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My Pain is NOT His concern

April 25, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Miss Evvy came home yesterday and the rhythm of the house seemed back to normal again. They were together, I was naked and I was serving them. Today we were out by the pool, i was serving Miss Evvy with drinks and giving her a foot massage while Master-Sir ran an errand. Miss Evvy asked to see the bruises from a beating/flogging Master-Sir gave me the night before she returned.

I positioned myself so she could more easily see my sore ass and the bright welts. She examined the bruises down my legs and the stripes down my back. Some were still very fresh and hurt when she touched them. Others were just my badges of honor.

Miss Evvy told me she has read my blog and seen the posts on my punishments and my floggings and thought that this looked like it was more of a punishment type of a flogging. i told it wasn’t. it was just Master-Sir being a bit more in the pain-producing mood than usual. I told her I get a lot of emails from people who think its abuse or not right. That i am being used, brainwashed or whatever. But in reality, it is me being what I want to be; an Owned slave without the rights of a free person.

Miss Evvy and I never had a conversation about this before. It was nice and I believe it opened both our eyes to how we each view the things we live with. She has seen Master-Sir beat me as a punishment. She has been there when he flogged me for a scene and she even paddled my ass a time or two for her pleasure. But for whatever reason, this was something that went beyond anything she has seen done to me before and wanted to know more about it.

There has been a few posts on Fetlife about “slaves” who got raped by their “Masters” because they had sex with the slave after the slave said No. She wanted to know what i thought about that and the times Master-Sir will chain me to the post or the cross and go beyond my comfort zone. Is that abuse? Have I been raped? Can I be raped since I have no safe word? I think i do have a safe word, but know if i use it, the Master/slave relationship is over and i don’t want that. Can He hurt me? Yes. Has he? Yes.. Has he harmed me? No. has He gone beyond my comfort zones? Yes. Has he gone beyond my safety zones? NO.

How do I know all this? because I trust Him beyond anything or anyone. He has shown to have my best interests at heart and is there to use me but not damage me. My welts are deep and painful. Yet my smile is large and bright. I served my Owner to His satisfaction and I am proud of that. not to mention I enjoyed most of what he did to me.

When you accept to be a no-limits slave and know he will not harm you, you know he is in charge and will do what he wants when He wants. Sometimes I like that, other times I hate that. But the good outweighs the bad and when the bad is bad, its still good in its own perverted, twisted way.

I pointed her to a few videos on Fetlife that shows a no-limit slave being whipped or paddled and asked her to listen to her cries. They are very different from a subbie having her butt beat. Its more deep, more primal. Because we know we are there until HE decides it’s over. Not when WE decide it needs to end. there is a deep level of trust in that. It will only stop when HE is happy and HE wants to stop. Your butt is HIS place to play and my grunts, cries and begging are just music to His ears. So the mind goes to a place no other person can explain. You just need to wait it out and take the pain. Knowing or hoping that your trust in the Master is well placed. That He is the man you can trust. if not, don’t play the no-limit slave and not be one.

No Way Out

When Master-Sir straps me to the pole or the bench, I know there is no way out. That my cries and the screams are for me alone, to get that energy out of the system. Not to try and convince Him to stop. To release the fluids and the mind stuff to endure and to enjoy His work. Master-Sir knows my body very well. So He will determine when I am coming down off the pole. He will decide when I have been used enough. So when you have that mindset, that there is no way out, the mind, or at least my mind, just goes somewhere deep inside and lets it all happen.

I can ride the wave of pains and pleasures. I will like some of it and i will hate the rest. I can curse, scream and beg, but still i know it means nothing to Him. When you have a choice or you have a say in the scene, your mind doesn’t drift too far from the pain and the pleasures because you know you can end it when you had enough. When you have rights and a say, you feel it differently than when you surrendered that to your Owner. ( I know, hate me for it, but its my opinions)

Please understand that it wasn’t always like that. the first few years He was gentle with me on the pole, the cross or the bench. He would ask if I was ok (He still does) Then slowly I asked for more and He gladly gave me more. We learned each others body and mind. This is not something you can do the first time you play or meet. This is after years of being together did we have that level of trust and honor.

Do I hate the fact that I have no say in when he stops? Yes. But that is part of my agreement to be His slave. His agreement to being my Master is to not let me top from the bottom and to know when is when.

She smiled and told me that she was glad I like that because she could never let anyone do that to her. I smiled, thanked her properly, and said that’s why I am just the slave. I am here to make sure he can love her and beat me. That she is a beautiful girlfriend and a wonderful lover. She chuckled at that and sent me in for a fresh drink.

They, Alone, Together

April 20, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir and Miss Evvy are alone, in San Diego, together. Alone, together without His trusty and loyal slave. Alone with each other while the slave is home, almost alone, and hurting from it all. But still loving the fact that they are alone together. Does that any make sense?

This is the first time they left me alone for more than one night. Miss Evvy is in San Diego on a job assignment and asked Master-Sir to fly out and spend the weekend with her, alone. He immediately ordered me to make the plane reservations ASAP. I made them and drove Him to the airport. Telling Him as I kissed Him goodbye, I hoped He has fun with her, alone. In my heart, I wished for nothing like that. I wanted to be with Him, alone, in San Diego.

He told me that He asked Jason to stop by and check on me occasionally. Master-Sir told Him that he could spend the night if he wanted to and even have a few friends over, that I would cook for them. I thanked him for that. To think about me and make sure i am ok while He is off with His girlfriend, having sex, having fun, and relaxing. Without me.

Jason did come over Friday night. I made Him His favorite lasagne with a bottle of wine. We ate out on the patio and chatted. He was the gentleman and gave me permission to sit on the furniture. i did for a while, but it did not feel right. I respect Jason as a growing Master and felt that was not right to be His equal. He accepted my reasoning but only after we had dinner.

He talked about His latest girlfriend of six months. How she is nice, pretty, smart but has some issues (she really has some issue, but that’s a later post) that make Him wonder. He was more interested in me. How i am doing with my Owner away with his girlfriend. The fact that I made the reservations and took Him to the airport.

As usual, i tried to explain the pain, but it’s a wonderful pain. A pain that cuts sharp and so deep it hurts me to the soul. But yet I am happy. He makes me happy and I love to see him happy. the fact that I want them to be happy together so bad that it hurts made Jason wonder what i was into!

Jason offered to fuck me once He learned that its been 4 months since my owner used my pussy. But I explained that He can do that to me anytime he wants. Jason has had permission to use all three of my holes for over a year now. I tried to explain that it’s just not the same when others fuck me that way. It’s not the same feelings, emotions or energy. Yes, other men have fucked me in the pussy since January, but it’s not the same.

The power and the submission, the hurt and the pleasure I get from not being fucked by HIM is a high by itself. The emotions that i feel when they (MAster-Sir and Miss Evvy) have vaginal sex and leave me to the clean up is another form of erotic humiliation i live for. What I want is the release I get when He takes control of me and uses my pussy for His pleasure is undeniably now the greatest feeling I could ever feel and I’m being denied that emotion, that feeling. Leaving me with a hurt that makes me want Him even more and makes me want to please Him more. if there was any way I could do that.

Jason left late that night as Master-Sir and I did a video chat. Miss Evvy was looking lovely as usual and thanked me for making His reservations and taking Him to the airport. To others, that may seem like a small sentence and has no real meaning, but seeing her smile and the way that she said it, i knew it was more. She likes that. To let me know She is the woman He wants to be with and I am just the slave. Yes, I am the slave, and its what I want. But to have the “Better Woman” remind you by having you do her bidding just adds to the pain of seeing them happy, alone, together in San Diego.

Such a Cute Couple

Saturday night call was even more erotic, humiliating and hurtful. After having Jason and some friends over and learning of His blowout with his now ex-girlfriend, i had another video chat with Master-Sir and Miss Evvy. That was after I saw her Facebook profile was filled with photos of the two of them out on the beach, at Sea World and doing all those things boyfriends and girlfriends do on vacation. Alone, without me.

Then to read all the comments from her friends telling her how lucky she was to have a man “like that” in her life. A real keeper that seems like they get along really well and have fun. They make such a “cute couple” – what they don’t know is that there is a slave back in Las Vegas, hurting and horny.

In the video chat, Master-Sir left Miss Evvy and myself alone to talk. She could not stop talking (on purpose) about the sex they had last night and how my Owner just really relaxed and let Himself be on vacation and fucked her silly. His great fucking was making her pussy raw and hurting. With that, she asked if i remember when the last time my owner fucked me? Yes, I did. New Year’s Eve. She smiled at me and faked a blond moment and said “Oh yea, that’s right. He really does likes fucking me more than he does you. well, have a good night and NO masturbating. ” with that, the call ended.

Yes, I cried myself to sleep. Thinking about them without me. having fun as a couple. A real couple. Me not having had sex with my Owner, my lover, for over four months and here she was having great sex with Him multiple times. She did comment about how awful it was to have such great sex and have to clean up the wet spots themselves. Another erotic humiliation moment. But at least I was remembered.

As I bathed in the morning, my first real bath in ages, i thought of them. As them. As a couple that I served and i found myself smiling. The pain was still there but it was being pushed away by the pleasant thoughts of them missing me as their slave. Their slave. As much as I wanted to be her and to be there. I also was glad they were there to be alone and be with each other and to miss me. I want to be their slave. I thought that was strange. I wanted to be THEIR slave.

Why is the pain of all this so powerful, yet so erotic and is always followed by a wave of warm, wonderful pleasure and happiness?

The Conversation

April 14, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Maybe I covered this, maybe I didn’t but I do know some of my friends have been wanting an update, so now I have one.

Miss Evvy’s brother I will call Mike, thinks his younger sister is dating a married man who’s wife she set him up with on a couple of dates. Mike is a really nice man with good looks and a charming personality. He is always the gentleman on the dates and from what I can tell is thinking that if he wines and dines me right, maybe he can have sex. In reality, I am a sure thing because His sister, Miss Evvy, has made it clear that I am to make sure he leaves happy.

We all know how well i like being wined and dined by a gentleman! (I don’t) This is really bothering me and so I asked Master-Sir for a way to resolve it. Either to please let Mike know I am a slave or for Miss Evvy to please stop setting up the dates. The fact that I am to play the role of a married, vanilla woman who has an open relationship with her husband is killing me. It’s not being honest and i am not a married vanilla woman. I never wanted to be one, ever!!

He has no idea that his sister is in a relationship with a Master who has a slave as a pet. A slave that his sister enjoys using as well at times. That’s the part she doesn’t want her brother to find out, that she came over to the dark side and enjoys kink in her sex.

So last night after work, i walked out to my car to see Mike waiting to talk to me. He was well dressed as always, polite, yet very firm on what he wanted. Why is it that His sister keeps flip-flopping on setting up dates with me? Why can’t he just call me up and ask for a date if I am in an open relationship? What’s the big deal? He sounded desperate in his questions.

I knew he was really upset and he had a valid point to be mad. So I gave Him a kiss on the cheek and asked him to wait while I make a call. I called my Owner and asked if I could or should just go ahead and tell him? He said to be gentle, but let Him know the facts. Maybe even take Him to dinner to have “The Talk”. Mike apparently heard the “Yes Sir” part and the “Thank you Sir” because he looked confused, thought maybe he misunderstood or that i was being sarcastic with my husband.

Mike wanted answers and he also wanted a date, so it was off to dinner for an interesting talk and maybe a few drinks help my nerves and his frustrations. Maybe even a chance to be used again for His sexual pleasures (and mine)

I told Him mystory. How I live Now. At first he thought the usual: I was being held against my will, being abused. Or that we were weirdos or i was being used as a whore and His sister was brought along for the ride. That my dates with him and the sex were part of the whoring out by my pimp husband. I assured Him that my Owner does not send me out on dates with just anyone and if it included sex, that means that He really does trust you and that you will treat his slave/property with great care. So He was in a very small and very privileged group of special people with that privilege and He should just enjoy it.

Then came the sister. Miss Evvy. I told Him how she came into our lives and made it so wonderful. How I was as much of a mystery to her in the beginning as I am to Him now. How she took her time to get to know me and learn that we were a real couple that really lived this way. I was His slave and it was ok for him to have her as His girlfriend. She learned that I really enjoyed being the slave to my Owner and making her happy made Him happy and that is what made me happy.

After that, he thought that we all three had major, kinky sex together and that we all slept in the same bed all the time. This is the same thing I get from other people when they first begin to read my blog or meet me on Fetlife. It’s not how we live. it’s not just about sex. it’s about power exchange, erotic humiliation, and enjoying the love we offer each other.

Making it very clear that his sister was trying to protect him. Trying not to hurt his feeling or have him think bad things about Miss Evvy. That is why the “dates” and the flip-flopping on when he could see me were so chaotic. She was afraid if he knew the truth that it would hurt their relationship. And she didn’t want that.

I explained that it was me having the issue. That I needed him to know the truth if I was supposed to continue cleaning the apartment. I normally clean naked and needed him to know the rules of having a fluffy naked woman running around where he was living. He needed to know I was there for a purpose. And I was there to be used for her and that meant Him.

As confused as I knew he was, he was also interested and excited as I put my hands on his legs several times to comfort him and to feel his growing erection.

He wanted examples. So I told him that he could have ordered my meal for me. I would eat what he wanted me to eat. Even if he said I could not eat anything. i would have obeyed. Want me to wait in the car while he came in here to eat? I would not have liked it, but I would have obeyed. Same with the drinks. Want me to have just water? tell me. Want me naked when we are alone? Tell me and I will strip for you. Want me to drive? I will. If you want to have sex with me, tell me when and how. You have all three of my holes. For most men, it’s just a blow job. But Miss Evvy said you have permission to use all three (anal with condom).

He perked up and smiled. He asked about me taking off my bra? He wanted it off. I asked to be excused for the bathroom. He smiled and agreed. I went into the bathroom, removed my bra, and I returned to the table. Handing it to him as he was on the phone with Miss Evvy and telling her he was shocked at the news but enjoying it very much thank you, sister!

After they hung up and I sat down to enjoy the food as it was delivered; I asked for his response to it all? “I think you are one fucked up chick, but Dam.. that’s so hot.”

Yes, we skipped the drinks and the schmoozing. He took me straight back to His apartment, ordered me naked, and fucked me fast and hard. harder than he did before. I loved the feeling and the fact that he now knew the truth and I can return to me being me around him.

Having Him fuck my pussy felt nice, but not great. That’s normal now. I like it, but its not my favorite. Its been almost 4 months since my Owner used that hole and I miss THAT feeling of being fucked. I want, desire and crave the feel of Him using me in there. I know that I am pleasing the man who is using me, but it’s because I want them to tell my owner they enjoyed me and that I served them well, that is all. Thats my duty.

Mike enjoyed using me and I enjoyed pleasing Him. He is a nice man and one I hope will be in our lives a long time. He deserves to know the truth and it helps us be better friends and maybe even help him understand why his sister is in such a happy mood these days!

And yes,I can now be the naked house maid!

Thank you for the questions and your thoughts are always welcomed

It’s a Trust Thing

March 15, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

This thing we do, being an absolute no limits slave to my Owner is all about trust. And trust is not easy, or maybe I should say it’s not easy to get to this level of obedience without having the same level of trust. The alternative to this, when a slave is at this level of obedience without the trust, is abuse, the one thing many people try to accuse my Owner of being. To them, He has abused me in order to get me to perform “like this”. But they are so wrong.

In January, my Boss/Dom, a man I have come to love, honor, and trust almost as much as my Owner, violated that trust by not being there when His wife interrogated me. By not giving my Owner or myself any real notice or ask if it were ok that His wife do that. By just not being there, by not doing any follow up with me or protecting me from any harm, He violated that trust. So He lost all privileges to me or my slave services.

Read: She Asked, I Answered

I now only see Him at work and interact with Him there is strictly professional except the occasional BlowJob. That helps me as much as it helps Him. I feel submissive and He feels relaxed and boss-like. It was an agreement I asked for and they both approved it. Master-Sir said He may request that I move to another department or another resort if things start to change. So far, all is good. It’s my hope they can work it out and that my Boss/Dom can find a way to get my trust back.

This brings me to another point that Master-Sir and I have recently discussed a lot, talked about, and worked around. Miss Evvy’s brother is staying at her apartment now while she travels and stays here. I clean her apartment on a regular basis because she still has a lot of clothing along with her personal things are there. I want to be that domestic goddess slave that I enjoyed being with my Boss/Dom/.

The problem is that I like to be topless or naked when I’m cleaning. I want to be the slave around the brother or at least let Him know what I truly am. He is also wanting to go out on “dates” with me. Still thinking I am just a wife who likes to have extramarital affairs along with my husband. This is bothering me. I don’t want to be “the wife” because I am not “the wife.”

Miss Evvy doesn’t want her brother to know she is dating a kinky guy and that doing so, she may have also has discovered her kinky side.

Miss Evvy wants her apartment cleaned. Her brother likes coming home to a clean apartment. My Owner wants me to clean the apartment but does not want me to be known as the slutty wife that I am not.

This is not a topic for Miss Evvy and myself to discuss, although she has asked me about it and i have answered on how I feel. But I know and she understands that it’s my Owner who will make the final call and that I trust Him in deciding.

Will Miss Evvy reveal her kinky side to her brother in order to keep her apartment clean and orderly?
Will my Owner make me play the role of the fluffy, sex craved wife and be unhappy but obedient while doing it?

What would you do??

Post V-Day Reflections

February 26, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Did you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day? My Valentine was not what I expected, or maybe it was and I just never let it be known. I was not even sure how to handle whatever was to come of the day. The single flower and card for the slave while Miss Evvy, His lover, got a full dozen of freshly picked roses. I saw the pictures and I saw her smile. She looked so much in love and happy.

I was depressed for a while until i realized that I was making myself depressed because isn’t that what I was supposed to feel? But it wasn’t me, it didn’t feel right. That emotion at that time did not feel like I should be. . I really wasn’t depressed. My Owner is happy, I am too. She deserved them and she deserved Him. The slave is not there to be pleased. I was the slave and I am the slave.

Read: He Wanted her and I am Ok with That

When i am denied the things I think I should have, like His cock or His total attention and love, I feel empowered and want to do more to prove to myself to be worthy of His attention. Any attention. I have always been like that. When I would serve the people I most respected in my life, when they realized I was there for them and not for any other reason, and they became somewhat dependent on my services or they came to expect them from me, they ignored me personally but thanked and still appreciated my services. I enjoyed that anonymity in a way that is difficult to explain. I was there to serve, to be in the background, and I felt well used by them knowing I was there. Nothing more.

So here I am now, with my own Master to serve, to please and to make sure His life is without Drama or worry. That is my job and my life, the job I have been training for my entire life. being appreciated than discarded like I was after His phone call and sex talk with Miss Evvy. It left me somewhat humiliated, wanting to be her yet I was wet from the use and being discarded after being used for her. I was happy deep inside.

Making Sense?

I’ve been asked several times about that. How I got to this point. The point of accepting another woman into His life and mine? To be honest, Miss Evvy coming into our lives, into my life was so very different than any other that came before her. She is different than any other lady Master-Sir brought into our lives. So my learning to accept her was different and so much easier.

When Master-Sir came home with her juices on His cock and forcing me to suck Him clean, startled me because I had no clue He was courting another lady. I was given no information other than “Here is the pussy you will be cleaning soon.” She had no name yet, but here I was being told she will be His new lover, sex toy, and more important is that she was the lady I will be servicing because He told me to.

R ead: Meeting Miss Evvy

I have never liked other women in that way. It is not in me or in my upbringing to love a woman in a sexual manner. So I don’t. Cleaning Miss Evvy or making sure she is sexually satisfied is being done because I am a slave and my Owner expects me to be pleasing to her and to be of service to her. I enjoy the act of serving, not the act of sexually pleasing another woman.

After Miss Evvy came home after Valentines Day, I was actually very pleased to see her. It was over 2 weeks that she was away and she was anxious to see my Owner as much as I was anxious to see them together and to serve them. Another new feeling, a new point in my relationship with my Owner’s lovers and maybe my Owner himself.

I am a loved slave. Nothing more and I want nothing more.

He Wanted Her. And I’m Ok with that

February 16, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Valentines Day. The one simple day in the year where my Owner would treat me as His wife or His girlfriend with the traditional bouquet of beautiful flowers, a tear-jerking romantic card, and a nice dinner out.

The words of love would flow, as well as the wine and conversation, followed by a nice night of romantic sex. I was ok with it because this is what Men are supposed to do with the ones they love on this day. I liked it all to a point.

This year, I knew it would be different because of Miss Evvy. She had Master-Sir’s heart on a leash just as much as He had hers. When it looked like she would not be here for that day, they started to talk about it and ways to make it special. He could fly to her. She could fly back here. But in the end, they figured it was too much effort and disturbance to make it happen. They would just let it happen.

Friday came without much of anything being said about His plans, our plans for the day—just the morning blowjob, breakfast, and off to work. About halfway through my day, Master-Sir surprises me with a text. A reservation number He wanted me to check. It turns out master-Sir’s former sex buddy, Diane, is in town. This is the girl who, on our first date, warned me that He was looking for a REAL slave. That if I was playing games, to leave now or be real and enjoy the ride. I really don’t think she ever thought our ride would last ten years!

She was in town with her boyfriend, and they wanted to meet up for dinner, drinks, and whatever. So, at least I knew it was going to be a busy, fun-filled weekend, and I would be able to show off my obedience and love to my Owner to one of His best female buddies, the one lady I credit for our getting together and staying together.

That night, we all went out for dinner, and they talked. We had not seen her in several years, and her new boyfriend seemed like a nice guy, a keeper who seemed to make her happy. However, he was still having issues with a man having a very devout and loving full-time slave plus a girlfriend. Diane loved teasing her boyfriend by making points about what I do and what my Owner does or doesn’t do to me.

They all agreed that I would make them dinner on Saturday night, Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriend asked my Owner what he did about that day. Since he has a girlfriend and a slave, two women on the most romantic night of the year? Master-Sir assured Him He took care of it like a good boyfriend should.

Since they would not be in the same town on that special day, he sent her a large dozen roses and a beautiful card. They will talk on Saturday night after she gets them. So what about his slave? What does he do for her on that day? My Owner has a pretty stock answer for that. His slave will know that she is loved and cared for. That is all he said or would say about the matter.

Loving Master and His slave

Saturday, I was a nervous wreck. I love Diane as much as I can. She was always my go-to when I had a question or a problem about my Owner when we lived in Phoenix. So now she was coming to his house, and I wanted to make sure that she saw how proud my Owner was of His slave. I wanted to show her that I was worthy of being His slave. I wanted to make her happy.

I will write more about the dinner later. I need to get to the call between Miss Evvy and my Owner

Having Diane and her boyfriend here was a great help in keeping me focused. I didn’t think about Valentine’s Day and what it would mean for Master-Sir and Miss Evvy, but I knew that moment would come.

The day started with Master-Sir giving me a nice single rose and a romantic card followed by a very wet kiss. That is all. A flower. A single red rose that had a sparkle to its coloring. It left me sad, confused and a bit happy at the same time. i was confused inside and out.

I always told my Owner not to make a big deal out of it. It’s just a manufactured holiday. All a girl, a slave, needs to know is that He loves me and will care for me. That I am His. That’s all. That is something He makes sure I know every single day otherwise. So why am i feeling betrayed on this one silly day??

Knowing Miss Evvy is getting that big bouquet of roses I would normally receive. I should not be mad, upset or jealous. It’s what I always asked for. Nothing special to be made of His love for me. All I ever get Him is a silly card and a kiss. He never said anything.

I was able to put it to rest, thanked my owner and went about my day preparing for our guests. That nervousness replaced any feelings I had about the flowers. I wanted to make sure Diane knew I was the slave her best friend always imagined. I wanted her to be happy for Him.

After serving them dinner, I kneeled at my owner’s side and was hand-fed by Him. After some drinks out by the pool (it was a warm, beautiful February day for Las Vegas!) Master-Sir excused himself to make a phone call. He grabbed my hair and made me follow Him to the Master bedroom.

Master-Sir dialed His phone, and she answered. Since she has started to travel more, their phone calls have gotten more erotic in tone and wording. Master-Sir has become very proficient in sex talk! He asked about the flowers and the cards, she asked about me, he answered “Oh, I got her a flower and a card. She’s fine”. Nothing more was said about me.

As they talked like two teenagers on a phone date, Master-Sir unbuckled His pants and stepped out of them, pointing to me to pick them up and hang them properly.

As He settled on the bed for what I assumed would be a sweetheart’s talk, He started to stroke His cock. Getting it hard. Then He stopped, looked at me and told Miss Evvy that since she can’t be here for Valentine’s Night of sex if she minds if He used His slave’s mouth place of her “tight, wet pussy?”

Apparently, she said yes because he held the phone away and looked down at me, telling me to point blank that my mouth was going to be used as Her beautiful pussy and to make it real. This was not to be my usual blowjob, and it’s because she is not here. I am being used for their enjoyment, not mine. Erotic Humiliation and sex talk? Yes.

I guess after the flower and the card, His words told me I was going to be HER pussy for a few minutes, and this was between them and not me; I should be angry, upset, or maybe even jealous. But I wasn’t. I was, in a way, happy for Him that I could be there and be her. Suppose that’s what it takes to make Him happy. That is my purpose—his slave.

He pushed my head down on His cock, and they began this long, slow, and steamy conversation about touching and exploring each other’s body that started to work towards her smooth mound and “oh so tight” pussy that was wet with anticipation. it was like I was hearing an erotic novel being played out as His firm hand held my head in place while He moved His hard cock up and down in my throat. I was not to do anything but be there for the climax. To be her for His cumdump.

Since they began this relationship and Miss Evvy became comfortable with me being their clean-up doll and sex servant, they both have become very vocal in their sexcapades. But this was new to me. Hearing Master-Sir talk to her like a porn novel coming to life while breathing heavily and forcing His cock deeper into my throat.

Finally, I felt the impending ejaculation. I still was not allowed to do anything as He held my head tightly as I swallowed and licked what I could. Trying to get a full breath of air. My fingers found my spot, and I was wet. I mean soaking wet.

My own body again was not reacting like I thought it would or should. Thinking back I can now see why I was so wet and wanting. The erotic humiliation, the verbal abuse, the sex talk between them, with me being used as a long-distance pussy?

As it all ended and He came down from His romantic high, my Owner’s voice returning to normal and their talk becoming like friends, He released the grip on my head and pointed to the closet. I was still shaking from it all but responded properly by training. I got up and finished swallowing His large load and what may have slipped on my chin. I fetched my Owner’s pants and helped Him dress as he ended the call.

He breathed a heavy breath, smiled at me, gave me a kiss, and told me I could masturbate before returning downstairs. He left without saying another word or seeing if I did, in fact, masturbate. for the record, I did ..

Then I wanted to cry. Not sure why. it wasn’t a painful type of cry I wanted. I just wanted to release some energy, some pent-up feelings. My masturbation session was wonderful, hard, and exciting. I got out the wand and my favorite attachment, then worked it into myself with a furry as I recalled their phone call, wanting it to be me He was exploring, His hands were feeling me up, and it was me. His cock had entered and filled. But it wasn’t, I kept seeing Miss Evvy as I worked the machine in me. it was just this piece of plastic humming and working itself deeper into my pussy, making me want to come with a vengeance while still thinking about her pleasing Him. And I did.

I never did really cry. I just finished up, relaxed for a minute then headed for my bathroom to make sure i looked presentable to return to our guests. Smiling because my masturbation was Her. Not me. I was using myself as Her sex toy.

At the night’s end, I was allowed to sleep with Master Sir. We kissed, we cuddled, we said our love to each other and meant them all. Master-Sir asked if I was happy with the day. I explained about the card and the flower. We talked about that and what it all meant and what each of us was thinking.

Ultimately, I was happy that He got His day of love with His friends and His girlfriend. I got my day to be of dedicated service to Him. We got what we both wanted. It is indeed a new life we are exploring..

Strange what we learn to love and appreciate. For a slave, it’s never about her. In the end, it’s about making your Owner happy. And I did. So I am happy.

Miss Evvy Turns Another Page

February 8, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

Sorry, it’s going to be a long one, but what happened last night just shook me to the core and got me excited, nervous and happy all at the same time… Hope it all makes sense. If not, just ask in the comments and I will try to answer!

She and Master-Sir decided to go out on a date night. She has been working a lot and flying in and out of town, not really having much time for Master-Sir and for me to keep up with her needs and all that. So they decided one night out, a nice dinner, maybe a movie or a show. Leave the slave at home.

For one strange night, i was left at home with nothing to do. seriously. Everything I needed to do or could do was done. i was on my own for entertainment. (Thank You FetLife and my dear loved ones there).

Oh, Miss Evvy surprised me as she and Master-Sir were about to leave. She had a new butt plug for me. Something she has never done before. Master-Sir told me to obey as she waited for me to get some lube and have her insert it into my ass. As she was pushing it in, telling me not to remove until I am told to. For any emergency where I needed to take it out before, i was to text her and ask permission. A new, bold step in our growing relationship.

Master-Sir gave me a kiss and they were off.

I never heard a word or a text from them for several hours. then I got the text that they were just around the corner. They came into the house arm in arm, giggling like two school kids who just had their first kiss behind the playground! I greeted them naked and kneeling near the front door. They petted me, said hello and she ordered “Bitch-slave, two glasses of wine out on the patio. NOW” as they walked by me. the patio is next to the pool.

Once the shock wore off, quickly got up, opened the wine and properly delivered them two glasses of wine. Miss Evvy was already topless and they were still smiling and holding each other, looking all in love and a little intoxicated. I was curious, jealous as hell and getting excited at what may soon happen here with us.

I was ordered to kneel in front of both of them as they talked about their night and some of what they talked about. They talked about my recent problems with my Boss/Dom and His wife and all that. But she went straight to the point. She was about to leave town again on an extended trip. She realized all this talk and flirting made my Owner horny while this is the week of her period. meaning she was not wanting sex. So she looked at me and went on a lecture.

She was wanting a night of just relaxing with her lover. But he needed to get rid of that hard-on, so she wanted me to know that “You Owner will fuck you in the ass. Lube or not, I don’t care and I guess it really doesn’t matter since your a slave and he is your Owner. He can fuck you any way He wants”

She loves to remind me that SHE is His lover and all I am is a slave to serve. Pain or no pain. Just no pleasure for the slave.

She went on: “I am going in to see if I can find a Big Bang episode to watch while he uses you. I just want to make sure you know that He is fucking you for no other reason than to get his rocks off. No lovey dovery shit. Just going to fuck the slave, cum and find me to relax the rest of the night. that is all.”

This direct, no-frills, ultra humiliation lecture was kind of new for her and I think it was more the alcohol talking than Her, but i was loving the degrading.

” After He is done with you and you have properly cleaned your Owner up with your mouth, I want you to come to me and thank me for the honor. After that, I have some things I need for you to do before we go to bed. Understand?”

I could not get the “Yes Miss Evvy” out fast enough and not even sure I said it properly as she got up, kissed my Owner and walked into the house. My owner smiled and pointed to where he wanted His slave as he started to get undressed. Master-Sir was saying something to me, but I was not understanding, i was getting myself ready and wanting His cock wherever he wanted it.

I did hear Him ask me if I enjoyed being talked to like that by her? I told Him it was new, but yes, it turned me on. i felt embarrassed yet excited being told by His girlfriend on how I was to be used and how she wanted me to thank her for it. As I answered, i felt His large cock dip into my pussy. I knew I was wet. But that did not last as He told me to open my ass up as He pulled out from one hole and aimed for the tighter one. Knowing it was going to hurt, i tried to relax, but knowing the pain was coming made me tighten up more. He knows this and loves that I do this to myself. Master-Sir likes to just push, lean in and shove His cock into my tightened ass with one strong push. Causing me some pain and I let out a loud yelp. He laughed, hoping Miss Evvy heard that. Now my pain was to become her pleasure?? Hmm… ”

He just went to fucking my sore hole without stopping. He fucked His slave hard and painful. Telling me that this was for Him and not for me. To enjoy the pain. As soon as He had unloaded inside me, he pulled out. No wait. No relax. He just pulled it ut and pulled my hair around so my mouth was now on His wet and dirty cock I needed to lick and suck clean quickly because he wanted to get back to her. Yes, verbal humiliation a I did my best to make Him presentable. Then ordering me into the house to finish what She told me to do. I was sent away without much more than a pointed finger and the feel of His cum running down my leg.

My mind was whirling with emotions, feelings and thoughts of what awaits me in the living room. Where is all this headed?? What if I leak onto the floor? She saw me crawling to her side as she turned the TV off. I kissed her feet and thanked her for letting me be used for her pleasures. She smiled, laughed, and told me I was a good girl. I’m still not sure I like to hear that from her. But too much was happening for me to think about it.

She told me what I needed to do before bed. Clean up my mess on the floor. clean up the wine glasses, their clothes on the floor out by the pool. Stuff I already knew I was to do. But she wanted to tell me to do it all. Then I was to do my bathroom duties. When done, I was to kneel at the doorway to my owner’s bedroom, i was not allowed to enter it tonight. I was to wait outside the door and tell her I was ready for bed.

Master-Sir was at the door, listening. he smiled, told me to obey, kissed me on the lips and took her hand to walk up to the master bedroom. Every time i say I was never more confused, it seems I really wasn’t. The next event would be more confusing to me than the last. This was one of those moments.

My owner just let His girlfriend dictate what SHE wanted HIS slave to do and He was ok with that. He kissed me good night while He took Her hand to walk up to the bedroom, leaving me alone with chores she said I needed to do and a still burning ass from the rough fuck a few minutes ago. Yet the glow on my backside and the glow in my cheeks were probably the same. I was happy, hurt, excited and jealous. But I also had my orders i needed to finish before they went to sleep. The longer I kept them up, the more a punishment was sure to follow.

Moving quickly to clean up then off to my bathroom for a last chance to pee and brush my teeth. I was soon kneeling at the entryway to their bedroom. I could see their shadows on the bed as I softly let them know i was there, that I was ready for bed. All I heard was Miss Evvy telling me to get to my room, she would be there in a minute. She then told my Owner she would be right back. he told her to hurry up. But said nothing to me. I was ignored by my Owner as I was being commanded by His girlfriend.

Normally i am just sent off to my bedroom so they can have some privacy. or on those rare occasions master-Sir is in a mood, he will lock me in my bedroom and tell me to sleep quietly until morning when he will unlock the door. Never had I had her do any of that. She normally will ask Master-Sir to “Please do something with your slave” She enjoys ignoring me and talking to me thru my owner.

She ordered me into my bed, telling me that she will wake me in the morning in time to serve my Owner and fix them breakfast. Until then, she doesn’t want to hear a peep out of me. Ok? I responded with my usual “Yes Miss Evvy” . She gave a kiss on my forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door as I heard the lock click as my lights went out.

I went to bed too excited or nervous to sleep. the evolution of Miss Evvy took another turn. 4 months ago, she was wondering how a full grown, married woman could let Her husband date another woman and how I could be this horrible slave. Now she was trying her hand at being the commanding one, telling the wife what to do and how her husband was using her ass just for sexual relief and not for my enjoyment. Her ability to sexually humiliate me and see that I am kept as the slave, not as a woman, like I am.. is growing.

I found myself masturbating to the new events and what she may be wanting to try next while I yet not sure if I want this to continue to grow and change the dynamics of my Master/slave relationship. Those fears are coming back. But for last night, in the darkness, I found my fingers enjoying the feel of my pleasure as I thought about the adventures to come and of what just happened in the last 90 minutes.

As promised and without a minute to spare before my bladder burst, i heard the lock click and the door open. Miss Evvy opened the door smiling, telling me good morning. Hope i slept well alone. because she sure had a wonderful sleep with a handsome man to curl up to and a big cock that now needs some oral servicing by His slave. So I better hurry with my morning rituals because she can’t wait to see what I am making them for breakfast.

I responded with my new familiar “Yes Miss Evvy” as she allowed me to run to the bathroom to start my day of serving them.

Miss Evvy is growing and loving the new her. I think i can grow to love the new her

I am a lucky slave…

Back to Normal??

January 11, 2015 / slave / 0 Comments

So the new year started out pretty good I thought. Master-Sir’s favorite Uncle was here while Miss Evvy was away. That change added to the excitement. we all had fun, I served, they enjoyed.

When she returned, the Uncle went away and I suddenly got sick. I mean the deep chills, the sweats, and the coughing that would just not stop. So much so that I was not allowed to properly serve Miss Evvy or my Owner the night she came back to town. They put me to bed and locked me in my room.

Later, the Doc said it was something nasty going around,. The flu, only worse. Cured only with serious Bed rest, antibiotics, etc. In other words, the slave was out of order for awhile.

It’s been an amazing week being homebound, bed rest and no Internet. or not much time or even having the feeling to go online. So I missed everyone but being disconnected also helped.

With me not able to serve, He had others serve me, yuck. I have never liked being served, i always want to be the one serving them. Especially Master-Sir. He needed a slave. Always needs a slave!

me being sick brought people to visit. That was something I was not expecting. Master-Sir made it known that after the first couple of days I was home alone and in need of rest in the morning, but was going bat crazy in the afternoon and maybe needed some company. That invite came with a notice. i was off-limits to serving but could use some cheering up. Even Master’s best friend Fred stopped by during the day. Not wanting sex or any other services. He just came to bring me over some of His wife’s homemade chicken soup and he kept me company. To talk, as I cough and eat every last licking drop of that wonderful soup!

On the night’s Miss Evvy was here, i could hear them having fun, then having sex. But I wasn’t there to help to prepare or to clean up, I wanted to but Master-Sir forbids me to leave my room. I felt sad, lonely, and forgotten. I know I wasn’t but not being there made me have those bad feelings.

Jason stopped by as well as others from work and who i have served in the past. Nice to see friends, felt weird not serving them or being naked or kneeling. Just stay in bed and let them come to me with food, gifts and lots of talk!

Now, today is first day I’m wide awake, up and out of bed!

Master-Sir rewarded me with a messy house to clean and a cock that had Miss Evvy’s aroma on it needing to be sucked and I loved it all!! I loved being back to myself, being able to serve, being able to be used and to restart my New Year right!

Thank you All who called, text-ed, emailed and stopped over. I love you All!! And GO PACKERS!!!!

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