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He’s Enjoying this Way too Much

March 9, 2025 / slave / 0 Comments

Master Kevin has been in a strange mood this past week. At first, I thought it was because of the weekend with his friend Greg. But I think it’s something else now.

It started Tuesday morning. Usually, I wake up first, go downstairs, do my routine, and then return with his coffee and a bagel.

Instead, I was sound asleep in my bed when he came into my room, waking me up. Grabbing my hair and pulling me, I was lying across the bed with my head hanging over the edge. I don’t remember what he was saying, but it was humiliating and erotic, I am sure of that.

Next thing I know, I have a cock going down my throat and his ball sack hitting my nose. As he’s fucking my throat in this way, my throat is open, with no gag or restrictions.

As He’s doing this, he is reaching down, pushing my legs apart as he slaps my pussy hard and playing with my boobs by pulling on them and twisting the nipples. Telling me I was a good bitch.

Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy being used like this, especially when the person is rough and doing this for their pleasure, as he was.

Just being this rough first thing in the morning messes with my head. He pulled my hair as he was starting to build and finally shot his load down my throat. Not stopping or pausing. He held my head to his body, and I swallowed as hard as I could. Not realizing I was gasping for air.

When I had a chance to look up, I saw him, he was smiling.

I felt his fingers in my pussy as he was doing this. Still, telling me that I was a good bitch and to swallow it all. All of this was a new sensation. I’m not accustomed to him using me like this so early in the morning. Had he continued any longer, I was sure I was going to have an orgasm. I was wet as it was.

But as he finished and his cock went soft. He pulled out slapped his cock head to my lips, telling me, “You got ten minutes, coffee, and Bagel” As he walked back into the bedroom, and I heard the shower start.

He did the same thing Thursday morning and this morning. Finally, this morning, He was rough a lot longer, and his cocking was really choking me. My gasping for air, tears rolling down my face, and my choking noises were turning him on almost as much as it was me.

Finally, when I brought Him his breakfast, I knelt beside the bed and waited for him. Coming out of the shower, his cock was at half-mast. Then I asked him, “WTF?” Smiling, of course.

He smiled at me as he told me he had been having late-night and early-morning text messages with a lady he met online from Arizona. She had told him that she likes to wake up in the morning by being throat-fucked.

He said after that first morning, he was hooked. He loved the power he had and the feeling of shoving his cock down my throat without any hesitation. Then, when he was shooting his cum down my throat, he said that was like a steam, just a new feeling.

I think I’m going to like this girl.

I didn’t mind how he was using me; I just would like a little more notice before I was shocked out of my sleep with a cock going down my open throat!

Do you have any experience being used like this, or have you ever used a woman in this way?? Good? Bad? Fantasy?

Thanks for being my friend.

Love,
Bitch Slave

My School Girl Crush

March 4, 2025 / slave / 0 Comments

What is this?? Right now, I’m feeling like a schoolgirl in Junior High and having my first crush on a boy. But I’m not. I’m too old for that, and I already feel wonderful about where my life is now. So, where did all this come from?

Master Kevin had made plans for us to see a Gold Knights hockey game with my late Owner’s Boss (The Boss) and his son (The Son), who sometimes cleans our pool in exchange for a blowjob.

He also invited Greg, one of his long-lost college buddies who now lives in Utah and is in law enforcement. Master Kevin had asked Greg to spend the weekend with us and get caught up.

I was at home while Master Kevin ran errands and did whatever he was doing. I was behaving by baking chocolate chip cookies—The real thing, not from the package; I never like to cheat with chocolate chip cookies. (smiles)

I was only wearing my collar and a Gold Knights sleep shirt that covered my fat and about half my ass, as well as a butt plug. And was rocking out to some classic rock music when the doorbell rang.

Looking out, I saw him. Dang! He was a few hours earlier than expected. He was Greg, on a motorcycle. It was not a big, bad motorcycle but a nicely built, large, imposing piece of two-wheeled chrome machinery. Okay, So when did a man on a motorcycle get me wet?

I opened the door, and he smiled and laughed a little. “You must be Kevin’s little sister. I’m Greg,” he said as he held his hand to me. All I remember was smiling and inviting him in.

He was a nice-looking man. He was tall, not too fit, but certainly not out of shape. His mustache was like his hair, short, slightly graying. He had dark blue eyes. As He put his bag down and removed his motorcycle jacket, I took it from him and hung it up, realizing that he now had a perfect view of my ass and butt plug. Inviting him into the kitchen so I could finish my baking.

I put his bag in the guest bedroom, where I needed to stop to catch my breath. My heart was beating heavily, and I was wetter than I was earlier. I was freaking out. I wasn’t sure why. He was a nice man; He had that walk of confidence and had yet to make any judgment call on me or what he saw.

Master Kevin and I agreed with old schoolmates he met; they would not be told I was also his slave and cumdump until and if needed. Not that being almost naked, wearing a t-shirt, leather collar, and a butt plug would give me away!

We talked, I baked, and I offered him a beer. When I turned away from him, I heard a little gasp and his little chuckle. “Um, is that a ..”

I blushed when I realized what he was asking, so I decided to play with him a little to see where it went. I‘m never the aggressor, but I guess I could lead a man down that path if it happened.

He was now standing behind me. “Butt plug? Yes? Do you like it? I like the green gemstone on the end. “ And maybe I did push a little more by raising my shirt and turning to smile at him, making sure he got a good look.

“Never seen one, uhm, being worn in real life, just in those movies. I didn’t ever expect to see a woman wear one!”

For whatever reason, I started talking more about it, telling him I also have a larger one that I wear “because you never know when someone wants to use me there.”

I saw the look on his face. It was cute for a sixty-year-old man to be speechless. I could feel the wetness down my leg. Feeling brave enough to ask him if he ever had anal sex. Yes, I asked this strange man I had just met if he ever fucked a girl in the ass.

He said, “Oh, Hell No.” His ex-wife thought it was dirty and nasty; besides, she was the one-a-week, in the dark after 9 pm type of lover. Poor man! He opened up a little more, telling me the few “ladies” he had dated since were the same way. Nothing too erotic or kinky.

He asked to raise my shirt for a closer look. I offered to let him play with it. He touched it like it would bite him or something. I pushed my butt back as he grabbed it. Telling him that he has to put it back in if he pulls it out. He smiled and agreed, as if i was only teasing.

I looked back at Him and asked if he wanted to. “What?” I’m not sure if he was playing stupid or if it was real. I was trying hard not to tell him that “Master” Kevin was away for a while and that we had time. I’m trying not to give away too much about being a slave.

When I pushed my butt back, I did feel a raise in his pants, giving me hope. I leaned against the counter to stop shaking and get a grip. Now I know how men feel when their cock overrides their brain as I asked him to fuck me “there!”

He quickly dropped his pants, and I could feel his cock on my ass. I pulled my shirt off all the way as He grabbed my boobs. “Do I need lube?” I told him the lube was in the other hole. He laughed as he found that wet hole fast!

When I felt His cock slide in, I almost had an orgasm right there.

I mean, he pushed it in and I felt the head. He has a big, bulbous head and he is thick. He gasped a little, and I apologized, telling him I have always had a sloppy pussy.

“No, not that, you’r so dam wet!’ was his response. I knew I blushed as I felt him move from there to my now not-so-tight back hole.

I felt him pull out the butt plug and laugh a little as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it. So I took it from him and placed it on the encounter. “You will put it back.” He assured me that would not be a problem.

He lean against my back and pushed himself slowly into my ass. He was not in a hurry or anything, just a steady push; he was enjoying taking his time and loving the feeling from the sounds of his breathing.

Once I felt him all the way in, I breathed heavily, and I knew I was smiling. He filled my backside very well, and I felt the head hit the end nicely. He leaned on me a I heard him tell me “That Feels Amazing!”

He started to slowly pull back out as I grabbed the counter and felt an orgasm quickly building up. He pushed his cock back in a little harder this time, and I exploded. I mean, I get orgasms from anal sex, but this was like earth-shattering as I collapsed onto the counter.

My actions startled him, but I grabbed him, telling him to please not pull out. I loved the feeling, and not to worry; I was okay. I just had an orgasm. “Really?” He sounded like he never made a woman cum.

As he continued to slowly fuck my ass, I felt another one coming. I never had that happen before, in the ass. Anal makes me cum faster, but never twice!

Adding to all this, He reached around and massaged my nipples. Not pulling on them or twisting them but gently massaging them. Giving me even more goosebumps!

He told me that he loved the fact that he gave me an orgasm almost as much as he loved that He was having anal sex for the first time.

A few more strokes, one more orgasm, and I felt him shoot his load in my ass. He was howling like a wolf or something as He kept shooting his cum into my ass.

When He started to pull out, I fell to the floor, grabbing his cock and sucking it clean. I wanted to taste him and taste us. I was almost crying; I was so happy being fucked like that by him.

It took him a second or two to realize what I was doing. He said he enjoyed the royal treatment.

I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

When everyone got here, and we were getting ready, The Son helped me get dressed for the night and was rewarded with his usual blowjob. But as I was sucking his cock, I was thinking about Greg’s cock. Wanting to suck His cock.

The rest of the evening, I was being my slave self. Makign sure everyone had fresh drinks and snacks while we were at the game and afterward. Greg kept smiling at me, watching me, and touching me.

At the end of the night, I thanked Greg “for everything,” telling him that he had a nice cock. Smiling was like a schoolgirl in heat, letting him know he could do that to me anytime he wanted to. He smiled, thanked me, and told me the weekend just started.

In bed, I spent the night thinking about him (still do), his cock, and him using me.

This is new for me. I don’t remember ever having these feelings before, and I am enjoying them for as long as they last.

He did finally fuck my other two holes (giving me multiple orgasms each time) and promises to be back next weekend.

Master Kevin and I agree that if Greg plans to be here more often, we must explain who I am and that he has full use of me as he wants.

I am a loved slave.

The Vultures Have Arrived

October 10, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

FYI: This is a long one. But I think it’s the last one like this. I needed to finish saying everything I needed to say.

I have been a slave for so long that I don’t think I could make a real decision without thinking, “What would Master Want?” And the answer to that question was always my decision.

Having Him make the decisions for me doesn’t make me weak; it just makes it his job. In keeping a slave, there are things that the Master does, and there are things the slave does. He commands, and I obey.

The Talk That Changed Everything

Years ago, Master had a girlfriend who was taking him down a road I always feared He would go down. I had never seen him go that deep in love with a woman, to the point that she almost started to run his life.

She was starting to make it clear that she saw their life together would be better without me. I panicked, I freaked out, and I had serious panic attacks.

Master and I had one of the deepest, most serious conversations we had ever had up to that point. We talked about what I would do without Him. It’s not that he was planning to leave me or abandon me. It was just that I needed to know I was cared for.

Several things came out of that discussion. First: There is a trust fund in a bank with only my name on it. The money in there would cover my living expenses for about a year. It used to be two, until the damage from Hurricane Brandon cut that in half… But let’s not go down that road.

Two: When we met, I said I wanted a Master who would follow me down that rabbit hole of my submission and see where it leads us. We are now so far down that rabbit hole, I am not sure I could ever back out of it and be “normal.”

Meaning I would need a protector. Someone to at least watch over me. He would be in charge of my leash until I say otherwise. This would be a person we both already trust and who has full use of me already. They would agree to be that person if the time ever came.

At the end of the discussion, the girlfriend was told He would love to spend the rest of His life with her as long as I came along, and that was non-negotiable. She knew He was serious. She packed up and left that afternoon.

Life Happens

When all this medical stuff happened, we started talking again to make sure we were both on the same page. We were. This is what Master wanted. I did not want not to be owned again. I am too down that rabbit hole to ever try to be vanilla or “normal.” I know what I need to be happy and to survive. I need to be Owned.

October 4

When I realized He had passed, I called the police, and then I called His Boss. (The Boss) This was the plan. He would temporarily assume the role of the holder of my leash, and I would become, in essence, His property.

I am thankful for that. He took charge, helped me make the calls, fill out the paperwork, and stay focused and calm. The worst part was that, with all the people calling, coming over, and going to fill out paperwork, I needed to do all this while dressed. I had to pretend to be normal, to be more than a grieving widow; I needed to be the grieving WIFE. Not the grieving SLAVE.

Miss Amy, His girlfriend, was in town but not sleeping here. I swear, when I called her, she got here before I even hung up the phone. Knowing her love for Him, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but the first thing she did as she entered the house was to give me a big hug and let me cry on her shoulder. It’s what Master would want.

She stayed by my side for the next couple of days. Even after the family started to show up, she was never more than arm’s length away. She let me sleep with her that first night because I couldn’t even go into the Master Bedroom without breaking down (I still can’t).

Even with them here for support, and with it all happening around me, I still needed to be that slave. I needed to be used, not pampered. I was begging to be allowed to strip naked, kneel at their feet, and wait to be told what to do. I needed to feel my submissiveness.

Finally, at the end of the day, we locked the house and started to unwind. That meant I was allowed to get naked. They allowed me to serve them their meals, serve drinks, and clean up after them. Except I was not allowed to sit on the floor. I had to sit at the table with them and be part of the conversation. I needed to talk!

Part of that was probably me wanting to get my mind off what happened and what will happen in the next couple of weeks. I needed to get into my slave space and forget the bad stuff.

The Boss allowed me to wear one of my collars, which made me happy. I still smelled him on it—his sweat and his touch. It felt like I was with him again. I was owned and loved.

The Boss left us when nothing more could be accomplished for the day. Once he was gone, I started to collapse. With a bit of help from some medication, I could cry myself to sleep, safely tucked close to Miss Amy.

I wanted to offer her my services to help her relax and unwind. I wanted to be between her legs, licking her beautiful pussy. It’s what Master would want.

In a small way, I was hoping she would command me to please her. Push my head down between her gorgeous legs and tell me to give her a couple of multiple orgasms before she would allow this slave to sleep.

I wanted to do that. I wanted to be made to serve her for no other reason than she could, and I would—to thank her for all her love and all she had shown my Owner.

The Vultures Arrive

The following morning, Master-Sir’s brothers arrived, unannounced. They entered the house as if they were now in charge of me. They thought that the permission my Master gave them to use me freely when they were here last time did not expire. They thought wrong.

They demanded that I be the slave, naked and kneeling. I was to be at their service. They wanted me to make them something to eat and get their coffee while they looked over the Will.

Their hostile attitude toward me quickly ended when they realized I was not alone. The Boss came out from the office to set the record straight. After his commanding presence and request that they treat the widow properly, they settled down a little.

They kept saying this was a family matter, not involving Him. They needed their lawyer to examine the will. I guess they were hoping the “family” thing would work. It didn’t.

It was hard for me to feel like “family” after all the years of anger and hatred they had shown me when we were together at events. The Boss made it clear that everything was taken care of and that they did not need to involve their lawyer or settle any other “needs.”

He also made it clear that He is in charge of the Will and of me—end of story! Then he told them that they had overstayed their welcome and that if they showed better manners, we could all sit down tomorrow and talk about this like adults. He showed them the door and locked it behind them. I felt much better after that.

At least for now, the house was locked up, and the shades were pulled so that I could be the slave that I am. I was naked and collared. The only thing I was waiting for was my brother’s arrival.

Right before lunch, I heard a car pull up and a door open and close. I raced to the front door, knelt on the floor, and waited for him to walk in. I was almost giddy when He did, and I quickly kissed His feet and welcomed Him in.

Once settled in, we gathered in the living room. My Brother had me sit at His feet. It was more my request than His command.

They talked about what was happening. The Boss wanted to make sure he knew what was happening and what needed to be done to plan the celebration of life and the Master’s family issues.

Another “WWMW” moment

The Boss was wonderful as always. He took over when I needed a strong hand on my leash. He made me feel safe and wanted. He handled the brothers as I knew he would.

In times like this, my Master would want me to repay his kindness with a blowjob. It would not even be a spoken command, just a look, and I would know what I was supposed to do.

He said “no” a couple of times. He didn’t think that for everything I was going through, I needed to do that. But each time he said “no,” I saw his slacks rise. Finally, He surrendered to my begging, sat back, and unbuckled His pants. I happily slid between His legs and removed them the rest of the way. I was smiling as I took His hard cock into my mouth.

I have given this man plenty of blowjobs, so I knew He liked it rough and that it would take a lot of work to get Him to finally cum.

As I started to bob my head up and down, slurping and licking as I went, I could feel Him get closer quickly. Maybe He wanted this as badly as I did.

I heard Him moan, and I loved that sound. Soon, He grabbed my head with one hand and grabbed my boob with the other. He shoved me down on His cock. I was starting to gag, but He kept me there as I felt Him quickly fill my mouth with His cum. I had a difficult time swallowing it all, but I never missed a drop!

I will admit that as He was holding my head down and I was starting to gag, I had the urge to feel my pussy a little and see if I could coax an orgasm out of me. But I knew that I better not.

It didn’t matter; I needed to feel His hand controlling me. That I knew I was there for his pleasure. To feel his cum fill my mouth was a nice way to relax and start to feel normal again.

To see that smile in His eyes and feel that cock go soft in my mouth. To know I served Him well. I did as he gave me a “good slave” as He got dressed and headed for the door.

Getting Settled

My Brother has held my leash since that day. I know some of you have an issue with that. Please understand that it is consensual; the three of us discussed it often, and we have always had a very close bond. It makes us happy, and I ask that you allow us that happiness.

I can say that my Owner taught him well. Okay, maybe I had a little help in that as well. He is firm, as I like it. He knows how to make me be my best. He is also kind when he needs to be. And he can beat my ass black and blue without ever breaking a sweat.

I must know that I am being used for His pleasures, not mine, no matter what. I need to be punished when I fail Him. I already know he can beat my ass black and blue without breaking a sweat.

If this is going to be a long-term thing, we have yet to decide that; I need to be trained to know what he wants and what he expects from His slave.

I am back to work part-time while “Master” gets settled in. He is now semi-retired, so He can work remotely. Miss Amy stops by almost daily to check on me. She and my Brother also talk often. He told her that when she has a bad day or a stressful meeting, she is always welcome to come here and use me for release.

My Owner’s family has been nothing but a pain in the ass and keeps threatening legal action! And they wonder why I won’t let them into the house!

The first Celebration of Life was beautiful. Many people showed up, many I haven’t seen in years. We will return to His hometown, Chicago, this weekend for another celebration of life.

I promise to get back on track by sharing my journey with you. It will be nice to revisit those wonderful memories we created together and answer any questions you might have.

Thank you for your support and love.
I appreciate each and every one of you!

Crystal

An Update

April 6, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Master Sir is recuperating nicely at home. His older brother Kenny had to return to Chicago for work, but he said He would return in a month.

His younger brother Jerry is staying for a few weeks. His company has allowed Him to work remotely. Master Jerry has now moved into the Master bedroom and allows me to sleep with Him. The parents also left town. His sister is still MIA.

Miss Amy is still staying at the house. She is trying to cover for my Owner in his job. When this happened, she was here to talk to the company owner about her relocating to Las Vegas, so it was good timing.

Master Jerry is still having issues with commanding me as His slave. He wants to help, and he wants to do things for me. Worst part of all? He asks to use me. Ugh!!

Just fuck me when and how you want to fuck me! Three holes, no waiting. It helps that He has a really nice cock that He knows how to use (sort of) and can reload pretty fast.

On the good side, He loves anal sex almost as much as I do!

The Best News Thus Far?

My brother called to tell me he will be flying in on Friday and plans to stay for at least a week! I get to see my brother, and I get to serve Him!

I love you all!

Thank you all for your continued prayers, warm thoughts, and well wishes!

Love

Bitch Slave

What Happened?

April 3, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Some of you may be wondering what happened to me. Last month, without any notice, I suddenly signed off on Fetlife, and then my Blog went dark.

Now I pop up back here. So I am sure some of you are probably wondering, “WTF” (maybe not)

So here is what happened

Last month, my Owner suffered a stroke while working from home. His new girlfriend, Miss Amy, was there and heard Him crashing on the coffee table in the living room.

She called 911, and then she called me. My Boss/dom took me to the hospital. His Boss and the Boss’s Wife were already there. Master-Sir was still in the ER. His Boss took my phone and had his wife call the family. I was not able to comprehend all that was happening, but I knew they needed to know.

Once Master left the ER and rested in a room, they allowed me to see Him. But that was all. I lost it several times, and apparently, I passed out once from seeing Him and all the machines He was attached to.

They told me He had lost feeling and sensation in His left side and probably would have speech problems, but they needed to wait until morning to start any serious evaluations.

So they said to go home. They would stay in touch if necessary.

Miss Amy took me home. We both curled up on the couch, and she let me cry into her shoulder for a while. We tried to watch a movie while trying to answer calls from family and friends. Somewhere along the line, I fell asleep.

I woke to the doorbell ringing. I realized it was late, and Miss Amy had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom.

Looking at the doorbell camera, I saw it was my owner’s older brother, Kevin. He had apparently caught the first flight out of Chicago the minute he got the call.

Opening the door, He smiled and grabbed me as I fell into His arms, crying—tears of fear and joy. Seeing Him, a friendly face, was what I needed.

Six months ago, Kevin was still thinking I was the devil incarnate and was the lead man in His family’s hatred toward me. The fat chick who somehow conned their son into marrying me.

That was until he figured out who I am and his brother’s lifestyle. Now, he is my friend, and he is educating himself to become a worthy Dom.

After getting back into the house and closing the door, I knelt on the floor to properly welcome him into the house. He had me look up at Him, holding my chin.”Your Owner told me the last time I was here that you were to obey any command I gave as if it came from Him. Is that still true?”

With tear-filled eyes and a smile, I answered the affirmative.

I know how awful this sounds, but for a slave like me, that was music to my ears. I needed someone strong to keep me going, keep me focused, and run my life. Otherwise, I would go crazy trying to decide for my Master/Husband.

I am a slave; I know that I was born to serve the men I respect and to obey my Owner and anyone He designates to use me.

Master’s brother was almost identical to Him. He was tall, strong, and well-built. Since realizing who I was, his dominant side has come out. And I liked that. Right now, I needed that.

Miss Amy stepped out of the bedroom to see who it was. I made the proper introductions, and then she went back to bed.

He looked at me. “Good, I’ve been dreaming of a blowjob and some sleep, in that order,” He grabbed my hair and had me crawl behind him up to the Master Bedroom.

He may be a new Dom, but he can be polite like his brother. He asked if I objected to him sleeping in the big bed. I did not. He then told me that I was allowed to sleep with Him. I smiled and thanked Him.

I knelt at the side and waited. He got naked and climbed under the covers. I had to tell Him I didn’t enter the bed without permission. He smiled as I saw His cock get hard at those words. Or maybe it was already getting hard. “Bitch, get in bed”. I did as commanded.

He held me tight, grabbing one of my nipples, saying he would handle what needed to be handled. For me to not worry about anything. With that, He pushed my head under the blankets and my mouth onto His hard cock.

I keep thinking how bad this sounds, but I needed that. Even if I was happily giving His brother a blowjob while my Owner lays in a hospital bed with tubes and monitors attached. I am doing what I was meant to do: to serve. I was hopefully making my Owner proud. And I was enjoying the feeling of His cock.

Soon, He held the back of my head as He filled my mouth with my reward. His cum was warm and delicious! I held Him in my mouth until soft. When I popped out from the covers, he was already asleep. I curled up next to Him and fell asleep as well.

My usual routine is to wake Master up with a fresh cup of coffee, then take his cock and swallow His morning stream. Besides the cup of coffee, his brother wanted to be left alone as he got ready.

I fixed breakfast for the two of them. After serving them, I knelt on the floor between them as they ate and talked, ignoring me while hand-feeding me their scraps.

His younger brother and the parents will be in town shortly. Miss Amy said she would move into my bedroom for the next few days, and his brother could have the guest room. The parents (who still hate me) will stay at a hotel close to the hospital. That problem is solved.

The younger brother Jerry was already at the hospital, and the parents were checking into the hotel. He was a wonderful sight to see. He is a little shorter and not as well built—more of an office nerd type of build. Still cute!

Jerry has known I was a slave for a couple of years now but promised to keep it quiet. He kissed me and hugged me. Holding me as we walked into the room my Master was in. I needed that moral support.

The parents came in, said hello to the brothers, gave me a cordial “hello,” got an update on their son, and then left to find something to eat.

Master Kevin and Master Jerry asked me to stop the blog for now. I smiled. Master Jerry looked at me and smiled, “It’s not your decision, is it?” Nope. I’m just the slave!

Not knowing where this was going and whether I would want to open it to the world gave me one less thing to think/worry about.

But the response in the emails and Fetlife was beautiful and unexpected. Your love, comments, and well wishes told me I needed to keep it going—not only for my sanity but also because I had real friends who cared for me and really wanted to know how it was all going.

Master Kevin and Master Jerry decided to reopen the blog and wanted me to refresh it. I want to relive the good times I had on my journey, remember where it all began, and really see just how far I have come.

So, please subscribe and leave me your thoughts and comments if you would like to.

Love,

Crystal

The Conversation: Part Two

November 9, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

It was interesting to have my Owner’s older brother figure out His younger brother is a kinky MF’er! So now both His brothers know, but neither one told the other yet…

Once I gave Him that goodnight blowjob, The older brother was hooked! Before we left, He asked if he could stay with us while attending the SEMA convention. He originally planned to stay at a resort and visit us for dinner and events. Of course, Master Sir said, “Hell, Yes!”

SEMA is a huge aftermarket automotive convention here in Las Vegas.

After picking Him up from the airport, we went out to dinner. In a booth in the back of our favorite restaurant, I sat between my men/Master’s. As I expected, he had a thousand questions He wanted answered, but we had to be careful in public, so we talked a little here and there about how He gets to use me for whatever he needs to be done.

We left there and went to our house. As usual, I enter and immediately take off my clothes. Master Kevin stood there and watched with a surprised look on His face. Master informed him, “Slaves are kept naked in my house.” I continued.

Once I was naked, I knelt at His feet and kissed them, welcoming Him into my Owner’s house. For Him, the surprises just keep coming!

Master-Sir made me stand in the middle of the living room as if I were being inspected. I guess I was. My hands were behind my head, and my legs were shoulder-width apart. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. That was the rule for the week.

Master-Sir started to explain my body to His brother—my hair, how I like it to be pulled and make me kneel for a blowjob.

My saggy breasts. He can play with them, pinch them, and pull on them. Master-Sir told Him where he could find some nipple clamps and other toys (or ask me to bring them to Him).

Master-Sir rubbed my clit to get me excited and moaning before removing His hand and showing His Brother how best to play with me and not make me cum.

The Brother had a huge smile on His face as His hand reached between my legs to agree with my Owner. I was getting wetter the more they played with me and talked about me, and they also ignored me. He was shocked at how smooth I was.

Master-Sir had me turn around and then bend over; I spread my butt cheeks apart as he talked about the butt plug as well as how to properly fuck a sloppy pussy. (the butt plug helps).

I guess for the humiliation aspect of it, Master-Sir made me hold my ass open a while longer as they talked about other things before I was sent off to get them cold beers.

That’s when he asked about the dog bowls and the dog bed. Both items are for me to use, so Master-Sir explained how I am to be hand-fed.

His brother was shocked by how much this was more than he ever expected. He was only familiar with Master/slave on the Internet or in the movies. He didn’t realize there was this entire world where it is really lived 24/7.

When I returned, the men were sitting on the recliners. I knelt to serve each of their beers before kneeling beside my owner’s chair.

The Brother had a pretty good bulge in His shorts as they talked. Master-Sir told Him to take me into His bedroom and “do something”. The brother grabbed me by the hair and made me crawl to the guest bedroom behind him. The man learns fast!

He began asking me for something, and I politely stopped him. I need to be told, not asked, what he wants. As long as I am not harmed or arrested for it, I will do as he tells me to.

He just wanted to fuck me doggie style and pull my hair as he came. And He did! It was a fun ride as His cock kept going almost all the way out before plunging back into my hole while He pulled my hair.

He kept moaning and saying how wonderful this was. Better than the “skinny bitch I married”.

The faster he went, the harder he fucked. I was into never-never land quickly when I asked Him if “This slave can cum, sir?”. Hearing me ask, I felt His cock seem to grow a little more when He said I could., He wanted to listen to a woman cum. And I did!

As I was coming down from my orgasm, He was already pumping my pussy with His cum. Catching His breath, He started to pull out. So I quickly turned around to suck Him clean. Another shocking moment in His learning curve. I love to lick and clean the wet cock that just fucked me.

Later that night and each night after that, I would finish my evening chores, then go into His room to see if he needed anything or wanted to use me for anything. Apparently, He found he could sleep better after he had a blowjob.

My Owner enjoyed hearing when and how His brother used me.

In the morning, I made breakfast for them both; he liked choosing my clothing for the day and then fucking me doggie style before allowing me to get dressed. I had noticed that every day, he got better and took longer to cum. <smiles>

Usually, I am supposed to wear a butt plug to work. However, with all that I am doing at the office to prepare for the F1 race, I am doing a lot of walking and moving around. Wearing a Butt Plug would make that more complex and awkward. So, He allowed me to go without this week.

The Brother would ride with me to work, then catch the monorail to the convention center. Like my Owner, He liked me to drive with my top open or down and my boobs on display until we got close to my work.

After work, He liked to watch me strip as I entered Master-Sir’s office then slap my ass as he commanded “Get the men’s dinner started”. He tried to sound like some master from a horrible pornHub video! It was so cute!

Every night, He had me type up some notes he made at the show for his job. I also answered some of His business emails for him. He and my Owner sat and talked or watched television. He really liked that part! He was really getting into having this all-purpose-made/slave at His beck and call!

Master-Sir would offer me to Him to lay on the couch and worship His cock while watching a game or talking about life. He enjoyed that as He also played with my boobs, pinching my nipples and then not allowing me to have an orgasm. (Grr..)

Friends came to visit, and occasionally, I was casually led out of the room for them to use me. When we had food delivery, I gave the delivery man a blow job as if he was expecting it (He was).

The Brother was always amazed at how we lived like this without any problems, That a woman could enjoy being “used like this” and not feel abused or offended.

( we had several of those conversations about submission and how I actually craved it) It was indeed a full-time, 24/7 life for us.

He often commented on how a woman like myself was so comfortable in my body and myself that I was so happy being naked as I was serving them drinks, getting fucked, or Him beating my ass just because He wanted to.

I enjoyed being in silent mode. It gave them time to catch up on life and family matters and be honest about certain family issues. He spent a lot of time talking about his 15-year marriage and how/why it failed (communication).

He said that he would make sure to make the family be a little more hospitable when we visit. Master-Sir would tell their other brother it’s okay to talk to the other brother and have open communication between the three of them. There would be no secrets anymore.

On the final night, He finally took my last hole. Even Master-Sir was surprised That He waited until the end to fuck my ass.

Looking back, it was comical. After an enema, I knelt at the edge of the bed, waiting for directions. He snapped His fingers as He pointed to the bed. Telling me He wanted my head down, ass up. I loved how easily He now commanded me!

He started to fuck my pussy for lubricant as he was debating if he/how he should. As I felt Him pull out, I smiled. When I felt the head of His cock on my tight hole, He stopped for a moment. I started to beg and cheer Him on. “Yes, Yes, Please Sir”

That’s what it took. He pushed straight in, groaning as He pushed all of His cock into my tight hole till I felt His balls hit my pussy. He needed to catch His breath as I howled a little to get the pain out as I thanked Him.

He finally called me “Bitch slave” as he was proud of Himself, just pushing Himself to the hilt. Not having to ask permission and not worrying about my comfort. He did ask me if I was ready for more. (Hell Yes Sir)

As with other Anal Virgins. He was very vocal about how tight it felt and how they wished they could have this more often. Calling me Bitch slave as he pulled in and out with force, not slowing down until he started to cum. Telling me, “Take it all, slave.” I smiled as I was also on the cusp of an orgasm. I was hearing him act like He was a real Dom!

The following morning, one more blowjob, then off to the airport. Master-Sir reminded Him that he was welcome back anytime. And anytime, I am His to use.

I smiled and kissed Master-Sir for giving me the honor to serve Him/them.