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Slave Lisa arrived Saturday. And things went very well considering how this is a new experience for all of us.

Slave Lisa (the friend of the Pretty Burnette/ Miss Tina), is a beautiful lady who is used to the finer things in life and being pampered by the men she works with and the men she sells to (pharmaceutical rep). She has accepted herself as the slave that she wants to become. And now she wants, while she is working remotely, to experience what it’s like being Owned, or at least being put under the control of a generous Master for a few weeks to see if her dreams really match reality.

Master-Sir has already made a few changes in my life that I am still getting used to. It’s mostly about a higher protocol in how I serve Him. And the final change that I know of, were restrictions on my pussy. men who are allowed to use any of my holes for sex, but are being asked to not “finish there”. In other words, pound me with your cock then use my face, mouth, or floor for your receptacle. The face thing is new and thankfully nobody has done it yet.

Master-Sir has stopped using my pussy entirely since the first week in January. eek!

She Arrives

Slave Lisa arrived Saturday. Driving here from Kansas City. I feel better now that I can and was told to call her Slave Lisa, because that’s what she was coming here to be. A slave in training.

She was her perky, beautiful self. She tried to hide her fear or uneasiness about what she had agreed to, but she still was properly dressed as an executive woman would be pulling up in her sporty Lexus. The clean, well-maintained car pulled into the driveway and the entire scene just looked like an adult version of a young girl’s Barbie days. The prim and proper skinny girl in the low heels, nylons, short skirt, white blouse that gave off a sense of sexuality yet professional “hand-off” persona protecting her perky 34 C breasts in a padded bra. Her hair in a bun, the Ray-ban sunglasses, and the name brand, out of my league leather purse off her shoulder.

She parked in the driveway and I greeted her properly at the door. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were also having races. She stepped in like she owned the place. Something I know from her last visit, is just how she runs her world and the same I get from Miss Tina. I knelt to welcome her to the house, to remove her shoes, and to properly kiss her feet. Master-Sir had other ideas.

From that first moment, my Owner was watching all this from the Livingroom windows. The moment that I knelt to welcome her, he stopped me in my tracks. He ordered her to return to her car, park it out on the street then enter using the garage, like the slave she will be. She can remove her clothing there. next to mine on the shelf. Then enter and meet Him in His office. Naked. I was ordered to get Him a drink as He walked away.

She and I both were kind of stunned at the way it all started. She tried to say something but my Owner reminder her of His order as He walked away, into the office. She did as she was told while i went to do as I was told. After serving Him His drink, I was ordered to stand in the corner of the office opposite Him. I would only be able to hear what they talked about, not allowed to say or see anything.

I heard her walk into His office, greeted Him then sat down. He changed that, She was to kneel at His side. She stated this was not agreed to and that they needed to finalize the agreement. My owner took that as a demand. As with me, He doesn’t need her but will accept her. He can live without her since He has me. But He will be fair and let her sit, for now, naked in the office chair. He made it clear that this is the last part of their negotiation and outlining the rules. It will be done as adults and that’s why he has been so firm from the start. She agreed and understood His reasons for being so firm from the first “hello”

For now, they agreed that unless on Zoom or office chat, she will work in the office topless. She will be naked anytime she outside the office and not on the office cam. She just feels she needs something to remind her of her professional status. She will address Him as “Sir” or “Master” she will be called slave Lisa, nothing else unless it’s work-related.

He will have access to all her holes, but not to offer her to others for sexual purposes. She is not used to anal and may not be able to handle too much at the beginning. She loves oral. (That’s when I started to panic) Master-Sir informed her that she will be His main sexual toy for the time that she is here and expect to be used often in many different ways. She will be allowed to call “yellow” to pause the action, but that it will continue quickly. He will not stop how He is using her without a really good reason.

They talked about a few other things before Master-Sir took her on the grand tour, with me ordered to follow on my hands and knees. This was so much like the first night I met my Owner and He took me on a tour of His house. I kept a few paces back as He led her around the house. Telling her how He wants things and expects things. She was to take note of how the house is set up and clean. he will expect it to stay that way and it will be hers and my responsibility to keep it this way. As He did, he informed both of us that if one fails we both get the punishment.

My punishment will obviously be more harsh. The larger, harder paddle, the heavier flogger. More corner time. She will be gradually increased in how or if she is punished.

He got to the guest bedroom. This is where she will stay when He has no use for her. She will unpack her bags later. He made mention that the attached guest bathroom should be closed up since slaves do not use the bathrooms in the house. But it will be needed for friends who stop and visit to use. I could see her gsp at that idea.

She will use the slave bathroom with me. No fancy shower, or nice large toilet. Nope. The clear curtain in the shower, no door, and a tiny sink and mirror in the garage is where slaves go for their bathroom needs.

The Bedroom

Going to the second floor, I started to panic. Too many bad memories of previous submissives coming to stay here and be in the bedroom. Here, He let her know she will sleep on one side of the bed, pointing to His side and where He wants her to kneel when asking permission to get in bed or to leave the bedroom to serve. She already saw my bedroom. But was informed that most nights, i will be on the small mattress on the floor on His side of the bed.

Unlike previous visits, I am not there to serve her sexually (sigh of relief) Although I will be there to lick His cum from her pussy after sex. He emphasized the words “IF I DECIDE to use that hole.” Oh yea, Her orgasms will be regulated as well. No masturbation as well without permission. She was not happy being reminded of that rule. she was quietly huffing and puffing as He continued. I was trying not to smile too loudly!

She smiled at the large bed. Master-Sir pointed out the hooks and the chains on the frames as well as the drawers where she may be told to go fetch a toy, a butt plug or whatever implement He will want to use on her. She really liked that part of the tour.

The Moment Had Arrived

After the tour had been completed, i was told to face the corner in the bedroom where I had spent many nights as He had wonderful sex with Miss Tina. Master-Sir than told slave Lisa, He wanted to start this right. I heard Him drop His pants and clothing, instructing her to neatly fold them and place them on the dresser. He got onto the bed.

She, I figured by the noises tried to get on the bed as well. until Master-Sir told her to get off and do it right. To kneel at the bedside and wait. then to ask Permission. I smiled as I tried to imagine the surprised look on her face.

She properly asked and He, of course, allowed her on the bed. Then I heard His grip on her hair and then the sounds of a mouth going over His cock. There was a struggle. Not sure because of His size or just the fact that she was beingmade to suck His cock without warning or warmup. At least from what I heard, I knew I was better then she was at sucking a cock!

He started to moan and tell her how it felt. Telling her to swallow it all and not to choke. Its not THAT big (it is!), Telling her she will get plenty of time to get used to sucking his cock. Then I heard Him tell her that from now on, I will be watching her and being there for clean up. ” So do it right and I won’t have to have Bitch slave clean up after you”. Hmmm… He was speaking those wonderful words of humiliation!!

Many years ago, my slave-boi friend and His mistress were on the bed with Master-Sir when slave-boi was told to give my owner a blowjob. I freaked out and made a huge scene that resulted in a serious punishment that I will never forget. I always felt that of all the things he does with His lady friends, i wanted this one thing to be “ours”, Yes, i was being a selfish slave and I have been punished serveal times for how i behaved when another slave has sucked His cock.

Over time, with most of His girlfriends, I have learned to ignore them. When they go to suck His cock, i am either not in the room, or I know from conversations, that He tolerates their cock sucking skills. He has told me many times that I still rule the world when it comes to sucking His cock. However, this was the first time that a skinny, pretty female slave in training has been allowed to suck His cock while I was in the room. This is the first time where I knew that I was not going to be used for any sexual purposes with Him and that she, a younger, sexier slave would be His main source of sexual pleasures for the foreseeable future. And that I would be made to watch.

This is the moment I feared the most when i learned of her coming to live and train here. This moment has caused me a lot of sleepless nights and few panic attacks. Master-Sir had offers in the past to leave me and live a full life with a sexy, beautiful vanilla woman. Surprisingly, He turned them down because He would lose His slave in the deal. Now here He had a slave He could be training to replace me. She was younger, she was cute, a nice arm charm if needed, sexually eager to please and she wanted Him to train her as a slave. He could easily train her to be His slave. She would be a perfect reason to leave me and take her as His own.

To my surprise, I held my tongue. I did not get angry or get jealous as I heard them sexy talking and her trying to be better at swallowing His cock the way that He likes it. But I knew He was not enjoying it as He had to talk too much about how she could do it better or should do it “To please me, Your Master” . She was doing it her way, the way her other men liked it. He has standards and she was not meeting them!

After she finally got Him to cum and she swallowed it all, He dismissed her quickly. Told her to get dressed, get downstairs, get her things, unpack, then get naked and wait for Him in the kitchen,. as it was almost time for lunch. Being dismissed right after sucking a cock, was not what she was expecting. I heard her breathing a little heavier as she walked by me with a heavy walk. Upset maybe?

Once she was gone, Master-Sir walked to me, leaned over my shoulder, and congratulated me for being such an obedient slave. He told me He was worried about How I was going to handle the blowjob. He was expecting a problem. But He loved that I accepted it. I smiled and told Him she will learn to be better. His reply was “not like you” and He walked out of the room.

I was left there in the bedroom corner, alone. After a time, I’m not sure how long i stood there, but I knew Master-Sir was finished with lunch because He sent slave Lisa up to get me. I needed to show her around the kitchen and the patio area.

After I stepped away from the corner and started to stretch my muscles, she kissed me a sweet hello kiss. Telling me she didn’t get to do that when she entered the house. Smiling, she looked so cute, yet so scared. She told me she was expecting something completely different. She was expecting to be treated as that cute thing in the bedroom. She knew it wasn’t going to be like that, but she never expected “this” from moment one. I smiled and told her its not as bad as it may seem. She agreed. It’s just that she was not excepting this much control from the start. you know, work into it, not from moment one! She ended the conversation with ” I envy you for what you are and how you are so loved” and with that, we walked downstairs to finish her tour. I was smiling too much to respond.

This has started pout unlike either of us had imagined.

And I like that!