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My 48 hours of pure Hell!

July 8, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Tuesday morning was strange for me. Tuesday was the first time I had not been able to suck my Owner’s cock! This is serious! He couldn’t even get it in my mouth to pee without me choking and coughing. As such, He let me know that He was not happy and I was sent to my room to rest and think why. Telling me that He would deal with me later.

After a while and a visit to the doctor’s office, it was determined that it was nothing too serious, just swollen glands for no apparent reason other than maybe the weather or something like that. I couldn’t even blame it on the Fourth of July party because I didn’t give more than a couple of blowjobs.

The result? Master-Sir decided that I just needed a few day’s rest. He meant it. The doctor said to keep my intake to fluids, emphasizing “non-sexual fluids”. She knows us so well! Nothing too big in my mouth, no stress or other things to upset my throat. So again, no blowjobs.

Not Being Used

Master-Sir’s girlfriend, The Pretty Brunette, was already here for the holiday weekend. So for the entire weekend, He had her for His sexual pleasures and lovemaking. Meaning He had no use for me sexually, so He had a few of His friends use me. But for whatever reason, they just wanted blowjobs. Nothing strenuous or out of the ordinary. So my holes other than my mouth, have been neglected for over a week. I can usually deal with that without too much stress.

What I could not deal with was not having my Owner’s cock in my mouth for this long. Apparently, I have become addicted to my daily worshiping of His wonderful cock. As much as I detest the taste of His morning pee, it was still fulfilling my daily need for His cock. Then it dawned on me, I have been without His cock in any of my holes for 48 hours.

Not that I ever had a need to reflect on it, but now that I wasn’t getting it, I had some time to think about it. Never in our entire relationship, have I gone two entire days without having His cock in my mouth for some reason. Or, even, any cock in my mouth. Even on the days that He went away, I had another cock I was obediently worshiping in His place.

Guess I am a cock whore!

I have sucked at least one cock every day for the last 15 years! Maybe missing one here or there for various reasons. But never have I gone without a cock for 48 hours!

To make things worse, was that The Pretty Brunnette decided I needed someone to watch over me while I was in bed. So she decided to stay a couple of extra days. In reality, She just wanted to hang around and humiliate the sick slave some more. so this little bedrest gave her prime opportunity to humiliate her man’s slave.

Tuesday morning, after I was sent to my bedroom for spilling His morning load and choking on His cock, She came in and spread her legs so that I could lick His seed from her pussy. She knows I am not into women, but she knows that I have come to love licking her pussy. Especially if it’s filled with His warm cum.

As she let me stick my head between her gorgeous thighs, she started to talk about how this was the first time all week that I was not in the room to watch them fuck (ouch!) so she thought it would cheer me up if she brought the leftovers in for me to clean up. His cum was already dripping down her legs and I was a greedy little slut slave. Making sure to get every ounce she presented to me. No matter the reason.

With my face planted between her thighs, she continued to pet my head as I licked her folds, trying to get deeper and to get her to start moaning. She continued her verbal humiliation.

Telling me that she really wants me to get better. That my Owner really does enjoy having me at His bedside in the morning. Waking up to find my waiting mouth for Him to use. She informed me that spilling some of his morning urine wasn’t a pretty sight for His slave.

What was getting Him the maddest about it all was that now He had to get up and use the bathroom like a normal man. “He was a little upset at that.” She told me. Letting me know I had failed in pleasing Him. My ultimate sin.

In her authoritative Mistress voice, she continued her tongue lashing. “You know, He was looking forward to fucking me before taking His morning shower. So was I. But your little mess there on the floor, made Him have to shower first, then come back and fuck me.” She paused. ” That Kind of ruined the mood for us. Don’t ever do that again, OK?”

More verbal abuse that was no making me wetter and wanting Him more.. It was nice to be able to at least taste my Owner in her. She was kind enough to share Him like that. I may have not been there, but I was at least able to enjoy the fruits of her labor.

What was making me sad and angry was that even being in bed, Master-Sir refused every plea I had for Him to at least let me lick His cock and maybe even let me use my hands and just swallow His cum. But No, I was left in my own bedroom without a cock.

She did the same thing Tuesday night and then Wednesday morning before she left. letting me know He was really in the mood to fuck. Too bad they didn’t have a slave there to clean up their mess and to serve them drinks. She “shamefully” admitted that she does enjoy sucking my Owner’s cock, but prefers to watch Him as I do it. So although they fuck like bunnies, it’s been a few months since she gave Him a blowjob.

But for the sake of loving the same man as I do, she would suck His cock as well as have Him fuck her “nice, wet and oh so tight pussy”. And then come in here for me to clean her up before she leaves…

As I licked the least of His cum from her hole and started to bring her to her own orgasm, she reminded me of how many times they have made love and how many times I have licked her pussy to climax. Let’s just say it was a large number. Smiles all around!

Just to make sure she ended her stay here on a high note, she needed to get one more little jab in on this sick and wanting slave. She asked me to count out loud how many times my pussy had been used this weekend? (zero). “Nobody wanted to fuck your pussy? Yet he fucked mine multiple times. Hmmm. Poor slave. you really had a horrible weekend. Oh Well… I enjoyed mine” (ouch)

From there, she allowed me to get up, get dressed, and help pack her things in her car for her ride back home.

Last night I was finally allowed to sleep in His bedroom. In the morning, I prayed that I was ok enough to do my proper duty, my morning love, to worship His cock, drink His urine, and if I am really lucky,. be allowed to suck His magnificent cock and cherish His reward, His cum.

Kneeling at the side of His bed, as he looked down at me and spread his legs. He was drinking His morning coffee, then set it down and looked at me with His smile. “Welcome Back slave. are You ready to Obey?”

Oh, my god, was I ever ready? To feel His flaccid cock in my mouth and to feel it grow quickly, I knew that He was missing this moment as much as I was.

To feel the warmth of His fluids go down my throat. To feel His cock get hard and choke my air pipe was a wonderful feeling that I missed. I wanted to not let it out of my mouth for any reason. But I knew I had to. His smile as he stayed on the bed after I was finished worshiping Him, told me that He was happy to have His bitch slave back. Ready to serve Him and any of His needs. My 48 hours of hell was finally over and I was back where I belong!

Yes, I am back!!

Sick Slave, Sad Slave

July 7, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Tuesday I woke up feeling ok. Maybe a little tired from the 4th of July party. Not that it was a large party or that I was used much. A few blowjobs, that was it. My Owner never used me for sex.

Mostly I was used to getting drinks, serving snacks, clean up some of the mess and I was even allowed to play in the pool with others. Master-Sir actually let me enjoy the day in the pool as much as He could. The Pretty Brunnette had been here all weekend, so His attention was on her, not me.

Then Tuesday morning came and I got up early to prepare for the day. Showered, shaved, and started Master-Sir’s coffee as well as something for his lover. I obediently walked into the Master Bedroom and they were already awake and talking. When I served Master-Sir His coffee, He sat up on the edge of the bed like always and spread His legs for me to kneel between them and take His morning urine.

For whatever reason, I couldn’t swallow it all as he fed it to me and I ended up spilling some of it on the carpet. The Pretty brunette wasn’t happy, Master-Sir didn’t say anything. But I was embarrassed and so very apologetic. I was making a mess that I knew I needed to clean up quickly. Master-Sir walked past me into the bathroom to finish while I grab some towels.

When He returned, He sat on the edge of the bed again, smiling at me and telling me how that surprised Him! I have never not been able to swallow his morning pee. I kissed His feet, apologized, asked if I was going to be punished? He told me no. Although the Pretty Brunette thought otherwise. I opened my mouth to suck His cock and I could not. His now hard cock went partway in my mouth and I started to gag and cough or worse..

After some talking and feeling of my throat, we figured it was swollen glands. Not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but Master-Sir said I wasn’t going to work and I was sent back to my bedroom for some rest. I wanted to get their breakfast, but he commanded me to my bedroom and so I went.

After some time, I heard a knock on my door and it was the Pretty Brunnette bringing me something to eat. But she served it with a smile. She asked how I was doing, then put the tray next to the bed telling me I had one thing to do before I was allowed to have breakfast. She climbed up on the bed and put her legs on either side of me then bent down as if we were going to 69. Then I saw her beautiful pussy was dripping with Master’s cum. One simple command: “Lick it” and I smiled as I reached up for her ass as my tongue found its honey spot.

I licked all of Master-Sir’s cum out in record time. enjoying the few extra minutes to worship her beautiful pussy afterward as I started to taste more of her than of Him. Hearing her softly moan as I brought her to a climax as well made me smile. She played with my sloppy pussy, but did not let me enjoy that. I loved so much knowing He was being pleasured this morning even if I was not there to do it.

of course, the Pretty Brunnette wanted to spend this time humiliating me even when I was down and sick. proving she does love me in our weird ways!!!

I thanked her as she stood up and fixed her bathrobe. Telling me she was planning to go home today but would stay the night to make sure I was ok and that my Owner was not inconvenienced. She is so thoughtful.

My Boss was ok with me not coming in. He said the meetings would all me moved to another day. He wanted me to be safe and healthy for the busy week ahead. The Pretty Brunette took me to the Doctor’s office. it was swollen glands. Nothing serious. Just no talking and maybe a day or two of bed rest. My Doctor knows my lifestyle and told the Prety Brunette to make sure I was on liquids and soft foods for a couple of days and ended with “No Oral Activities” smiling at me as we left her office.

The Pretty brunette spent the day working in front of her computer. Barking orders at me to clean up this or that. To lick her pussy after she went to the bathroom or just because she needed a little diversion while texting my Master. I was not allowed to talk and I took all my meals from my dog bowls on the floor as she at from the table.

I return to work Thursday! If it all goes well, I will get to serve my Owner again Thursday morning. I begged Him to let me try to suck His cock today, but He said “no” and like before, I had to wait to lick His cum from her beautiful pussy. She has just left for her home and I am here, waiting for my Owner. I will serve Him no matter what, I will be His slave!

Home Office Meeting

May 28, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Yesterday, Master-Sir told me to expect Master Chase to pick me up from work. He had an important business meeting and was 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 Chase 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 businesses 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 start cleaning 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!

The Slave’s New Normal?

May 17, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Maybe you have heard, Las Vegas, for the most part, is wide open and back in business. No masks for people who had their covid vaccine or want to fake it!! That means we are extremely busy at the casino’s. With Spring and the sports news, the high rollers are slowing coming back to town and that is where my job gets demanding.

However, no matter how demanding my job is or how many hours i work, my first priority is always with my Owner. His needs and demands always come first. And like me, His job has just exploded. He is on the road more during the day and visiting clients and suppliers for His clients. Often coming home late and tired. A quick meal. maybe a movie then off to bed.

I say that like it’s not so much to worry about, but there are the little things in-between all that for this slave to be aware of. And we are sort of adjusting to a new rhythm around the house here. A New Normal may be the best way to explain it.

About half the time, Master-Sir will drive me to work and Master Chase or my Young Friend will pick me up and take me home and the other half, i drive myself. It depends on His schedule and the needs of my Boss. Scary as it is, they actually talk a lot lately about the casino business, my job, and my transportation needs. It’s like my Boss has become best phone friends with my Owner!

I will come home and Master-Sir has last-minute things to do in His office and phone calls to make for the next day’s appointments. He sends me off to start my chores. making sure the house has been picked up. Anything He did while at home, dishes, notes, newspapers, etc… All need to be picked up, cleaned up, and put away.

There is another part to the ride home. If someone is picking me up or I am driving myself home, when I enter the house, Master-Sir wants me to have my jeweled butt-plug in. If He is taking me home, no butt plug required. I’m not sure the logic behind that, but it’s His rule so I follow it.

The House Slave

Something happens at the point I go from working person to slave. No matter what happens in my work life, my life away from my Owner’s home…. when I get into the garage and I start to undress, that world goes away. It does! I have no way of explaining that euphoric feeling, how the removal of my clothing makes my mind go to my happy place. I just become that slave who has only one thought on her mind. To Please Her Owner in ANY way He requires her to.

Now, besides the cleaning and organizing, I need to also start His dinner. Thankfully, it’s summer, and He likes simple things, like salads and such. With the help of the Pretty Brunnette, she has great single-serve meal ideas that don’t require much cooking. He likes to be served on the patio by the pool. Where he usually will still be making calls and working while eating. but it is the end of the day stuff.

I kneel at His side and wait for his hands to feed me the bits and pieces He takes from His plate. Then at the end, he puts the plate on the ground, bends down to kiss me, then pats my head, and gets back to His notebook while I enjoy being the Bitch dog eating her scraps of food.

When He has called it a day, I will be ordered to bring Him His beer and sit at His feet in the living room while he relaxes. We talk a little. It’s more Him venting than anything. But I listen. We talk about anything and everything. He will allow me this time to vent as well. But my vent is usually nothing important.

Unwind Time

As he settles into a movie or a show, I will remove His pants and His socks. Kissing His feet. He will usually then point, and I will begin a long session of cock worship. This is not the time to suck His magnificent cock, but instead, a time to show it loving kisses and soft licks while He relaxes and zones out on whatever He is watching. I can’t remember the last time he allowed me to actually watch a full show or a movie with Him… I’m too focused on Him and His cock.

My worship is only stopped for two things. One is to get Him another drink. The other is when He gets a work-related phone call. If it’s important. He will tell me “Corner” or “Corner, Ass.” He likes to keep me guessing which one. If it’s “Corner” I am to go to the corner across the room, behind the TV, and put my hands on my side and my nose to the corner, my ass facing the room, facing His chair and I stand there until He says otherwise.

“Corner Ass” is the same, except I am to put my hands on my ass cheeks, stick my butt out more, and spread them wide so that He can see my fat ass and my tight hole. Often with the butt plug in it. Yes, I will stand like that for as long as He tells me to. There have been times I thought He forgot about me. There were times He went upstairs or out to the pool and did a few other things while I just stood there with my legs hurting and my asshole burning from being held open for long times. Finally, I would hear the command to “kneel” at His side and I could relax, finally move the sore muscles as I went to find Him.

About two weeks ago, the bathroom rules went back to normal. I no longer am allowed to use His bathroom for any reason unless He commands me to join Him. If I need to pee, it’s outside in the garden facing the Livingroom picture window. So anyone in the Livingroom and the dining area could watch me if they so desire. I use a sanitary wipe that is also biodegradable so it can be buried before I return to the house.

For all my other bathroom needs, I must use my slave bathroom in the garage. Speaking of slave bathroom. After several years of being denied using my more expensive, name-brand shampoo by the Pretty Brunnette, she recently gave in and sacrificed a little. She has now allowed me to go back to my favorite brand that happens to be her brand. That’s why she banned me from using it. Now I can use it, but the containers must be labeled differently! Yes, I know. such a sacrifice!

Bedroom Time

Master-Sir has found that reading a book before bed, can be relaxing ( for Him). so we will occasionally go to bed early. He will sit up in the bed and read. i will be alongside Him, head facing His feet and He likes to hold a long dildo for me to fuck while He reads. If he is deep into a book or a certain chapter has captured His attention, he will let me fuck myself to an orgasm. other times, it will be a short, uninteresting read, and I will be on edge, wanting to get over the moon, but being told to turn around and suck His cock. a blowjob for the Master and a painful denial for the slave. , then we fall asleep cuddling. well, He falls asleep. i am trying to block out the need to play with myself as I am so close to the edge.

The good thing is the last few times this happened, the following morning, Master Chase took me to work and He likes anal sex doggie style. Letting me have an orgasm. There have been a few times it has been so bad that I begged for someone to fuck me, get me over the edge and use me roughly. I knew it was wrong and I really enjoyed the punishment I received because of it!

Other then the couple of nights the Pretty Burnette has been here, i have been allowed to sleep in bed with my Master. It’s always easy to fall asleep when your Owner wraps His soft, firm hands around you and grabs your boobs as He falls sleep. its my security blanket and no matter how rough or how bad of a day I had, that is the best way to end it!

My Master-Sir Returns

April 12, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

On the second day of my Young Master being in charge of me, I was surprised to come out of my job and find my real Master-Sir waiting to take me home. He said he wanted to surprise me. He wrapped up His job early and drive straight home to get me. He told me that my Young Master knows and is waiting for us at home.

As we pulled into the garage, I was removing the rest of my clothing when Master Sir told me that He wants me to continue my focus on my Young Master, He will observe and comment if needed. That means I sit on the floor at the side of Young Master and I serve Him first. Something to throw me off a little bit. But I think I was up for the challenge.

It was a beautiful evening, so they sat out by the pool to drink and to talk. To add to the events, our friend, pool cleaner, and The Son to my Owner’s boss stopped by to talk about the pool and other things. So I had three manly men to serve and my pussy was wet just thinking about all that could be happening.

The conversation was interesting as they all talked about my Young Master and His thoughts on being in charge of a slave. The freedom to use her as you want without any feeling of guilt or asking permission.

Sitting at the feet of my Young Master while my Owner sat opposite of Him felt strange. He was not into the whole hand feeding the slave your scraps. Thankfully The Son was. he really enjoyed the scene of watching me act like dog, beg and then take scraps from His hands.

And that was what they talked about most. How my Young Master enjoyed this little experiment. This dip into the dark side. But He currently has no plans to incorporate it into His life. He did say that He really enjoys learning how I liked to have Him eat my pussy (not in those graphic words), and He will certainly enjoy performing better for His girlfriend or any other woman He meets and pleasuring her sexually.

All this talk made The Son very horny, and twice He needed to take me into a private room and have me suck His cock. I always enjoyed the feeling of being needed and being made to just take a cock for His cum. Nothing more. He held my head and fucked my mouth, filling it with His reward, then zipped His pants and walked back out to the pool.

My Young Master even had His time alone to have me suck His cock. Being the kind gentleman that He is, he asked if anything He said upset me.? It did not. I would like to know that He will still treat His lady friends as they should be treated. As ladies and as friends.

I was a little worried that He may be too aggressive and carry that outside the house. I now know He will only take the good parts of these 48 hours with him and leave the kinky parts here for future visits!

After they all left, Master-Sir logged onto His laptop to talk with The Pretty Brunette about His trip home and what the talk was around the dinner table. This, of course, got Him hard and I was told “Face Time”. His new command telling me He needs to fuck my tight ass, pretending it to be her beautiful pussy instead.

I am to get on all fours in front of Him, ass up, head down, and out of camera view. I am not to make a sound until told otherwise. There is a pillow I am allowed to bury my face into if I need to moan or scream in ecstasy!

It was during their cool down after cybersex that she said that she would like to be here to meet my brother. and Master-Sir agreed to it. This would not be the first time they met, but for her, this was going to be a perfect time to humiliate the house slave. Something she enjoys and said that she has missed doing it.

My Owner told her He has some ideas as well for the get-together. They were planning a night out and maybe a few other activities. The Pretty Brunette made an excellent point when she said, “I think the Bitch slave will feel pretty humiliated at that idea. Don’t you?” and my Owner smiled and happily agreed with her.

So now I am worried yet excited for the next few weeks. Having my Owner back home, a Young Friend excited at what He learned from being in charge of my Owner’s girlfriend, and me planning some public humiliations of me. The “House slave”.

And I could not be happier!

She is Gone

August 13, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Its been almost four weeks since Master-Sir has allowed me to sleep with Him in His bed. Since his girlfriend had arrived, I have been assigned to sleep in my room when I was not being needed or used by Him or Miss Tina (The Pretty Brunette).

Slight correction: there was one night I was allowed to sleep with Him in His bed while Miss Tina slept with her friend who was visiting. (Read Here)

Today, she left us to return to her home in San Diego and begin their state mandated quarantine.

Some of you have asked what I do, or if I do anything to the house after she leaves here? And the answer is “Hell Yes” This is my Owner’s home and I belong to Him, so it is also my home. (I do have His permission to say that here). And it needs to feel like His castle again.

Making it Back into His Home

After we said our good-byes and I watched her drive off into the horizon, I thanked my Owner for the opportunity to serve Him and be of service to her. Hoping that I made them both happy (not counting my emotional breakdown in the beginning!)

As He went back into His home office and I had served Him a fresh cup of coffee, He had me kneel in front of Him, face away so He could insert His now favorite butt plug into my ass before sending me off to clean the house. He allowed me a moment to get used to its full feel before trying to stand up and walk away.

I, of course, need to start in the Master bedroom. So I turn on Alexa to some nice music as the cleaning commences! I do this every time that she leaves us.

Starting with the bedsheets and pillowcases. Making sure I can wash away her scent. She has a special fragrance that she likes to wear to bed to excite Him. It is a beautiful scent and I do love to smell it when I am servicing her after they had sex. But now I need to leave my scent on His bed!

In my bedroom, I have a drawer of things that are mine or ours that I remove while she is here. Now I get to return them to their proper places.

When she is here, it is to be “their” house, “their bedroom”. The focus of the bedroom is on them, not me. I get that. What woman would want to be reminded that your man has a female slave to use and abuse when you are not there? There is, by agreement of Master-Sir, one photo of Master-Sir and His slave (me) on His dresser. That always stays in the room.

On the nightstand on her side of the bed, I am to make sure there is a bottle of lubricant, some towels as well as a couple of condoms “just in case” on the top.

Once she leaves, all that goes into the nightstand drawer, out of sight. He never needs lubricants or condoms to use me. Lubricant for her is to make sure she enjoys whatever hole He may use. I’m the slave when He wants to use me, He just uses the hole He wants for His pleasure. I am not allowed the pleasure of lubricant.

Finally, I get to put back the chains on the four corners of the bed. For those times He wants me restrained! She would never allow Him to chain her to the bed!

As normal, I make sure Master-Sir has all his lotions and manly tools and shaving supplies properly stocked in the bathroom. I put away her hair and body lotions and shampoo. I used to use the same brand as she uses, but since I am the slave and she is His lover, I was ordered to stop using the same brand and to use a cheaper one. even when she is not here. So I remove them from being seen!

i really don’t need to be reminded what I gave up when she came into His life. I love her for making Him happy, but I loved my shampoo as well!! A small part that reminds me that I am still female and that I have my needs!

Mirrors washed, shower/tub scrubbed and new towels put out. Toilet paper roll in good standing and the toilet cleaned. finally, the slave water dish is also put back in the room. The entire Master suite is now ready for use by a Master and hopefully His lucky slave.

My bedroom is always in proper order and clean. I do need to change the sheets when I change the sheets in the Master bedroom. Master Chase had used me a couple of times and I did have handprints on the closet mirror I needed to remove.

This time, since Her friend stayed with us for a week, I need to clean the guest room as well. sheets, towels and to scrub the bathroom spotless.

This time, there was a little interruption to my cleaning duties. While I was cleaning the guest bedroom, Master-Sir came in and his cock was already out of his pants and hard. He was looking for a hole to use.

He was talking to Miss Tina/The Pretty Brunette on the phone and was sexually excited. He had me get on all fours, head down and to spread my legs. He simply knelt between my legs and shoved His cock into my pussy and started to fucked it hard and fast, never stopping His conversation with Her or speaking a word to me.

Having that big Butt Plug made it more difficult to get His cock in. Pushing in and I tried to push back and block out the pain from the butt plug. My ass was already fully stretch and sore. His cock in my pussy added to the feelings and the new pains. He never stopped fucking my hole. I was just there to be a hole. A cum Dump, nothing more.

When He finally filled me with His cum, I was enjoying the fullness and the warm feeling. He ended my pleasure quickly pulling out then pulled my hair so I turned around to suck His cock clean. He never stopped talking to her. Once He was clean and soft, He pointed to wear some of His cum leaked out and hit the floor. As I licked it up, He left the room and sent me back to cleaning.. (smiles)

After that, I will remove a few candles, get some plants moved out of the way and get it back looking like a Man lives here, not a happy couple. She left some ladies’ magazines and a few other little things around the house I collected. There is a special box in the kitchen where I place the stuff she leaves behind.

Otherwise, that is the only change to my house cleaning routine. It’s getting the house back to being His house. His mansion His castle.

He Also Told Me That After Cleaning His Bedroom, That I will be sleeping with Him Again!

Hope you enjoyed the little look into my slave life.

The Pretty Brunette Wants a New Name

August 10, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

After almost five years of posts where I mention my Owner’s girlfriend as she liked to be called from the start, “The Pretty Brunette” because she is a very beautiful, tall, and absolutely gorgeous brunette. She is pretty! She wants a new name. She said she wants a new name to help me, the house slave.

I called her that from the beginning and she enjoyed the title. I did that because she is just that. A pretty brunette. Actually pretty doesn’t do her justice, but it sounded nice to me. She is actually beautiful as a human being as well as a lady. And she is gorgeous in her natural brunette hair. Yes, the carpet matches the drapes!

She has stunning good looks that stop men and women in their tracks and can cause some to take a double look as they pass her. As well, she has the mannerisms of a lady with a giant heart of gold and loves living her life. She is a beautiful person I am fortunate enough to have in my life.

Master-Sir has always liked that I refer to her in that way as well. The Pretty Brunette. She is more beautiful than I ever could imagine and He deserves to have someone like her on His arm, in His bed, and in His life. Leaving me to be nothing more than a cleanup tool for their sexual escapades as well as a toy they can fuck with however they want. Knowing that as His property, i am not leaving and I am there for His pleasures, use, and abuse. By proxy, she gets to have the same access to me as he has. To use me and abuse me for her pleasures, knowing it will please Him to know she is enjoying the opportunity.

After the week or so with her Friend here, and seeing her blossom into a new woman with real ideas for life outside of work. To see how we get along or how I like to have another slave girl in the mix. or maybe it was just how well we got along. That inspired me to write a little more than usual. The Pretty Brunette enjoyed watching me help her friend.

Yes, I know I am rambling. I am sorry for that. But its just what is rolling out of my head as I type!

After serving her and my Owner breakfast, she had me kneeling on the floor between them. They were talking about the latest update from her friend’s travel. The Pretty Brunette was hand-feeding me her scraps and commenting on my friendship with her and how well I behaved with her here.

She decided it was time for a change in her relationship with me and this blog. She wanted to make an update and asked. yes, The Pretty Brunette asked me, the house slave, if she could choose another name to be called on here? She wanted it to be more informative as to her role in my/our life as well as easier for me to type. I had to agree, it would be nice to have something simple to type when talking about her.

I said that is not up to me, it’s up to her and maybe even Master-Sir to decide. This is my blog, but I do follow His guidelines on protecting our privacy. She did not want anything Master or Mistress related. So they talked about the names I gave other people in my life that I mention. The Pretty Brunette was not interested in anything difficult and just wanted a simpler name to be known by. Together, they brainstormed several ideas. Finally, they had one they both agreed to that reflected something in her and He approved the name change.

Effective Today. The Pretty Brunette will be known as Miss Tina.

Thats it, thats my news, Have a happy Monday and looking forward to my next post…

Monday with The Friend

August 6, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

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.

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