One of my favorite times of the year is here: NFL Football—or at least preseason football is here. I do not know who is playing, and it doesn’t matter; I’m the slave, and I am there to serve the men.

It’s Sunday, and it’s football. Master has his male friends over for the day. We provide snacks and food, and they each bring their own beverages.

There were just five of this past weekend, but often, there are eight or ten men. As with any party we host, once the clock hits the magic hour, the door is locked, and nobody else is allowed in unless it’s a food delivery.

This time, Master was very clear: I am not to speak unless spoken to. If they take my butt plug out, they need to put it back in. And, oh yes, the slave is in orgasm denial.

He let them know he wanted to make it permanent. He got a couple of Boo’s from the men when they heard that. But he made it better by telling them to try to get me to cum. Use me a little more; be rough and aggressive. “Tease the bitch.” That was what he told them.

Being silent is a thing He likes for days like this. The men don’t need to hear me; they need to be served and use me for their pleasures. thats it. My mouth is only used for cocks and hand food. I’m only here to serve, suck, and to be used as their cumdump.

Several of the men have been coming here for over five years. I know them well, and I know what they like. Most like blowjobs; a couple are ass men, and two or three will fuck my sloppy pussy. Often more than once.

One of the longest Sunday visitors is his friend Jamie, who is an accountant at one of the resorts. His cock is like a tree log. Thick and about five inches long. Fitting my mouth around it isn’t easy, but I can do it. The good thing is that He comes quickly.

Allen is one of the ass men. It’s like the moment I am done getting everyone served, and I’m back in the kitchen, he’s there with one hand on his hard cock, and the other is putting the condom on.

He grabs my hair, bends me over the counter, and pushes His cock into my pussy for some lube as He grabs the butt plug out of my ass and quickly replaces it with His cock.

He rides my ass a couple of times, pushing me into the marble countertop before I hear his grunting and feel the condom filling. He likes to fall against my body as He lets himself go soft. He also liked to brush my hair with his hands, telling them I was a good bitch.

As He pulls out, I will remove the condom and suck his cock clean before zipping him up. He smiles as he heads back to the living room. For me, that is always a nice way to start the day.

For guys like Allen, His wife told him on his wedding night: No anal, and she doesn’t swallow. So he enjoys days like this when he gets to use my holes anytime, and I like it when they are well used.

He once said his wife was happy because he stopped asking for either. “It’s straight, lights out, missionary sex once a week.”

Kevin is my favorite. He is a dancer in one of the shows on the Strip. Yes, a couple of them are straight. Not many, but he’s one of them!

He has no problem sitting on the couch in front of the other men and whipping His large cock out for me to suck and worship while he’s watching the game. He’s also one of those who uses me several times during the day.

Later on, he will grab me by the hair and drag me into the guest bedroom. As He does, He will get verbally and physically rough. He ties me down, spread eagle, then pretends to “rape” me (role play/fantasy).

Game Time
I like it when another slave joins me. It makes it easier to keep track of the score. Each of us is the scoreboard for one of the teams.

This weekend, I was alone. So, they chose one team. My ass is used to keep the score in two ways. First, they write on my ass. Then they beat my ass with the score.

I get six wacks from the paddle when their team scores a touchdown. Extra point? I get six wacks again, then one for the extra point.

This weekend, they chose the New Orleans Saints. They lost to the Tennessee Titans 27-30. Yes, it was a painful loss.

All afternoon, I was kept busy getting drinks, stopping only to be played with or to have my nipples pulled or twisted. I served snacks, cleaned up after them, and gave a lot of blowjobs.

I was only allowed to eat if one of the men fed me scraps by hand. To add to my humiliation, it’s still summer here, so I use the grassy area in the backyard to pee where I can be watched from the windows.

After the game, as they all started to leave, I knelt next to my Master at the door, and they thanked him for a great time and for letting them use his slave. A couple petted me on the head and said I was a good bitch. <smiles>

Afterward, Master was about to head up to the Master bedroom when he told me I needed to get the house back in order and to clean my holes before I was allowed to come upstairs. “Yes, Master.”

I was a bit sore and very stiff in the knees. My ass was black and blue. But I did as he commanded. It took me a little longer and I walked a little slower, but I did as I was told to do.

After ensuring the house was back to normal, I cleaned up in my bathroom and went to his bedroom.

As I was trained, I knelt at the entrance to His bedroom door and asked permission to come in. As I crawled in, The room was dark except for a little light coming from the ensuite bathroom. He was standing next to it, naked with a hard cock and a smile, looking at me.

He also had my favorite jazz music on, was drawing a bubble bath, and lit some candles. “Speak, my wonderful slave.” I couldn’t. I was crying too much from the beautiful surprise.

We sat in the tub surrounded by bubbles. He held me, gently washed my sore nipples, He washed my hair. We talked, we made love. Later, we moved to the bedroom, where He fucked my sloppy pussy before we crashed on the bed with his arms around me.

It was so worth all the pain.

This is what I live for

I am a spoiled but well-loved slave.

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