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Miss Carol Asks a Favor

November 6, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Remember me talking about how horny my Owner got thinking about the ass of a lady I work with named Carol? Well, she works in the same resort as I do, not in the same office. I am now to address her as Miss Carol in my writings.

I have seen her a few more times since that meeting with Master Chase. She is one busy girl, and I have found that the men in the other offices like to talk about her attributes. Especially her supposedly tight ass.

Master Chase told me she even asked Him about my Owner. Asked about how our marriage was going. Hinting at maybe something stronger. Master-Sir has said she has been in a few meetings with Him lately and she has started to sit closer to Him and talk more. So He asked her out to dinner.

Yesterday she stopped by my office and asked to talk privately. So we went into the conference room. It’s my habit to undress when I enter there. I almost did just by habit! But I didn’t. I did call her Miss Carol, and she seemed to like the title.

She started with an air of secrecy, as if she were about to reveal a secret. I’m guessing she is used to married men hitting on her all the time while forgetting to tell the wife.

Looking me in the eyes, she came right to the point and told me that my “Husband” had asked her out on a date. I smiled and told her He had been talking about doing that and that I hoped she would accept.. Letting her know, “He likes your smile and your ass”.

My reply took her by surprise. I’m thinking she was expecting a shocking reply! I told her He could date whomever He wanted, and that was ok with me. She smiled and asked if I do the same. I replied that I “let” Him play. He is a wonderful man who deserves His ladies to be pretty like her on His arm.

I had to add that my “Husband” is a private man and likes to keep our private lives as private as possible. So, her secret is safe with me as well as Him. If she dates Him, it won’t be a public thing unless she wants it to be. And that we hoped she would do the same with us. Just don’t be surprised at what you find behind the curtain.

She called m,e later with an update at about the same time as I got a text from Him. He sent me a text telling me He was taking her to dinner. I wished Him/Her the best of luck and for Master-Sir, I would be waiting in my bedroom for Him.

That night, I got a text from Master-Sir telling me to be in the living room, naked and on the floor. He came home,e. found me, got naked, and fucked me while He told me about their dinner and how beautiful she was. 32 D, I’m not sure if she was bluffing, i guessed maybe 34, or 36. Not 32. D’s for sure.

He told me they talked about her ass and how it’s one of her best features, the one she gets a lot of compliments on. She has had anal sex, but she is not a fan of it (yet). He explained how we had sex while thinking of her. Explaining that we have a unique sex life. Very open and kinky. (yes, we do!)

They had already planned their next date for this Tuesday. I am to make their reservations for dinner and a show. Probably Absinthe. A great sex-filled show. Think Monty Python meets a Cirq show. I’m expecting (and hoping) for Him to come home with the taste of her pussy on His cock for me to lick.

Not a Good Day

September 20, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

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 Chase came over. He was taking me to work. He wasn’t hungry, and he didn’t want 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 Chase 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 Chase 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 did not want 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 Chase 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 Chase 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 wish he had done it while I was awake!

After she left, Master Chase 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 Chase 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….

Summer begins, and a special visitor

June 13, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

In Las Vegas, once the heat starts to boil, it’s officially pool season. For me, that means coming home from work each day and finding our friends enjoying our pool as well as entertaining my Owner! I get to go from working wench to becoming a well-loved service slave.

Friday afternoon could not come fast enough. I wanted to get home as soon as I got to the office. Master-Sir was having a special guest this weekend and I was anxious to get home to serve.

Walking into the house, Master-Sir was in his home office. I quickly took off my shoes and stood in the doorway. He has a new way for me to switch gears from being a working wench to being His service slave.

I stand in front of His desk, dressed. Silently, I wait until He tells me to strip. Getting naked is one thing; having to wait to be told you can get naked is always humiliating.

As I remove my skirt and fold it neatly, He always asks who used me today. Yes, other than Him, I am expected to be used by someone else during the day. Most days its either my Boss/Dom or our friend who also works in the same resort, Master Chase.

Today, like most work days, begins with me coming into the office, into the closed boardroom, getting naked, and kneeling in front of my Boss/Dom. He usually has me on all fours, turn around to show Him my ass and He will remove the butt plug. Then pulls His cock out while I turn around to suck His cock. Occasionally, he will change it up and want to fuck one of my other holes. But it’s usually a daily blowjob.

Then, during lunch, Master Chase called me up to a locked-out suite and fucked my ass. Today, he was in a rough mood. No talk, just get naked, kneel on the bed. He sticks His cock in my pussy, gets wet, then shoves it into my tight ass. A few hard strokes, and He came. Then told me to clean up and leave. He went back to work.

“Good. That will get you ready for our guests,” was His response. Guests? I knew His guest was here. But we had others? “Sir, is She here? Did she bring a guest?” I didn’t see anyone out in the pool, but she/they could be lounging in the shade.

Master-Sir assured me that “She” was here. Meaning the woman I called The Pretty Blonde” has arrived. She wanted to come out and give my Owner a few things His late girlfriend, her sister, left for Him.

I was also hoping maybe she could get Him out of the funk. Maybe have some hot sex that he needs and deserves. Get Him to get back out there and find a real woman again to love.

He also told me that after I get everyone properly served, I was to take her car to get it washed and filled. Actually, it was The Pretty Brunette’s car. She is just bringing it back from San Diego.

Once I was naked and waiting for further instructions, as well as wanting to know who else was there, I wanted my butt plug removed. The rule for the last two months has been I have to wear it once i leave the house. At work, I leave it in until my Boss/Dom removes it. He can tell me to remove it or tell me to keep it in until further notice.

If it’s removed, I can not leave the office until it’s put back in. Usually, at the end of the day, my boss will have me bend over His desk, he will play with it in my pussy before shoving it into my ass. I come home so my Owner can remove it to start my evening.

As uncomfortable as it is to wear, it’s still humiliating to have to ask someone to insert or remove it. Today, he wanted to tease me. “Have one of our guests remove it”.

My Young Friend was here with his lady friend. I have met her a couple of times when they were over as part of His study group. But now, I was told, she is His fiancée! Congrats to my Young Friend!!

I was so anxious when He told me the news. Once Master-Sir released me, i ran straight out to the pool and found them all on the lounge chairs, talking and enjoying the sunshine. I was surprised to see that both ladies were topless. The Pretty Blonde had her wide-brimmed hat on, a skimpy bikini bottom, and was reading some magazine.

I went first to The Pretty Blonde. Calling her Mistress was an honor. I was so happy to see her. She smiled and pulled me down for a hug. She thanked me for all the nice things I said about her sister online and in private.

Turning around to find my Young Friend with His arm wrapped around a beautiful brunette, who shocked me that she was topless. She always seemed so modest around other people. She had C cups with pointy nipples; Mistress has full D cups. I joked with my Young Friend that he must be in Booby heaven.

He told me he was and that he already had to go into the spare bedroom and have a little afternoon sex with her. She blushed. Looking at his crotch, I think she will need to take Him back there again.

When I turned to leave and get them their drinks, the girlfriend was a little surprised when she saw what was in my ass. I told her I needed someone to remove it. That I am not allowed to do it myself. She smiled and said, “Now that’s Kinky!

Without warning, she just looked at Him and told Him to remove it. Ok, that kind of shocked me that she offered Him to do the honors. I made sure she was ok with it and that she meant it. I didn’t want to cause any problems with them or with myself.

She reminded me that we had talked before. She understands what we have done together. Sexual, as well as family and friendship. She is ok with that. She likes that I am “fluffy” yet can be a sexual toy for others. Over the years, I helped him with a lot of maturity issues and, according to her, taught Him how to be a gentleman as well as a great lover. That was an unexpected compliment.

They are planning a Christmas wedding and she is getting a little more involved in the family restaurant, so she figures we will be seeing more of each other. I told her that I look forward to that. She is welcome here anytime for any reason.

Mistress decided to add her comments to the conversation, looking over her magazine, “FYI, sweetie, Bitch slave licks really good pussy as well!” Thank You, Mistress! All three laughed at that comment.

I left to get the drinks.

I’m not sure if it was to prove her point, claim her territory, or what, but when I returned, Mistress was swimming laps, and the girlfriend was giving my Young Friend a blowjob poolside. She looked at me as she was bobbing her head up and down on His cock. He told me “thank you” and smiled. I smiled back, telling Him he is one lucky man.

When Mistress told her I lick pussy, now the girlfriend was openly sucking my friend’s cock, I started to wonder if she would ever want me to lick her pussy. At the same time, I realize I haven’t seen her pussy yet!

Talk about two strange thoughts. Normally, I never think about licking a pussy unless I am told to. Plus, I never really think about what her pussy just be like. As well, normally people are either naked, so I see everything, or they are dressed, not half and half. Now I wanted to see her pussy!

She took her mouth off His hard cock long enough to ask if I was ok with Him removing my butt plug. I’m starting to really like her! I smiled. “Mam, your man is a dear friend of mine and as the house slave, i will do anything he tells me to do without question. That now goes for you as well. I am the slave to serve you, if you want me to do something for you, please just tell me. Don’t ask. Ok?”

She wasn’t sure how to react to that comment other than “Ok.” My young friend told me to bend over as He gripped the plug and pulled it out with a popping sound. Thankfully, it wasn’t the large one, so there wasn’t any pain. I obediently turned and knelt by His side to take it from him, I cleaned it off with my tongue and thanked Him. She smiled and returned to sucking His cock. I went to get dressed and to take Mistress’s car to get serviced, as I was instructed.

Our first official summer weekend begins!

One Hole Only. For Now!

October 11, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

The slaves were now well fucked and were cleaning up the mess they made as well as the mess their Owners had made during the visit. Then, like that, they were gone.

Master-Sir was tired. He wanted to relax on the couch and watch one of the mindless comedy movies he likes when thinking is not needed. This time, He let Hsi slave lay on the couch with Him after getting the regular footstool propped up under His feet.

I removed His socks, kissed His feet, and was given permission to remove His pants. Slowly kissing my way up to His slowly growing cock. Then to lay at His side, on my side so that His hands could play with my boobs and pull on my nipples as he gave me the instructions to worship His cock, but not make Him cum.

One of my favorite times is this. To be there at His side, feel His hands on my body, pulling on my nipples or just touching, me, letting me know He is there, but to be ignored as He watches the movie.

His cock is to be in my mouth, being cleaned, kissed. His balls need to be taken care of as well occasionally, but the focus is on this cock, in my mouth. As I play with it, worship it, and love it, it grows hard and tall. Proud. But I need to be careful to not make it spurt its reward, or I will be punished.

I was already set for one punishment, I really did not want another. SO I played nice and focused my tongue on the shaft, feeling for any movement in the head, telling me to back away slowly, or else.

Then the phone rang, Master-Sir saw how it was and decided to answer it. I looked up to see Him smile, so I knew it had to be only one of a few people He would interrupt an afternoon like this for their call. And it was Master Chase.

Master-Sir grabbed my hair to pull me off His cock to say hello to Master Chase before being told to get back to His cock. After that, I ignored the conversation. or I tried to.

As they talked, Master-Sir’s cock would get hard and bob. He would pat my head and pull on my nipples.

Then I heard the words “She will be punished tonite before bed” and I started to listen a little more to their conversation.

Master Chase was defending me, or at least what was being required of me. He was not happy when He was fucking me, for me to stop and explain what would happen to her if He fucked me and came in my sloppy pussy.

His defense was “who cares if the slave gets punished, I want to fuck her until I come then get on with my life” and He was right. It was humiliating for me and that was what Mater-Sir was pushing. He has been increasing my humiliation more lately and this, He thought would really push those buttons for me.

Master Chase agreed, but still hated the act of it and having me talk while He was just wanting a wet hole to fuck. Shut up, moan and beg Him to let her cum. Punish the slave later, He didn’t care what happened to me once he was done using me. And isn’t THAT humiliating for her?

He Had a Great Point and my Owner started to agree with Him.

The Anual Decision Gets Serious

Thats when the conversation went in another direction. One that I was dreading because it seems to happen every year about this time and He never explained why.

They talked about me being ignored when The Pretty Brunette is here or other times He has beautiful lady friends to fuck and so He has no use for my sloppy holes.

So He decided to talk about chastity belts. And how there are not any real good ones for “fat chicks”. He started to use that word recently. Not fluffy as normal, just flat-out “fat chicks”.

So He prefers me to be mentally in chastity and He loves how when He does that, I get more submissive, more depraved, and more willing and wanting to do anything just to have her sloppy pussy felt or her holes to be used and abused. Being abused was my preferred term when I was really climbing the walls after a few weeks of not being fucked. Being ignored.

So they went thru the few people who are now wanting to use me and their current situation.

Master Chase is deep in love with a woman who has no issue with Him using “that fat thing” to fuck when she is on her period and she can do blowjobs, but not on command. So He only needs me in a pinch and could go without except blowjobs. He wants His blowjobs.

My Boss/Dom? He may have issues, but daily blowjobs should be ok with Him, nothing more for a while. He likes to feel my tits as I suck His cock, so He’s good.

My Young friend is always up for a blowjob and probably needs to be backed off using me anyway so that He concentrates on His love life with women His own age. So He will be ok not using my other holes.

Master-Sir’s Boss and Son like blowjobs. The Son really loves me to suck His cock. So Master-Sir has no problems there.

As they wrapped up the conversation, Master-Sir has once again put me under restrictions. One hole only until further orders. No cocks in pussy or ass. Finger fuck, toys, watching her masturbate, all ok by Him. No fucking her other holes until told otherwise.

I could feel Him smile as He hung up the phone. Telling me I need to finish Him off as He held my head as He bucked with His hips, fucking my mouth, filling me with His cum as He told me, “Enjoy, No More Pussy fucks for you my slave.”

Now The Punishment Starts

I have not been punished for not stopping the fuck with slave Boi to tell Him my punishment. But now I will be punished for the near future with no cocks in my holes except one, my mouth. Thats it. Thats a pain worse than death. A slow painful death. The last time he did this I think it lasted two months…

Now I am worried. Every New Year’s Eve, we always celebrate as the new year arrives with us watching the fireworks and Him fucking me from behind… Master-Sir has not said if he will still keep that tradition this year, or forsake it for His new punishment for me…

Master-Sir has made His ruling. No cocks for me except in my mouth. end of conversation!

Home Office Meeting

May 28, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Yesterday, Master-Sir told me to expect Master Chase to pick me up from work. He had an important business meeting and was expecting to work with “the gang” all day at home. So I knew that I would be coming home to a messy house as they like to work and spread out all over. The kitchen, the office, the pool/deck area. Probably even a pile of dishes or delivered food boxes!

This change actually worked out very nicely. Master Chase has been a little MIA lately with his on-again-off-again girlfriend. Even working in the same resort, I don’t get to see Him too often anymore! So it was nice to have some alone time with Him to catch up on His always interesting life.

At home, I noticed the usual cars. Master-Sir’s Boss (The Boss) car was in the driveway. The Wife had her car here as well. The Son was even at this meeting! He had a fancy new sports car parked on the curb. So I undressed in the garage, as usual, checked myself in the bathroom mirror to see if I was presentable to His guests. I am allowed to wear a little makeup for work and special events.

Entering the house, i heard the sounds of discussions and papers flying all around before they all stopped to see “The House Slave” enter the kitchen. That was what Master-Sir said when He saw me. It was feeling good to know they were all here and they were expecting me. As they all turned to say hello, i froze when I saw a stranger. A heavier set woman I had never met before.

As I slowly walked into the kitchen, fully aware this woman was staring at my naked body without saying a word. Not even a smile or a frown, just a look. As she stared at me, i was staring back at her. In many ways, she reminded me of myself just when I first met Master. When I worked in retail management. She was professionally dressed the best we women of size can. Our large breasts and our full ass can only be hidden with so much fabric, they are just always “out there”. But she did her best and was looking very pretty in her professional manners and just the right amount of makeup to look like we were meant to be there.. I was so her once upon a time!

Just looking at her, I knew she was trying to fit in with the normal-bodied people as i did but knew our body shape was always an issue for some people. Her manners, the way she stood, looked, and dressed were so “me” when I was in the corporate world. I just never had the librarians look as she did. Her black-framed glasses surrounded by her curled blonde hair screamed Librarian! If not, she has certainly had the bookworm look to her as you would see on TV!

We were about the same height, just under five feet six inches tall. She was a little chubby, had a beautiful face surrounded by well-styled shoulder-length blonde hair that added to her kind of a sexy yet professional look to her as she finally smiled at me.

I realized her body was halfway between The Pretty Brunette’s slim figure and my flabby body. Her breasts were of course the dominant feature. Even in the librarian-style clothing, you could tell she had large breasts being held down in a bra made of carbon steel! I remember those days! Her well-shaped ass fed into some well-toned legs. As if she works out, maybe not as much as she wished. I was just soaking in her professional no-nonsense, focused look to her. Having those flashbacks to when I was her. And she was now standing next to my Owner. Very close to my Master, smiling as she watched me move.

As I knelt to kiss the feet of my Boss and say hello, she spoke “Well, that’s the infamous slave I was told so much about! She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she?” They all had a little chuckle at that. I wasn’t aware of who she was, but apparently, she was informed of me. “For a while there I thought you were all joking about her as if she was a ghost or something.”

As I kissed His feet, I looked up to see her bending over, looking under the kitchen bar at me, still smiling. “My, she does have big saggy tits, oh how I can so relate.” She was totally checking me out and confirming what she knew. Yet, I was still in the dark but was now enjoying the new scent in the air. she wears a familiar perfume.

As I was kissing the feet and saying hello to The Boss, The Boss Wife, and The son, who bent down to smile at me, Master-Sir told me to say hello to the new member of the team. The new lady was Lisa, or “She is Miss Lisa to you, slave” I replied with the proper “yes Sir”. He explained that she is their new representative for the Reno office. Her responsibility was getting business from casinos and other gaming businesses in Northern Nevada and California. I asked to remove her heels before kissing her feet, she accepted with a smile and an “Oh please do!” After the proper slave kissing of the feet, I was allowed to stand up so I could properly say hello to her.

Master-Sir ordered me to refresh their drinks and start cleaning up their mess. Miss Lisa wanted just a simple glass of water with ice. As I went to get the drinks, I heard her start to talk. Telling the group she had “heard” about slaves like me. Being near the center of “freakdom, San Fransico” she has been to a few clubs and even been invited to a few private parties where they had slaves. she was interested in the Master/slave thing but hated that it was always just in the bedroom kind of a kink. “What fun is that?” she asked! Not only was it just a bedroom kink, but always involved bondage, whips, and chains and never anything beyond the club scene.

As I served them, she continued to look at me while talking to Master-Sir or at least focusing her attention His way. Telling them that “this” was wonderful to see in real life. She even commented that she had read the Marketplace books, but never imaged it was real. The slave ownership part. People actually wanting to serve their man “like that” outside the bedroom. She explained had dated a few men who wanted to be dominated and she tried it, but again, all they wanted was the sexual part of it.

The Boss explained that “She is a very well-trained slave, very obedient, and she enjoys serving as much as she enjoys being used for sex.” I smiled as I heard Him praise my desire to serve, not just for the sex, but my desire to serve as well as my obedience. I wanted to respond, but I knew they were working as a group and i was just there to used as needed. I was invisisble, and I liked that.

The Boss Wife even got a few words of praise in about my service, my friendliness as well as adding my desire to please. Although, she noted that I am “owned and operated by a man and serves mostly the man’s pleasures” She explained how she felt strange the first few times they had used me for their lovemaking. However, it was nice to have someone there to wait on you with fresh towels, a cold drink, and a wet tongue to clean up any mess that may have happened! they laughed at that comment.

Miss Lisa was intrigued and never really stopped looking at me when I was in the room. When I had finished cleaning and they had no need for me, Master-sir ordered me to stand in the corner with my legs parted and my ass open. This command, my obedience, and the view she had, really sparked her fascination as I heard her walk over behind me. she continued to talk to them, never to me. asking questions about how long will I stand there holding my ass open for them to see? (until told otherwise) what If it’s all night? ( I will stand there until I am told to move or I fall asleep).

Finally, she asked to touch me. Master-Sir gave her full access to me. “Poke, Prod, and feel anything”. Her soft hands went first to my back, a finger traced my spine down to the top of my ass. She was smiling and breathing a little heavily. I knew it. Her one hand cupped my left breasts as she said out loud “Her nipples are rock hard!’ The Son told her “that’s normal!” Then I felt her fingers move down and between my legs as I started to shutter from the gentle touch. She felt my wetness and laughed. “She’s fucking soaking WET!”

That’s when my Owner told her how much I enjoy being displayed, to be open and used like this. My Owner offered to let her play with me if she wanted to. She declined. She wanted to finish what they were working on, but in a deeper voice, she let it be known that she would like to reserve the right to “play with the bitch slave later”. That startled me because nobody had used those words while I have been home. So how did she know my name is Bitch Slave?

At this point, I was really wet, i was seriously dripping down my leg and I knew a puddle was forming on the floor! They were talking about me, not to me or with me. I was just a tool, a toy to be used not to be included in their conversations or their activities. That’s what turns me on and gets me purring! I want to be used like that then I want to be used!! I want to feel them on my body or them in my body. I want to feel their ability to control and to use me for their pleasures.

Adding to all these verbal humiliations and obedience was the fact that I was being talked about by a younger version of the old me. My mind was starting to wonder if she was enjoying seeing me being used and was she enjoying it because she wanted to be me or because she really did enjoy having the option to play with a submissive female that has a body and probably the same body issues in business as i had. Wanting to see a flabby, big-chested female being used and enjoying the usage.

I wanted to kneel at her feet and talk to her. To know more about her. what is she doing in that position and if we are on parallel tracks in our lives. To hear her talk as they worked, I knew she was a smart, savvy businesswoman. she knew her stuff and she was not taking crap from anyone., But I also knew the people at that table are all professionals who also know their stuff and they respect each other on so many different levels, I knew she was going to be a great fit for them and hopefully means I could, one day, have that chance to talk to her.

i was hearing them talk and Miss Lisa kept stopping them with questions about me. The fact that everyone else in the room was ok with a naked woman serving them drinks and calling everyone Miss/Master/Sir, etc.

At one point, as Master-Sir explained my purpose in His life and what my place is, she exclaimed, “This is some real slave shit!” She referred back to the Marketplace books. She was fascinated that I was a real slave, there for His uses and His pleasures, not for mine. I was more than a sexual toy. Master-Sir repeated himself when He explained I am not really a sex slave, although I am used for sex all the time, but that I am more of a prized object to be owned, used, and enjoyed as He commands. if I fail to please, i will be properly punished. . .

Miss Lisa was the last one to leave. As she left, she asked Master-Sir for permission to talk to me. Master-Sir smiled and welcomed her words. she told me that she enjoyed watching my service and at first, she thought I was there for other reasons, not because I enjoyed being used like that. But soon figured out that I was really enjoying my role as His slave. She enjoyed seeing me in my happy place and looks forward to spending more time to get to know me and maybe enjoy using me herself. She gave me a little kiss on the lips as she walked out the door and thanked my owner for His hospitality.

After she had left and I closed the door, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Master-Sir laughed when I told Him I was still so very wet between my legs from her touching me and teasing me!

My Young Master Did Me

April 9, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Talking with my Young Master that first night, He told me that He is not much of a coffee drinker. In the morning, He wakes up, showers, gets dressed quickly, eats some cereal, and then is off to school or work.

That was a problem for me because i am trained for getting Master-Sir’s morning coffee, then He uses my mouth, He goes to shower while I start to prepare His breakfast. we don’t have cereal. My Young Master didn’t mind the breakfast part, in fact, He enjoyed knowing that this naked slave would fix Him a delicious hot breakfast in the morning. So I guess we would play it by ear and see what all He felt like doing in the morning.

The Morning

I woke up early as I always do. Not that I am complaining, but I was a little sore from all the fucking He did to me. (I love young studs!) I did my usual morning routine. Shower, shave, and start things for His breakfast.

I went to wake up my Young Master, and He was already sitting up on the edge of the bed, stretching. His cock looked so nice in the morning light! I handed Him a glass of orange juice as I knelt and without asking, I took His cock in my mouth.

As I did, I felt a little twinge in His cock, then He just started to let a stream of morning urine fill my mouth. To be honest, I was not really surprised, yet I was. We never talked about that, and it had always been an “off-limits” area for men other than my Owner.

But it felt right, and I did as I was trained to do: just swallow what He was giving me. I heard Him first apologize, then let out a little moan at how good it felt.

As I swallowed the last of what He gave me, He tried again to apologize. He is a sweet boy. I just smiled, licked my lips and I thanked Him. Afterward, His cock was not hard like I had expected it to be. But he ordered me to lay on my back on the floor with my legs parted. I did as i was ordered to. Showing off my freshly shaved pussy. He knelt down smiling at me as I felt His hands checking to make sure there was no razor stubble. There wasn’t! He told me I was a good slave and that it felt good. He called me slave! I liked to hear those words from His mouth.

He asked, “You are my slave for another 24 hours, correct?” My response was as it should be, “Yes, Sir.” He smiled. Then He put His head between my legs, His hands on my ass and I felt His wet tongue go into my pussy! I was first shocked and not sure what to do. He was licking my pussy and diving deep into my wet, sloppy hole, and He seemed to be enjoying it.

I was trying my best not to. Really. I was not given permission to, and it’s been a long time since anyone has done that to me. Slave Boi does it when He is here, but that’s because He is usually being whipped by His Mistress to do it as fast as possible.

My Young Master seemed to be enjoying the tease because as I breathed hard and started to feel the building of an orgasm, He would move to another spot or pull His tongue out and lick my lips. He brought me to my edge several times before standing up, but never allowing me to go over the edge and enjoy an orgasm I desperately needed.

He then stopped and towered over me with His smile. Telling me that I was “Very Tasty”. I thanked him as I tried to catch my breath. “Thank You, Master.” Seeing his now rock-hard cock, I was kind of proud of that.

He moved himself up so He was now over my face as I felt Him put His cock into my mouth and start to pump it in and out. My hands reached for His cute butt. I wanted to see how far I could push this, hoping for Him to allow me to finish myself off or that He would to it for me.

After grabbing His butt cheeks, He went deeper into my throat. Then I moved my hands to my pussy. I needed to get off. i know its not normal for me, but all the sex He gave me yesterday and now all this? i was past the point of caring and to be honest, I don’t think He cared if i played with my pussy as I was sucking His cock. I was wrong.

He found His Dom voice again and ordered me to stop. “Put your hands over your head, slave”. He went deeper into my throat. My head was against the floor so his push was now really choking me. But I was now in a wonderland of thoughts. My playing with my pussy was wrong.

He had me on the edge so much I needed to do something. But I was forced to stop before I could finish myself. Then I felt His cock head start to pump, so I knew I was about to choke on His cum.

I don’t think He ever came THIS much before. He was kind of standing tall kneeling over me with his cock in my mouth, not allowing me to move to breath. I needed to just swallow and the more I swallowed, the easier it was for me to get a breath. My Young Master was firm in that He wasn’t moving to help me breath. He was going to let me suffer for earning His reward.

When He finally pulled His cock out and let me catch a breath, He noticed the wet spot on the floor. As He stood up, He ordered me to clean it up as He dressed. I wasn’t sure where this new authority came from, but I was enjoying it as it scared me as well. My nice Young Friend is certainly now a firm task Master.

As I went to get His breakfast, Master Chase showed up. i fixed Him breakfast as well. But by the time they were fed, it was time for me to clean up and get dressed for work. In my bedroom, Master Chase picked out a more formal, long business-style dress for me to wear that had a little choker around the neck. Almost like a Little House on the Prairie style dress. With me wearing it, He needed to fuck my ass in it. He ordered me to bend over the edge of the bed, hike up the skirt. He first pushed His cock into my pussy for lube. A few strokes to get me moaning, getting me back to the edge.

He then pulled out and placed His cockhead at my tight hole. As usual, there was no warm up, Just His wet cock pushing straight into my ass. He started grunting and telling me to be good and fuck Him. meaning I was meant to ride His cock in my ass.

I guess it was just my day to be a bad slave. I started to pump. He moved as I was pulling out, and His cock fell out of my ass. I reached around to put it back but He scolded me and ordered me to suck His cock clean instead.

I sighed and He again scolded me for that. Thankfully He was already near cumming and within a few licks of my tongue, i felt His warm reward on my tongue.

He took me to work. I was not happy. I needed something to get me over the edge. Or something to calm me down. But that wasn’t going to happen!

While at work, my Young Master was busy sending me texts during the day. Some funny and informative, others telling me how much He enjoyed licking my pussy and He will do it more when I get home. There was no “if” , there was a certainty to it. I explained to Him that it’s sloppy, not tight, so why would He want mine? .. He didn’t care. It was wet, “delicious” to Him, and so He wanted more.

Work??

Somewhere during lunch, I finally asked if I would be allowed a little reward. To be allowed to have an orgasm, or maybe two?? His reply surprised me to the point where I needed permission to go to the ladies room and finish what he started this morning and He allowed me to. He told me He planned to spend the night having me teach Him how to be better at it as a surprise for His girlfriend!

Ok! First, I was allowed time to go to the ladies’ room and finger myself to climax. Something my Owner would NEVER allow, I was going to take advantage of this as I could.

Then He called her His girlfriend. Not His lady friend, not “friend with benefits”. But HIS Girlfriend! And He wanted me to teach Him how to please her. I think I blushed when I read that!

After that exchange of text messages, I asked my boss for an extended break. Thankfully, he agreed. I went into the ladies room and masturbated using the images from this morning as my trigger. I see His head between my legs and feel His anxious tongue rubbing my wet, sloppy hole. And now to know He wants to use that wet, sloppy hole again for more practice!

Yes, I went from being a bad slave to being a worthy slave!

The Welcome Letter

April 2, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Last week, when my Owner needed to go out of town for a couple of days for his job, He allowed my young friend to be my Master for those days. I was to be under His control and to serve His (almost) every need.

Refresher: My “young friend” is 19 years old. The oldest son of our friends who own our favorite Pub and Pizza place. His father was the one who usually delivered our pizzas and as a good slave, I gave Him a blowjob as part of the tip. His son started to take on more responsibility with the restaurant and started to delver us our pizza orders and I so did the same for Him. I was also given to Him to fuck as a high school graduation present. Now He is in an accelerated college class on business and my Owner helps Him with projects and other educational needs.

I had to work the days my Owner would be out of town. Master-Sir talked with my young friend and His father to coordinate so that He would have the evenings off. He would work during the day until after the lunch crowd. Then pick me up from work and spenfd the rest of the evening studying or using His slave.

Master Chase came over in the morning for breakfast, then we rode with Him. Dropping my Owner off at the airport then we went to work. I worked my regular day, then my Young Master picked me up from work. With this pandemic, Master-Sir has enjoyed no having me drive to or from work. More as a real slave, having the men take me to where I needed to go.

I will call my Young Friend “Master Tony”

When we got to the house, Master Tony opened the trunk to get His overnight bag, then remembered He had a slave for that! Closing the garage door, I properly stripped as He watched with a smile. I thanked Him for the ride then carried His bag into the house and up to the Master Bedroom. I knew Master-Sir had left Him a note, but I had not read it. Master Tony found it on the kitchen bar.

Dear Friend,

Welcome to my humble abode. Please feel at home here. My house is here for you to enjoy and to use its many offerings while I am gone. One of those offerings is the free and almost unlimited use of my most prized possession, my Bitch Slave.

Since this is your first time having to look after her, I thought a little background will help you get the best use out of her.

She is here to serve you as you want to be served. Her only goal is to make you happy and relaxed. Use her as you want, when you want. All that I ask is that you do not share her or expose her to others who do not understand her purpose.

While here, please do not do what your slave can do for you . Use Her!

All three of her holes are there for you to use and abuse as you desire. All I ask is no permeant damage and no public exposure. Lube, oil, and any toys you may desire to use on her are in the various cabinets around the house. She will know where they are and will retrieve them when you need them.

As you know, she is very obedient. However, if she disobeys you in any way, do not hesitate to punish her immediately. The wooden and leather paddles are in the garage as well as two are upstairs in the nightstand beside the bed. Make it hurt so that it is memeorable.

I had the Master bedroom made up for you. You can sleep there. if you want, she will sleep with you. Where she sleeps will be up to you. However, her schedule is to be maintained.

She needs to be dressed and ready to leave the house no later than 6:30am. Work out your schedule and mornign needs withher.

For me, I am usually just waking up as she is getting herself ready. She needs to be showered, clean, with her pussy properly shaved, and kneeling beside my bed with a fresh cup of coffee no later than 5:45. She wakes me up with a blowjob, then I am off to the shower while she is starting my breakfast. Returning to towel me off and we talk about the day ahead.

She will serve your meals then kneel beside you on the floor. Please do not change this for the morning routine. The evening routine for dinner, you may request she sit at the table with you, or kneel at your side or not be in the room. Your choice.

Feed her from your hand, your scraps or other bits of food. she will also eat from her bowl after you are finished. Somewhere after 6am, Master Chase will arrive and she will serve or service Him as he desires, then she will get dressed for work. You can approve what she wears. I like to inspect her, then feel her pussy until its wet, then approve her to leave for work with Master Chase

If you would like, feel free to use her car for your transportation for the day. Its the Cadillac parked in the garage.

During the day, she will text you often telling you what she is doing and asking permission to use the bathroom, go on an errand, or do anything she has been trained to do with only with permission. You do not need to respond. If she gets no response, she knows what to do. She just needs to let her Master know.

After you pick her up from her job, she is yours to do with as you please. She will be naked until you tell her to dress. She will not be wearing any undergarments excet a bra and maybe panties for work. Otherwise, she is not allowed to wear anything under her dress.

If you need her to do anything for you or your girlfriend, tell her. need to make a reservation? She will do it. Buy her a gift for you,? She will do it. Need to run an errand of any kind? Tell her and it will be done.

The best way to look at it is to think of yourself on vacation, with your own butler/main/chief/sex toy. Keep it legal, keep it private/keep it fun for you!

I look forward to some interesting stories when I return!

Thank You,
(her Owner)

By the time He had finished reading the letter, i was already kneeling on the floor beside Him. Watching His cock get hard under His slacks. I was ordered on my back, legs spread and He fucked my pussy hard. Not stopping, not looking at me, He just took off His pants, knelt down and grabbed my legs as pushed His cock into my wet, sloppy pussy. Yes, He fucked my pussy and He came very quickly in me. I smiled at the warm feeling. It had been a long time since anyone used my pussy for a fuck and it felt good.

He quickly pulled out and moved Himself over top of me so I could see His wet cock dripping as he brought it to my mouth to be cleaned. I swallowed it all and moaned my love for the feel and the taste of it. Once He went soft, He pulled out and stood up to get dressed. He looked and saw a puddle on the floor. He smiled as He pointed it out. I apologized then quickly and happily licked it up. From His smile, I guess He enjoyed watching me do that.

Without much else, He started to verbalize ideas for dinner. he was not used to planning a dinner for one person and one slave!

I was happy. Watching Him fall into that role so easy. No real thought or struggle. He just fucked the slave as He wanted to. Then once He was finished using her, He just simply moved into the next subject. What He wanted for dinner. letting her lick up the mess she made.

That started a beautiful two nights with a new and a very worthy Master!

To Play Me

February 6, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Our house gest slave is having a mind-bending experience and one that she has confessed to me is a life-altering experience. Her agreement to serve as a training slave ends on February 27. She has said several times that she does not like what she has discovered about the life of a full-time slave or even about her desire to submit. But she has agreed to stay in her role the entire time.

This has been an interesting week or so for the three of us. For her, she has discovered just how soft of a life she had/has. How it has been easy for her and yet, not as fulfilling as her submission. She has seen this like a spiritual cleanse, in a kinky way (her words)

Going from a pampered, well-controlled life to one of humble servitude, nudity, and the loss of control over everything. Almost like being a prisoner of a third world country (her words again!). In the next sentence she will tell me how it actually feels good to have no control over what people see, what she is to do or how she is treated. She does enjoy not having her beauty regiment every morning.

Master-Sir wants her hair down, clean and straight. No makeup or lipstick. She does apply some if on camera for her job. Otherwise, she is natural and naked. of course, that’s the part that excites her and scares her at the same time. the fact that she is naked. That was not part of the original agreement. And that is what has changed her entire view of her submission as well as her view of mine.

When she put up a fuss because Master-Sir made me sleep on the floor while she slept in His bed, she wanted me to be able to have a better night’s sleep, so she agreed to some new rules. And that meant she was to be treated the same as me. I now either sleep with them in His bed or I am allowed to sleep in my room when not needed. He has allowed me to sleep with Him a few nights and sent her to her room for the night after she watched Him use me for sex. That is a story all by itself!

She has become a pretty good replica of me when I am not at home. She keeps my owner fed and his coffee cup filled. She is naked even when the friends come over to talk or or whatever. She is an absolutely dynamite cook and she has been the main cook for the time that she has been here. She politely will ask me to run to the store her and get fresh meats and vegetables for her to cook then we both serve, kneel and are hand fed or fed by the dog bowl.

Master-Sir enjoys the humiliation when He orders her to go to the store. She is only to wear a dress, no bra or panties. Or maybe a long T-shirt. Either way, her rock-hard nipples on her perky breasts really show off, and several times she was barely able to cover her ass from showing as she walked down the aisle in the store. She always enjoyed gettign the stares from the men and the glares fromt he women. But not dressed “like that” (her words)

She has told me several times how she enjoys watching my owner and myself interact. How He smiles when I am serving Him and He is using me. And how he apparently talks about me when I am not there. She explained how it has humbled her to hear that He prefers a female like me, not pretty and sexy, submissively and happy to serve Him. She is not used to not being the focus of attention and this time with us ahs really made her see just how much her life revolved around being the center of attention.

Monday Night Call Changed it All

Monday night, my boss called me at home. something He only does when he is in a tight spot, and this time He was really in a tight spot. Being very apologetic, He was pleading before I knew why He was pleading for my help.

Sunday is Super Bowl. For Las Vegas, its called “The Big Game” and even with the pandemic and no shows and reduced capacity, we are getting some of our high rollers and such coming into the resort. Actually, all the resorts. And that was the problem.

With the reduced capacity (25%) and the limit of how many people can be at a table in a restaurant and all that, he has a minor emergency. Several of our top guests who like to stay at our resort need to spread their people around to several resorts. Say, for example, Mr. Bigshot has a 4-bedroom suite with a service butler. He also comes with some friends and associates, a couple of family members, etc. And they all stay in the hotel, just not in His suite.

Normally we can handle a last-minute addition of rooms and suites. We put them close together and we keep track of who is where and who gets what benefits and comps and who has to pay for what. Plus find a way to make last-minute changes, show reservations etc.. yes, we kiss their butt really well. However, right now, with the limits, our Governor has put on us now. we have no way of doing that and we have to move some of them to other resorts. And find a way to keep it all together for them.

He wants me to work with one group of VIP’s the entire weekend. Not what we had agreed to earlier. master-Sir told me to go. He has slave Lisa to serve Him.

When I was finished with my call, I crawled back to kneel at master-Sir’s feet to ask about what I agreed to. I knew I agreed to work. But we have an issue. Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday and several of His friends will be here to watch the game. They will be expecting to be served food, snacks, drinks. There is always a slave put in front of the TV and her ass beat to match the score. Then they will want blowjobs and to fuck the slave’s holes during intermissions.

Master-Sir smiled. Looked at slave Lisa and asked “Well?” She was kneeling beside me, but I saw her eyes widen as he asked her the question. She didnt have an answer. I know she enjoyed watching as Master Chase would use me for a quick blowjob before work. My young friend actually did fuck me in the ass after delivering a pizza, He did not cum in my ass as a a favor to my Owner. But he enjoyed using me as much as He enjoyed her watching.

Master-Sir made it clear that it was up to her. He would abide by the agreement that only he uses her for sex. However, if she wants to be “like me” she needs to think about it. So he sent her to her room to be alone and to think it over.

When it came time for bed, Master-Sir wanted an answer. With a little question and answering session between all three of us, she agreed. She would stay naked during the day and the game. She would allow them to touch her and feel her pussy. She also started ot alk about how much she enjoyed the few wild sex parties she remembers from her college days. So she may agree to one blowjob per guest. No more. No other sexual fvors and the blowjobs will be done in her bedroom.

Master-Sir smiled. I smiled because I knew she would be a great game slave. I gave her some poker chips we have that say “Blowjob” on them. When the men arrive, theyeach get one chip and when they use it, thats it.

would, if it were done nice and properly, agree to one blow job for each of them, alone, in her room as they requested. I explained to her how we have those chips, we can give each of them that entitles them to one blow job per chip, and when they are ready to use it, they give it to her, and that’s it. No more.

When we talked afterward, she was funny because giving the blowjobs was not her fear. She was actually looking forward to that because it just gave her some kind of good vibes or something. She said she liked how i got excited every time i was told to suck a cock, no matter how many times in a day, I was always happy and willing to go to a room and give a friend a blowjob.

It was being naked and serving them the snacks and drinks that scared her the most. What if they don’t like her snacks? What if she runs out of snacks? What if they spill on her or if they get too aggressive with her. But it was being naked for that length of time in front of a small group of men that were drinking that scared her the most. I assured her that they were Master-Sir’s best buddies, they will respect her boundaries and they will be the best of gentlemen even when drunk and having a hot little female naked serving them. She laughed at that image!

She spent the rest of the week debating over what to make for snacks and meals. She has changed the menu so many times, master-Sir finally made her make one menu and give it to me to get the ingredients. Then forget about it. But she couldnt. She even took a punishement (and so did i)becasue she changed the menu twice after he told her to stop.

So what are you doing this Sunday? Anything with the game? or playing something else??

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