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Miss Carol Meets His Slave

The moment Has finally arrived. Master-Sir had decided that last night was the night Miss Carol, His current girlfriend, meets His house slave. Me.

Miss Carol works for the same resort as I do, just in an upper management position. Master-Sir has been hesitant to reveal the real me to her since we both, actually, all three of us, have a lot to lose if anything goes wrong and the details get out.

We used to see each other a few times a week in meetings and office events. . Now it’s more like daily as she likes to visit me to get more familiar with what she thinks is a Cuqueen.

To her, I am a married woman who is monogamous to Him but allows her husband to fuck other women.

I have been as upfront as possible with her that it has been my pleasure to serve as her date planner. I make the reservations, get the tickets and keep him on track.

She enjoys hearing about how my “Husband” fucks me in the ass while talking about her and that I have enjoyed tasting her on His cock when he comes home from a date. She first wondered why He never cleaned Himself up after they had sex. Now she knows.

She was out of town when my family was here, and apparently, from looking at my Owner’s texts with her, they seemed to have missed each other! So last night Master-Sir and her went for a nice dinner, then back to our place for romance. I was working a little bit later than normal to give them some privacy.

Returning home, I found a note on the counter telling me to get naked, be properly clean and bring two bottles of water to His room. “You know the Drill” was how He finished it.

My heart was pounding. I think I was even sweating from the fear and anxiety mixed with the excitement. I have always enjoyed it when Master-Sir would present me to His lover for the first time. But this time, we know each other from work. So its a little scary, but I was also feeling the wetness between my legs..

As I did as I was told, I cleaned my pussy and brushed my teeth. I made sure I was presentable. Then I got the waters He requested, and i always bring in some warm towels. I slowly climbed the stairs, trying to be quiet. But I was sure my beating heart was able to be heard next door.

He knew I was home, so I needed to wait outside His door until I was invited in. I listened thru the door and heard His final grunts. I also heard her moaning as I knew He was filling her pussy with His cum. I smiled knowing that would be my reward.

As nervous as I was, I was also excited. i wanted to see what her ass really looked like and if she was as pretty naked as she was dressed in her professional clothing.

Then fear entered my head. What would she do when she saw me naked? Would she yell or get mad? Tell Master-Sir to go fuck Himself and break His heart?

After it went silent for a moment, I heard a little mumbling, then: “slave, enter.”

As I opened the door and my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Master-Sir had only a candle lit on the nightstand. , I saw her eyes get big and round as she pulled the covers over her body. She wasn’t sure what to do. Master-Sir was smiling at her as He sat on the edge of the bed; his cock was still hard but wet with their juices. He reached for the waters. “Carol, meet my slave. Slave, meet Miss Carol.”

I knelt between my owner’s legs and started to reach for His cock. “Good evening Miss Carol.” was all I could say without stuttering or crying. Without looking at her, I took His cock in my mouth and started to suck it clean. I tried to relax as I enjoyed the taste of them.

I heard Him explain that “This” is why we had all the secrecy and strange responses to your questions. He told her “I own her”—the three words I love to hear Him say.

She made some noises, some half sentences, as he pulled her sheet down, exposing her beautiful body. While talking to her, He reached down and grabbed my hair. He was directing me off His cock and into her open legs. I smiled when I saw the wet spot with some cum leaking out of her beautiful-looking pussy.

I heard Him tell her that “Just relax sweetheart. Let her do what she was trained to do and I will answer all your questions after she is done licking your pussy clean.”

She hesitated to tell Him that she was not into women. “No problem. This is not sex; I don’t have her here for sex. She is here to make sure you are properly clean and relaxed. Nothing more”. With those words and a kiss from Him, she started to relax and open her legs further as I was moved onto the bed and between her legs. Again she questioned, “Your slave?”

Then as I stuck my tongue into her smooth pussy and I had my first taste of her. she moaned a little as I started to clean Sir’s cum out from her pussy. She finally laid back on the bed and fully relaxed with His arms on either side of her as they kissed.

Yes, He is finally getting sex for a beautiful woman and I am in my happy place, serving her as I am serving Him. My nose enjoyed the sexual aromoa of her pussy as I dug my tongue deeper into her. Even after I got His cum out I continued pleasuring her. I realized why Master Sir loves to fuck her. She has a tight pussy.

Two orgasms later, she pushed my head away. I thanked her and kissed my Owner, who told me to go stand in the corner. He then told her an abbreviated version of our relationship. Ending it with “IF” they are to continue this relationship, He explained. She can not say a word about it to anyone. Even afterward, He had hoped she would be kind enough to honor our privacy.

I heard them rustle the sheets as she asked Him if I would lick her pussy clean each time they fucked? He laughed. He told her I am hers to command whenever she is here. She giggled as I was told to leave the room.

A little while later, she came down the stairs. She was dressed as pretty as she always was. She smiled at me, sitting on the living room floor. She looked at me. “Girl, we really need to talk,” I replied. “Yes, Miss Carol. But please, not at work.”

She seemed to like being called Miss Carol. She kissed me on the lips and told me, “Good Night, slave” I smiled and went back upstairs after she left.

In bed, His arms wrapped around me. He kissed me, telling me to expect an email from her with all the details I needed to know about her. I thanked Him and told Him that she tasted delicious!

I feel asleep as one happy slave!

Their Date

Master-Sir and Miss Carol went out to dinner and a show on Tuesday. Master-Sir had me set it all up, including sending her some beautiful flowers the day before.

It wasn’t until Friday that she made it down to my office and “wanted to talk . Alone”. So back to the conference room we went to!

She told me that my “husband” was very much a gentleman. Well, He was until after the show and back to her place. I didn’t want to tell her I already knew the details. i wanted to hear her side of it and see her reaction to it all.

She was first curious about just what kind of relationship we have. So I explained the best I could without telling her the Master/slave part.

I know I am not a beautiful woman, and I thank my lucky stars every night for having this man in my life. I made it my life goal to make sure he is happy no matter what.

“You let your well-built, very handsome man go out with another woman. You make the reservations and send the flowers. You do this so that He can go out with another woman? Then you tell me He wants to have sex with me. You tell me all of this so calmly, as if we were exchanging favorite recipes. ”

My response was a simple “Yes.”

She was teasing me, but I think it was more to see my response as she started to tell me about their date. Something I already knew all about!

After the show, it was back at her place. She slipped into something a little more comfortable. He helped her take off her dress. She undid her bra but kept on the panties and put on some gym shorts. They did not have sex (her period).

Instead, they sat and talked while He massaged her breasts and ran His hands thru her hair. His fetish! She said she was in heaven as He did that. So it was natural for her to take His cock out and suck it. She agreed. He has a very nice cock!

She explained how He told her that he had indeed fucked me in the ass while talking about her late at night. So I told her that when He came home from the date, He did the same thing. And I liked that. Telling her that my ass is tight, but my pussy is not. So he prefers my ass.

I know too much information. But at that point, we were talking like two sex-starved wenches!

When I was allowed to talk, I did ask her what perfume she uses, or maybe it’s her shampoo, but when I was sucking His cock, I smelled something flowery. She laughed as she blushed.

Yes, I know. I told her I knew from his smell that she sucked His cock. He then came home and fucked my ass while talking about her. She said it was probably her shampoo.

Then she sat there with a blank look as she tried to think. “If He left me, came home, and immediately fucked you in the ass….. Then you were sucking His cock and smelled me?” She paused as she pictured it in her mind. “EEeww, now that’s just a little too kinky for me.”

It’s been too long since I have had such an open and wonderful conversation with a woman that wants to have sex with my Owner. I was happy we were talking like this.

She smiled at me. In her mind, she said that “I’m the other woman in a cuckquean marriage. Wow. Making you the cuck. Aren’t you?”

I never answered that question. Making my “man” happy is what I do. I am not the most beautiful woman, but He makes me feel like I am the queen of the world. I get to live a very full and, yes, very kinky life. I fulfill His fantasies, which include Him dating and having some hot sex with other women while I stay home. It’s what I want.

I made sure she knew that I was not the jealous kind. I am not a wife who will make problems. I am the wife, and I hate that word; I am the one who will do what I need to do to make Him smile. In making her happy, I am making Him happy. And that makes me happy.

So Yes, I will be making their reservations. I will be buying her gifts for Him to give to her if they continue to date, and I wish she would continue going down that road with Him.

I made it very clear to her that when it comes time for sex, i want them to have as much hot passionate sex as she can handle. Because the more He has sex with her, the harder He will use me.

What was interesting is how much information she wanted to know about being that wife that sits at home while He goes out with another woman. I could not really explain that. There are no words that would make sense. Besides, that is more for Master-Sir to answer

In life, we are taught to be jealous if our man wants to have sex with another woman. But for me, since I am His slave, I am not allowed to tell her that part yet. For me, there is satisfaction in knowing a sexy woman is having a wonderful time with Him. Sex or no sex, His happiness beyond my control is what I live for.

Master-Sir coming home, coming in the living room from the garage, and ordering me on the floor with my ass up. As he removes His pants, I see His hard cock,. I am smiling, knowing I am about to get fucked hard because of her.

In this instance, He was rock hard from something she could not give Him because her monthly friend came, so He came immediately came home and used my ass instead.

As He fucked me hard and with very little lube, my pussy was dripping as He told me about the night. About her soft yet firm breasts and how He tweaked her nipples as she moaned as she was sucking His magnificent cock.

He came hard and filled my ass with His reward. Then immediately pulled out and shoved His wet cock into my mouth so I could hungrily suck and lick Him clean as He finished His story. Telling me that I would need to talk to her about their next date. He hinted that maybe that might be the night she learns about the real me.

In my office, She showed me the text messages they sent each other this past week. They are explicit and hot, as well as informative and educational. Mentioning family, relationships, favorite places to go, favorite sexual positions, and strangest places they had sex. Hers was outside, on the edge of the Grand Canyon under the stars. (pretty tame).

In the end, she told me she would send me all the information I needed to know about her to help me plan their dates. I asked her to include her favorite colors, dislikes, and favorite magazines she likes to read. If any. She also needed to include her shampoo, creme rinse, and other beauty products she uses on a daily basis.

She smiled and told me I would get it all by the end of the day. I think she is actually getting into having me help her get laid. To be honest. I enjoy being her sexual surrogate!

I am really hoping for them to have sex soon and for me to be there for them. Being cleanup was never my favorite assignment until The Pretty Brunette taught me how to enjoy the role. Now I have found that I miss being the clean-up slave.

After sh left, I returned to my first thoughts. Back to worrying about the upcoming visit of my Brother and my sister…

Miss Carol Asks a Favor

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 Chad. 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 Chad 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 attitude that was almost like she was 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 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. Probabaly Absinthe. A great sexual-filled show. Think Monty Python meets 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

Today was one of those few days where I wondered what made me want to be a slave. I mean, I am a no-safeword kind of slave. Please don’t get me wrong. It’s been a wonderful life serving my Owner, but today was one of those off times that makes you understand the true meaning of being owned..

I was sleeping soundly after a wonderful, long, full day. Work went well, Master-Sir was in a relaxed mood, and we had a wonderful evening, dinner, and a movie. Some time alone and in bed. Nothing more. No sex, no blowjobs, no using me for anything more than a naked waitress.

I don’t remember falling asleep, so it must have been a nice night. I started to have what I thought were very erotic dreams. And I don’t have them too often. So I was enjoying it. Or trying to enjoy it.

Then I realized I wasn’t dreaming. It was 3 am, and Master-Sir was pushing His hard cock into my ass. Not talking to me or even seeing if I was awake. he was just fucking my ass.

He was lying on top of me with all His weight, just humping me like the Bitch that I am. So I couldn’t move. He was just having His way with me. His grunting was loud and firm as He shoved His cock in and out of my tight hole!

I was trying to enjoy it, but He wasn’t well-lubed, and I was being held down. So I was hurting. I knew i was just there for His use and abuse, and He wanted it that way. It was painful as He worked His cock in and out. All I could do was bite the pillow and let Him finish.

Thankfully He didn’t last too long. He soon came and filled me with His warm reward, then rolled over on His back, and closed His eyes as He exhaled with a smile.

Sorry to explain this, but His cock wasn’t exactly clean after He fucked me. But it was still semi-erect. So I went to get some wet towels to clean Him off, then me.

On the good side, I could feel His cum running down my legs as I went to get the towels! I love that warm feeling. Knowing I was used for His needs. !

After His cock was clean, I went to get myself clean when I felt His hand on my head as he pushed me down to His cock. In His deep, firm Dom voice, he just told me to “drink”. Meaning He needed to pee and did not want to get out of bed.

After I finished swallowing His stream and let His cock fall out of my mouth, He just fell back to sleep. He had used me before like this, but it had been a long time ago, so I was unsure what to think.

I was tired; I was hurting, I was not sure of what i was to do. I wasn’t sure what was going thru His mind that made Him need to use me like that at this early hour. No matter, I was there for His use.

Worse yet, I needed to be up in less than two hours, and I was now wide awake and needed to brush my teeth to get all that taste out of my mouth.

As much as I was mad at Him for using me like that, I was enjoying lying there watching him sleep so soundly and peacefully. He just used me for his needs with no thought of my needs, then fell asleep. I’m here to serve.

My mind and my emotions were torn. One part of me wanted to smother him in his sleep, and another part of me wanted to wake Him up, kiss Him, and thank Him for using me like that!

Either way, I knew it was going to be a long day because I was not going to be able to get back to sleep.

At 5 am I was kneeling at His bedside with His coffee, waiting, smiling. He woke up smiling as if it were just a normal morning. I did get a “Thank you, slave, you were just what I needed this morning. ” meaning the ass fuck and drinking His stream earlier.

I asked what made Him so horny last night? He told me for some reason, he was dreaming about a lady named Carol who works in my Resort in marketing. She was in several meetings he was at and each time she wore a pair of slacks that He thought made her ass look “delicious”. He said he had seen her in other meetings before and enjoyed her energy as well as her bundled-up beauty. “She had incredibly long legs and an ass to die for!” was how he put it.

So He needed to fuck my ass while dreaming of her. He used me while dreaming of her. I had to wonder if He would be that rough with her or if it was just because I was there and He could use me like that.

He got up to take His shower, then to the bathroom sink to brush His teeth and shave, i was in the bedroom, getting the bed made, when He ordered me over to the sink.

As I knelt at His feet, looking at the countertop, He asked me what rule #1 was. Rule #1 is that I am to be naked in the house at all times unless told otherwise.

I wasn’t sure where this was going; not exactly a morning slave question! Except His voice was firm and His words short.

“Slave, what is rule #2?” That’s when I spotted it. I was about to be punished for failing rule #2. “Everything has a place, and everything will be in that place before your slave goes to sleep at night” I started to shake and tear up. I hate it when I disobey or upset Him.

He pointed at an unopened box of Q-tips and a package of lip gloss. “How long have they been sitting there?” I mumbled that they were there from when I went shopping on Sunday. “They have been there for two days? Slave?”

I was now really shaking and crying because i was doing too many things at once on Sunday and just never put them away. Apologies don’t work around here. But I tried to plead my case to my Owner.

He ordered me to get my punishment paddle, “the rubber one”. SHit! I screamed, “No, Sir, Please!” I hate that one. It has a heavy wood handle with a long piece of thick rubber. So when it impacts your butt, it impacts your butt! It continues to push in, and it hurts longer.

All I heard was “NOW”. I went to retrieve what He told me to get. Kneeling in front of Him, the waterworks were on full. I don’t remember much after handing it to Him. Just me crying.

He pointed and I got up, leaned over the edge of the bed, hands out front. I had to count each blow. And since it was there for Two Nights, it was double the punishment.

“One, Master-Sir, Thank You” Two, Master-Sir, Thank You” By the time I got to nineteen, i was falling to my knees and having to force myself up and make the final count of “twenty. Thank You, Sir. I love you, Sir” then I was sent to my bathroom to wipe my tears and get breakfast started.

I kissed His feet, then took the paddle with me as He started to get dressed. His cock was hard, but I knew He never fucks me after a punishment. No matter how hard He gets.

During breakfast, Master Chad came over. He was taking me to work. He wasn’t hungry, and he wasn’t wanting to fuck me as I got dressed. This was just a really weird morning!

He and master-Sir sat at the table to talk about business and admire the very red ass i was told to show them.

Then as I was sent off to get dressed for work, Master-Sir asked Master Chad to insert the large butt plug for me this morning. Master-Sir was serious. I tried to beg Him to reconsider. What if my Boss wasn’t in to take it out? My already sore ass would be in serious pain all day, and I would not get my work done.

Master-Sir never responded as we went up to my room to get dressed. Master Chad told me that if my Boss weren’t there to remove it, He would do it. I kissed Him and thanked Him. Making sure I couldn’t suck His cock or anything? But He was not wanting anything.

As I was leaving to go to work, Master-Sir hugged me, kissed me deeply, and told me that He loved me. He loved having me as His obedient slave. I told Him I loved Him as well and that I was sorry for being disobedient. I know that I deserved the punishment.

To say walking was difficult and painful would not describe it well enough. I was in pain all the way to my desk. Thankfully my Boss was there, and He wanted His morning blowjob. So He also agreed to remove the plug.

Not wearing the plug helped me work better and not be in too much pain. But I was reminded every time I moved that my Owner really owned me. No vanilla girl would tolerate being woken up at 3 am to be fucked while He dreamed of another girl and then have her ass punished like that.

At lunch, Master Chad called me up to an executive suite He was working on. For those that don’t know, an executive suite isn’t a regular suite but a large, well-decorated room, usually on the top floor or near the top. It’s used for meetings and parties with bedrooms attached on the sides.

Just as I arrived, a long-legged lady wearing a pair of slacks that gave hints of a really nice ass came into the room to talk with Master Chad about an event they were working on. I looked at her and knew instantly she was “Carol”

Smiling nice, I looked at her and introduced myself. She knew who my “husband” was as she gave me the once over and that all too familiar look. . I know the look of disgust; I see it often. The “He’s married to HER??” Look. I smiled and nodded politely.

In reality, I actually started to feel good about it. She was a nice-looking lady, very professional in her mannerisms and the way she carried herself. I could see why my Owner had the hots for her. If my Owner needed to fuck my ass while thinking about her? I’m ok with that. I just wished he did it while I was awake!

After she left, Master Chad inspected my still-red ass. He fucked me doggy style and was rough. I guess He just liked to hear me in pain while fucking me. That whole pain/pleasure thing always gives me an amazing orgasm, and Master Chad made sure I had plenty of pain and pleasure!

Before going home, my Boss reinserted the big plug. Doing so gave him a hard-on. So He needed to fuck me. The feeling of the big plug in my ass while His cock filled my pussy, while hitting my sore ass. I was enjoying the pain/ pleasure and working on an intense orgasm when He pulled out and quickly stuck His cock into my mouth to have me swallow his hot load. FUCK!! So Close!

He sent me home wanting more!

Its bedtime, and Master-Sir has yet to let me finish myself off. Making me wait. GRRrrr….

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