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Freaky Friday

September 5, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

if I can say anything about the extended holiday weekend, is that Friday was the day that set it all in motion and kept things getting better and better. or worse and worse, depending on how you look at it!

Master-Sir had informed me the night before that he and Miss Lisa had an early morning breakfast meeting with The Boss, so I need not worry about making breakfast.

That made for an unusual morning routine for me. I got up and headed down for my sheer and cleaning. Miss Lisa was already awake and going over some of her notes. As I approached her, Master-Sir came out from the office holding His coffee cup as well.

They both wished me a good morning then turned to get back to their work. Master-Sir informed me that I needed to get into the shower because They would be driving me to work today. Oh yes, The Pretty Brunnteet was sleeping in, so I need not worry about her.

Miss Lisa had asked about me cleaning her bedroom and Master-Sir told her “shower first”. She agreed. I headed into the garage to get my bathroom morning bathroom routine started.

Feeling the hot water hit my boobs, actually felt good. Having not been used for a couple of days, left me wanting and horny. Touching my nipples under the water made me smile and wanting for more. But I knew better and finished my shower and shaving.

As I dried myself off, Master-Sir came into the garage and startled me. He was holding His fresh cup of coffee, I could tell by the steam. He was silent as he stepped into me and pushed me to the floor smiling.

He took out His cock and told me to “Drink slave”, the code word for “I’m going to use you for my morning urinal”. I wrapped my lips tight around His cock as I felt the warm, tangy taste of His pee hit my throat as I started to swallow and get it over with.

As He finished up using me, He stopped and held my head, then started to fuck my mouth. He pushed me around so that my head was against the wall and His cock was all the way in my mouth as it got hard. I had no room to move, not that I wanted to.

He was in no mood to be gentle as He drank His coffee and punished my mouth with his rapid fucking until I felt Him stand a little taller and started to moan. My reward filling the back of my throat was worth the pain and agony. His cum tasted delicious and I was hoping for more.

As His cock went soft, He told me “that’s your breakfast, now get in to clean Miss Lisa’s room and then get dressed for work. She said she wanted you in green something or another” and He zipped His pants and walked away.

I was wet, my mouth was sore, my pussy was even wetter than before and I was abandoned, horny, and excited. .

Miss Lisa’s room, the guest bedroom was a mess, but I quickly got in there and cleaned it back to normal, and made her bed before heading upstairs to get dressed for work. Not before being stopped by Miss Lisa to refresh her coffee.

As I knelt to deliver her coffee, she ordered me to stand up and face the wall for inspection. As I leaned my outstretched arms against the wall, my feet shoulder-width apart, she started to reach around me and grabbed my boobs. Pulling on the nipples. “Keep them erect, slave” she ordered me. “Yes, Miss Lisa” i replied.

Then her fingers found my mound. She rubbed it trying to feel for razor stubble. There wasn’t any, I knew better than to leave any for her. Her fingers then entered my pussy. She complained that I was pretty wet for being first thing in the morning and that she had a solution for that. Then pulled her three fingers out of my pussy with a command to get dressed.

I headed up the stairs with her quickly following. She had already laid out a green and white print blouse with a dark green skirt. Matching green bra. I thanked her for letting me wear a bra.

She ordered me on all fours on the bed. I obeyed. Arms and legs spread wide as trained. My pussy, I know was dripping. I was trying not to cry. I knew she was wanting to humiliate me. She loved her newfound skill while I hated it and I loved it.

She stepped in front of me. She laughed as she saw how hard my nipples were. They were standing out like a bright light in the darkness!

With a big smile on her face, she opened her hand and showed me a large, emerald green jeweled butt plug. “This is going to hurt, but you like it that way, don’t you bitch slave?” All i could do was hang my head and agree with her.

She stepped behind me, I felt the cold metal enter my wet pussy. She commented she needed to hang on to it or it might get lost “up there”.

I then felt the tip touch the opening to my ass. She smiled, her one hand grabbed my hair down my back and she began to pull me back towards her as the other hand had a grip on the jeweled beast as I had no other choice but to let it rape my tight hole. Problem was that I was doing the raping as she pulled back hard on my hair. The pain from the action was felt all over my body as I screamed.

Once it was in, and my tears started to subside, she released my hair and asked “Now what?” She knew the routine. I was to thank her for the honor of being raped by her plug. The plug now fills me and will make it difficult for me to walk normally while I get dressed or when I walk into work.

Thankfully at work, the path from the parking to my office was empty. I felt relieved when I saw I was the only one there as it was earlier than normal. I put a towel I keep in my desk drawer, on my chair, and started to try to focus on my morning routines. It helped a little!

When my Boss/Dom arrived, I followed Him to His desk with a fresh cup of coffee, knelt beside His desk as I told Him of my morning and why I may be walking strangely.

He smiled and had me bend across His desk to lift my skirt to show Him the emerald green monster. His cock was now officially hard.

He handed me the keys to the storage supply room and smiled. I knew what was coming and hurriedly went back there to get ready for His arrival.

I was soon naked, pushed up against the wall as He ordered me to now pull it out to show Him. I did as ordered. it was just as painful coming out as it was going in.

He looked as I cleaned my juices off of it, then presented it to Him. He put it to the side as He shoved me over some boxes, dipped His cock into my still wet pussy. Then fucked me as rough as He could as quickly as He could. He knew and I knew the rest of the office staff was on their way.

As His final thrusts filled the last of His seed into my ass, he handed me the plug and told me to go get cleaned up and back to work. As my Boss/Dom, he said He needed me to be mobile today, so no plug until the end of the day.

I’m not sure what was worse, having the nasty plug be in me all day or to have it with me, knowing that it will be going back in soon and I know it will not be a gentle return. The tease, the humiliation was intolerable all day.

My Boss/Dom knew what i was doing and knew what He would be doing at the end of the day. Those thoughts kept Him hard most of the day. Lunch was spent in a blocked-out suite. He enjoying a sandwich and drink while I spent my time sucking His cock.

Finally, at the end of the day, after everyone else had left, He asked for some advice. He wasn’t sure how to do “this”. I had to be honest with Him and tell Him it would be best if He was rough. I explained how she put it and if He could possibly do it the same way. I wanted this torture over with and get on with my evening.

My Boss/Dom is a gentle man, but has been learning the art of being a sadistic Master. Not sure where He is learning it from, but He is a fast learner!

Knowing what He needed to do, He smiled and indicated he has a problem I will need to fix once He fucks my ass with the plug. His cock was stiff and almost busting out from His slacks!. Thankfully, he took pity on me, and once the plug had found its proper place and I stopped screaming into the cushion, He started to fuck my pussy.

My poor, neglected pussy was getting some attention. i was hoping with the plug back in my ass, that it helped make my pussy tighter. But I think he didn’t care. he was just fucking a wet hole for some much-needed relief.

Like Master-Sir this morning, once He pulled out, I quickly tuned to suck His cock clean and he just zipped up and told me he will see me in the morning. No “goodbye slave”, no thank you. Just a clean cock and He was gone. I was hurting.

In the parking area, Miss Lisa was waiting for me. As I got into the car, she said we needed to stop to pick up some dinner then head home quickly. They had a bad day and my Owner was wanting to beat my ass for some relief.

I never made it into the garage, Master-Sir was there waiting. I guess dinner could wait. After I was tied to the post, he fed me some scraps of their dinner then started to flog me with all he had. That was followed by some caning and some anal play with the plug. Then ended with His cock in my mouth for a warm night cap.

All of this was casually watch by both Miss Lisa and the pretty brunette who sat close by, enjoying their dinner and drinks.

Once Master-Sir had finished, he wrapped me in blankets and let me down into His arms where he curled Himself around me, kissed me as He told me that I was a good slave for taking it. I remember being in pain, but i was also smiling as I thanked Him and that’s all I remember until i woke up Saturday morning.

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Thursday with the Ladies

September 3, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

So I finished my Thursday morning cleaning of my Boss/Dom’ apartment. Pretty easy. It’s small and He had no deliveries this week. Returning home, I saw that Miss Lisa’s car was parked on the street. I don’t remember Master-Sir saying anything about her coming down.

I parked in the driveway, as usual, walked into the garage to remove my clothing, and entered the kitchen. There she was, at the kitchen bar drinking a cup of coffee. She smiled and welcomed me home, telling me that The Pretty Brunnette let her in. I had no clue to her being here as well. This is getting interesting.

I welcomed her and asked if she needed anything. She told me no. As I knelt at her side, she told me that she and the Pretty Brunnette were talking. She doesn’t remember how the subject came up, but The Pretty Brunette informed her that she should tell “the slave” to hand wash her delicates for her anytime she was here. As I always do for the Pretty Brunnette.

She said that the Pretty Brunette was bragging about how she brings all her undergarments here for me to clean. saving her the time and inconvenience of doing it herself. I smiled and told her it was my pleasure. That my Owner found it to be a wonderful ay to use me for her and that I would gladly do the same for her if she so desires.

She thanked me then laughed. She told me how The Pretty Brunette looked dino her bag and saw what she had for delicates and decided that “we” ladies needed to go shopping.

Soon the Pretty Brunntee returned. I unloaded her baggage and put them away in the Master bedroom. Miss Lisa asked why I didn’t do that for her and I said that she never asked! I never assume until I am told how she wants to be treated. “Wel, we need to change that” was her response as both giggled.

Then I was told to dress and be ready to take them shopping. She had the addresses and I would be in charge of driving them, handling the bags, and treating them to lunch at The Pretty Brunette’s favorite place. .

I never knew these shops we went to even existed. Very exclusive, and very small lingerie shops. I’m guessing they serve a lot of the “Girlfriend Experience” lades. You know, the glorified and more expensive hookers I see often at the resort.

But they had some really beautiful satin and lace items that Miss Lisa and The Pretty Brunnette tried on and ultimately bought. Along with the proper liquids used to clean them. I was given my own little demonstration and instruction on proper cleaning and maintenance to keep them beautiful.

The Pretty Brunette even introduced me to the shopkeepers as her “House slave” and they never batted an eye or gave me a funny look. i was properly talked to and included in the conversations. they never once made me feel different other than that the shopping was for the beautiful ladies and nothing was for me.

Even at lunch, I was included in the conversation as if I was on friendly terms with them and part of the female pack. I knew my place and my limitations. However, it felt nice and felt special to be “one of the girls”. Old memories from my corporate life snuck back into my memory. But I fought them off. Knowing I was not at their level. I was still their slave. And I was very happy to be there for them.

I knew it would please my Owner if they gave Him a positive report on how I behaved. I am there for them because of Him.

I need to stop here and do a little update. Recently, with the help of Miss Lisa, Master-Sir has decided to take my training up a notch. Keep me in slavery but be a more proper slave in how I present myself and how I perform my duties.

This has always been part of their closing discussion on a telephone/Skype business conversation I would often be privy to. She would ask Him something about owning a slave or how to train a slave. Usually referencing something she had read somewhere or seen in a movie or even on a kinky date she once had with some man she knew.

When we got to the house, Master-Sir was back in His home office and came to meet us at the door. I got naked in the garage and entered behind them with the shopping bags.

That’s when Miss Lisa stopped me and asked my Owner a question. She was curious as to why I get naked before entering the house? was there a specific reason for doing that? he said no. Just it easier for me to fold my clothes and use the bathroom before entering. Why did she ask?

Miss Lisa was curious to how I would behave if I had to remove my clothing each time with them or just her, watching me. The humiliation of the act of being watched, judged as I went from clothing like a normal person to have to get naked in front of a dressed person.

Master-Sir liked that idea. So I was sent back out to get dressed. Coming into the kitchen dressed, Miss Lisa moved a small table just inside the door, perfect for my clothes to be folded on.

Master-Sir, The Pretty Brunette, and Miss Lisa were all sitting at the kitchen nook, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for me to get undressed. I was suddenly numb. Not sure how to feel or if I felt anything as they watched. Being watched as I went from a dressed person to a nude slave.

The Pretty Brunette gave me the command to kneel. “Yes, Mistress,” I said with a very shaken voice. Thankfully because my legs were shaking too much. I always walked in naked and ready to serve. Now I was told to undress and to wait.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like hours. Finally, Master-Sir told me to get up and take the bags to the proper rooms, put them away and return to my corner. My corner? “Yes Master-Sir”. yes, my place of sanctuary. As strange as it sounds, I find peace and tranquility when I am told to stand with my nose to the corner. This time, the corner in the kitchen.

When I returned, they were still at the kitchen bar, going over some paperwork. The Pretty Brunnette pointed to the corner opposite them and the door. Close to the big window that overlooks the patio and the pool.

I was only allowed out of the corner when they needed a fresh drink or had a mess that I needed to clean up.

Finally, they ordered a pizza and I was finally let out of the corner to answer the door, take the pizza and give the delivery man, who was my young friend, a blowjob as part of the tip. again, I was not talked to other than told what to do them I did as told.

It felt good to take my young friend to the patio. To be alone with Him and to see Him smile as I sucked His cock and took His reward with pride. He told me He enjoyed it and hoped we could have another day together soon. He had a lot of things he needed to talk to be about. I kissed His feet before I walked Him to the door and thanked Him for the delivery. Miss Lisa gave Him a twenty-dollar bill as well.

They continued to talk and work as the night went on. enjoying an occasional break for a piece of pizza, a fresh drink or to watch the slave each the leftovers from her dish.

That night, I gave Miss Lisa a bath. Making sure she was well relaxed and satisfied. She had no sexual use for me. So after toweling her off, she released me for the night. Thanking me for my service.

The Pretty Brunette had no use for me, she had me do my nightly self-care and bathroom needs, then I talked to Master-Sir. He kissed me good night and made sure I was ok with everything. She thanked me for my service today, hoped that I enjoyed serving them, and look forward to doing it again soon. I assured her I did. Then I was sent to my room for the night.

It was a very full day and a wonderful night. I learned a lot and I really do look forward to what new lessons await me to please my Owner.

To say I fell asleep easily would be pretty accurate, I was tired, I was happy and I was well used.

I was Hers, Day 2

June 26, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Waking up with Miss Lisa in Master-Sir’s Bed, was a pleasant way to start this day. The fact that Master-Sir Himself actually woke me up with an early morning phone call to let me know He is missing His slave. As well, he was curious about how it is going. If I am being obedient and is she enjoying her time with me? Yes, She Is!

After breakfast, she decided to choose my outfit for work. before I was allowed to dress, she joked about how the men who did this got to fuck me. She can’t fuck me. So she sat on the edge of my bed, raised her skirt, and spread her legs. Smiling at me. I knew what she wanted and what I needed to do.

It was at that point, that my mind went somewhere it normally doesn’t go. except when I am worshiping The Pretty Brunettes Pussy. If I am required to lick Master’s cum from another pussy, I just do it to please Him and get on with life. but for The Pretty Burnette, I have fallen in love with her and “it”. I actually enjoy just being between her silky smooth legs and tasting that wetness of her folds as my tongue works its way to the sweet spot that makes her moan so pleasantly.

As Miss Lisa held my head and helped direct me into where she wanted my attention, i was in heaven. Her feminine aroma was like a shot of caffeine for me as I was there, losing track of time. It was when she was pushing my face deeper into her love nest that i realized that she had shaved her pussy this morning while in the shower. Something I did not realize until now. She was now bare, so ever soft and now so very wet.

I finally found her spot that made her scream to the rafters and let go of my head. Letting her legs fall to the bed and her body went limp. She then pushed me to the floor and told me to get to work. She will see me later when she comes into my office to talk with my Boss about some project He was wanting her to make a bid on. I forgot completely about that. I really didn’t want to get dressed and leave the house.

I made her cum as no woman had, according to her. Not that she had much other experience with women. She just knows this was “amazing”. but I was now on the edge and needing some attention myself, i knew was not going to be allowed. I was sent off to work as-is. Thankfully I have a towel on my seat in the car and was able to get cleaned up and dried off before heading into the office.

Not only did she come into the office later in the morning, but she also took my Boss out for lunch. Stopping at my desk long enough to tease me by offering to take me with them and have me drive them, and serve them. All in a vanilla setting, of course!! She is a tease!

While they were gone, i continued on my long list of things to do in the office and since I was alone, I also cleaned His desk top. Washed His coffee cup and sanitized His chair for Him.

Master-Sir and I had an ongoing chat for the entire day about what I was thinking, what I felt about last night and how much I was enjoying being under her care. even if she was not really demanding, she still had control of my leash so to say!

For Dinner, she took me out to our favorite family pub. The one my Young Friend’s family owns and he was there. Seeing Him in full manager mode is so dam sexy!. I know that He will make a great Dom to a lucky lady if he ever decides to go that way. I would love to be under His leash if ever the chance! He and His father who was there for a little time, stopped by our table to talk, catch up and meet the lady I was serving. Both of them made comments about the bright smile I apparently had every time I was talking about Her or being obedient to her command.

Miss Lisa even offered my services to them if they needed them. Either at the restaurant or back at the house later. The Father declined with a smile, but my Young Friend agreed. He wanted to stop by anyway and ask her a few business-related questions if she didn’t mind. He is still doing one business class for the summer and she could help Him. While there, I get to suck His cock. Everybody wins!

Later that night, my Young Friend did come over, they did talk and I got to suck His beautiful cock. Again, she asked if she could watch. This time she got down to my level to see how I performed and to touch me as well as (with permission) touch His cock. He was thrilled to have two older women working His cock. She was also asking Him questions about His age, His experience, and how it feels to have “this” at His disposal almost anytime He wants it? How is having a slave you can use anytime, helping or hurting His dating life.

In short, He enjoys having a female body he can use and know it won’t get damaged nor complain! There is no emotional attachment and He can just get that relief when things get stressful.; He also went on to explain how having a slave at His beck and call has helped Him understand the female mind. We talk often and I help Him navigate the world of young women and dating. Making Him a better man when dating a woman and knowing how to give her the proper attention a young female needs as they start to learn about life and each other.

It was almost sad to know the night was ending. I knew that in the morning, we would have a short time together, kind of wrap it all up then go our own ways. The time together gave me a better insight in how my blog has helped her travel down this path and she finally admitted she wants to find a worthy Master and still occasionally have that ability to play the Dom herself to a female sub.

She talked about how this time together, helped her understand some of the things I have written in my blog, as well as get the feeling of what it could be like on Top, even though, she definitely wants to be on the bottom with the right man. Watching me pleasure her and how she now understands my happiness obeying her commands, told her how much she wants to be there, on her knees, obeying her top!

She and I still talk or chat several times a day. Master-Sir said she is welcomed here any time and I will always be here to serve her needs, no matter what they are!

Yes, a busy life, but always learning new things about my own journey down his path!

I was Hers For Two Days

June 25, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Last week was not only a very busy week, but it was one where I also learned a little more about myself and how my life impacts others.

Master-Sir had been scheduled to go away for a couple of days about the same time His coworker and friend from Reno, Miss Lisa, had called and asked if she could spend some time with me when she visits. Master-Sir happily agreed she could and as it turned out His days gone would match Her days she needed to be here in Las Vegas.

Before leaving for work, I had changed the sheets on His bed and made sure all the things a beautiful woman would need were in the Master Bedroom and bathroom. Master-Sir informed me that I needed to be good while she was here because she also had the authority to punish me. if she needed to but could not, she could tell Him and He would double the punishment when He returned home.

Coming home from work, I found Miss Linda on the back patio by the pool. Wearing a very beautiful on piece bathgn suit that made it clear her boobs were full and her nipples were large.. She was talking to The Son who had stopped by to clean the pool. They were talking about business in Vegas and other topics when I entered naked. After seeing me and having me kneel at their feet, she realized from reading my blog, that I needed to thank Him for cleanign the pool with a BlowJob. beign the cockyass young man that He is and with a very firm hard cock poping from His bathing suit, He offered to let her watch and she happily agreed.

After watching me suck His cock and hold it in my ,mouth until soft, she commented in my efficiency and talent. Then they both got up and walked to the door. He thanked her for the talk, kissed me on the cheek, and left us alone. She smiled, hugged me as she pushed me to the floor. Wanting me to crawl behind her as we went into the kitchen.

She is a healthy eater and already had the refrigerator stocked with all the ingredient’s for some really delicious summer time salads and healthy drinks. She was telling how she liked her drinks. But she had never had anyone who was naked, to serve them to her, so this will be a learning experience. i assured her I would make her proud.

As she cut the lettuce and the tomatoes, she had me kneeling at her side as we talked about life, work and slavery. She would toss a scrap [iece into the air and watch as I picked it up from where it landed with my tongue and ate it.

After having me set the table for one, she enjoyed her dinner at the table and having me at her side. She had me spread my legs and tell her how wet i was. She had me occasionally pull her suit to the side, feel her pussy to tell her how she felt. I was not allowed to insert my fingers into her “yet”

Afterward, She went into the Livingroom to work on some papers and to watch a little TV, she had me eat my stuff from the dog bowl then join her. When I did, she had a towel on the couch and was laying on it, naked, with her legs spread far enough for me to lay between them and kiss her pussy. She said she never had a woman worship her. Yet she started to realize in this situation, was it a woman worshipping her pussy, or just a slave? Was there a difference?

The more she spread her legs and let me get between them, the more I could smell her excitement. We talked about that. being a slave as I am and being a woman as she is. When I needed to use the bathroom, she walked me outside and watched as I hunched on my feet and sprinkled my urine on the ground, in the dirt. She smiled and said that was “kinky as hell to watch”

After we both had some time in the pool, she was letting me be free to play and swim as i wanted to. Talking more about Master/slave life. It was a nice way to end the day.

From there it was bedtime. i was told I would sleep with her and she expected a shower to be running no later than 6am. Before going to sleep, she fucked me with my favorite dildo then had me lick her pussy to her satisfaction. I don’t think it was to a climax, but she was moaning and moving about when she pushed me away to finish herself off with the same toy.

I was still not sure and she refused to give me a straight answer. was she here to use me as Her slave? A Mistress with a slave. or was she here to discover her submissive side?

We did have a nice bedtime conversation on some of the issues we both had faced because of our body type. her sexual education was somewhat similar to mine. Having a male school friend “offer” to fuck her for the first time because nobody else would. Although her first time was pussy sex, she never got to experience ana sex until 21. oral sex was almost immediately after pussy sex and was, of course, the most requested thing from the boys while they played with your big boobs, pulling on your nipples.

She talked about the crying sessions after spending your days walking around and the only thing you saw were men and even women looking at your big boobs and “fat ass” and never saying anything to you, just giving you the nasty stare as they walked by. Humiliation was a daily battle that could take its toll on your mentality.

Finally she had me get her my medium butt plug, then get on my knees and have her insert it into my ass before telling me she will remove it in the morning. Then rolling over and falling asleep. Yes, she left me wet, wanting and my ass filled with a buttplug and she expected me to fall asleep?

The finny thing was that it was actually very easy to fall asleep with her next to me. I actually remember waking up at one point to find her hugging me, we were actually spooning.

Home Office Meeting

May 28, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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