Tag: slave training

Sometimes I have a little twinge of guilt. She came to our house as The Friend of The Pretty Brunette. An innocent visit to spend quality time with a friend and to meet the man The Pretty Brunette has been telling her about for months. The man she is fucking and loving at a distance. She knew “they” had a kink to their relationship. She just wasn’t sure what it was really about but thought that no matter what, a quick stopover to meet the man and spend some time before continuing her journey east for family.

Now we are a week later, she finally saying her goodbye’s. Later than she had originally planned to leave. having spent a lot of that extra time dedicated to me. That weird wife that “Must Be” abused or have no self-worth to let her self “live like that”. Yes, she came here to discover someone was living what she has long suppressed in her own mind but has now discovered its a reality. and that reality is being displayed with her best friend’s Man. Who owns a slave. A slave like she dreams to be.

Afternoon Delight

This morning she willing to give that dream one last shot as she got naked and watched as I was used for Master Chase’s pleasures and fitted me with a large butt plug. One that has been making my movements around the office very slow and very deliberate. i was counting down the minutes to get off work and hopefully get this thing out of me. waiting to have permission to enjoy the rest of the day.

For the last three hours, she has been filling my phone with text messages, wanting to thank me for being so open, wanting to know how i feel working with “it” in my ass. Do others know I am filled? Can I move? Thankfully I am sitting at my desk 90% of the time, answering calls, and filling out reports. So nobody needs to know.

My workday ended at lunchtime. My Boss came by, thanked me, and hoped I had a wonderful afternoon. Telling me in private, He is going to miss having me there full time, but He will survive! Clocking out, I was still walking slowly to the parking garage. Its always a long walk, but when your ass is filled with a piece of rubber, it can be a much longer walk.

Thankfully The Friend was parked close to the exit door and waiting with a smile. I got in and as she pulled away. I asked if she wanted me topless or naked? Master Chase always has me naked. But her car had fabric seats and I didn’t want to leave a stain. Telling her in our vehicles, we always carry spare towels in the backseat. She smiled at that idea and said “Topless”

She was seriously drilling me about how I felt with my ass filled and if it hurt too much, what do I do? (answer: nothing. I do as ordered) She wanted to feel my pussy to see if I was really wet (I was). She was confused on how I can be happy and miserable at the same time. I hate the big thing in my ass, it hurts when I walk, yet I am happy because I am obeying my Master or The Pretty Brunette, and I am suffering for their pleasure. So I want to focus on the pleasure, not the pain.

In a subtle way, I let her know that I am in her care now. So she can change that now if she wants. Hint Hint.. She smiled. At the stoplight, she told me she had a surprise for me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. It was bald, very smooth and as she pushed, I felt in her folds, she was wet. Then I realized she was not wearing panties! Her “new look” she told me.

For lunch, she wanted a drive-thru experience. As in, she wanted to do the drive-thru and watch as the person behind the glass, reacted to her having a fluffy topless slave in the passenger seat, large tits and hard nipples. She was enjoying this experience while telling me that she now hopes that one day she can be in my place.

At home, she finally did what I was needing. To bend me over the hood of her car as she pulled that big rubber plug out of me. She ordered me to kiss her feet to thank her for the removal. Without any thought to me, she pulled it out in one slow and long pull. Letting me scream from the pain and sudden emptiness. She handed it back to me along with a towel to clean it off. Then ordered me to suck on it before I presented it to her as a gift.

The rest of the afternoon, with Master-sir and the Pretty brunette out of the home office, it was just her and I. She let me be more friend than a slave, but I stayed naked, she went from dressed to topless to naked, back to topless and the afternoon wore on.

We played in the pool, relaxed on the deck, drank a few cocktails as she plotted her trip east and wondered what it would be like to have a slave with her on the journey. or how it would be if she was the slave on that journey with her imaginary Master.

We ordered pizza and my Young Friend delivered it as always. he was tipped as He always was, this time He had the fun of being watched by a beautiful woman who was topless as I sucked His cock. Some men just like to have an audience! Especially when that audience is beautiful lady twice your age who happens to be sitting on the couch with you. Watching as she is topless with firm tits and pointy nipples. Teasing you, taunting you and not letting you touch. it made my young friend’s cock stand a little taller and finally rewarded me with several mouthfuls of His wonderful cum.

Finally, we retired to her room. To her bath where she asked that I sit in and have HER spoil me. Pamper me and wash all my naughty parts as we shared a bottle of wine with candle light and soft music. As she asked about certain skin blemishes she knew were made form a cane or a dragons tail. She wanted the stories, the emotions and the feelings.

That ended in the bed. With her layed out in the middle and me between her legs with her hands on my head, trying to feel as I moved. Thanking her with my tongue probing deep into her warm hole and being rewarded with her howling orgasms. In return, she sat up and watched as I did as she ordered. I humped the bedposts for her entertainment until i begged for permission to have my own orgasms.

I fell asleep in her arms. Not knowing what this all meant and where all this was going. I was just going with her directions and our energies.

She Moves On

Tuesday morning, i woke early, she followed me as I did my morning routines. After waking up my Owner, I helped her pack. Breakfast was as it has been. Two beautiful women and one handsome man sitting at the table. One naked slave kneeling between them, taking handouts, and licking plates clean. She enjoyed the attentive service and tried hard to ignore all the questions The Pretty Brunette had about “our night”.

As she walked out to her car, we all followed. I was not allowed to get dressed yet, so I said my goodbyes from the garage entry. Yes, i returned her kiss on the lips with some passion I am not sure where it came from. But it was what I needed to do. Then I watched as she said her goodbyes to Master-Sir and finally to her friend. then simply drove away.

To be honest with you. I spent the rest of the day in a kind of a fog, maybe a funk. Not really wanting to do anything but think about Her and where she might be at that time. I wanted to feel her again. To have her in the room. To see her smile and hear her questions again. She did send me text updates as if she was reporting to her master about stops and meals and such. And I replied back as if I were the master. Or at least I tried.

I’m not sure. it was a strange set of emotions. But I am hoping she stops back on her return. She is keeping me up to date on where she is and what she is doing. So who knows what will happen. Master-Sir has been enjoying my nightly updates about her travels.

Picking up from my last post, I wanted to make this a separate, more focused post on The Friend and on touching your dreams. The Pretty Brunette’s friend was finally living out her long held, deep, dark fantasy of being someone’s slave. And apparently telling, letting me tell you and anyone reading this, that she had it and wanted to touch it. meaning Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette was aware of this as well.

So when I was having my little emotional reset, she asked them a and me) if she could fill in. Be their office wench for a day. And they agreed with some restrictions. Those restrictions she fought hard against. She wanted it all, except for the sex part. She wanted to serve them naked. She wanted to have to ask permission for things including bathroom and to only use the slave bathroom. .

She did what a lot of young and doe-eyed ladies do when they get that first taste of their fantasy. They dive into the deep end. And that’s what she did. She said it wasn’t me that made her call “RED” but it was what I represented. And it was too much too soon. Even if she was promised she would never be where I was: Under the table, sucking my Owner’s cock while she was told to do other things for the couple of the house.

Thankfully Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette recognized it before she actually realized what she was feeling and they sat her down and told her to stop. They called Red. She looked at her friend and said simply “Red”. The safe word to stop everything. Then she went into her room.

An hour later, she finally came out. You could tell she had been crying. But she was back to being well dressed, fresh-faced, smiling, and apologetic. None of us in the house felt she had anything to apologize for. Her apogoy was nto needed. In fact, Master-Sir told her THEY owe her an apology for not setting the limits.

They agree that she was going too far, too fast, and for her mind and body. She said that she was wanting to experience something she has dreamed of for so long. Once in the fantasy, she then wanted to experience all that she could. she got to touch the dreams and wanted to seriously make them true. All of them right now.

Master-Sir felt the worst because he tried to get her to just be a “maid.” Get them coffee, clean up after them. Maybe be topless, or not. She wanted, ok, she told me she demanded that she be “like me”, naked. She wanted it all right now and they were not going to talk her out of it. She felt very comfortable and safe in our house to do it.

She actually enjoyed being a slave. She got to serve them coffee. Take notes for them as an office wench. She sent their emails and got to be the domestic slave for a while. She smiled telling them about take the other slave (me) out for her pee. But it was the blowjob that mad her call freak out and eventually call Red. The fact that sex was never part of their agreement, she freaked out because she thought that if commanded to, in that state of mind, she thought she would probably say “yes Master” without much of a thought. She would go over the lines she set and it scared her.

She was ok. She liked that they allowed her to touch her dreams and to know what it could feel like. She knows it can happen and that she really needs to have her limits. She told me it was scary to be naked like that when others are dressed. To know it’s not up to you if you are naked or not. That was what she thought was the biggest, scariest part of it all. Being naked not because she wanted to, but because she was told to. (not really told to, but she likes to see it like that, I get it)

That was it. The experiment was over. Everyone went back to their proper roles. I was the only slave in the house. I liked that. I was the only one naked in the house except when they all went for a night time dip in the pool. While they swam and chatted, the trusty slave served them drinks and salads for dinner. Then a night of movies and friendship.

I love being His slave…

Yes, I am on a writing binge. Its what helps me keep my sanity with all hat is happening with me, to and more importantly, around me. The new people who have entered my life have breathed new energy into me. The people who are still home bound and unable to visit because of the virus, saddens me. I miss them. But all the new in my life, I am busy and fulfilled.

With The Pretty Brunette’s friend here and discovering her wettest dreams are living in front of her, she is filled with questions and desires to experience something in a safe and controlled environment. So my Owner decided He wants her to be a submissive when I am not available. She wasn’t sure how to take this, so she came to me.

I was still in my mourning faze and in my own bedroom. She came in with a drink and a snack, knelt at the side of my bed and asked permission to talk freely. I was not sure what that was about, but I played the role. She told me what The Pretty Brunette and my Owner had discussed with her. trying out her submissiveness as their office wench.

I was happy for her and told her to go for it. i would not be a problem, jealousy, or otherwise. Assuring her that she was not taking away from my need to serve. Only helping her living out her fantasy. She brought up my earlier sharing on a discussion group about the blowjob and me going ballistic when i watched another submissive suck my Owner’s cock. Not that she would agree to go that far. She just wanted my blessing on the whole “I want to play being a slave” thing. (I need to find that and post it again).

My only tip was that He will not tolerate her being dressed. Slaves are not people and for us, clothing is a privilege. So she needs to be ready to be at least topless when around them. She smiled and said she was hopeful she could be the naked slave. If she could have the nerves to do that, it would be here. with people she knows and feels safe with. I was happy she felt that way. We hugged and I sent her on her way.

When I came out for lunch, my Owner was in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar, on His laptop. The Pretty Brunette was at the table on her laptop. Soft jazz music filled the air and scented candles gave it a very peaceful vibe. it was a wonderful scene. Then I saw Her. The Friend. She smiled at me as I smiled at her. She was walking in from the garage so I knew she was using the slave bathroom. she was also wearing a frilly laced apron and nothing else but a big smile when she saw me.

She Fits In

After everyone said their “hello’s” to me and welcomed me back to reality, i asked permission to use the bathroom. Master-Sir said Yes, but that the new slave needed to walk me out to the garden to pee. Master-Sir was being Master-Sir and not relenting on the rules of the house and my summer routine. In the summertime, I am not allowed to use the inside slave bathroom for my need to pee. I use the little garden spot across the other side of the pool and that usually gives anyone in front of the kitchen windows a clear shot to watch me.

She was not sure about the leash and collar thing. She has used one when at the clubs where she was pressured into being the Domme. Now she was walking me as I crawled alongside her like the dog bitch I am named for. She had a smile and said it was not from the walking, but the feeling she is experiencing being used. She was understanding the thrill of doing something sexually kinky for someone else, not for her pleasures. And still enjoying the pleasure of it. That may not make sense, but that pretty much how she explained it to me.

So my question for her was: Is she happy because she is making my Owner happy. serving His needs? Or is she happy because being the other slave she is making her friend, The Pretty Brunette, happy? Or is this purely for her fantasy? She did not have an answer. Maybe answer 2 with a little bit of answer 3. but she had never looked at it as serving The Pretty Brunette. But she admitted that she was kind of wanting to please her.

The Fingers Snaps

Upon our return to the cool air of the house, we heard finger snapping(s). Both the Owners had silently called us at the same time. Instinctively I went to my Owner while she paused, trying to figure it out. The Pretty Brunette wanted a fresh cup of coffee from her friend and my Owner pointed to His side, then I saw His erection in His pants and I knew my duty!

As I knelt under the counter, I could hear the Pretty Brunette in her very firm Dom voice telling her Friend that “there are two people here that need coffee, not just one” followed by a low, feminine voice apologizing for the error as I watched her bare feet approach my Owner. I am sure from the way she was standing or from what I could see of her standing, she had never realized what it would be like to be naked, serving a Master His coffee and talking with Him about the coffee as another naked slave was busy sucking His cock.

He was ignoring me doing what I was told to do, as he should and focusing on her, and from the way His cock was bulging and pulsing in my mouth, I knew he was enjoying the entire scene Himself. Her nervousness, her new nudity, made her keep shifting on her feet. It was kind of cute to watch and listen. My kneeling and sucking His cock next to her gave a pause in her speech she admitted to. I am sure she could watch it in full color and to add that His girlfriend, her friend, was a few feet away, probably smiling and taking it all in as well.

I was in my happy place and I was enjoying sharing my happy place with a new friend. Life is getting back to normal I hope.