Today was one of those few days where I wondered what made me want to be a slave. I mean, I am a no-safeword kind of slave. Please don’t get me wrong. It’s been a wonderful life serving my Owner, but today was one of those off times that makes you understand the true meaning of being owned..
I was sleeping soundly after a wonderful, long, full day. Work went well, Master-Sir was in a relaxed mood, and we had a wonderful evening, dinner, and a movie. Some time alone and in bed. Nothing more. No sex, no blowjobs, no using me for anything more than a naked waitress.
I don’t remember falling asleep, so it must have been a nice night. I started to have what I thought were very erotic dreams. And I don’t have them too often. So I was enjoying it. Or trying to enjoy it.
Then I realized I wasn’t dreaming. It was 3 am, and Master-Sir was pushing His hard cock into my ass. Not talking to me or even seeing if I was awake. he was just fucking my ass.
He was lying on top of me with all His weight, just humping me like the Bitch that I am. So I couldn’t move. He was just having His way with me. His grunting was loud and firm as He shoved His cock in and out of my tight hole!
I was trying to enjoy it, but He wasn’t well-lubed, and I was being held down. So I was hurting. I knew i was just there for His use and abuse, and He wanted it that way. It was painful as He worked His cock in and out. All I could do was bite the pillow and let Him finish.
Thankfully He didn’t last too long. He soon came and filled me with His warm reward, then rolled over on His back, and closed His eyes as He exhaled with a smile.
Sorry to explain this, but His cock wasn’t exactly clean after He fucked me. But it was still semi-erect. So I went to get some wet towels to clean Him off, then me.
On the good side, I could feel His cum running down my legs as I went to get the towels! I love that warm feeling. Knowing I was used for His needs. !
After His cock was clean, I went to get myself clean when I felt His hand on my head as he pushed me down to His cock. In His deep, firm Dom voice, he just told me to “drink”. Meaning He needed to pee and did not want to get out of bed.
After I finished swallowing His stream and let His cock fall out of my mouth, He just fell back to sleep. He had used me before like this, but it had been a long time ago, so I was unsure what to think.
I was tired; I was hurting, I was not sure of what i was to do. I wasn’t sure what was going thru His mind that made Him need to use me like that at this early hour. No matter, I was there for His use.
Worse yet, I needed to be up in less than two hours, and I was now wide awake and needed to brush my teeth to get all that taste out of my mouth.
As much as I was mad at Him for using me like that, I was enjoying lying there watching him sleep so soundly and peacefully. He just used me for his needs with no thought of my needs, then fell asleep. I’m here to serve.
My mind and my emotions were torn. One part of me wanted to smother him in his sleep, and another part of me wanted to wake Him up, kiss Him, and thank Him for using me like that!
Either way, I knew it was going to be a long day because I was not going to be able to get back to sleep.
At 5 am I was kneeling at His bedside with His coffee, waiting, smiling. He woke up smiling as if it were just a normal morning. I did get a “Thank you, slave, you were just what I needed this morning. ” meaning the ass fuck and drinking His stream earlier.
I asked what made Him so horny last night? He told me for some reason, he was dreaming about a lady named Carol who works in my Resort in marketing. She was in several meetings he was at and each time she wore a pair of slacks that He thought made her ass look “delicious”. He said he had seen her in other meetings before and enjoyed her energy as well as her bundled-up beauty. “She had incredibly long legs and an ass to die for!” was how he put it.
So He needed to fuck my ass while dreaming of her. He used me while dreaming of her. I had to wonder if He would be that rough with her or if it was just because I was there and He could use me like that.
He got up to take His shower, then to the bathroom sink to brush His teeth and shave, i was in the bedroom, getting the bed made, when He ordered me over to the sink.
As I knelt at His feet, looking at the countertop, He asked me what rule #1 was. Rule #1 is that I am to be naked in the house at all times unless told otherwise.
I wasn’t sure where this was going; not exactly a morning slave question! Except His voice was firm and His words short.
“Slave, what is rule #2?” That’s when I spotted it. I was about to be punished for failing rule #2. “Everything has a place, and everything will be in that place before your slave goes to sleep at night” I started to shake and tear up. I hate it when I disobey or upset Him.
He pointed at an unopened box of Q-tips and a package of lip gloss. “How long have they been sitting there?” I mumbled that they were there from when I went shopping on Sunday. “They have been there for two days? Slave?”
I was now really shaking and crying because i was doing too many things at once on Sunday and just never put them away. Apologies don’t work around here. But I tried to plead my case to my Owner.
He ordered me to get my punishment paddle, “the rubber one”. SHit! I screamed, “No, Sir, Please!” I hate that one. It has a heavy wood handle with a long piece of thick rubber. So when it impacts your butt, it impacts your butt! It continues to push in, and it hurts longer.
All I heard was “NOW”. I went to retrieve what He told me to get. Kneeling in front of Him, the waterworks were on full. I don’t remember much after handing it to Him. Just me crying.
He pointed and I got up, leaned over the edge of the bed, hands out front. I had to count each blow. And since it was there for Two Nights, it was double the punishment.
“One, Master-Sir, Thank You” Two, Master-Sir, Thank You” By the time I got to nineteen, i was falling to my knees and having to force myself up and make the final count of “twenty. Thank You, Sir. I love you, Sir” then I was sent to my bathroom to wipe my tears and get breakfast started.
I kissed His feet, then took the paddle with me as He started to get dressed. His cock was hard, but I knew He never fucks me after a punishment. No matter how hard He gets.
During breakfast, Master Chad came over. He was taking me to work. He wasn’t hungry, and he wasn’t wanting to fuck me as I got dressed. This was just a really weird morning!
He and master-Sir sat at the table to talk about business and admire the very red ass i was told to show them.
Then as I was sent off to get dressed for work, Master-Sir asked Master Chad to insert the large butt plug for me this morning. Master-Sir was serious. I tried to beg Him to reconsider. What if my Boss wasn’t in to take it out? My already sore ass would be in serious pain all day, and I would not get my work done.
Master-Sir never responded as we went up to my room to get dressed. Master Chad told me that if my Boss weren’t there to remove it, He would do it. I kissed Him and thanked Him. Making sure I couldn’t suck His cock or anything? But He was not wanting anything.
As I was leaving to go to work, Master-Sir hugged me, kissed me deeply, and told me that He loved me. He loved having me as His obedient slave. I told Him I loved Him as well and that I was sorry for being disobedient. I know that I deserved the punishment.
To say walking was difficult and painful would not describe it well enough. I was in pain all the way to my desk. Thankfully my Boss was there, and He wanted His morning blowjob. So He also agreed to remove the plug.
Not wearing the plug helped me work better and not be in too much pain. But I was reminded every time I moved that my Owner really owned me. No vanilla girl would tolerate being woken up at 3 am to be fucked while He dreamed of another girl and then have her ass punished like that.
At lunch, Master Chad called me up to an executive suite He was working on. For those that don’t know, an executive suite isn’t a regular suite but a large, well-decorated room, usually on the top floor or near the top. It’s used for meetings and parties with bedrooms attached on the sides.
Just as I arrived, a long-legged lady wearing a pair of slacks that gave hints of a really nice ass came into the room to talk with Master Chad about an event they were working on. I looked at her and knew instantly she was “Carol”
Smiling nice, I looked at her and introduced myself. She knew who my “husband” was as she gave me the once over and that all too familiar look. . I know the look of disgust; I see it often. The “He’s married to HER??” Look. I smiled and nodded politely.
In reality, I actually started to feel good about it. She was a nice-looking lady, very professional in her mannerisms and the way she carried herself. I could see why my Owner had the hots for her. If my Owner needed to fuck my ass while thinking about her? I’m ok with that. I just wished he did it while I was awake!
After she left, Master Chad inspected my still-red ass. He fucked me doggy style and was rough. I guess He just liked to hear me in pain while fucking me. That whole pain/pleasure thing always gives me an amazing orgasm, and Master Chad made sure I had plenty of pain and pleasure!
Before going home, my Boss reinserted the big plug. Doing so gave him a hard-on. So He needed to fuck me. The feeling of the big plug in my ass while His cock filled my pussy, while hitting my sore ass. I was enjoying the pain/ pleasure and working on an intense orgasm when He pulled out and quickly stuck His cock into my mouth to have me swallow his hot load. FUCK!! So Close!
He sent me home wanting more!
Its bedtime, and Master-Sir has yet to let me finish myself off. Making me wait. GRRrrr….