as He looks at His brother.

“No, Sir, I am not allowed to wear them, Sir,”

He was still looking down at his arm as His hand was in my skirt, and three fingers were slowly finding their way up my wet pussy.I could feel the palm of his hand resting on my baby-smooth mound.

He pulled them out as soon as they got wet, as if I had done something to them. I grabbed His hand and put the wet fingers into my mouth to lick them off while smiling into his eyes. I guess I still know how to tease.

Master-Sir broke the silence. “So that you know, she also gives the world’s best blow jobs. If you ever want one, go for it. Ah, don’t ask her for one; tell her you want one. She will obey your words as if they were mine.”

I look at Master. “Yes, Sir.”

He looked at me as if he were hearing some foreign language. “I can just tell her what I want, and she will do it?”

My Master filled in the basic rules: keep it private, not harm the slave, do not expose the slave, etc. “Keep those rules in mind, and I have no problem with you using my slave.”.

I smiled at him to assure him it was okay. He looked frightened, not sure what to say or do.

He was not sure of it all. Maybe it was too much too soon.

He seemed to forget what we just talked about.

“So, you are his slave, sub?”

“No, Sir, I am not His submissive; I’m His slave. He owns me. He commands me, and I obey, no questions. Now you can do the same. Sir”

He looks at his brother. “So, if I ask her for a blowjob, she’s just going to give it to me, and you are ok with this?”

Master-Sir straightened him out again. Explaining that if he felt it was safe from those who would not understand or in private, he could take my hand, walk up to the bedroom, shut the door, and have his way with me. He emphasized there was no reason for him to ask me. He had to tell me what he expected me to do or perform, and I would make it happen.

And yes, He is happy to loan His slave out to his brother. Master-Sir put His hand on his brother’s back as we walked back into the house. Telling His brother he should have me fix that tent he has growing in his jeans!

Later that night, when everyone was starting to go to their bedrooms, Master-Sir’s brother stopped by our room. Looked at His brother, “May I use your…” Master-sir finished his sentence. “My slave? Yes.”

I happily got off the floor and smiled as I put my hand in His as we walked across the hall. After I took His clothes off and had him on the edge of the bed, I got between his legs. That’s when I saw that He and my Owner are almost identical! His cock was nice and tall and already showing precum.

As I swallowed His cock, he moaned. Lying back on the bed, I could feel His eyes watching me and smiling. I was actually expecting more. But maybe this was too much for a freshly divorced vanilla man to comprehend. He settled for a blowjob, nothing more.

It must have been a while since he had sex because, after only about three or four bobs of my head, he was moaning a little loud before shooting my reward down my throat.

He never said a word. He just smiled and then thanked me as he went soft. I smiled as I thanked him and left the room. I went back to kneel at the bedside of my Master, who told me that I was allowed to sleep with Him tonight.

Curling up in His arms, Master told me I was a good bitch slave. That’s a nice way to end the night!

There is part two!

A Night Serving Master’s Friends

October 22, 2023 / slave / 1 Comment

I’m not sure where to even start. I have hardly slept a wink since. Partly out of pain and partly out of happiness in how I made my Owner happy by being the ultimate slave/cumdump/painslut to five of His best business friends.

I am still sore from the event, so some of this may not make sense.

Earlier last week, Master Sir set up a little celebration for some of His friends He does business with. This relates to their work to set everything up on the Strip for the F1 Grand Prix race in November.

Two of the men already get free use of me. The other three I had never met before and were about to enter a new world they never expected.

The day before, Master told me to do a Zoom call with them. This was for me to introduce myself, not as a slave, but as my Owner’s “personal assistant.” I needed to see them to address them properly and learn their favorite drink.

By 5 pm that day, the house was spotless, the candles glowing, food was ordered and Master made sure I had an enema before inserting a large butt plug in my ass.. I was freshly shaved, and all three holes were clean and ready to be used if not abused. I was also on speech restrictions. To talk only when talked directly to and to answer quickly.

My Boss and Master-Sir’s Boss were the first to arrive. They get the royal treatment. I take their shoes off, kiss their feet, and then I walk on all fours to where Master Sir is sitting.

Each used me. One anal and one pussy before the others arrived. Then I went to clean back up and be ready for the final three guests, the new ones.

Guest arrived, and their jaw hit the floor when they saw a fluffy slave wearing only a black nightie answering the door to let them in. They tried to ask questions about me, But I was not allowed to answer.

I walked them to the living room and properly introduced them. “Mister Jones is Here master.” Then I went to get him a drink. Afterward, I went to stand with my nose in the corner of the room. Did I mention I was wearing a large butt plug each man asked about?

Finally, the last man arrived. All the men sat around the living room with their drinks properly filled when I was called to kneel beside my owner.

Master-Sir explained that I am His wife, his personal assistant, but most importantly, I am His obedient slave 24/7. They needed to see me as the house slave, not as his wife. Finally, “What happens here, stays here?” everyone agreed as I saw tents starting to pop up in their pants.

Master-Sir explained that I may not be pretty, but I am fluffy. They can not hurt me while using me.

What is “using the slave?” one asked. Master Sir had me stand up, hands to my side, eyes pointed down.

“This is my slave. She lives to please me. Her primary duty tonight is to please everyone in the room however she could.” Having me turn around with my ass facing them, I pull my ass cheeks apart, showing them my two holes. “She has three holes ready for you to use as you want. There is a guest room off the kitchen if you want privacy. Condoms are a MUST for two holes; her mouth is open for almost anything.”

His final part of the speech was something they did not need to ask. I will not resist or say no. And Yes, I do enjoy being used for sex. I do not need or want any reciprocal. Just fuck the hole you want and then leave when done. Oh Yes. No kissing. There was a gasp from a couple of the men.

He also had to explain that if I was not serving someone or doing a chore, I was free to be used how they wanted and where they wanted.

As He finished up, the doorbell rang. It was dinner. As expected, my young friend from the pub was making the delivery. He smiled as he brought the food in and set it on the counter.

He then took my hand, and we went outside by the pool for His blowjob—the first of many that night. As I returned to the house, my young friend thanked my Owner and left. Several men were smiling.

I went to dish up and serve the men, then sat at my owner’s feet. They all watched as he fed me from his hand and talked about the project, future work, and how he got so lucky.

Afterward, a new guy entered the kitchen as I took the dinner plates and napkins away. He didn’t say anything but was muttering, so I asked him how he wanted me.

He was a nice man, much like my Owner in looks. He asked if I gave great blowjobs? I smiled, knelt on the floor, opened His zipper, and gave Him my best. He was so excited that He shot His load in my mouth after only a few strokes. As I cleaned Him up, He almost lost His balance. Telling me that was the best ever. (smiles)

My Boss came in and fucked me rough and quick on the counter. My Owner’s Boss followed that with anal sex. It was amazing to be used like that.

One of the other new guys got physically grabby, but I slapped Him off. He titty fucked me. Cum on my tits and face. He told me to leave it there, but that’s not what Master would allow. He understood and apologized. No need to. I have my rules that He did not know about.

The final new guy came in. He started with “may I,” and I stopped Him. I told him to please tell me, not ask me. He blushed. He wanted to lick my pussy. That was it. His frigid wife doesn’t do anything orally. The last pussy he licked was in college.

For me, that is the one sex act I hate the most. I begged Him to let me suck His cock, fuck my ass. Anything But That. I would obey and do it if that’s what He wants. I just wanted to see if I could get out of it. He told me that I would enjoy it.

That’s not the problem. I am not here for him to pleasure me. I’m the slave. I am here to pleasure HIM. But he said that’s what he wants.

He seemed to enjoy it when I walked on all fours, walking him to the guest bedroom. I climbed on the bed and laid on my back with my legs spread open. I apologized for it not being a tight pussy like He deserves. Just an old, flabby one.

He smiled when He noticed I was already wet. My body deceived me! Sad to say, I really enjoyed His licking my pussy. That man had a deep tongue and knew how to use it. I had some of the most powerful orgasms I have had in a long time from that. But I still felt bad for doing it.

Afterward, Master-Sir saw the emotions on my face and knew what happened. He knows me so well. After a scene like that, I feel I need to be punished. So He told everyone to follow Him into the garage for my punishment.

The man who did the deed tried to apologize, but my Owner explained it wasn’t Him; it was me. I knew I needed this.

The wooden paddle was painful, and after a few swats that I correctly counted out and thanked Him for, one man was freaking out and telling my Owner how he thought that was abuse. My owner smiled and then asked the nice man why He had a tent in his pants.

After that, I was back to myself. Refreshing drinks, getting snacks, sitting at my owner’s feet, being fed snacks, and drinking water out of my dog dish in the kitchen.

That’s where Mister “I have to lick your pussy” came in and knelt behind me. The spanking got Him to be a little more brave. He unzipped His pants without saying a word. I felt the head of His cock touching my Pussy. He had a nice tongue. But His cock was just as wonderful. It’s thick and has a nice length. That scared me.

He held my hips and told me it may hurt. i smiled, telling Him that I enjoy pain. He wasted no time in shoving that monster cock into my pussy and started to ram me hard. No warm-up, no slow entry. He liked to grab my boobs and pull on them as he fucked me.

As he rode me, he started sounding like a linebacker, grunting numbers out. After a few strokes, the pain was replaced with me having my own issues trying to hold off the orgasms that were getting stronger with the thrust. The pain in my boobs was a mixture of pleasure and pain. I was closing my eyes and letting it all happen. .

He had His hand on one of my nipples, and I thought He was going to rip it off when He finally said that He was about to cum. And he did. He really unloaded in His condom!

After He pulled out, He was short of breath. So He took a few deep breaths before telling me it was a wonderful and amazing experience to just use a pussy like that.

His head was swirling, trying to figure it out. He could not believe that He had no problem just fucking the pussy of the wife (slave) of one of His friends. To do so willingly, and not have to worry if she enjoyed it or not.

I assured Him I really did enjoy it. But, Yes, I am there to be His cumdump again if needed later that night. He said He really enjoyed the feeling of fucking my saggy pussy with a large butt plug that made me feel tighter.

He was shocked when I pulled off His cock in order to turn around to take His condom off and then wipe His cock clean before I helped put Him back in His pants. I smiled and thanked Him for the use and abuse, and then he left with a big smile on His face.

It was a long night as they talked, drank, and fucked me. Three of them used me anally, including mister “lick my pussy”. That Hurt. Seriously hurt. Yet I still had another powerful orgasm.

By the end of the night, someone was using one of my holes in the kitchen if I wasn’t filling drinks or cleaning up. My Owner told them to use and abuse my saggy tits when using me. I wasn’t going to break, and they would enjoy the feeling. And they did.

One of the things that seemed to keep them getting hard as I always addressed them as Sir. Never their name. And they could call me “slave” or “bitch,” and I answered to them both.

I will have to say that it has been a long time since was I used like that. To be the serving slave/cumdump for five men. I was tired and sore, and I told them I would be smiling for days!

i loved that my Master was smiling each time I came out of the kitchen smiling or when He saw that I still had cum on my face.

To know that no matter the pain or how they used me, I was making sure they knew I was there for them to enjoy using me.

After each time they used me, I asked them not to thank me for anything. I was doing what I love to do: serving. They could thank my Master and let Him know if they enjoyed using me or not. They did!

I may be sore, but I still feel like the happiest, well-used slave on earth.

Thank you for reading!

She’s Gone. Sort of

October 14, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Last Week, Master-sir’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, went off and married her female lover, who I thought was just a friend. My Bad!

Now, my Owner has told me the entire story. When they first met, I knew who she was. Miss Carol is an executive in the casino management where I work. She was in upper management as the C-Suite level.

Being His slave, I was never allowed to ask too many questions. I was there to serve and to please her as Master-sir directed. And I did. I enjoyed being there to lick her pussy clean after she made love to my Owner.

She also got my Owner to agree to purchase better lingerie for me, for when I was allowed to wear them, I looked a little more feminine and maybe even sexy if a slave of my size could be sexy.

She would be here for a few days or maybe a week, then gone. Often traveling for business with what I thought was her male boss or someone like that. Never realizing her lover was even a little higher up, like in the CEO/CFO/Corporate department management level of management.

That explains the long trips and the clean, tight pussy on her return. It also explains why the wedding news did not hurt Master as much as I expected., he was already expecting that news. Yes, the wedding was beautiful, and we watched it from the back row of the chapel.

When this happens with a previous girlfriend, they will probably stay friends with benefits for a few years until she is ready to commit 100% one way or the other.

The last time this happened, Master-Sir was asked to a sperm donor for them. They had a beautiful baby boy, and the friendship never recovered. I am sure he would not want to go through that pain again. But I am not sure of that!

The good news is that he has more time to use and abuse me. I am still allowed to sleep in His bed. I still drink His stream in the morning. However, now it is more often. He sometimes will make me drink it when He is in His office working, not wanting to break the concentration or watching a movie and not wanting to get up.

The other good news about this is that Her firm hand on me was passed on to my Owner. He has become a very strict Master and has not let up in the past month or so. Like I Have said before, I love the new Him. My ass may be dark red, and my boobs sore. But I am smiling more from all the use!

Thank you for staying with me; I am hoping to post more often after the race is over in November.

Back Home Again

September 23, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

This has been a wild and incredibly emotional six months, maybe longer. I lost count of the time when my life had a rhythm to it. It’s a nice, normal rhythm.

As you can tell, I have not been allowed to post much this past month. But Master Sir also watched over what I posted. He has never done that before. Not to this extent. However, he had good reason for His oversight.

Once some of what has been happening over the past six months has passed, He has allowed me to be open about the worst of it. Yet, the bad also had a little ray of sunshine, so it wasn’t all bad. Just emotional.

My Brother’s wife, my submissive sister in heart, struggled to live as much as she could with breast cancer. This past month, she moved on, over the rainbow, I guess they call it. Anyway, she is no longer suffering.

Over the last two months, I have been back and forth. Las Vegas to Chicago and back. Helping my brother and being at her side, holding her hand when I could—talking and letting her talk. I was there with Him at the very end.

Last week was her funeral, and Master-Sir and I returned to my home in Chicago. The entire family was there. It is a lovely tribute to a wonderful woman who did not find happiness until the end.

Like many of us, she never found her calling until she met the man of her dreams, my Brother. As she told me once, he discovered her submissive side and “woke me up out of a dull dream and made my life bright and cheery.” Once He introduced her to me, She found her calling in seeing how I lived – finding my brother; she said her desire to serve her man was awoken.

My Brother wanted to settle everything and then go away for a while. Decompress and get some grieving out of His system. Master-Sir offered our place if He wanted to stay here. I am hoping He takes the offer.

It was not all sad. There was a little bright spot to it. I was staying with my Brother, cleaning His house, cooking Him dinner, and all that. Of course, I was my usual submissive self, semi-nude or in an apron. My owner’s younger brother, Jerry, stopped over unexpectedly at night.

He was supposed to come over during the afternoon. Instead, he showed up at 9 p.m. My Brother answered the door. They do know each other. However, my brother did not know that Jerry did not know about my slave status. Until now!

When He saw His big brother’s “wife” in the flesh, he blushed as he stared at me. I was embarrassed—almost ashamed. I am not that pretty, and He has often talked about the babes my Owner used to date.

He smiled, and His eyes never left me. Knowing how He feels about me (not good), I was shocked to see Him speak kindly. His eyes never left my body. As expected, His main focus was on my big boobs. That and He smiled the entire time. It was like He had never seen a naked woman before.

He came over to give me some paperwork my brother needed for something they were working on for the family. Whatever it was, I don’t know. I do know that when we meet again, I will be introduced as His slave.

Nothing happened sexually. He just never stopped looking at my Boobs as we talked. I never covered up. I went home the next morning.

Returning to normal chaos

With all that behind us, we can move forward again and return to everyday life. Almost back to normal, but not all the way. That stupid F1 race is still causing chaos in the Las Vegas tourist corridor!

Grrr…..

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Love always

Bitch Slave

Our Talk, My Orgasm

August 25, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

There have been and still are a lot of things happening around my Owner, the house, my job, his job: nothing terrible, just a lot of things to deal with. Las Vegas is in chaos as we prepare for the F1 Race in November. So both of our jobs are in chaos as well!

So I may have some old things I need to post. But I will tell you when they are past events. You will understand in a little while. Thank You.

Recently

Master-Sir and I had an open talk, and a lot of things were talked about and discussed. That is what I like about Him; we can talk like two normal people while still being Master and slave.

Since we started the maintenance spankings, I have never felt happier and more obedient in my life. I love it as much as He does. Difficult to understand how we have come closer to each other by Him beating my ass regularly and making me tell him things.

Being more obedient has led me into some deep corners of my mind and my slave soul. It makes me question everything I am doing and wonder how I can do it better. How can I be a better slave to Him?

Even the simple act of having these one-on-one conversations where we are both open and free to talk. I usually sit on the couch next to Him like husband/wife. I wouldn’t say I liked that; it didn’t feel right. So I sat on the floor at His side as we talked.

My Orgasm

Of all the things we talked about, the big one was my orgasm. Since the last time we had this chat, He decided I could have an orgasm any time that I felt I needed one. If I was being fucked, I had to let the man know when I was about to cum, and they could stop me. But if not, I was free to have one (or more).

That was fun the first few weeks, but it bothered me. That is not what we agreed to. I feel it was wrong to give me that freedom, the ability to make that decision.

I’m the slave; He is supposed to be in charge of me, look after me, and guide me in His life. I’m not here to enjoy being on my own. Thats not what drives me to serve.

I was missing that control. The pain and the agony of having to suffer for Him. To have to wait until HE allowed it to happen if He ever allowed it to happen. I want someone else to make that call for me—thats not my job.

I am there to be used for their pleasures; my pleasure is for me to see them smile after using me. To thank HIm for allowing them to fuck my holes.

In a strange way, I guess that’s how I get off by not being allowed to get off. To have Them tell me if I can and when I can.

Master-Sir has promised to take back that power. That made me a very happy slave. They are, once again, HIS Orgasms.

More to come

Love always,

A very happy and well-owned slave!

Miss Carol’s New tease

August 19, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

I know it’s been a while. But I am still here and still being used as I like to be.

My Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, has picked up where our friend Master Chase left off.

One of my rules in the morning is that I am to be shaved clean and presented for inspection before I am allowed to dress. Then, if we are alone, I may choose what I want to wear, and I present myself to my Owner for His approval. Once He has approved me, He will insert the butt plug, and I am allowed to leave for work.

Master Chase used to stop by and, after breakfast, go upstairs with me, pick out my clothes for work, then fuck me or use my mouth before allowing me to get dressed.

Since He is no longer stopping by as much as He used to, Miss Carol now does the honors when she is here, and she is excellent at humiliating me while doing so.

Over breakfast, she likes to have a bagel, eats a bit, and then throws a piece on the floor for me to crawl over to and eat. Patting me on my head when I return to kneel at her side, telling me i was a good bitch slave as she does it again. My Owner enjoys the show.

She likes me to stand against the wall while she feels my pussy for any razor stubble, as well as my armpits. Telling me to open my pussy for “a better view”. She has a firm, female laugh as she watches me. as I am getting wet from the verbal humiliation.

Finally, in my bedroom, she will pick out what I can wear, reminding me to wear no panties. But before I can dress, I must lay on the floor on my back; she takes off her skirt and panties and sits over my face. Just far enough so I can breathe and smell her feminine sex. I am to stick my tongue out.

I’m not to move, keep my tongue stiff as she puts her pussy on my tongue and moves herself around, moaning while calling me names and reminding me that I am just her slave and talking about how she fucked my owner the night before.

It’s nothing new; most times, I am in the bedroom when they have sex, or at least I am called into the bedroom for cleanup. It’s she likes to remind me that I am just his slave, his property, and that she, as his lover, is allowed to use me for HER pleasures as well.

All of this is getting me wet. My pussy, I know, is soaking the sheets, as well as her juices are leaking down into my mouth and face. After she reaches climax, she simply gets off my face.

At that point, I am to hold my legs up and open as she selects the butt plug I am to wear to work. I get it wet before she pushes it in without any gentleness. “Now bitch, you can go to work”

I get turned around, kiss her feet, and thank her.

Before I get dressed, I need to wash my face, reapply what little makeup I am to wear, and try to walk normally down the stairs to kiss them both goodbye before I leave for work.

Thankfully, she only does this to me once or twice a week!

An unusual night

August 8, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Hello to All.

Yes, I know, I’m not back to regular posting. But I needed to tell you about this one. It was a wonderful, unusual night for me to serve my master and three friends I had never met.

Sorry, it’s a long one, but I needed to get it all said and out..

Last week, Master-Sir sent me a strange text. He was telling me that I would be serving several men tonight for a meeting. He will have the dinner on the grill; I am making the condiments.

I will be on speech restrictions; I can only say “yes Sir”, “No Sir”, or” Thank you, Sir,”, unless asked a specific question, then I am to answer the question honestly.

He has me in lingerie most evenings now, but I was to be nude tonight. They will have full use of my holes if requested or wanted.

When I got home, he was in his office. I did my usual entrance, got naked, and was sent to the kitchen to get everything ready.

The doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. An older man in a very well-tailored suit was standing there. “You must be the slave?” was all He said. I answered Him politely as I walked Him into Sir’s office.

By the time the third man rang the doorbell, Master-Sir had moved out to the patio and started the steaks as they talked business.

When Master-Sir sat down, He pointed to His side for me to keel or lay. This comforted me as I was nervous about not knowing who these men were. They were all older and well-dressed. Managers or something along that line.

As I served them the dinner, Master-Sir had me kneel at His side and fed me His scraps. The man sitting next to Him started to do the same thing. When he first stuck His hand down with a piece of meat, I looked up at my Owner for guidance. Master-Sir gave me a smile that told me to enjoy His offerings. I did. I ate the food and licked His fingers each time it was offered.

When things moved to the living room, they started to talk about the upcoming F1 Grand Prix race here in Las Vegas. This is when I realized these were powerful people. They talked openly about things only a few people should know and in detail.

At one point, the first man stood up and walked over to my Master. He put His hand on me, looked at my Owner, and smiled. “May I?”, Master-sir smiled as he told Him to “Go for it”. He then reminded the man that all three of my holes were open for His use and abuse.

I crawled like a dog to the spare room just behind this man. He shut the door and smiled down at me. He started to take off His suit, He handed the pieces to me as I folded them properly and laid them on a chair.

He started to talk about how He thought my “husband” was joking when he mentioned that His “wife” is also His slave and can be used for sex. “But here you are”. Then, the usual question. “Do you really enjoy other men using you for sex?”

At this point, he is already past the point of really caring about what I think. His cock is starting to get rock-hard. In this case, maybe 4 inches, five hard. Not well groomed, but with a bulbous head leaking pre-cum, I lick off him.

My natural reply goes something like this: “Yes, as His slave, I really do like being used as my Owner’s sex toy. I may not be pretty, but that’s not what’s important. What is important is that those men whom my Owner trusts and respects get to use me for their sexual pleasures with no strings or repayment. And maybe after I please them, I may be allowed to have an orgasm from it all, too!”

He smiled as I was told to get on the bed, doggy style, “ass up, legs spread.” He wanted anal but was an anal virgin. So, I helped Him along, coaching him on how to do it right. Fast and hard for me if He pleases. Thankfully, he had a small cock. So, not too much pain. Three good hard strokes, and He started to grunt as he started to cum.

As I turned around to wipe Him off, he inserted a finger into my sloppy pussy. “Dam Girl, Your Wet!” Yes, even for this, I was soaking wet and dripping! Now I wanted more and could not wait to get Him dressed and back to the party. Hoping for a better cock to use me next.

I kissed my Owner’s feet to thank Him as I was sent off to clean up and get everyone a fresh drink. The last man to arrive was sitting pretty close to the middle of everything. He told my Owner that maybe I should come over to His house and teach “His Girl” how to maintain a house properly.” Apparently, He liked how clean and orderly everything is.

I wasn’t sure if His girl companion “Girl” was a slave or just a girlfriend. But I liked the compliment as Master-Sir offered my services.

It helped me calm down as Master-Sir kept a hand on me all the time I knelt at His side, making me feel safe and loved. When someone commented about my rock-hard nipples, I blushed. Master-Sir pulled on them and told the guys they might be big and floppy, but that I like them pulled on HARD. They all laughed.

The last man to arrive smiled at me. “Ok, my turn to see what this bitch can do.” He grabbed my hair and started to lead me out of the room to the patio.

I wanted to ask Him about His “girl” comment, but I was not allowed to talk unless asked a question. All he wanted was to sit on the lounge chair, have me between His legs, and suck his cock while He manhandled my boobs. And He was rough with them, which made me wetter and hornier.

Now, this man had a worthy cock and I was hoping He wanted one of my other holes instead. But He ended that dream when He told me: “I’m not into anal sex and sorry bitch, but just not into old sloppy pussy like yours, so just suck my cock like the slave slut your Owner tells me you are. Ok?”

A man of few words and to the point. His verbal humiliation was proper, and He asked me a question. Technically. I thanked Him for the honesty and agreed that I do have a sloppy pussy that not too many men like. But sometimes, a free fuck in a sloppy pussy is better than no pussy. “And that’s what I am here for, Sir. Your

pleasure, any hole.” I am still holding His wonderful cock in my hands. I wanted to take my time with His cock. It was not as thick as my Owner’s but almost as tall.

He twisted my nipples hard. “Get to work bitch, my beer is getting warm ““Yes, Sir” as I swallowed His cock in one move. He was surprised at that and patted me on the head. “Good Girl”

He put his leg between my legs and started to rub me. I started to hump Him, I guess He got the hint, or I did. He stopped and continued focusing on my boobs as I kept humping like a dog in heat.

This man knew what to do. He put me in my place. “Don’t you dare cum on my leg, slave.” Bastard! I was so close!

Finally, He grabbed my hair and shoved me further down His shaft as he filled my mouth with His warm reward. I wanted so badly to swallow it all, not lose one drop. He loved it, as did I.

I smiled as he went soft and let me put His cock back in His pants. I know I left a lot of pussy wetness on his pants. I thanked Him as He grabbed my hair again and led me back into the house.

I kissed my Owner’s feet inside the house to thank Him when the man told everyone that I was the best cocksucker He had ever had. And He thanked my owner for letting Him use me.

Finally, the last man to use me took me to the guest bedroom. He told me He can’t. He just wanted to be like the others and bring me someplace private. But he loves His wife and never wants to harm her.

I asked permission to speak. I know I shouldn’t have, but I needed to. He smiled and gave me permission. I asked if He minded if I fingered myself with him watching. Would that work?

The sudden rise in his slacks gave me that answer. He started to get undressed. So, I jumped up and did it for him. As I was removing His slacks and seeing that tent up close, He asked if I would mind if he did the same. It’s not really cheating if we masturbate together!

I will say that His wife is a lucky woman. Not only was He polite, but he was also well-groomed and He was friendly. Nice cock, as well. Maybe 6 inches at fullness. It’s one of those perfect ones I can wrap my hand around nicely. He made my mouth water. Laying back, facing each other, I started to put my fingers in my pussy; he started to masturbate while telling me that I had a beautiful pussy. (Really?)

God, I wanted just to rub one out, knowing if I hit my clit, it was over. But I needed to be the good slave and make Him cum first. Unfortunately, He seemed to be in no hurry. In a sweet voice, He asked me to play my breasts, my nipples. To pull on them. I did as he instructed. That didn’t help my wanting to cum.

Finally, He wanted me to open my pussy wide. He wanted to see it all, and that’s when he started to cum over Himself. On to his stomach, and some hit the bed. He was very vocal about it as well. “Oh God, I’m coming” and all that. He was shooting stream after stream. I thought this was a porno or something.

Thankfully, He did allow me to lick it all off Him. I enjoyed that. I kissed His cock and made sure it was clean before getting Him dressed. I never did cum. But He enjoyed the show as much as I did. That is what matters.

He thanked my Master as much as I did! He was like forever grateful to have that happen to Him. He would not tell anyone what we did, but the other guys still high-fived Him as if he were the night’s stud.

Master-Sir never did tell me who these men were or why they knew so much about the race. But when we talked afterward, I mentioned not Cumming and how frustrated I was from it all.

I enjoyed how they used me anonymously. I was just some stranger’s cum-dump. They each used me, never abused me, and the occasional humiliation really was getting me wetter and wetter with no relief. So, I asked if I could masturbate before bed.

Master-Sir, being the loving Master that He is, had a better idea. Telling me He had no intention of fucking me tonight. But since I was such a great slut slave, he decided I deserved a reward. So, he would fuck my sloppy pussy only until I had my first orgasm.

He did as he promised. As he was fucking me, He was reminding me that this was a pity fuck, nothing more. His words helped me reach my peak fast. Quickly, after he started, I breathed heavily and saw the stars flying around (it’s me). I was rolling through a heavy and loud orgasm as he pulled out.

I screamed for Him not to do that! He grabbed my hair, and as I gasped for air, he shoved His cock down my throat as he started to cum. I was choking as he was not letting me breathe. But I hit my climax and went into subspace, maybe even slave heaven, as he filled my mouth. Sometimes, breathing is optional!

I finally got my reward and was so happy He let me have it.

I was in slave heaven! Tired, but in slave heaven.

Yes, I went to sleep curled up in His arms. A well-used, well-loved slave!

Thank You for being here for me.
I love you all.

She is Owned