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Master Billy and The Boys

To follow up on my last blog post. I had spent the day helping Mistress Cindy unpack and clean up their new apartment. She told me I was to stay after she left for work. Master Billy would be home, and several of his male study group friends. I was to be their maid.

Mistress Cindy left for work with the only command to focus on the bedroom and the kitchen until He came home, and He would decide what He wanted me to do.

An hour later, Master Billy came home with several pizzas for the night. Sitting in the living room, i was kneeling on the floor between His legs. He told me to continue what I was doing, but to keep an eye on the drinks and snacks.

As I was kneeling there, His hands were massaging my boobs, and He wandered down between my legs and fingered my pussy as He continued talking to me.

There were four men from His group, i would know three of them. He wanted me to know that I was there to clean up after them and serve them drinks and snacks. I was to keep myself open. If they wanted anything sexual, they would be told to use me in the kitchen or the bedroom only.

He unbuckled His pants, and I finished taking them off as I swallowed His cock. I love it when a man relaxes and lets me do the “work”. He just lay back in His chair and moaned. I felt his entire body just relax as I took His cock all the way into my mouth.

I was soon rewarded with His cum. As I held His cock in my mouth until it was soft, He told me Mistress Cindy now does that when she sucks His cock. I smiled as I let him slip out. I got Him dressed again just as the doorbell rang.

Opening the door naked did not startle three of them. They each smiled and hugged me. The last two stood on the doorstep with their mouths open. One of the men told them to just come in. it would be explained.

Once everyone was settled in and given the house rules, they seemed to relax. I made sure they were fed pizza and their favorite drinks before I went to the bedroom to continue cleaning and unboxing.

All five men used me during the night. Master Kevin fucked my ass as did one other friend who also had the energy for a blowjob afterward! I love young Men.

The new guy, I will call Him James. James was a cute college man. He had all the markings of a man with a mission to do as Mommy and Daddy wanted Him to do. College, marry his sweetheart and give them grandchildren while He climbed the corporate ladder.

He came into the bedroom and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, and watched me clean the floors. My ass was facing Him. I stopped and turned to look at Him. He blushed but never turned away.

I asked Him if anything looked interesting. He told me He always had a thing for BBW’s. Then followed, “I hope I didn’t offend you.” I chuckled as I crawled between His legs, smiling at Him. “I’m a slave. Don’t worry about me. How can I serve you?”

Like others, he had a problem with me just being “used” by a man for His pleasure. So I invited Him to slip His fingers between my legs to confirm i was enjoying myself. “Shit, you’re REALLY wet!” was his response, leaving his finger in my pussy.

I explained that just the idea that I am about to be used for sex got me wet. “It’s shaved!” was his verbal response. But the smile across His face gave him away. Yes, I am shaved. He told me his girlfriend thinks that’s disgusting. It makes her look like a child. She tells him, “Who wants to fuck a child?”

He started, “Can you?” and I stopped him. He told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs. He really wanted to look and feel my bare pussy. I told Him I am here for his sexual use. Not here for romance or anything else; no kissing or hugs. Tell me what you want, and it will happen. I will enjoy it more than you will ever know.

You using me for sex is one of the reasons Billy has me here, and I am here to please you, so it pleases him. Nothing more. He agreed.

When He stood up to move closer, i saw the bulge in his pants and asked him if I could take them off. he smiled again and sat down. His cock came out of his shorts really fast, and he was rock solid at least six inches. But he still wanted to inspect my pussy. To feel it, finger me, and hear me moan as He played with my clit.

I did an unslave thing when I suggested we do sixty-nine so I could at least suck His cock while he played with my pussy. He gave me a firm “NO” as He continued exploring my pussy and getting me close to orgasm. I smiled when I heard that. A command!

He let me roll through a nice orgasm as He watched me moan, breath heavy, and want to roll over as I felt it release. He wanted me to roll over. Again, it started as a question, but I turned it into a command. I handed Him a condom.

James was like a kid in a candy store. He could not believe I wanted him to fuck me “back there” without begging or arguing. He put the head of His cock at my hole and I pushed back. I wanted to feel it enter and get past the ring so we could just fuck.

While He was fucking my ass, He gave me permission to play with my pussy. The more he fucked, the closer I got to an orgasm. Finally, as I was moaning and begging Him to be rough and really fuck me, I kept hearing His laughing as he was still amazed at how tight I was and how it was unbelievable.

When He was about to cum and wanted to make sure I was ok with it, it killed my orgasm, and I just really wanted to slap Him. I was really enjoying the fullness of His cock in my ass, and he just wanted to talk about it!

Later, as it approached eight-thirty, Master Billy came into the bedroom to remind me to finish up. Get ready to go home. I went around to make sure everyone was ok with drinks and snacks.

The living room was in order as much as it could, and i asked if he was going to do the honors of putting my plug back in me. James could not yell loudly enough to say that He wanted to do it. Master Billy and the other guys found his anxious desires funny. He was blushing, but he really wanted to do it.

I was ordered on the floor on mn all fours facing away from them. James gave me a command to spread my ass cheeks. He was getting used ot being firm!

James was told how to put it in my pussy first, get it wet, then slowly work it in my ass. Push a little, pull it out, repeat until I was open enough for it all to go in and past my ring muscle.

I was panting and moaning loudly by the time he had the last push and got it in me. The other guys cheered Him when it was in me; Master Billy slapped my ass, telling me to thank James Properly for putting it in.

What i wanted was for Him to now fuck me. But I just smiled as I turned around to kiss His feet and thank Him for getting me ready to go home.

On the way home, I asked Master to please fuck me or use me somehow sexually and roughly. I need it, and I need it from HIM. Thankfully, when I got home, Master-Sir wanted to fuck me as I told him about my day at their apartment and all the times I was used sexually.

Yes, I am a well-loved (and fucked) slave!

How I Met Master Billy

First, I need to thank each and every one of you for the kind private comments, emails, and chats from my last post. Yes, I am a loved slave!

This past Thursday, I was told that my Boss did not want me to clean his apartment and that I was to spend my day helping Mistress Cindy in cleaning their apartment and unpacking some of their boxes.

Master-Sir also let me know I may be spending the evening there as well. Master Kevin asked if he could use me as his maid for his study group tonight. Master-Sir told me my curfew is 9 pm. If they use my holes, condoms for pussy and anal. The mouth is free for all.

As I entered the gated apartment complex, i realized this is a little more upscale than I was expecting. More like apartment homes! They had a large two-bedroom with a patio overlooking the pool area.

Mistress Cindy was not dressed as I usually see her. This time she was truly casual. No makeup, hair in a messy bun. No bra, just a simple t-shirt and shorts. She was also sweating heavily and trying to do too much at the same time. Thus, the need for a slave!

I entered, took off my clothes, and properly knelt at the door. Back straight, eyes forward, breasts pushed out. Nipples are always hard. My hands on my thighs, knees shoulder width apart, my pussy in view.

I was waiting to see where she wanted me to start. She threw me a T-shirt and told me to wear that. She didn’t want me to be totally naked today. I smiled because it was a command, not a request.

I did have to ask if she wanted to remove the butt plug or if I was to leave it in. She had me turn around to show her that I really was wearing a green jeweled butt plug. “Oh, that is so fucking hot” as she slowly pulled it out and handed it to me. I thanked her and reminded her that it needed to be inserted again before i left.

She decided we tackle one room at a time. She wanted me in the Master Bath and she would do the master bedroom. She wanted to talk as we worked.

The first thing she did was thanked me for the other day. She had never had her pussy licked so well and so wonderful. She was blushing as she admitted the sexiest part was the fact that she didn’t have to do anything. No foreplay, no sexy talk. She just could lay there, enjoy the sensations, and know she didn’t have to reciprocate. I just went away.

I explained that’s what I am there for. Nothing personal, i am there to be used for their pleasures. Not mine. Her smile was cute when she told me “I could get used to that”.

She could not believe how hot it was to watch me suck her man’s cock, swallow, then keep his cock in my mouth until it was soft. “That was Pretty Dam Hot, and I wasn’t even jealous.” – She further added, “we came home and fucked like bunnies afterward”

After a while, she sat on the bed, watched me work, and asked me more about Master Kevin. He told her his side, and now she wanted “the dirt” from my side. I texted my owner for permission, and He agreed, with the exception of His parent’s current lifestyle. (Master/slave)

How We Met

We moved to Las Vegas for my job and found a house that fit the requirements of my Owner. Mainly the private pool, the slave bathroom, and the large master suite..

The family-owned pizza place a few blocks away caught our interest, and we started to go there frequently. Occasionally, bringing along a friend or two. Billy was the eldest son of the owners. He was also an overweight teenager with an acne problem and a crippling lack of confidence.

Like Him, I grew up overweight, and that limited my social circle. Not to mention what it did to my self-confidence. So we bonded over that.

He would take our order and clean the table. I would chat with him when allowed. If we had friends with us, I kept the table clean and got the drink refills. That attracted the attention of the Owner and his wife.

After a while, we started to order delivery from them, and the husband would bring it. Master has a standing order. If it gets delivered by a male, I am to offer them a blowjob in addition to their tip. He never flinched at the question.

The father smiled at me and sat down in the nearest chair, opening his pants for me. I pulled them off and took off his shorts. He really liked that i was naked so that he could play with my saggy boobs while I sucked His cock

(FYI: Son is VERY much like the dad in cock size and general manners.)

After a few of these “tips”, he started to talk to my Owner and mentioned how he and his wife were swingers and invited us to the club. Master-Sir told him I was His slave. We are not into swinging, but we would consider it. The Dad’s cock got hard a second time when he learned I was a slave.

From there, a good friendship grew with the family. They came to our place for pool time and cookouts, and we went there for dinners and drinks. Sometimes with the kids, most often just as a couple.

When Master Billy was turning (eighteen minus two), His Dad said he was going to get his driver’s license and would be doing the deliveries from now on. Winking at us as he invited us to a family birthday party.

Later, I found out that Master Sir had arranged a special gift for Billy and had His father’s blessing. (Please, No judgment here! Master Billy already knew that his parents were swingers.)

At the party, after all the fun, food, and celebration, Billy was asked to join us in His father’s home office. We gave him a one-hundred-dollar gift certificate, and Master Sir asked if he would like a blowjob from me.

Of course, his eyes got big, and the smile was huge when he said “YES”. I was proud to be the first female to give him a blowjob.

Years later, he told me i kind of spoiled him for other younger girls who “lacked that skill”

After that, He and I would talk often. He would tell me about his troubles with school, girls, bullies, and all that. I gave him what advice I could from my experience being the kid on the outside. He enjoyed having me as His topless sounding board.

By the time he actually turned 18 and started to get more into the family business, he had lost some weight, toned up his body, gained a ton of confidence, and had some sexual experience with the girls in his class.

For his eighteenth birthday, Master-Sir offered Him all my holes. Without a moment to think about it, He said he wanted my ass. Telling me something I hear often: “My girlfriend/wife would never let me fuck her there.”

It was my honor to be his first anal fuck, to show him how to be gentle yet firm when making love back there. If you do it right, the woman will want it there often.

During this part of the conversation, i was in the bathroom, on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor.

The comment about being gentle when doing anal sex would get him more action, I hear Mistress Cindy explain, “Dam right. Oops, did I say that out loud?” I laughed at her outburst as I turned to face her and saw that she was now lying back in the bed with her bottoms off and her legs apart, smiling.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get a lot cleaned or organized after that. We cleaned enough room for the boys to be here tonight to watch sports, talk business, or do whatever they planned to do.

She was sad we couldn’t spend more time talking and me worshiping her pussy longer. But she needed to get ready for work. I was to stay and clean until Master Billy came home, then He would decide what He wanted me to do. She said with a wink.

Master-Sir has had me lick several pussies in the past, and I have not really enjoyed them. It’s not my thing. But I do as I am told. I have only enjoyed pleasuring one pussy, which was The Pretty Brunette. Mistress Cindy is becoming my second favorite pussy to pleasure!

Thank You.

The Wedding Conversation

First, I am not getting married (again). Second, it’s time to give names to my Young Friend and His fiancée. His name is Billy and hers is Cindy

The other night, Master-Sir invited them over for dinner as well as some conversations about their upcoming wedding. Master-Sir had briefed me earlier on His plans, and I promised that I would be the proper slave and happily obey His commands.

I greeted them at the front door and properly knelt to kiss His feet. She has made it clear she is not into “that”. Afterward, I walked them out to the lounge chairs by the pool, where my owner was enjoying an after-work cocktail.

I retreat to the kitchen to get them drinks and check on dinner. patio by the pool. She came in to check if I needed help. I said no, then she told me she would deliver the dinks.

As dinner was cooking, I went out to sit on the ground next to my Owner. He smiled and chuckled at me. Petting my head, He told me he would be in His office until dinner was ready and that Cindy had a question for me.

Once Master was out of the patio area, I looked over at the lovebirds lying on a double-wide lounge chair. Somewhere along the way, they had both changed into swimwear. Master Billy had a hard-on under his trunks as he smiled and looked at his fiancée. I wanted so bad just to kneel there and suck His cock.

She looked at me in her bikini. “You said that he just told you to obey, and that was it?”

I wasn’t sure what all that was, so I looked to Billy for help. “What, my darling girlfriend wants to know, you said that I would just tell you what I want and you would obey.”

“Of course, Sir. You know you have full use of me. What do you want me to do?

He smiled as he looked over to Cindy, who was biting her lower lip, blushing as I had never seen her, as she untied her bikini bottoms. She looked at me. “I don’t have to do you if you do me?”

I climbed over to her side of the lounge chair and smiled. “It would be my pleasure, Mistress. And NO, I am here to serve you.” As I pushed her legs apart.

I am not much of a fan of women’s sexual parts., They are there to serve their men. Not to pleasure me. But she was nice. She was freshly shaved and baby butt smooth! I guess she was planning this tonight.

Master Billyn was telling her to relax, spread her legs, and let me do the work. I felt them holding hands and knew He was watching her as much as she was watching me.

As my tongue started to push its way in, her breathing was getting almost dangerously high! She was moaning as much as He was. Then I felt her body stiffen and her moaning as she grabbed my head. Her first orgasm was quick!

Then I felt her hands grab my hair as she pushed me over to Him. Billy had his trunks off, and His cock was standing tall. She just told Him, “I want to watch you.”

My reward for licking her was to suck His magnificent cock. I was now a happy slave as i swallowed all of Him as he kissed her and thanked her for the “gift.”

Apparently, watching His soon-to-be wife getting her pussy licked to orgasm was too much for him. A few head bobs, and he was shooting his cum into my mouth. I did not release Him until His cock was soft. Then I thanked her, then Him, and went to check on dinner.

The Dinner Conversation

Master-Sir put a butt plug in my ass and had me stand facing the corner in the living room while they ate. I was to hear them talk without being part of the conversation.

Master-Sir started by asking if she enjoyed her little gift. She did and wanted to thank me, but He stopped her. “Please remember, the slave is there for your pleasure, not hers. She did that for you without the need to be thanked herself.”

Cindy gave him a little huff but said that it was starting to make sense. Master-Sir told her if she were to feel my pussy, she would find me VERY wet. And he was right. She declined the offer to feel my pussy.

He wondered about everything they had on their plates. They were planning a Christmas wedding. He congratulated them on that and asked about the timing. Between her schooling, his longer hours at the family restaurant, and their moving in together, where is the time to properly plan the wedding?

Two young people in love just commented about how they will make it work.

That is when Master-Sir gave them the gift no one else could. Me.

As with everyone else, very few people have complete access to His slave; Complete access. And now Cindy was just granted free use. She could come over here any time, and if I am not serving my owner, I would be available to her for anything. Even if she just wanted her pussy licked. “Come on over.” – Of course, He went over the rules. Especially the privacy rules. I could hear her smile from my corner!

When I was called back to the table to clear the dishes and refill the drinks, I congratulated her on the news. I was truly happy to know they would both have access to me.

Master-Sir wasn’t done. He told them that if they needed any help in moving, cleaning the new apartment, or planning and organizing the wedding, I was there for them. As long as He didn’t need me, she was to coordinate schedules with me.

When I leave the house, I now have a butt plug in my ass, and when I get with them, they can remove it or leave it in. Either way, as long as I return with it in. If they need me for any sexual use, no problem. Even if it’s overnight, check with him first.

I was to remain naked in the house unless unsafe or if unknown guests were there. His parents know that I am a slave. I’m not sure if she knows Master Billy’s parents are Master/slave. I didn’t ask.

I was ordered to go to the garage and get a wooden spanking paddle. Master-Sir wanted to make sure Billy was ok using it on me when needed. “ANY time she disobeys or does not please you for ANY reason, you need to use it on her immediately or as soon as possible. Don’t be her friend when she needs you to be her Master.”

Master Billy agreed. Mistress Cindy was unsure. Master-Sir tried to explain (again) it’s how I like it. It’s how we live. It’s not abusive if both parties agree.

To end the conversation, Mistress Cindy actually gave me the command to come to the table, refill the glasses, and then ask if I could join them. After we were all settled, she made it clear that she had a newfound respect for me, for my Master, and for our life. She is starting to understand the other side of feminism and promises to learn how to be a real Mistress to me.

She is over-the-moon happy that I am there to help her plan the wedding, but right now she needs help cleaning and setting up the new apartment. I promised I would be there as soon as possible the next day.

She even did the right thing. She thanked my Owner, not me, for the gift.

Yes, my already busy life just got busier. Time to ask my Owner what he wants me to prioritize!

She has questions

My Young Friend’s fiancé has been back to the house several times. Each time she is here, she wants to talk. She wants to ask me questions about my submission. It apparently fascinates her to hear about a female slave!

The nice thing is that her questions are truly well-thought-out and not derogatory or insulting in any manner. As an example, If her fiancé/my young friend asks you to show me your pussy, would you do it?

My response: If that is what He wants me to do, yes, I will do it. Why? Because my Owner told me years ago, that he is a friend and a man I need to respect and to obey. So in order to please my Owner, I will do as your fiancé asks of me, and I will do it to the best of my ability.

I then had to add that I hope He knows he doesn’t have to ask. As usual, He just needs to tell me what to do, and I will obey. “Asking is for girlfriends, not for slaves”.

That answer led to a long conversation about asking versus commands. She was curious as to why I would just let a man come into the house, point to the floor for me to kneel in front of them and have me suck His cock, then leave. “What do I get out of that?”

She keeps putting the mental focus on her. “I would never just give Him a blowjob because He wanted one and let him walk away. We are in this together and I need a little pleasure myself” was her response.

That may work for her. But I am wired differently. Maybe from years of training or whatever, but just the idea of a man wanting to use me for His sexual pleasures gets me wet. To kneel in front of a man I respect and want to please Him is like an adrenaline rush for me.

She is a skinny thing with nice boobs. She has friends and is part of the “in” crowd because in part, of her looks. She is very pretty. I have always been “fluffy”, overweight and not part of the popular crowd.

For me, I know it’s my sexual skills that the man wants most from me. Not to have me on His arm and parade me thru the town square. So I compensate. I use sex for their pleasure. Yes, Master-Sir decides if I am allowed to enjoy the experience or if I am there just for their pleasures.

Thankfully, my Young Friend would support me and tell her that I am not as she may think. That I really do enjoy being used for sex. But I am focused on their pleasures more than my own.

She was still confused about the part of us being married, but we did not marry for love. We married for legal reasons. Our relationship started as Master and slave. Evolved into a true, deep, passionate love. Just not as one would think.

I am not here to be loved in a conventional manner. He loves me and loves on me. But not as she imagines. We have our “loving” moments and days. But I am here for Him and His pleasures. My life revolves around pleasing Him. Yes, we have fallen in love over the years, but we have always maintained the relationship as purely Master and slave.

I kind of throw her a curveball by asking her how she gets dressed and why she chooses what she wears. After dancing around the topic, she finally came clean and agreed. She wants to look pretty for society, for what others want her to look like. She, like most girls her age, is focused on what others think of her. Not just her lover. He’s important, and she wants Him to like what she is wearing, but He is not the deciding factor in what she wears.

For me I focus on one person. My Owner. I learned not to care what others think about me, what I look like, or what I may wear or not wear. If my Owner is pleased with what I am doing, what I am wearing, or what I am talking about, I am happy. That is all.

I am 240 pounds. Big saggy boobs, plump ass, and a pussy you can easily fist and not hurt me. Yet I am proud to walk around the house completely naked when others are dressed. They get to see me, feel me up if they want, or use me for certain things.

My Owner has taught me not to be embarrassed by my body because it pleases Him that I am naked. He likes me this way (naked and available). That’s why I am always smiling. I am pleasing Him and I am happy to please Him..

Does your Owner date other women?

My Owner can be a very romantic man, and it shows with the women He has in His life. He has two sides to His life.

One side is His fun side. His work and pleasure side. He goes out with friends, has pretty women He likes to flirt with, and some He may even date. That will often lead to nights of mad, passionate sex in the bedroom or other rooms in the house. Then i may be called in to clean them up or to offer other services to them.

Other times, I am not even involved. I am locked in my bedroom and hear them fuck. Otherwise, he takes them out to have sex, and I just hear about them afterward if He desires to share them with me.

In the past, I have dated and have been taken on some amazing adventures. But I never felt right about them. I never understood why until I met my Owner. I never felt right because, outside the bedroom, they wanted the hand-holding, romantic stuff. Not the Master/slave stuff. My mind was wired for me to serve.

The other side is His Dom Side. I belong to Him. Like the Dog he named me after. I am obedient. He treats me not as His lover, but as his prized possession. If he wants to take me out on a date, he will, and we do, often. (the Top Gun movie is amazing!).

Otherwise, I am here to do what I need to do to make His life easier. I like to please Him. To see that he works hard, and in return, he can come into His castle and relax. Leave the worries of the day behind. I am here to make sure nothing upsets his peace and quiet.

I’m a big girl. There is a lot of me here to love. So I need it to be a little rougher than the average girl. Gentle love-making or small penises don’t work. I enjoy feeling my boobs being pulled, bitten, and hit. My nipples need to be felt hard. Having my ass invaded makes me cum the hardest.

She was now wide eyed and silent

So being just a cum dump for special men is a treat because they just need to get off. Get their cocks in a wet hole, fuck me as hard and rough as they want. Then let me suck their wonderful cocks clean and get them back to their life. I get used and I get off on being used like that by men I respect.

Skinny women want to be romanced. They can always find sex easily and be choosy because their beauty attracts men who want to fuck them. They get to decide when they get fucked, what hole they will allow the man to use, and if his cock is suitable for her pleasures.

Skinny vanilla women don’t get into being used roughly. They want that long, play, kissy, and huggy stuff before they get to the sex part. I don’t do any of that.

Like with the Pretty Brunette. She liked making love to my Master, then lying there and relaxing together, alone afterward. It took only a few times for her to get used to having a slave to service her afterward.

She came to enjoy the after-sex part. I came in with towels and cold drinks. Then sucked my Master’s cock clean of her juices. After he was soft, He would push my face into her pussy, and I cleaned her up.

She enjoyed the tenderness of being licked and loved down there. Especially liked it when she was told she didn’t have to reciprocate. Just lie back and enjoy. I made them both smile before I was told to leave them alone for the night..

My Young Friend’s fiancé is getting used to the fact that not all women want to be “equal.” Some enjoy being the lesser sex. We are overall happier.

As I always say, my life isn’t for everyone. But I found what makes me the happiest, and I am living beyond my wildest dreams.

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