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Miss Carol’s New tease

August 19, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

I know it’s been a while. But I am still here and still being used as I like to be.

My Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, has picked up where our friend Master Chase left off.

One of my rules in the morning is that I am to be shaved clean and presented for inspection before I am allowed to dress. Then, if we are alone, I am allowed to pick out what I want to wear, and then I present myself to my Owner for His approval. Once He has approved me, He will insert the butt plug, and I am allowed to leave for work.

Master Chad used to stop by and, after breakfast, go upstairs with me, pick out my clothes for work, then fuck me or use my mouth before allowing me to get dressed.

Since He is no longer stopping by as much as He used to, Miss Carol now does the honors when she is here, and she is excellent at humiliating me while doing so.

Over breakfast, she likes to have a bagel, eats a bit, and then throws a piece on the floor for me to crawl over to and eat. Patting me on my head when I return to kneel at her side, telling me i was a good bitch slave as she does it again. My Owner enjoys the show.

She likes me to stand against the wall while she feels my pussy for any razor stubble, as well as my armpits. Telling me to open my pussy for “a better view”. She has a firm, female laugh as she watches me. as I am getting wet from the verbal humiliation.

Fianlly, in my bedroom, she will pick out what I can wear, reminding me no panties. But before I can dress, I must lay on the floor on my back; she takes off her skirt and panties and sits over my face. Just far enough so I can breathe and smell her feminine sex. I am to stick my tongue out.

I’m not to move, keep my tongue stiff as she puts her pussy on my tongue and moves herself around, Moaning while calling me names and reminding me that I am just her slave and talking about how she fucked my owner the night before.

It’s nothing new; most times, I am in the bedroom when they have sex, or at least I am called into the bedroom for cleanup. It’s she likes to remind me that I am just his slave, his property, and that she, as his lover, is allowed to use me for HER pleasures as well.

All of this is getting me wet. My pussy, I know, is soaking the sheets, as well as her juices are leaking down into my mouth and face. After she reaches climax, she simply gets off my face.

At that point, I am to hold my legs up and open as she selects the butt plug I am to wear to work. I get it wet before she pushes it in without any gentleness. “Now bitch, you can go to work”

I get turned around, kiss her feet, and thank her.

Before I get dressed, I need to wash my face, reapply what little makeup I am to wear, and try to walk normally down the stairs to kiss them both goodbye before I leave for work.

Thankfully, she only does this to me once or twice a week!

She is Taking Me Further

July 26, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

What a week this has been! Maybe I should say what a Month this has been! Work has me really busy with a few chances for some travel as my boss’s “assistant”.

But I guess the biggest thing right now is how my Owner’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, is taking me further down the rabbit hole I call my life.

Master-Sir has never been a big believer in protocol. I know I can’t sit on any furniture without permission, I am to notify Him if I am going somewhere or leaving a room that He is in. But otherwise, not much more that I can think of.

However, in the last few months, Miss Carol has been getting into her new role as the House Mistress. This week she made a new rule, I guess you can call it that.

This past weekend, she was in the Master Bedroom, getting ready to crawl into bed. Master-Sir was coming up the stairs, and I was just crawling into their bedroom to kneel at the bedside when She stopped me.

As my Owner was walking past me, kneeling in the doorway, she asked Him if it was right to have “the slave” just wander into a room as if she belongs in it.

In the past, Master Sir had me kneel at the doorway to the Master Bedroom and ask if I could come in. But he never really enforced it and I guess I stopped asking. As long as He enters the room before me, it seems like that was the new rule.

She didn’t say it in a mean tone or anything, more of a general question. Curiosity. She also agreed, that when they first met, I did ask permission to enter the room. But that was after they were both in bed.

Master-Sir explained how we used to do it. As I explained before. She wanted to change that. She wanted a more formal arrangement. She came around to the foot of the bed, sitting on the edge as she was brushing her hair. She was looking very sexy and Master-Sir was getting a hardon from her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs, and gave me a stern look as she informed me of the new rule. As long as she is in the house, or if my Owner says otherwise, I am to ask HER for permission to enter “Their” bedroom.

Master-Sir agreed that it was a good rule. Then He added to it. That if I disobey that rule, SHE gets to punish me.

I sat up, hung my head, and asked “Miss Carol, may I” Then she stopped me. She corrected me. “Miss Carol, may this slave enter your bedroom?”. They both gave me a “Good slave”.

I was allowed to enter, still on my hands and knees as she told me to clean up the bathroom and to put away her clothes before standing in the corner while they turned out the lights and cuddled.

Being made to ask permission from Her was humiliating. Then to stand in the corner and listen to them talking as if I wasn’t there.

I can say she has come a long way. She used to not like me in the room when they were cuddling or having sex. She preferred me to wait outside the door until after they were finished.

When she sent me out to get them some water, I came back, and again, she made me kneel at the door to ask her for permission to enter. Telling me that the next time I forget, she will spank my ass. Thankfully the room was dark because I was smiling at the thought of her being the one to beat my ass.

This is a new step for myself as well as my owner, who let it all happen. To let her control me almost as much as He does.

For you perverts out there. Yes, they made love and had hot sex. After they came, I sucked my Owner’s cock clean before I licked her to two orgasms before she sent me to my bedroom.

I went to my room smiling. I wanted to finger myself to an orgasm, but I did not have permission. Yes, I know, the whole orgasm thing seems complicated, but at this moment, I just figured I better not without permission.

Maybe this is a new start. Maybe a restart of sorts. I always love to be held to a higher standard. More obedience, less freedom.

I guess we will see.

New Pool Rules

July 15, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, the summer sun is on a HIGH right now in Las Vegas! It’s really hot right now. That means pool time with friends. Lots of pool time!

As the house slave, I am responsible for ensuring every guest has a fresh drink, gets plenty of sunblock on them, and fixes them snacks as needed.

That part hasn’t changed since we first moved here. According to my Owner, what has changed is how I am to be used for sexual services.

He said that the reason for the change is because the mix of female vs. male guests has changed since the lockdown was canceled. The ratio used to be 90% male over the pool season. Now it’s almost 50/50!

Miss Carol (Master Sir’s girlfriend) has a girlfriend she likes to bring to the house now. (that’s a story for a different time). My young friend and His new bride enjoy lounging by the pool. My Owner’s Boss’s wife now likes to come over as well.

So Master-Sir has a new rule. Something the ladies apparently asked for and, in some ways, makes sense. It makes everyone a little more comfortable and able to relax and have fun in the sun.

Don’t worry, I am still kept naked, and all my holes are there to be used by all. But now, it’s only oral sex in the pool area. If you desire to fuck me in my other holes, it will be out of sight. In the house, the guest bedroom or one of the lounge chairs is not directly viewing the party.

For me, the downside is that I am now used for licking almost as much pussy as I do sucking cocks. I prefer cocks, and like I said many times. I am not a fan of pleasuring women.

With that said, there are a few pussy’s I will lick to multiple orgasms because they are special to my Owner, and I really do enjoy pleasing them. But for the most part, I prefer not to. Not that my Owner cares what I think. I am His slave, and I will please all His guests to the best of my ability or be punished.

What is interesting, these ladies all have become fast friends with each other and like to support each other, so while I am pleasuring one pussy, the others will sit close by and talk about men, sex, and orgasms. When one has climaxed, she pushes my head between the waiting legs of the other. When doing that, the conversation never ends; it just continues as if they were passing each other a fresh drink!

For the last year or so, Master Sir has had me wear a butt plug when i leave the house, and now I must wear one when in the pool. He told everyone the rule: If they take it out, they must put it back in.

When He explained that having a butt plug in my ass would make my sloppy pussy a little tighter, the men all got excited and had to see if that was true. And they all said it was true!

The second benefit, since I love anal sex, is that wearing a butt plug helps make my asshole not as tight. Now it’s easier and more pleasurable when they want to fuck me there.

Adding torture to all this, my Owner has asked them all not to let me have an orgasm. He wants them to tease me, edge me, but not to go over the edge. As he tells them, “Keeping her super horny makes her more submissive. You will enjoy the slut more.”

I have not had an orgasm in over two months. Yes, I am horny as hell and so submissive, and want one right now. Deep down, I really do enjoy the use and the abuse they do to me.

The Pool Awaits!

Hope you are having a fun summer so far.

Thank you for your time, and look forward to more posting in the future.

Shopping with Miss Carol

May 21, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir’s girlfriend, Miss Carol, invited me to go shopping—something the Pretty Brunette often did with me. With The Pretty Brunette, She shopped, I paid with my credit card, and carried the bags.

Miss Carol was a little different. She has a sporty BMW convertible and gave me the keys. As well as Her credit card. I was to drive, fuel the car, and pay for everything with her card. She was just there to enjoy the experience. And it was an experience!

When I opened the door to get in, I noticed a towel on the driver’s seat. The last time i was in her car, I kept my dress down so as not to stain the fabric. This time, she wanted me in full slave mode. Boobs out and bare ass on the seat, just as I am trained to do!

She loved the looks we got driving and at stop lights. The top was down ont he car and the top was down on the driver!

At the gas station, i got out, and my skirt did not easily follow, so I know several people got a flash as well; I didn’t really put my boobs back until we were stopped and I had just opened my door. I love being seen.

On the way to the mall, yes, people still shop there. we talked. She asked about my orgasms or lack of them. She doesn’t understand the mindset of not being allowed to have them, and now, I don’t want to have them when I am serving someone.

She took me into the ladies’ lingerie in one of the high-end shops. The lady there knew her by name and welcomed us. She looked at me and asked Miss Carol if I was “the project.” She said yes. I am her boyfriend’s slave. It was a very casual statement and loud enough for others to hear.

The lady pulled out a few boxes she had behind the counter. She told Miss Carol they were waiting for her. I didn’t understand until Miss Carol explained that she talked with my owner, and they agreed I should own some nicer bras and panties. Especially bras that will properly fit and support me at work or out on errands.

She told the saleslady she was tired of seeing my sagging titties all the time and was pretty sure my Boss probably felt the same. She thought it was time to make some changes in how I was allowed to dress.

All three of us were in the dressing room watching me get naked and try all four sets on. They were beautiful and made me feel beautiful. Looking at the tag, I saw these were the same brand as the ones I hand wash for her.

Other than telling her how I felt wearing them, I was never asked a question or part of their conversations. They ignored me. I was there to be fitted, and that was it.

This was a way to make the house slave look a little prettier when being displayed in public.

I wanted to kiss and hug her. To thank her. I tried to kneel and kiss her feet properly, but I thought that might be too much for the saleslady. Anyway, I was all smiles and wet between my legs as I thanked them both.

She said we would take them all. Telling me to pay for it with her credit card. I almost fainted when I saw the final price for four sets of “intimate lingerie.” I asked if she really wanted me to have these; the cost was too much for me.

She responded that these were not for me, but for my Owner to make his slave more presentable. It may not benefit me sexually, but she knew it would get my Owner wanting to fuck her more this weekend.

That means I will clean up a larger mess over the next few nights. Then she smiled as we walked out of the store.

I was anxious to get home and show them to my Owner, but she said we had more shopping to do. Most of what we went shopping for was for her, and her travel needs, so I don’t remember what all she bought. I do know it was expensive, and I ended up carrying a lot of bags back to the car.

I had a warm and wonderful feeling as the one who cared for everything. I served her in many ways. I filled her gas tank, washed the windows, I ordered the lunch and went to the counter to pick it up. I made sure her drink cups were always full. I now know her favorite coffee or latte, so she doesn’t have to remind me.

I let her see how I set the bags down to ensure they were secure and proper. Yes, it was her credit card, but I signed for it and took the receipt. She was relaxing and enjoying being served by a well-trained slave.

She had me lift my skirt out in the parking lot to feel me. She took her time before she put her fingers in my pussy. Rubbing my clit for a few seconds before removing her fingers. I moaned loudly as she brought them to my lips to suck clean.

This is something she has started to do more often. She wanted to see how wet I was and maybe get in a little public exhibition simultaneously. She laughed at the fact that I was soaking wet; my juices were going down my legs. All from getting new bras!

At home, Master-sir kissed her first, then kissed me. I put everything away and was told to model what she bought me. They talked about each pair and how it made me look and feel. I never was allowed to respond.

After the fashion show was complete and I served them their drinks, kneeling at master-Sirs feet, he asked if I liked what she bought me. I did, very much so. I can’t wait to see how they look going to work.

Sitting on the couch, sipping her drink, she looked down at me and smiled as she raised her leg and pointed her stocking foot at my face. I was happy to take her foot and kiss them both. Telling her how much I appreciate the gifts. And how much I loved her spending her valuable time with this slave.

Taking a break

March 22, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Thank You all for the kind words and loving E-mails. I am doing fine and feeling better each day. My Owner has restricted my time on social media. Well, actually, He told me “No” the last few times I asked permission to be alone and think.,

He knows what’s best for me, and I do feel better being unplugged for the last week or so. I am plugged, just not that way (smiles)

We are spending more time alone together. Like a real couple. I am still being used for blowjobs by His friends, but not as often as before. Plus we are sleeping together more, longer. He still keeps the dog bed next to the bed, just in case he decides I need some time out. But so far, He has allowed me to sleep with Him every night.

Miss Carol is still out of town. So it’s just Master-Sir and me. Weirdly, I miss having her here. I miss being made to lick my Master’s cum from Her beautiful pussy or to be just there to worship her body. Then to be sent away, rejected, ignored, and alone.

He allows me to sit with Him and watch TV, watching movies together. It’s been a long time since we just did that. If she’s not here, i am usually kneeling at His side, holding His drink or worshipping His cock, not watching the movie. I am here to serve Him, not be there for my pleasure.

Although Master-Sir has allowed me to have orgasms, He has not used me enough to want them. Or need them. It’s that old saying, be careful what you wish for. I don’t feel i deserve to have them. I have not earned the right to have my own pleasure while being used, if that makes any sense.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know I am still here, feeling better than ever, and I am sure He will allow me back online more often soon.

Edging Update

March 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir has clarified that my latest punishment for having an orgasm without permission is to remove the temptation of me having one.

Besides drinking His morning stream, He has stopped using me for sex. It’s not that He is abstaining from sex; he is just stopping using my holes for sex. As Owner, He has other options..

Miss Carol has been here more often this past week, as she will be gone for the next two weeks, so they are preparing for the separation. So I am being used for her needs.

As I explained in other posts, being denied release makes me want to be more submissive. To be used heavier and with no regard to my comfort. If that is possible.

Miss Carol is hitting that nerve with me big time! She is finding new and creative ways to torture me and to remind me that I am just a house slave who is not allowed to cum.

Like, I am washing more of her lingerie each night. To tease me, when she comes over, she wills and over me and have me remove the pair she is wearing. Ordering me to smell them and tell her if they are wet and smell of sex. (They always are)

Master-Sir and her will be on the couch watching a movie or playing on their phones, ignoring me. She will order me to fetch them snacks or drinks, then point to her pussy. I will curl up under her skirt, or she may be naked, i will place myself between her legs and lick. Worshiping her wonderful pussy as I do Master-Sir’s cock. I can do this for hours.

The fact that she can converse with my Master while I do this is impressive. She can control her breathing as she pushes my head deeper into her pussy as she starts to cum. Pausing in her conversation just as she hits her peak. She can catch her breath and continue with the conversation. She ignores me the entire time.

Thats what I call ultra submission. I am being used, but I am being ignored. I get punished if I fail to please, but I get no praise for being the good little slut slave.

The house is spotless from one corner of the house to the other—no mops or swiffers for this slave. Instead, Harwood floors and tiles are cleaned the old-fashioned way—the slave on her hands and knees with a rag and a bucket of water.

She enjoys teasing me when I am cleaning. Knowing that If I feel her touch me, I am to stop working and keep my legs spread for her to tease my clit. Verbally humiliating me the entire time.

When I am at the edge, she orders me to stop, then stands up, laughs, and returns to whatever she was doing before. She will do this multiple times. Each time, i am to thank her for her attention and kindness. Constantly reminding me I must lick up the juices I drip on the floor.

She has no problem showing me that she now gives my Owner blowjobs while I can only watch. Sometimes she will bring Him to almost climax, then shoot his load into my mouth. His cock is in her hands while he does this. Never touching my mouth. Afterward, she smiles at me as she licks off the last drops, then kisses the head. Tasing and pleasing.

Thank you for reading and hope you are having a wonderful week.

This Slave’s Valentine’s Day

February 18, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

In all the years I have been owned, my Master has never made a big deal out of Valentine’s Day, at least not towards me. Usually a card and maybe a flower. That is it. Why should He be any more romantic? I am His slave, not His wife or lover.

However, he likes to go all out for His girlfriend: flowers, cards, a special dinner, maybe a night in a fancy hotel suite with all the toys. Of course, I do the planning and make the reservations.

This year, with the help of His girlfriend, Miss Carol, I made all their reservations and ordered the flowers. I even booked them a romantic suite with a whirlpool, a view of the Las Vegas Strip, and the famous Bellagio Fountains. They were going to have a fantastic night!

On Valentine’s Day, Miss Carol stopped by my office several times to ensure I had everything ready for them. Of course, she could not just do that; she reminded me that this was for HER and my Master. I would be home alone, unable to masturbate or do anything that might make me cum, while she would be having awesome, mind-blowing orgasms.

Adding to her insults, she included a little compliment. She said she would miss not having me there to lick her cum filled pussy!

That night, she came over to the house. She entered, i did my usual, greeted her at the door, removed her high heels, and kissed her stocking feet as she handed me her lingerie to be hand washed. This time she even had me remove the pair she wore, telling me to sniff them and tell her if they were wet. They were. She smiled as she walked into the house to greet my Master.

This evening, Master-Sir had me order them a limousine to the hotel.

They got comfortable on the couch as I sat at His feet. I served them both drinks. I noticed she did not have a night bag; I had packed Master one for him.

While I was sitting at my Owner’s feet, Miss Carol went upstairs for something and returned with a smile on her face.

She sat down and had me recite to her what I had planned for them when I heard the doorbell ring. They got up with me as I stood up. Miss Carol told me I needed to go upstairs; She had laid out some clothes for me and shoes. I needed to hurry and pack my bag. I stared at her, not understanding.

Master-Sir held my hand as Miss Carol went to answer the door. He wanted to tell me this night was for Him and me, not Him and Miss Carol. I almost fainted.

Master- Sir was taking ME out on Valentine’s Night! He was leaving her behind! I could not run fast enough upstairs. She had laid out a lovely dress and matching undergarments. I was going to be allowed to wear a bra and panties!

In the limo, I wanted to sit on the floor at His feet, but He kept telling me to sit beside Him. I wanted to carry His bags to the suite, but He insisted on having the bellman do it. This was “Our Night”

I could write an entire post just about the show (O’) and Dinner overlooking the Fountains being served instead of serving. Having my Owner spend so much time with me was overwhelming. He was holding my hand, kissing me, walking hand in hand. All the things I see him do with Her, he was doing with me.

As a slave who spends most of her time naked, wearing something soft, sexy, and pretty made my emotions go into overdrive. Part of me said this was not right. I am the slave, not the girlfriend. The other side told me to enjoy the fantasy night.

Back at the suite, i immediately stripped and knelt at His feet. Kissing them and thanking them. He laughed at my reactions to it all., It’s been a long time since I was allowed to enjoy a Jacuzzi in the bedroom.

The problem was, all the time, he had also been teasing me. Especially with the Jacuzzi. It had such mighty Jets; He made me sit in front of it and feel them on my ignored pussy. I wanted to cum so bad from that; I was screaming and pleading to be allowed to cum as he snuggled up to me and started to kiss me from my lips down to my breasts! This was pure torture of the best kind!

After that, we sat on the balcony; I was actually allowed to sit on the furniture! We shared a bottle of change. I was naked, 36 stories up, standing at the railing, looking out as Master-Sir talked about how the people on the Strip could look up and see his fluffy, naked slave.

I know, 36 stories up at night, they could not see my naked, exposed body. But the feeling was there as He continued to tease and humiliate me.

This was all like a dream. An awesome dream. But it wasn’t; it was real.

In bed, Master-Sir loved me. He kissed me, teased my nipples, and even did the unthinkable. Master-Sir licked my pussy! I couldn’t stand it anymore. Well, let’s say my body finally had enough teasing! I finally let it go.

He hasn’t done that in YEARS. My clit felt the warm breath and the tip of His tongue, and I started to shake, moan, then scream as my body convulsed. I clung to Him like we were in the middle of an earthquake as I felt it wave over me. I started to cry. Partially from all the emotions, I felt and the fact that I disobeyed my Owner.

I had never felt an orgasm like that. It felt like hours of trembling, moaning, and grabbing the sheets to stop the world from spinning and soaking the sheet! I must have looked like some fluffy porn star!

He held on to me as I cried and apologized—six weeks of constant edging, teasing, and denial. I was on the edge of the emotional cliff for a long time. I begged forgiveness and told Him I would accept any punishment he wanted to give me.

He smiled and climbed between my legs, and started to fuck me as He tried to lean in and kiss me. But my head was like the exorcist! I swear. i was still having mini orgasms as He fucked His slave.

After He started to cum inside me, I held him tightly, enjoying the feeling. Once He was done, I could not turn around fast enough to kiss, clean and worship that magnificent cock and to thank Him. Still wondering what He had planned for my punishment and when.

He ordered me into the shower with HIM. Yes, I got to be in the shower with him. It was That Big! I washed Him from head to toe. Thanking and loving every inch of him.

Master-Sir actually had a second erection from my bathing Him and allowed me to suck His cock in the shower.

Cuddling up in bed, He asked if I enjoyed the night. I started to cry, trying to tell Him how I loved every minute of it, but as His slave did not deserve this. This was supposed to be for Him and Miss Carol. He laughed.

He told me I would not be punished for having multiple orgasms without permission. Furthermore, he wondered if I would break down and cum with all the stimulation I had tonight.

Before falling asleep, he wanted me that I should not expect this again for a long time, if ever. And that my next orgasm will be a long time away! Kissing Him, I said, as His slave, I would do as He commanded. I would suffer, but I would try to obey.

The following morning, He lay in bed as I ordered room service. He enjoyed having a fancy breakfast as I enjoyed worshiping His cock.

My boss called to tell me that I had the day off and to enjoy myself. I did!

My mind still relives every minute of the experience, and I still don’t think I deserve that treatment. But I will! Master told me I now needed to plan a night like that for Him and Miss Carol

I am a loved slave!

Friday Lunch with Miss Carol

December 4, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Still feeling the after-effects of last night and Master-Sir fucking Miss Carol, then calling me into the bedroom to clean her cunt of His justices. As well as introducing the real me to her.

I’m guessing Master-Sir was dreaming of her because he woke up with a raging hard-on and fucked my ass raw.

He told me that she would be taking me to lunch, and I was to answer any and all of her questions openly and honestly. And to continue calling her Miss Carol all the time now.

When I got into her car to go to lunch, I opened my blouse and unsnapped my bra. She just smiled. She was asking if that was normal for me. Boy, do we have a lot to talk about!

Yes, I am not allowed to ride in the car without my breast exposed and my skirt up. But for her and her car’s expensive upholstery, I decided to stay covered. She liked my answer.

She started to talk about how everything now makes sense, and she is now happy that it’s all in the open. She smiled and laughed, talking about how she thought it was a cuckquean relationship and wondered if she could be a nasty Cuck.

The idea of a real-life Master with His own obedient slave relationship blew her mind! Telling me it’s nothing like Fifty Shades. Our is better. Well, Dah!

She told me that she had never had a woman go down on her before. Seeing my Owner pull me by the hair towards her piussy kind of freaked her out.

First was that He was pulling my hair. She first saw it as abuse, non-consensual. Then she realized I was enjoying being between her legs and licking His cum out. That was kind of a new turn-on for her.

She really enjoyed how I made her feel comfortable and clean! Asking if I will really be doing “that” each time they have sex at the house. Yes, or at least anytime Master-Sir calls me in. If she desires, Master-Sir will have me in the room, usually facing the corner or kneeling on His side of the bed, watching and waiting to please Him and/or her.

She wasn’t sure if she would like another woman in the bedroom as they fuck. i told her to think of me as His slave, i am there to be silent and let them do their thing. Use me if you need me or send me out of the room. Master-Sir or His girlfriend would occasionally lock me in my bedroom just fo the tease and humiliation of it.

Yes, I explained that I have my own room where I am sent when He doesn’t want me. It’s my little hideaway as well. It’s also where all my clothes are. His bedroom is called The Master Bedroom for a reason!

I also reminded her that He told her last night, i was hers to command. So anytime she is at the house and wants it, I will do as she commands. With those words, she hinted that she was already wet between the legs thinking about it. I smiled.

She asked what I got out of all this? I get a very happy Master. I get the pain and the humiliation that is a turn on for me. And when He uses me, its little rougher and more on the abusive side. As I explained this morning where I was, like other times, i was just there to be used in her place.

What about work? I told her that I call my Boss Mister Tibbs, I always address people as Mister or Miss, unless told otherwise. In private, the people who use me, I call them Master or Sir. So no issue calling her Miss Carol in public.

She asked me what I did for The Pretty Brunette. I explained how I cleaned her lingerie by hand. It was the expensive kind and she needed it properly cared for. Miss Carol asked if she gets that treatment and I assured her if that’s what she wanted, I would be honored to wash her delicates for her. She smiled. “Gowd, Girl, I’m going to like having you around.” I smiled and thanked her. I just wanted to make sure she was making my Master happy. When he is happy, I am happy.

Then I asked her the question that bothered me the most. What was her plan going forward? She assured me that marriage or “anything like that” is not on the table. That there is one other man in her life. An older, professional gentleman she sees and even travels with on occasion. “it’s very casual.”

She was impressed when I asked her for permission to use the ladies room. Then while I was gone, I paid the bill and tipped the waiter.

On the way back to the office, she asked me to show her my pussy. I told her to please stop asking. I am a slave, I do as I am told. She smiled and promised she would try harder. She smiled when she realized that I was really wet. She joked that if she could get out of her pantyhose, she would have me feel her. I suggested stockings and that maybe we could go shopping sometime for her. She agreed and tweaked my nipple as we pulled into the resorts garage.

At the office, I was called into the conference room by my Boss, who had it all closed down and was smiling, He had read my blog about Thursday night, then wondered what we two were talking about over lunch. The whole idea got Him hard again. I immediately got naked and knelt between His legs and unbuckled His slacks. Another blow job for the boss. Two in one day!

I’m a happy slave!

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