People often ask that question when they first meet me or encounter my writings. The question is usually phrased this way: “Why Do you allow them (men) to use you like that?”
Best Example
My Master and I are friends with a family that owns a restaurant in our neighborhood that we frequent often. If you are not visiting, we often have delivery. The person who delivers is usually the husband, but in the last couple of years, it has been their oldest son, Billy. Part of their tip has always been a blowjob.
In my writings, I often refer to Him as my “young friend” because when I first met him, he was a shy, chubby fourteen-year-old boy with acne and some serious social issues. He and I bonded over those issues because I faced them growing up.
Today, he is a well-matured, confident twenty-four-year-old college graduate slowly taking over the family business.
In the years since we met, I have helped him build his confidence, understand how to treat a woman properly, and even give him some crucial romance tips. (Don’t treat a woman as you are allowed to treat me.)
Just for the record, I wasn’t the first female to give him a blowjob, but he has always said I gave the best ones. I was his first and only one for anal sex.
Meeting the Fiance
In college, he met the love of his life, Carol. She is beautiful, smart, and (was) a diehard feminist. She was aware of our past and my involvement in his sexual education. She even thanked me for it, saying she had dated other college guys, and they were all hands and no brains. Billy said I taught him otherwise. “Thank you for making him such a gentleman.”
One weekend, they were over for a friendly pool party. She lay out by the pool under a sunshade while Billy and the other men were off in the pool drinking beer and talking man stuff.
As I said, she was a diehard feminist and always thought all men were vultures at a pool party, and if she dared to show them anything, they would be all over her in a minute.
After a while, she finally realized the men around her were not vultures waiting to see her boobs. They were there to have fun, relax, and enjoy the company. So she took off her bikini top before sitting back to read a book.
I was naked as usual. I was refreshing her drink when she asked me to sit and talk.
By this time, she understood fully what I was and what I did for people who visited the house. I am their cumdump and maid. Three holes, no waiting. So far that day, all I had been used for was a couple of blowjobs, and that was in the kitchen, out of her view.
Her first question was a little awkward: “Has Billy, you know, you and him, like, recently?” I assured her Billy would not do anything sexual with me without her knowledge. He is a gentleman and loves her too much. He even turned down my “tip” several times when he delivered the pizzas, so I knew he was in love with her.
She then apologized for what she was about to ask, which told me where this conversation was going: “Why Do You Allow it?” I stopped her right there.
The word allow is challenging to answer. I do what I do because I agreed to it many years ago. I wanted to be his 24/7 no-limit slave. It took me a year to realize I could trust him with my life, and that made me decide to submit completely to his rules. I live for His pleasure, and it’s by my choice. It’s what I live for, and I love every minute of it.
Don’t ask me why, but I am wired differently than she is. As I explained, I have always enjoyed serving the men I love and trust. I love being the slave to a wonderful man who lets me be this way and supports it 100%. Both Master and I are on the same path, seeing how far my submissiveness can go.
Her next question was, “You have choices; you don’t have to…” That’s when I explained my thoughts on feminism. It is about choices. She has the choice to be this properly dressed woman who wants to be equal to her man. I want to be a naked slave who is beneath my man.
She wants to be on equal footing with men. That’s her choice, not mine. I serve men I trust; that is my choice. That’s my version of feminism. Feminism to me is having the right to choose how I live my life on my terms, not his. This was a choice I made.
“The Sex?” Now, we were getting into the good stuff. I am naked for several reasons. One is to show I am the slave. I am the lowest person here, and being naked tells you that. Being naked when others are dressed reminds me of my place. Being naked also means there is nothing to get excited about, nothing to hide or tease anyone with.
She was wearing a cute two-piece bikini, removing the top. Why? To feel sexy and get attention from others. Looking sexy gets a response from the men that is sexual in nature. I’m fluffy with saggy tits, not sexually appealing. But I am sexually appealing because I am there for them to use, no questions asked.
If they are using me, it’s not because my beauty turned them on; it’s because I have three holes available for them to use as they need. No begging, no foreplay, no reciprocation wanted or expected. They want to fuck me, they chose the hole, and they fuck me.
I don’t know about her, but I get excited to know a man is getting hard because he is thinking of using one of my holes. It’s not a romantic fuck, it’s a needed response.
I don’t want to be loved by them. I want them to use me for their pleasure. That’s what turns me on, to feel their cock in one of my holes, hearing them grunt with pleasure as they use me. Then, they give me what I like to call my reward. Their cum.
Please don’t ask me why because I don’t know why. Maybe it’s been a bad week, a bad day. They haven’t had sex in a long while, so they need to get off. So why would they want to masturbate when that slave now serving them a cold drink is there for them to use instead?
When they are using me, I know they are not thinking of how sexy I am or how I look with his cock in my mouth. He is thinking about his girlfriend or wife. Or the woman he wishes were there instead of me. But I am there; they are not, so they do it and move on. Using me makes them feel better. And that makes me feel better. Yes, I know that sounds cold and humiliating. It is, but it gets me wet.
Before you say anything else, know this: These are his friends that he trusts with his life. He’s not giving me over to some random dude off the street. They are clean, and I am clean. They also know that using me is a privilege that he can take away at any time. So I am not in harm’s way, and they respect that I am there for them to use because of my owner’s friendship with them.
This may be a bad example, but I love anal sex, while most women hate it. So if she says “no”, they get frustrated, and it can cause a chill in their relationship, if not their love life. I am here to fix that. No guilt.
Having him fuck my ass may have just helped the wife and, in many ways, improved their love life. He no longer begs; she no longer argues. It’s no longer an issue. He had his fix, so it’s back to making her the center of his life.
I know my Master, and I have a unique love for each other. Yes, it’s expressed in an unusual way, but it works for us. He has a girlfriend who lives out of state; when they are not together, they video chat, and when it turns sexual, he wants a hole to fuck, and I have a wet hole for him to use in her place. My pussy is not as tight and beautiful as hers is, but in a pinch, it works.
“But using you for her has to be so humiliating.” My response was a simple “So?” I turned it back on her. “You love Billy and want to make him happy just as much as he wants to make you happy. You would do almost anything to make him happy.
Let’s say he wants to experience anal sex, and you don’t. He has his heart set on knocking that off his bucket list. Your sex life is perfect, except when he brings this up, and it causes some problems with your love life.
You know I am safe; use protection. He isn’t going to fall in love with me. There’s no romance there. He uses me and, afterward, goes on with life. You are back to normal passion-loving because this is no longer an issue.
Like now. Billy is off in the pool hanging with the men. You are here, alone, relaxing with a good book, but you know it would feel better if you had something between your legs to help you enjoy those sexy moments in the book.
You are the love of Billy’s life. I like to make him happy, to see him happy. And I know making you happy would make him happy. So, if you need something to fix that need, as the house slave, I am here to serve. Please just ask.
I don’t see it as cheating or being unfaithful. I am the slave. No romance, no chance of romance. I’m not here because you are paying me to be here. I am here offering my services because that’s what makes me happy. To see Billy, or my Master, smile.
Do I allow him to do whatever he wants to me? First, its not me to allow him. My Owner makes that call. He knows what, if any, limit she has using my holes. To answer, he has free use of me as much as you would allow him to.
Will I enjoy everything he tells me to do? No, not everything. Do I have a choice not to do it? Yes, but I will be punished for saying no.
They use me because I am here to be used. I like to be used. I like to make them happy and make sure my master is happy.
That helped her understand why I am the slave and why i like ot being used like that.