Note: This post is not a happy post and has been several days in the writing.
My Owner. When I become His slave, He had never owned a slave before. He always had plenty of pretty submissive’s to play with who would spend the weekend with Him. Playing Master & slave, doing all His domestic deeds as He commanded then they were used for His perverted sexual urges. Afterward, they were sent home and life went on.
He also had His old, but wise friend, Master Bill. He talked to me about Master Bill many times, but since the retired & medically disabled Gulf War Vet was always off helping other Vets around the country, I didn’t meet him for a long time. The stories Master_Sir told me about often were enough to know how wonderful and scary this man was! The stories. Some good, some really scary. I started to think that He was the one who they thought of when they invented the term “Sadist”.
Finally, I was told that I was going to meet this mysterious man. We drove to His house, I was in my collar, leash, and was nude. He was pulling into His driveway just as we pulled in and parked. I was escorted out, in a public scene, naked, and fearful. From the stories and seeing where he lived, I figured that it was probably pretty normal for His neighbors to see a naked slave on a leash at Bill’s house!
At that time in my Master/slave relationship, I was still trying to get my bearings on this entire “I am really Owned 24/7” So I was still worried about being seen. Master Bill was as expected. A large man with a gray beard, white hair, ponytail. Looking more like a biker dude than a man who should be getting out of a late model Cadillac! We were introduced and that was almost the last time he spoke to me directly. From there, I was “your slave” as He spoke with my owner. I was getting to like this man.
Inside His house, He pointed to the kitchen and told me what drinks He wanted and what drinks my Owner wanted. And He was right. The house was immaculate. And like ours, I saw the dog dish on the floor, but no dogs. Not even a slave. I served the drinks and sat on the floor next to my Owner, who had me spread my legs so that Master Bill could always see my pussy. He liked to see a slave pussy when she sits down.
He did as i kind of expected. He called me a fat slut slave who He was sure had some great potential. but “she needed to be better trained.” Telling my owner in a laughing manner to be more demanding on me. My Owner defended me, telling his friend “this is what I need and she is what I want. I am happy with her so far.” They agreed to disagree.
That is when something dropped into His alpha male head. Master Bill reached into His vest pocket and tossed me the keys to the Cadillac. Telling me to go out and get His slave out. To bring her in and have her start lunch for us all. I don’t remember seeing another person in His Caddillac, but maybe I was too nervous to really look.
Not even worried about my nakedness, I obeyed and went looking. I was right. Nobody was in the car. or were they? No? He wouldn’t? Would He? I popped the trunk and sure enough, there she was. His naked female slave. In a cage, in the trunk in the Cadillac.
Like this was normal, she smiled and said hello. She knew who I was and was happy to finally meet me. After the hellos, she asked if I could please unlock the cage so she can get out and stretch? She also wanted to know if her Owner said anything to me for her? This was all so normal and natural to her. So, in my startled voice, told her what he told me. She liked what I told her. She seemed happy that she had a purpose to get out of the trunk.
She introduced herself and told me to call her “”slave”. She knew what to call me. She was a skinny thing. Young, under 30 I was sure of. But the marks on her body told me it was a rough couple of years. She was pretty, in a different way. Probably 5’10 tall, less than 120 pounds. her small frame enhanced her large breasts, making them seem too big for her body style, but they were firm and they were beautiful. Whoever the surgeon was, He was the best in the business, I was sure of that. Her nipples were dark as well as large like pencil erasers. Her pussy was laser smooth. She had me check. with it all, she was happy to take my hand and we walked back into the house.
Once in the house, she immediately knelt at His feet. Kissing them and thanking Him for the trip they just came from. Being introduced to my Owner, she did almost the same. She held His foot in her hands and kissed His feet one at a time. I was not sure what to do. So she told me to follow her as we went into the kitchen to start preparing the food.
She told me that when we slaves talk alone, we need to talk softly, the men in the other room had no reason to hear two old slave jabbering. It was always about the Men, Her Master. And that was the start of my most wonderful friendship as a slave with another slave, that I ever had the pleasure to have. She was so far beyond my abilities as a slave, she often scared me in how she would submit.
She was at His side for almost 24 hours a day. When they were not together, we were together. Our Master’s had us walking miles almost every night. Doing exercises and at small events, she and I would be used as cum dumps. the men all wanted to use her. Why not? She was young, tight, obedient, and she had big tits. But I was the warm-up act and the second prize. but we were used well together and often.
When my Owner didn’t need me or was out of town, I was sent to stay with them. I hated those nights as well as loved those times. She and I talked when we could. I watched as He would do things to her that made my skin crawl. But she enjoyed it. She cried her eyes out from the pain and often pleaded for mercy. But in the end, she always properly thanked Him for it and asked for more.
If I was with her and she or I failed anything, we were both punished together. My Owner made sure that i was not punished “as bad” as she was, but He was not nice with the whips, floggers, and crops. When we went for a walk, it was timed and we had to take photos to make sure we did the entire walk in the time He allowed her to be outside the house.
When used by my Owner, she could wear Him out and still not have an orgasm. She was THAT well trained. She could fuck the entire football team and her pussy would be tight for the first as she was the last. And Yes, she fucked a semi-pro team that was in town once or twice. Three times. I know because I was there to offer condoms and water as they did her. She smiled afterward and in a very rough and worn-out voice, thanked her Master for the honor.
Through the years, she did let on that she was raised in a “very” dysfunctional household. That Master Bill had bailed out of a bad situation and provided a peaceful, stable shelter for her to recover from. After doing this multiple times, she offered Her obedience to Him for doing that. It was after we left Phoenix that I found out what the secrets in her life made her enjoy the pain, be that obedient, and agree to the total, no question submission she enjoyed so much. It was not pretty but I do understand how His firm hand in Owning her, gave her the inner peace, stability, and unquestioned love.
All I can say is that in learning more of her past life, I believe some people should never be allowed to be allowed to breed or to be parents. lets just leave it at that.
Sadly, We lost touch after moving here. She was never allowed much technology. Not one to communicate with others too much. He liked that and she did too. Then about three years ago, we were asked to attend a memorial for Him. Not knowing He had been sick with cancer for a while. But it was not much of a ceremony. Some from the “old Guard” in the phoenix BDSM community held a service. People came and said some kind words and they left.
His slave had to be drugged to be there. She was also chained to the floor next to His urn. Some questioned about her future. Nothing was really said and we never got a firm answer on her health or stability. She was unable to really talk with us. We said what needed to be said and we left. We learned that His brother took her to His place in Tucson and basically retired her from service. She never really came out after that and dropped communicating with everyone. Or was not allowed to communicate. We will never know.
Today, Master-Sir got an email telling us that she had committed suicide this past weekend. No memorial, her ashes had already been scattered with His over the desert area where they loved to hike. I guess not being owned or not having her master to serve, was too much for her. She needed to be owned. She needed to be used. And she needed Him.
In peace, her ashes are now where I guess maybe she found the most peace with Him. She always told me how much she loved those times He would take her out there to hike the desert trails. She, of course, would be nude except for her collar, leash, and hiking boots.
After their hikes, when we would get together for chores or our walk, she would smile as she relived their latest hike. Telling me how many men used her on the trails. How many fucked her or how many times she had to stop to give a man walking his dog, a blowjob. She swore, they were never in any danger or legal troubles. Most people either stopped to talk or just walked past them. She was happiest when she was on His leash. with Him pointing out the beauty of the desert as He used her on the trails for His entertainment, pleasure or His need to release some pent up energy..
I cant say that I will miss her, knowing we have been distant for the last few years. I will cherish what she taught me about true friendship, loving your Owner, deep service and absolute obedience. I will remember our times together and the fun we had being used, being needed, and being together. I would never have made it this deep into my own submission if I had never known her. She taught me how to live the life in full color.
I am hoping she is in peace and they are together forever. i never want to know what my life would have been like, had I never met her.