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Prelude to the Draft Weekend

April 27, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Ok, where to start on this one! This has been a few weeks in the planning. As the slave, I was the eon left to plan everything and keep it all organized! It’s not been easy, but I think I have it all worked out now. Not that I have any choice, the day has arrived and it all needs to fall into place!

For the next four days, I will be the service slave to the four men who probably knew me more intimately than anyone else on earth. During the next four days, I will be their complete and obedient slave. I have no doubt that they will use me in every way they can possibly use me, knowing that I will enjoy each and every minute of my service to them.

Why are they here? They are in Las Vegas this weekend to have fun and enjoy the festivities of what is known as The NFL Draft. Don’t ask me, I’m not a football fan. I just know it’s all sports and it’s all weekend and Las Vegas is packed with a lot of people here to experience it.

Besides the four men I need to serve, my Boss/Dom loaned me to my old department, where I used to work with high rollers, big spenders, and the big gamblers. Some have become wonderful friends who ask for me every time they come to Las Vegas.

Hopefully somewhere in there, I will have time to rest and rejuvenate!

Who Is Here?

First Master – Master-Mark -This is the man who first called me a slave and I slapped His face. As he explained his reason for calling me that! After calming me down and talking me thru it, I understood more of what he meant and realized that He was right.

I had lost touch with Him over the years. However, 5 years ago, on a holiday trip back to see the family in Chicago, we found Him outside a mall, homeless and asking for spare change.

We hooked Him up with my former Boss/Dom who lived nearby, who took Him in, found Him a job and they became friends.

Note: I thought I had the story of our first meeting, but apparently it was deleted with the first blog and was never recovered.

My original Boss/Dom – This is the man who saw me as a gold digger when I first interviewed to be a maid at a resort in Phoenix. He managed the Housekeeping department and thought i was using his department as a stepping stone to get to the front desk or management.

In reality, it was my Owner who demanded that I get a job as a maid in a resort. Having Retail Management experience, this was to be humiliating for me and it was. Especially when I ended up having to beg for the job by promising Him daily blowjobs. After hearing that, He hired me right after I sucked His cock!

He later transferred to Las Vegas and I was part of His transfer agreement. I was brought along as His office administrator.

He left the company several years ago and we have remained friends ever since. he does get to use me when He is in town or we are visiting near Him.

Jason – I met Him when he was, well I can say His real age at the first meeting. He lived in another state, but visited His Uncle in Phoenix often. His uncle was my first Boss/Dom.

At first, He was staying at his Uncles house during spring break or summer. Over the course of the summer, I took his virginity in all three of my holes (smiles).

He would use me often after He started college and stayed more with His uncle. At one point, I was “gifted” to Him and some of His fraternity brothers. read that here

The fourth Man is my Owner. And that’s pretty self-explanatory. i am here to serve Him. It is my only goal in life to make Him happy in any way that I can. And this is one of the ways I will make Him very happy.

Master Mark is staying at our house and will sleep in the guest bedroom. i will take care of his needs. Clean his room and keep his clothes clean. I stocked the refrigerator with his favorite beer, the pantry has his favorite snacks in it.

I picked Him up at the airport, brought Him home, unpacked his bags, and gave Him his first of what I am sure will be many blowjobs while He is here!

Boss/Dom and Jason will stay in a near the strip hotel/condo that has two bedrooms and a pool that I verified will have hot ladies in it all weekend long for Jason to ogle and hopefully, score with.

Today, during my lunch, I went to their suite and stocked it with their favorite beverages and snacks. Also, left plenty of condoms and a few toys around as well. Master-Sir made sure I included a wooden paddle in case they need to punish me or just want to beat my ass because they can. (ouch)

They will arrive tomorrow and I will go over when they arrive to unpack their bags and serve them as needed. I will return at least once a day to make sure the suite is properly cleaned and stocked with fresh towels and sheets.

The plan is for the men to get together and spend most of the afternoon down on the Strip doing whatever they are to do. Then in the evening, they will be at the house here for dinner, drinks, and conversation.

During dinner tonight with Master Mark and my current Boss/Dom, they discussed some new rules for me to follow, I will talk about those later. But while they were enjoying the evening and ignoring me, Master’s Boss (The Boss) called and asked if He and His son (The Son) could join them for the festivities and Master-Sir liked that idea. The more the merrier I guess!

Yes, four men, ok, maybe now six, who have fucked every one of my holes. Has punished me and used me as their sex toy as well as their domestic wench, are all friends or will become friends and will use me together, separate, and for many, many different things.

This is what I live for!
I will be used, abused, and very sore in all the right places when they all go home Sunday and Monday. But I will have a smile on my face that will take weeks if not months to wear off!

More to come!

A Celebration of Life

March 18, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

The Pretty Brunette has been an important part of my Owner’slife for over 5 years. So that means she was an important part of my life as well.

After battling cancer for the last two years, she finally lost her fight and went peacefully in her sleep. Last weekend we flew to Cincinnati in order to attend her celebration of life.

Long-time readers will remember Jason. He is the nephew of my first Dom/Boss. I was also his first blow job and first anal sex toy. He lives close to Cincinnati and works, like His uncle, in the hospitality field. He arranged for us to stay at a local hotel.

It was only for two days, but we had arranged for him to join us on the day of the celebration. Master-Sir and I had discussed the issue of me being “there”. We figured most of the family knew about Him, but how would you explain me? So Jason agreed to be my chaperon and show me the sights while Master-Sir went to the event. She never wanted a funeral, she wanted her life to be celebrated.

The first night there, we were having dinner in the hotel restaurant with Jason, as well as The Pretty Brunette’s sister, The Pretty Blonde. We were later joined by Diane. Apparently, she was a former roommate, sometime lover.

The dinner conversation did not go exactly as one would imagine. Being that this was an event for the family and friends to remember a person in their life.

When Master-Sir explained that I would not attend the celebration, both the sister and the roommate loudly objected. Telling us that I was a part of her life and as such, many people there would be expecting to meet this mysterious woman. The boyfriend? No problem. But they heard stories about his wife and they wanted to meet her.

The Pretty Brunette told them stories about me? The sister, having visited Las Vegas and stayed with us on several occasions, let others know that the mysterious boyfriend was married and the wife was ok with it…

I found it funny that Diane, the roommate/lover had always been a bit jealous of what she knew about me. For whatever reason, I had never met her. She was always gone when I was there. According to her, The Pretty Brunnette would talk about how I could worship her pussy until she fell asleep. Something Diane could never do.

After dinner, Master-Sir wanted to spend some time in the bar to catch up on college basketball. Letting Jason take me back to the room and use me. His wife hates anal sex and I always loved when He would use me there.

It felt nice to be back on my knees with my ass there for rHim. Its been a long time since anyone has used me for sex. Master-Sir has been in a deep depression the last couple of months as she started to lose her battle.

My usual stable of men wanting to use me have been busy with their own lives, so they would use me for a quick blowjob, nothing more. Even my Boss/Dom has been out of the loop for a while.

So having my friend Jason, wanting to use my holes was a pleasure. To feel Him inside me, talking nice to me and not being too rough on me. It was all a wonderful experience. When He came inside me, I was not wanting to pull out. I wanted Him to stay there and let me enjoy the warmth of His cum and the fullness of His cock. But I knew I needed to let Him go. I needed to suck His cock clean, thank Him, then get Him dressed and send Him back home to the wife.

The celebration was a wonderful experience. We heard some wonderful stories from many different people. She touched a lot of lives in her short time on this planet and I felt very honored to know that even begin the slave to her boyfriend, she thought very kindly of me and even told some people about me. Me, being the wife to her boyfriend. Thankfully not much beyond that!

Master-Sir actually slept the entire flight home. I mean from the time we got into our seats until the plane landed in Las Vegas. He had not slept that well in weeks and I was so happy to see Him do that. I knew now that He had come to peace with what all had happened and that she will always be in His heart. He was ready now to rejoin life.

Never forget, tomorrow is never guaranteed. Say “I love you” to your special someone as often as you can…

Dinner with the Boss/Dom and His Subbie

December 5, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Arriving back in Chicago was a painful, pleasant and awe-some experience after all these years. The COVID-19 restrictions aside, I was here for my family and was not going to let the government stand in my way of accomplishing what I needed to accomplish. Being a tourist or a visitor to a city like Chicago, like Las Vegas, we can skirt the rules a little better than the local people.

After getting to our/my hotel room and giving the concierge, Mr Jackson, the man who picked us up at the airport, his “Thank You” blowjob, Master-Sir had me contact my former Boss/Dom and see about dinner. Finding out that they were not far away, at a friend’s condo, they invited us over.

For the record, I never got used to getting dressed up and bundled up for all the cold air and snow. I just didn’t want to deal with it! So it was a painful process to do so.

Riding by UBER, we found out the driver, Marcus, likes to hang out by the hotel and gets most of his rides from there. Hint, Hint… He smiled when he told us that. (Marcus drove me 8 more times and got two blowjobs he said that he loved and wanted more)

Twelve floors up, we could see the Miracle Mile, that famous stretch of Chicago retail and business center I used to be a part of. The memories started to flow again! My Boss/Dom gave the condo owners a gift certificate for some restaurant outside of town. That was in exchange for leaving us all alone for Dinner and beyond.

When we entered the condo, we were greeted by His topless submissive wife Susanne who handed my Owner a glass of His favorite Bourbon. After a welcome kiss and hug by my Boss/Dom, I was instructed to get naked and follow Ms Susann to the kitchen. The Men had things to talk about and walked into the living room, enjoying the view of the skyline.

As I said before, I am so glad that He found a wonderful woman to really settle down with. She is a living doll! Ms Susann is the lady for Him! He always loved ladies with long, soft hair and she had that in abundance! Down her back. She also had really nice large breasts and not much of the fatness like i have around the tummy area. So they stood out more. She was a big-boned type of gal with a radiant smile and a kind word about everyone!

I was naked. However, here naked is such a subjective term. I was allowed to keep my socks on and my blouse on but it had to be open. I just had to remove the jacket, the boots, the scarf, and the long wool skirt. They wanted to see the slave naked as she can be without freezing her bits off (yet)

As my Owner continued into the room to say hello to my former Boss/Dom, she smiled that smile and welcomed me in. She was like me, only topless. But i say that because she was behaving so normal being topless, she enjoyed the freedom she had to be “this way”. She kept telling me that. She started to talk and ask questions about the flight and all. We were like old friends from moment one.

The Dinner

Not that dinner was much to prepare. They ordered a steak and lobster dinner tray from their favorite nearby restaurant and it was all delivered. She smiled when she told me that her “Master” made her start to give rewards to the delivery people as I do. She said she was pleasantly surprised to find that offering these strange men blowjobs was actually more of a turn-on than she expected it to be.

As for the meal, we slaves just needed to unwrap it, put it on plates and bowls then make it all look proper, and to set the table for the Masters. Thankfully I was allowed to sit at the table, not on the cold, hardwood floor i was expecting. Even Ms Susann mentioned how nice it was to have me at the table.

Over a wonderful meal, we all reconnected and got up to date. My Boss/Dom said He saw great things in our concierge friend and is grooming Mr. Jackson to maybe one day come out to Las Vegas and work in a management position in one of the resorts there. He has the skills and the right references to be a great manager. It’s this lockdown and the killing of the tourism trade that made them pause that plan.

I learned that Master-Sir and He agreed to let Mr. Jackson be my morning wake up. He would come to the room at 6 am every morning to make sure that I am awake and ready for the day. That means He gets to use me for His morning wake up blowjob before I am allowed to get dressed. He may even be able to bring me breakfast. He does answer to my Boss/Dom already for some parts of His job, so this would just be a bonus and would not look out of place by anyone else in the hotel.

My former Boss/Dom’s subbie is very obedient in her role. She is also very cute in her ways. One of those BBW’s that has a sparkling personality, funny ways of responding and a smile that would light up the town. She is also very smart, well educated and works with a financial consulting firm. Her submission is where she gets the release from a stressful and demanding job. she is able to unplug from the world and just serve her man and feels this is the perfect life she never knew existed before.

After dinner, I was told to clear the plates and clean up the kitchen before returning to them in the living room. I did as I was told and when I returned, she was already sucking my Owner’s cock and He was smiling while talking with her Master about her big titties and overly large nipples He was also playing with on the couch. I was sent to kneel in front of my Boss/Dom and suck His already hard cock. I was really happy to obey that command!

After the Masters were satisfied with our blowjobs and i was swallowing the last of my reward, the conversation continued about what my plans were and any schedules they needed to be aware of. Like my required 8 hours of sleep, meaning I needed to be in bed and lights out by 10pm every night. That would mean I needed to text my Boss/Dom my whereabouts at all times.

Smiles All Around

Ms Susann asked permission of my Owner for some time alone with me. She said I seemed like a fun person to get to know better, so she would like to go shopping, maybe out to see what has changed since I left here. You Know? Girl Time! He agreed. So I was told to make time for that in my time there.

Talking with my Boss/Dom, I still loved and told Him again how much i love to see His smile. Not to say he never smiled before. He smiled occasionally when he was married to the “spoiled little princess” (His Words) when He lived in Las Vegas. He is so much happier doing what He is doing now and He said that finding her just made it all worth whatever it cost to get out of his marriage in las Vegas and change His employment situation. That led us into a longer discussion about her discovering her desire to submit and my desire to be owned. as well as the usual debate on slave versus submissive.

We even got to talking about His nephew Jason and where He is at now. (another long story). He is still engaged to the wonderful lady i met earlier this year and that He talks about whenever we can connect. He was never one to share much about His life unless you were with Him. Not much to share online or on social media.

Ms Susann added that because her Master had some unplanned schedule changes, he may not be able to spend nights with me, but she would be there for a couple of nights if that’s ok? Master-Sir agreed depending on my schedule with the family and medical needs we have yet to know about. But it was made clear i could not say no if she desired to spend the night with me. The asking about my schedule was only a Master being courteous.

It was a wonderful way to start what I assume was going to be a long and drama-filled time with my family. Starting off with a friendly dinner with close friends really helped make me feel good about everything I am about to deal with. To have this as my escape from the family drama when I needed it.

Knowing that the man responsible for my wonderful career is doing better then he was and happier than i had ever seen him, really makes me smile.

The fact that both Master-Sir and he agreed I need to start my updates with Him as we left the dinner. On return to the hotel, after getting naked and serving master-Sir a cocktail, I texted my Boss/Dom to let Him know I was about to retire for the evening and I would text Him in the morning.

So it was beginning…

Master-Sir Rules for caring of His slave

September 6, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

This is actually an update from an older post about what happens when Master-Sir leaves me at home. Like when He traveled for work and for pleasures. In those instances, he tries to have someone check-in on His slave daily r even allow them to stay here overnight. not that I need to be watched over for any particular reason other than I am His slave and as His property, He wants to make sure I am safe and protected.

So when he was on the road for work or off vacationing with His girlfriend, Master-Sir would invite one of His friends to check in on me every day, to make sure I was obeying Him and if I needed anything. They could, if they desired, spend the night here and use me for their pleasures.

It used to be Master Jerry, His friend and business associate, who would almost always be the first to volunteer. Second runner up was usually Jason. Each time we left for the airport, Master-Sir would leave them a note with some updates on things He needed them to do or asked them to do around the house. as well as reminding them of the “Rules for Using the Slave”.

With permission, I copied them below:

Thank you for agreeing to care for my slave this weekend.

Before you take her leash, I just wanted to give you some guidelines to help you take better care of my slave while I’m gone. Bitch-Slave is my pet, she is my pride and joy and I want to keep her healthy and safe while making sure she serves you like I know she will.

Yes, she is my slave and I expect you to treat her as such. Respect her as my slave, but please use her as your own. Ok?

During your time caring for her, you are welcomed at my Home. What is mine is yours. For my slave’s safety and comfort, she will spend the nights at my home. You can take her anywhere you want, but she sleeps here. You are welcomed to sleep in my bedroom. I had my slave change the sheets and told her to organize it for you.
Do not leave the house while the slave is in bondage or locked in her room.
You have free use of all her holes. Use them as often as possible (condoms are a must for two of her holes).
No water sports of any kind.
No public nudity or exhibition.
The slave can not miss or be late for her work.
The slave will need 8 hours of sleep per night.
Do not let the slave on the furniture if possible. Some exceptions are expected.
As her Master, please do not do anything yourself that can be done by your slave. Use her wisely for your pleasures, relax, and enjoy the weekend!
The slave may not be loaned to others for sex or domestic duties that have not already been approved by me. You know the regulars!
Her slave status will not be disclosed to anyone not familiar to me or to her.
She will be returned to me in the same shape and condition that you got her as.
Bruising from any rough play or needed punishment is acceptable and appreciated.
Always remember the slave is there for YOUR pleasures, not for hers. Enjoy!

I loved it when Master-Jerry was in charge of me. He would spend the night here and let me sleep with Him. He would want to call our friends Jason and Frank to see if they could come over sometime during the weekend to use me or to watch sports with Him. They did as often as possible. They used me for rough sex as well as watched their sports as I served them drinks and snacks as usual. They loved the extra attention I could give them when it was just them here.

Master-Jerry seemed to enjoy how He would often send me an email during work outlining what He wanted for meals, snacks and to drink. Things I would need to get before I arrived home that night. He liked not having to think too much after a day at His office. he knew what he wanted and it was done for Him.

Master Jerry, like others, appreciated the rules being printed out. they were not all used to having a slave at their calling. One they could use as they wanted to without the feeling of guilt or shame. They would ask a few times f I was ok being used like they were wanting to use me. Or if I was ok, being naked and fucked rough or if they felt I wanted it soft and gentle. We would have a few talks the first night on how they didn’t have to worry about my feelings or my needs. i was there to serve them!

If they stayed the night, I would be allowed to sleep with them most times, other times I would stay in my own bedroom, but they always all wanted a morning blowjob in bed. I guess its some man thing or something like that. A dream for many to have a woman bring them breakfast in bed then suck their cock first thing in the morning. Most women apparently don’t do that without some sort of coercion or something! !

The other benefit that I had with them staying here is they allowed me to use the Master Bathroom for my morning shower. They could lay in bed, watch the naked fluffy chick wash her large saggy tits and shave her pussy nice and smooth for them. Occasionally they would want me to join them in the shower so i could wash them from head to cock to toes and back to their cock again. In the shower. Another men’s fantasy??

Any rule you would change??

Loving My Protector

April 21, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-sir was off with Miss Evvy, having fun in San Diego while his slave was left at home, alone. He had Jason be my protector while he was away. Jason was always the gentleman that I have come to love. He stopped in or called often during the weekend. On Saturday, He and some friends were coming over to bar b q and use the pool for some skinny dipping and fun. This included Jason’s new lady.

Jason asked that I be topless and not be “too slave like”. Just obedient and domestic! I said I would make Him proud and not embarass Him in front of His friends. That I would stay out of their way much of the time. It was Jason, His lady and three men from the condo/spring break weekend that I already knew. The men got naked quickly and I took my time to enjoy the view of four young studly men in their prime and showing it all off in my pool!

But I promised Jason that I would only be visible when I was needed. Otherwise, I would stay in the house and get the food and drinks ready. I had noticed His lady just sat in the shade, on the patio and never made a move to undress or to join the men in the pool.

I was in the kitchen when I heard Jason approached His lady and they started to talk. More like argue, but it was loud. She was not naked or topless, even after she promised Him she would be. He asked her what the problem was and she told Him she was not going to be topless or naked while “That fat thing in the kitchen is around here ogling her” Jason had warned me she was a little bit of a princess and thought she was too good for everyone else.

Jason assured her that I was not “ogling her” or anything else and she no reason to be embarrassed about being topless or naked around me or anyone else. That’s when she hit him with the “I can not imagine what kind of man would want to have THAT thing to go to bed with or to have sex with. He must be a real loser.”

Hearing those words as I stood there next to the sink, I was stunned, ashamed, mad, furious, hurt, embarrassed for Jason and I was getting more angry by the word. I wanted to stomp out there and give her a piece of my mind. But I didn’t. I waited to see or hear what Jason would do. That’s when I am reminded of how I love that boy for the Man that he has become.

Jason raised His voice like I never heard Him raise it before as he told her in no uncertain terms that what she just said was not called for. That she was a guest in “That Man’s Home”. That the lady she insulted was His friend and that was not right and it will not be tolerated.

The conversation continued and it turned ugly and into an argument with it all ending with Jason telling her that I can do one thing better. And with that, she stopped silent, waiting to hear what that one thing was. She was silent for a few seconds before she realized her boyfriend has had sex with “that Pig”. At that point, I could hear Jason’s breathing getting heavy and loud. Thats never a good thing. He was furious at her. Meanwhile inside the house, I was beyond furious and was about to run out there and do something to her.. Anything, I was just so mad that in this day and age, people, adults still think and talk that way about others.

Jason stopped it all and told her in very measured breaths to leave the property before he throws her off the property. (They came in her car) She tried to say something else but Jason just repeated what he had said before.

Once I heard her car start up and leave, Jason called me out to the patio. He knew I heard it all and was trying to apologize for what was said and done. As were the other men. But I stopped them all and thanked Jason for His defense. He gave me a big hug and wanted to know what He could do to make it up to me. I just told Him to please continue being that nice guy I always know Him to be. But I guess my tears didn’t mask the pain i was feeling.

Jason followed me into the house and held me while I had a nice cry. Nothing much was said, he just let me cry and held me until i stopped. I needed to get on with the day and not ruin it for them. I had food prepared and drinks getting warm. he was not ready to let me go yet.

Jason is the Man

Jason is a grill master like no other. That Man can grill a mean hamburger. They all got fed, got wet, had a fun afternoon, and then left. Jason spent the night. He slept in the guest room and allowed me to sleep with Him. As we curled up, he kept trying to apologize for His now Ex-Girlfriend. and I kept shushing Him up. it’s old news and needs to move on.

I offered to suck His cock,. but He told me he was not ready for that yet. But I felt safe and loved wrapped in His arms as I do when i am wrapped in the arms of my Owner.

I feel so lucky to be a slave who is loved by her Owner as much as i am and for Him to have chosen a protector of His slave in His absence as he does with Jason.

They, Alone, Together

April 20, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir and Miss Evvy are alone, in San Diego, together. Alone, together without His trusty and loyal slave. Alone with each other while the slave is home, almost alone, and hurting from it all. But still loving the fact that they are alone together. Does that any make sense?

This is the first time they left me alone for more than one night. Miss Evvy is in San Diego on a job assignment and asked Master-Sir to fly out and spend the weekend with her, alone. He immediately ordered me to make the plane reservations ASAP. I made them and drove Him to the airport. Telling Him as I kissed Him goodbye, I hoped He has fun with her, alone. In my heart, I wished for nothing like that. I wanted to be with Him, alone, in San Diego.

He told me that He asked Jason to stop by and check on me occasionally. Master-Sir told Him that he could spend the night if he wanted to and even have a few friends over, that I would cook for them. I thanked him for that. To think about me and make sure i am ok while He is off with His girlfriend, having sex, having fun, and relaxing. Without me.

Jason did come over Friday night. I made Him His favorite lasagne with a bottle of wine. We ate out on the patio and chatted. He was the gentleman and gave me permission to sit on the furniture. i did for a while, but it did not feel right. I respect Jason as a growing Master and felt that was not right to be His equal. He accepted my reasoning but only after we had dinner.

He talked about His latest girlfriend of six months. How she is nice, pretty, smart but has some issues (she really has some issue, but that’s a later post) that make Him wonder. He was more interested in me. How i am doing with my Owner away with his girlfriend. The fact that I made the reservations and took Him to the airport.

As usual, i tried to explain the pain, but it’s a wonderful pain. A pain that cuts sharp and so deep it hurts me to the soul. But yet I am happy. He makes me happy and I love to see him happy. the fact that I want them to be happy together so bad that it hurts made Jason wonder what i was into!

Jason offered to fuck me once He learned that its been 4 months since my owner used my pussy. But I explained that He can do that to me anytime he wants. Jason has had permission to use all three of my holes for over a year now. I tried to explain that it’s just not the same when others fuck me that way. It’s not the same feelings, emotions or energy. Yes, other men have fucked me in the pussy since January, but it’s not the same.

The power and the submission, the hurt and the pleasure I get from not being fucked by HIM is a high by itself. The emotions that i feel when they (MAster-Sir and Miss Evvy) have vaginal sex and leave me to the clean up is another form of erotic humiliation i live for. What I want is the release I get when He takes control of me and uses my pussy for His pleasure is undeniably now the greatest feeling I could ever feel and I’m being denied that emotion, that feeling. Leaving me with a hurt that makes me want Him even more and makes me want to please Him more. if there was any way I could do that.

Jason left late that night as Master-Sir and I did a video chat. Miss Evvy was looking lovely as usual and thanked me for making His reservations and taking Him to the airport. To others, that may seem like a small sentence and has no real meaning, but seeing her smile and the way that she said it, i knew it was more. She likes that. To let me know She is the woman He wants to be with and I am just the slave. Yes, I am the slave, and its what I want. But to have the “Better Woman” remind you by having you do her bidding just adds to the pain of seeing them happy, alone, together in San Diego.

Such a Cute Couple

Saturday night call was even more erotic, humiliating and hurtful. After having Jason and some friends over and learning of His blowout with his now ex-girlfriend, i had another video chat with Master-Sir and Miss Evvy. That was after I saw her Facebook profile was filled with photos of the two of them out on the beach, at Sea World and doing all those things boyfriends and girlfriends do on vacation. Alone, without me.

Then to read all the comments from her friends telling her how lucky she was to have a man “like that” in her life. A real keeper that seems like they get along really well and have fun. They make such a “cute couple” – what they don’t know is that there is a slave back in Las Vegas, hurting and horny.

In the video chat, Master-Sir left Miss Evvy and myself alone to talk. She could not stop talking (on purpose) about the sex they had last night and how my Owner just really relaxed and let Himself be on vacation and fucked her silly. His great fucking was making her pussy raw and hurting. With that, she asked if i remember when the last time my owner fucked me? Yes, I did. New Year’s Eve. She smiled at me and faked a blond moment and said “Oh yea, that’s right. He really does likes fucking me more than he does you. well, have a good night and NO masturbating. ” with that, the call ended.

Yes, I cried myself to sleep. Thinking about them without me. having fun as a couple. A real couple. Me not having had sex with my Owner, my lover, for over four months and here she was having great sex with Him multiple times. She did comment about how awful it was to have such great sex and have to clean up the wet spots themselves. Another erotic humiliation moment. But at least I was remembered.

As I bathed in the morning, my first real bath in ages, i thought of them. As them. As a couple that I served and i found myself smiling. The pain was still there but it was being pushed away by the pleasant thoughts of them missing me as their slave. Their slave. As much as I wanted to be her and to be there. I also was glad they were there to be alone and be with each other and to miss me. I want to be their slave. I thought that was strange. I wanted to be THEIR slave.

Why is the pain of all this so powerful, yet so erotic and is always followed by a wave of warm, wonderful pleasure and happiness?

Making a Man Feel Good

March 29, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Do you want to know what part I love most about being a slave is? It’s just that; Being a slave. That’s when I get to turn off the real world and just listen to my Owner tell me what I can do to please Him. The rest of the world just goes away. No matter what He has planned for me, I am free from that choice or worry and can only enjoy the act of being obedient and the filling His orders are what being His slave brings to my life.

Right now is that college basketball tournament time and Las Vegas is just a madhouse. The resort I work in is now filled with either overaged teenagers trying to feel important or spring breakers here to get drunk and feel nothing but the cool pool and the nightclubs.

After spending 12 to 14 hours a day in the resort dealing with all that chaos, then going home to find Master-Sir in full party mode with His friends in town and at the house to watch the games, makes my life seem like a never-ending battle of basketball madness and men being silly and childish. But I am Loving the chaos.

Coming home to a house filled with people drunk, excited and having fun while making a complete mess of my recently cleaned home could send a normal person to the crazy farm. But I always remember that it’s not my home. The home, like me, is Owned and our owner wants it kept clean and orderly. That’s all. My mind quickly slips back into slave mode as the garage door opens and I know I will soon be topless or maybe even nude and in my happy place again. As strange as that sounds, being the half-naked maid to a house filled with some strange men cheering on a ball game, makes me rejuvenated again and oh so well pleased.

Don’t get me wrong. I do get something else out of all this basketball craziness and horrible working conditions. My darling Owner has offered me a full day in the spa of my choice if my Kentucky boys wins it all. If they lose, I get a flogging or paddling from one of his friends to be named later. To a slave like me, that is a win for me no matter what!

The other night I came home, tired and exhausted, yet anxious to once again get topless (prefer naked, but for this group, its topless only) and get to be my Master-Sir’s domestic goddess to all his wonderful His friends. As the garage door opened and i parked; As I was getting out of my car and getting into my routine of stripping and prepping, Jason came out to greet me. Master-Sir had texted me that he was here with a friend and I was so happy to see Him again. It seems like years since I last saw Jason.

After we kissed and said our hellos, He asked if I could do Him a really big favor? He had already ok’d it with my Owner but wanted to get to me before I got into the house and became distracted. One of His friends was here, a friend from his school. Apparently the friend was a lightweight drinker and was passed out in my bedroom. Jason wanted to ask if I would look in on him, make sure He is ok and maybe, please, give him a blowjob? Jason said this friend needed something to make Him smile after his college girlfriend dumped him the other day just as they were leaving for Las Vegas.

Master-Sir was in the kitchen when I entered the house with Jason. He gave me the ok and pointed up the stairs. I smiled, kissed Jason, and told Him ” I got this” as I smiled as I headed up to my bedroom.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man, completely dressed in basketball fan attire. lying on the bed, sleeping, and smiling. I knelt at the side of the bed and softly called His name. To be safe, I also whispered who I was. Not wanting to freak hIm out. When you find a half-naked woman at your bedside in Las Vegas it can mean so many different things.

So I whispered who I was and that i was there to check on him. Since He was in my bed, I wanted to make sure that he was ok. He opened one eye and began to realize he had a topless girl with big boobs looking at him and smiling. Gotta say he was a cute man. Like one of those boys you see in the ads for the hip clothing boutiques or something. Just so sweet and yet so innocent, maybe, And He was in MY bed. I like it when nice looking men are in my bed and I “have to” make them feel better.

He was funny as he asked me if I was topless? I asked if He was ok with a fluffy woman at His side with her tits hanging out and he laughed. “Oh Hell YES!”. Then I asked Him about the girlfriend? She was the love of his life since 10th grade! Now she is gone! Graduated and dumped Him for some stud in Seattle! Oh, The story of lost love and youth!

As we talked in soft tones because His head was hurting, He let his one hand slip and touch my breast. He quickly took it back and apologized for doing that. i told Him that was ok. That’s what I am here for and moved it back on my breast. I giggled because I hadn’t teased a man like this in ages!

He smiled when i asked him if there was anything I could do to make him feel more comfortable? In a drunken slur, he said I could suck his dick? At least He knew what he wanted!! He quickly apologized and said he could use a drink of water or something and apologized again. I had to know so I asked if his girlfriend ever did that for Him? Ever give Him a blowjob? he said she would, only after he begged her to or if it was a special thing.

My favorite type of cock I like to suck. A deprived one. I assured Him that it would be my pleasure to suck His dick. hearing that got both of his eyes opened as I moved onto the bed and pulled back the sheets while He quickly started to fumble with his pants. Seems like he was suddenly getting sober now!

Per my rules, I am to be naked when being used like this. So I removed my skirt. This when he saw just how naked and how fluffy I am and he blurted out how much he loved my BIG TITS! Blushing, He was now fully erect and awake while I took him all the way in my mouth. he purred so cute at that and started to breathe heavy and moan just by me taking His cock in my mouth. I had yet to start worshiping His cock and he was already too happy!

A couple of thrusts, some soft kisses to the shaft and a hand massage to the balls and he was telling He was about to explode! Most times when they tell me that, I have ot laugh because their version of “explode” and my version are really different. In this case, he was exploding and filling my mouth and down my throat. it was wonderful, warm and thick.

I felt sorry for the boy. He was apologizing for the sudden burst and the steady flow. He really wanted to enjoy it longer and hoped I was ok with it. He swears he never cums that fast, but it had been so long… Yes, I know the story. Especially if they never had a real blowjob before!

He was trying to pull out of my mouth, but I held him there until he was done cumming and stopped his heavy breathing and moaning. I had licked the last of His juices off before letting his now limp cock drop out of my mouth and I smiled up at Him to see if that was ok. I like teasing the men with that part! He looked down at me and started to thank me. That was amazing, no woman ever did it like that! (I wonder how the other women do it?) Telling him that it was my pleasure as I zipped Him up. He asked if He could kiss my breasts? I put them over Him and he just smiled and hugged them. I could feel His lips on my nipples followed by a sweet and gentlemanly “Oh Thank you Mam”.

As I got up, He asked me about my clothes. Where were my clothes? I told Him i came up here topless because that’s How I am. And if He wants another round? Can He? Later? for that, I told Him to please ask the man of the house. But I am sure that He would allow you to use me again if you feel better!! With that, He wanted to get up and go ask! He kept telling me that He really wanted to just thank the man of the house for letting me suck His cock. Was he my husband? My boyfriend? What? I said to ask Him yourself.

We walked down the stairs to the party, Master-Sir was still in the kitchen chatting with Jason and another friend. My young friend could not get to my Owner fast enough to thank Him for letting his girlfriend give a complete stranger a blowjob. Jason smiled at my Owner, gave me a kiss and thanked me, then told his buddy that I was the maid at the condo last year. Remember the other guys talking about her? His only response was “That was HER??”

My Owner just smiled, told Him to consider the blowjob a gift. Not to worry about it and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He reminded him of what was agreed to when he entered the house. This is a VERY private party. What happens here stays here. Master-Sir huddled with the friend and Jason, whispering to them both that if he wants another blow job, just ask Him or ask Jason. Jason knows if I am available. If he behaves and parties properly.he just may get a free “thank you” before He leaves. He happily agreed.

Master-Sir looked at me and pointed to the pool where some men were standing around talking. But the drinks were all empty. I smiled and said “Yes Sir” and went off to start my bitch slave domestic duties.

Another Man pleasured. Another cock enjoyed and I am just getting started with my slave duties. I am such a loved slave!

Back to Normal??

January 11, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

So the new year started out pretty good I thought. Master-Sir’s favorite Uncle was here while Miss Evvy was away. That change added to the excitement. we all had fun, I served, they enjoyed.

When she returned, the Uncle went away and I suddenly got sick. I mean the deep chills, the sweats, and the coughing that would just not stop. So much so that I was not allowed to properly serve Miss Evvy or my Owner the night she came back to town. They put me to bed and locked me in my room.

Later, the Doc said it was something nasty going around,. The flu, only worse. Cured only with serious Bed rest, antibiotics, etc. In other words, the slave was out of order for awhile.

It’s been an amazing week being homebound, bed rest and no Internet. or not much time or even having the feeling to go online. So I missed everyone but being disconnected also helped.

With me not able to serve, He had others serve me, yuck. I have never liked being served, i always want to be the one serving them. Especially Master-Sir. He needed a slave. Always needs a slave!

me being sick brought people to visit. That was something I was not expecting. Master-Sir made it known that after the first couple of days I was home alone and in need of rest in the morning, but was going bat crazy in the afternoon and maybe needed some company. That invite came with a notice. i was off-limits to serving but could use some cheering up. Even Master’s best friend Fred stopped by during the day. Not wanting sex or any other services. He just came to bring me over some of His wife’s homemade chicken soup and he kept me company. To talk, as I cough and eat every last licking drop of that wonderful soup!

On the night’s Miss Evvy was here, i could hear them having fun, then having sex. But I wasn’t there to help to prepare or to clean up, I wanted to but Master-Sir forbids me to leave my room. I felt sad, lonely, and forgotten. I know I wasn’t but not being there made me have those bad feelings.

Jason stopped by as well as others from work and who i have served in the past. Nice to see friends, felt weird not serving them or being naked or kneeling. Just stay in bed and let them come to me with food, gifts and lots of talk!

Now, today is first day I’m wide awake, up and out of bed!

Master-Sir rewarded me with a messy house to clean and a cock that had Miss Evvy’s aroma on it needing to be sucked and I loved it all!! I loved being back to myself, being able to serve, being able to be used and to restart my New Year right!

Thank you All who called, text-ed, emailed and stopped over. I love you All!! And GO PACKERS!!!!

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