Tag: secret admirer

Once again, I find that another piece of the puzzle I call my life went missing when Master-Sir killed off my last blog. So in my last post, I made mention of my secret admirer coming back to work and reconnecting with me. Many of you proabably dont know who I was talking about.

She Found Me

Before I changed departments, my former Boss knew my secret and even had access to use me when He needed for both private secretary work and as His sex slave,. His cum bucket in the office.

There was a lady in her thirties, not overweight, but had the extra weight many women get from life, two kids… She would need to deliver documents and other materials to my office. When she did, she woudl always find a reason to pass bymy desk and say hello, smile then leave. or she would come in, see the meeeting room, look into the windows and smile.

For me, i never put the looks, her smiles or the views into the meeting room or my Boss’s office together. I occasionally would notice the way she always gave me and my Boss a certain look, then smile as she walked out the door. Just never pieced it to my blog.

One day, after i made a post about being used in the meeting room by my Boss for a blowjob then paddling for messing up a document. The following morning she came in the office, looked at the meeting room, looked at me then sat down at my desk and confessed. She read my blog. She was forward and never said anything that said what I was or the blog, but she waited for my reaction to her words “my blog”

After a few poor attempts to convince her I had no idea what she meant, I gave up and smiled at her. She wanted to thank me for saving her marriage. She loved her husband, but she needed more. She needed to be controlled more. He liked the bedroom stuff, but she wanted it all. The slave, to be His everywhere and anywhere.

She found my blog and over time, she realized that maybe she knows who I was. That we actually work together. A few of the bell staff know who I am and one or two others know who I am. She even asked one of them about a woman who works here and is in “Kink”. they smiled and played dumb. But finally, she narrowed it down to me.

She was the one who told me that she was my secret admirer!

Friends, Not Friends

We occasionally talk. We didn’t associate much at work, but she would stop in and talk for a few minutes when she could and I would do the same if I was in her part of the resort. We never said anything about it over the company network, email, or such. We also shared some text messaging.

we will pass each other in the halls or wherever and she will just make a quick comment about my latest post or throw me a question that sounds vanilla but I know its not and I will answer back in the same and we will just go our sperate ways..

She, like others, wasn’t seeking a friendship, “Hey let’s go out for coffee”. She was just needing the little push in the right directions, some careful words of wisdom and motivation. She was just wanting some personal help in them becoming more Master/slave. Having that direct source to answer quick questions and add my own thoughts to her commentary when I could.

In Las Vegas, its not easy to find, make and keep friendships. People move in, people move out (often). They change careers and the Vegas lifestyle makes living and difficult for some people and their support network. So there was nobody she could really turn to in person for her questions. I got iy! So for her, I guess I was it.

Her eldest child was about to leave the nest, the other child was a teenager who spent some of His time with His dad, not her current husband. So they would make the time when they could to live it in the entire house and she loved those moments. He, she told me, was starting to let go of some of His feminist teachings. Or as I like to say “feminist beatings” he had growing up. Letting His manhood take over for at least a day or two.

Then the virus hit, the lockdown hit and she became unemployed. They had to move in with family and so they put the M/s stuff on hold until later. I tried my best, i thought, to let them know it can be “there”. You can be the obedient wife and Him the loving, yet firm Husband. No chains, whips or such. But you can still have that in your relationship.

I would try occasionally to see if they were working it back into their lives and she always had feared the worse. So they kept it low key and she became miserable. Then she fell silent on social media as well as phone calls. I held out hope for her. But respected her silence.

Now I know she is back here, she is smiling and she is wearing a choker with a tag that just reads “His”. She told me this week that nipple rings are on the plan for later this month.

I like to help where i can when i can. I know that everybody walks a different path and we all have different demons we need to sly to become who we want to become. So I understand her reasons for going silent. her needing to stay sane in her own way when your world is out of control. So i am happy to see she is back and she is still going down her road.

So when i mention secret admirer, this is who i am talking about.

And when I state that she is my Secret Admirer, I often wonder, when others walk by me and smile, I wonder if they smile out of courtesy or they smile at me because “They Know?”

This was not a great way to start this week!

Master-Sir woke up earlier than normal, grabbing my hair and waking me up as he shoved my mouth onto His cock, telling me to “drink” as he released his morning stream into my not so waiting mouth.

This meant that I spilled some and that resulted in a spanking and me changing the sheets even before I got to start my morning routine. To add to my misery, Master-Sir really had a full bladder and that didnt help my situation!

By the time He had finished using me and realized the sheets were wet, not soaked, but just wet. He wasn’t mad, He was more upset as He ordered me into my room to fetch the wooden paddle. I tried to apologize and explain, but He silenced me.

As much as I hated having to get the paddle, knowing what He was going to use it for, I do need to remind myself why I love Him. One issue I grumble about most often is in my past when Master’s let me slide with things. Finding an excuse for my disobedience or inability to properly to do a simple job. Master-Sir rarly gives me a pass on soemthign when I srew up regardless of the reason.

I want to be held accountable and I want Him to be the Master, no matter the reason. This is that time when I was not happy with the reason but needed to accept the punishment!

I was bent over the bed. Master-Sir making sure my nose was in my not so wonderful wet spot. So I knew why I was being punished. Ten heavy swats, each properly counted out loud with the proper apology. Afterward, I kissed His feet as He sent me to put it back in my room. I was told I was not allowed to talk unless it was necessary for the rest of the morning.

As He wanted to start His day right now, I was ordered to jump to getting His things ready before i was allowed to go to the garage to start my daily routine. Still with tears in my eyes and a butt that still hurt.

During breakfast, Master Chase arrived to fuck me and take me to work. He too was in no mood for chitchat. Thankfully I was not allowed to chat. I was still feeling the burn as I knelt on the floor to receive what few scraps my Owner was willing to feed His punished slave. Master-Sir can hold a punishment grudge a long time or He was just really hungry this morning!

Master Chase was telling my owner about a problem they had at the resort with one of the special guests I worked so hard on last Friday and Saturday and how this guest was not happy about anything. This means my boss is in for an ass-chewing as well.

Master-Sir kissed me, wished me a good day and went into His office to start His day. i was left with clean up and serving Master Chase. He was just in the mood to fuck my sore ass and get me dressed, then off to work and start our day.

Turns out, He really wasn’t in that mood and settle for a blowjob and a quick dressing of me in a simple blue skirt, white blouse, and tan bra for effect. then off to work we went.

My day got better from there. My long time “secret admirer” is now back working at the resort and she stopped by to say hello and to say she may have found a way to get her husband into being more of a Dom. That’s always a good thing. My Boss told me not to worry about the “F-Up”, Nothing i did, or had any part in doing. So we are good there!

I just had to be careful for most of the day when i sat or how I sat, so I would not flinch too much from the pain. Master-Sir is an evil man when He needs to be!

How as your Monday?

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