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.

Read: 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.