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Why Do I Allow Them to Use Me like That?

September 3, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

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.

Lunch with a treat

April 26, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Today was the first 90-degree day. This means the pool season has officially started. As a slave, I am always naked, but for others, our pool is clothing-optional. My men were nude and enjoying the sunshine.

I made my men a light lunch of sandwiches and chips and served them on the patio. I knelt beside them, and they fed me their scraps.

Later, I cleaned the table and went to put everything away, then get my men fresh beers. I was in the kitchen, having just cleaned everything up. Reaching the refrigerator, I grabbed two bottles and popped the tops off.

With a bottle in each hand, I used my knee to shut the door. As the refrigerator door closed, I was slightly startled by His presence. I did not see Him there, nor did I hear Him come in, but He was smiling at me.

I looked down and saw His cock start to grow. Without a word, He grabbed my ponytail and pushed me to my knees. I went to put the bottles down, and He warned me. “Drop those bottles, and I will beat your ass.”.

I held the bottles up as I opened my mouth; Without waiting, he pushed His cock into my throat. He doesn’t gag me, but he fills my mouth very nicely.

Holding one beer in each hand, I was helpless as he held my head and started to fuck my mouth. He started fast and hard and never slowed down.

I was trying to keep Him in my mouth and hang on to the bottles. He would pull out a little bit, and I could feel the head of His cock on my lips before he pushed it back until I could feel His pubic hair on my nose. And do it again.

I was drooling and trying to breathe with each stroke. He reminded me of the rules for blowjobs. “Deep throating is mandatory; breathing is optional.”

“Hurry up, slave, I need to get back out to the pool.” He increased His speed. Soon, I heard Him take a deep breath and stop moving. His cock head was right on the tip of my tongue. I felt it start to pulse as I tasted His precum. Then He shot His load down my throat. My reward for a job will be well done.

I could feel Him take a deep breath as He held my head and finished filling my mouth as I tried to swallow it all.

He stayed almost motionless, and I worshipped His cock, making sure each drop of cum was licked off Him as He went soft.

He stepped back, letting His cock fall out of my mouth. He smiled at me. He wiped the last drops of his cum on my lips, then turned to go back outside; I heard Him say, “Dam, I’m going to miss that.”

My Brother leaves on Sunday, and I will miss Him too.

Master Billy and The Boys

September 1, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

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

August 26, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

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

August 11, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

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!

The Conversation

April 3, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Having a young man, living in today’s toxic environment and being manipulated by the feminist movement all around Him, as your Dom for a couple of days, led to some interesting talks.

Master Billy is a smart kid. That helped. He had some honestly thoughtful questions, fed by my curious comments and they always ended with Him using one of my holes for His many pleasures. A young Stud is a Hard Find!

Of course, the big question I always get asked, and it was one He had a difficult time understanding the big picture of it, was why do I “Let” Him (my Owner) do “This” to me? In this case, the “This” is that I am to obey the commands of a 19-year-old kid when I am old enough and experienced enough to handle being on my own at home for a couple of days without a man around to “care” for me.

That led to long talks about feminism and equality as they were meant to be. My desire growing up was to help the older men in my family. As well as a few select females in my family who had earned my respect and my service. Although at the time I did not understand what I was doing beyond being the sweet, friendly little kid.

Even when we were having dinner, He let me sit with Him at the table, I was naked and He was still dressed. Talking about how I was naked because I was told to be naked by my Owner. Well, Yes and no. I always enjoyed being topless or naked, even as a young girl. Whenever I got to be alone, I had to be alone because I was fat and if other kids saw me naked, they made fun of me.

So being naked, for me is a joy. Being naked because a man wants me to be naked and enjoys seeing this naked, fluffy body, gives me a boost of confidence to be more. To want to please Him more.

He Made Me?

I want to have the right to be a “lesser” person to others whom I respect and admire. That’s what feminism was to me growing up. Having the choice to live the life I want. Not to have a life that men or society run by men get to decide for me. For me, It wasn’t ever about being able to compete with a man. I never wanted to compete with a man for the same things.

I was raised by parents who bought into the whole “Be your kid’s friend. Be an equal partner as parents” crap. Dad was never the authority figure, and Mom had equal say in raising us and punishing us. And the punishment was more lectures than anything physical. Mom and Dad both sat down with us and gave us whatever tongue-lashing we earned by doing something wrong. It was never right to me.

His Moral Compass

What I was most concerned with was Him and His mental well-being. I know, I’m getting into those big fancy words!! But He is in that stage of life where He is learning about being an adult, being the man, and having serious relations with females of His own age. And here He is, with an old fat lady who he gets to boss around and use as He wants when He wants without any negotiations or concerns for what I want.

He told me when and what I was to be used for. Something a man is not supposed to be doing with a woman in this “modern age”.

I was worried that my accessibility and how He was allowed to use me would hurt His chances with the ladies. I did not want to be creating a monster here. He insisted, as I was getting ready to suck His cock while watching some show on TV, that my slavery has actually helped Him with the ladies. (His words)

He is somewhat serious with a woman His own age. We have met her, she is really cute, very smart, and we really do like her. He treats her like gold( as he does all other females) and does the whole respect thing with her.

Like my Owner and His girlfriend, He will date her, woo her, and be romantic with her. But it’s an equal relationship. She is not submissive, and He is not Dominant with her.

They insist they are not exclusive and that she is free to date other men, as He is allowed to see other women. She knows He occasionally gets his rocks off with another woman. He didn’t share too many details on that. I was really curious but did not pursue how THAT conversation went.

He sees me as “the other side”, the kinky side of experiencing life. As in being an occasional trip to the “other side” to get some fast relief, a blowjob, as well as an occasional tight ass to fuck, since most women hate “doing that”. I am something to enjoy learning from and with.

That conversation got Him rock hard as I was beginning to enjoy His cock in my mouth (again). But He had other plans and ordered me to show Him my ass. I got on the floor and pointed my head down, my ass up as I held it open for Him to see it. He pushed His cock into my pussy, fucked it for a few seconds, getting me all worked up, then pulled out.

I moaned my disappointment as I felt the head of His cock slide out then stop at the entrance to my asshole. He smiled, I knew it when He just pushed it right in, and I bit my lip and squealed a little from the pain.

As I held to my position, he started to rock himself in and out of my ass with a slow rhythm. He said in a loud voice, “I don’t think she would enjoy me doing THAT to her” ! I just kept panting and thanking Him for the honor to be used like that for Him.

As the pain subsided, the joy, the feeling of His cock filling my tight hole was making me moan louder and with more passion. Until i felt the fatness of the tip of His cock start to pulse. I tried to hold steady as he started to fill my ass with his reward, but he kept pumping hard and grunting.

As He finally stopped pumping, He pulled His cock out. Hearing that “thump” from the suction, I quickly caught my breath and realized what he had done. I turned around to see His cock was still hard. Ready for me to suck it clean.

I wish I was better with the words to describe how I feel when this happens. To be fucked hard like that, no choice in how or what hole. Then to see the afterward. A cock that was just in me, wet and dripping. Waiting for me to make it clean again.

To have it in my mouth no matter where it just was and lick it clean, wash it with my tongue as I worship its greatness as I wait for it to go soft for Him. The man who is using me. Yum!

The fact that they will usually thank me for being there for them to use always leaves me smiling. These wonderful Men my Owner has entrusted to use me want to thank me for them filling my holes with their beautiful cock.

In the end, I get to thank them for the pleasures they gave me. As I get to see that once hard cock, now a soft cock. All clean and ready to go back into the pants. To know I did that! I enjoy kissing the ground they walk on to show my appreciation!

Once he was back dressed. Actually, He just put His jockey shorts back on, He had me neatly fold His pants and put His socks in the hamper, then join Him back on the couch to watch the rest of the movie.

I was used., Not loved, not pampered, not noticed for anything other than what i am. A sex toy who is also His slave. I love that feeling!

For anyone new here: I have known my Young Friend for several years. He was a shy, overweight teenager when we first met. He had acne and was not good at conversation. A real loner who did not want to be that loner.. So we sort of bonded as special friends over that shared part of our life. When I would be at His family’s house to help His mother clean, I would spend time with Him just talking with Him about school, about life, and trying to smile when the world is shitting on you as a vulnerable teenager.

And He has turned out to be a wonderful, loving man.