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She Called Red

August 1, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

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…

Too Much, Too Little, Unloading

July 31, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

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.

My Friend, The Friend, I’m Ok

July 30, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I lost my first and most dearest slave sister. She was an important person in my life and my journey would never have been this far or this deep had I not met her or her owner. No matter the circumstances, no matter the pain, He owned her and she loved being Owned by Him. I guess that is how some may see my life. Too much for them, But it is my Life! I will respect yours if you respect mine.

Read: my first slave sister is gone

I am one of those people who believe all people come into your world for a special reason and they leave your life when they have served their purpose. We may not know what that purpose was, but they served it and they move on. She has moved on at a time one someone else has entered it and they seem to need me to guide them into their new journey. Hmmm… Timing?

Thankfully Master-Sir knows me as well as He does and knows that I needed to wash my emotions, live the emotions, and then I needed to move on. To do so, I want to be used hard. Not just serve, or to be whipped hard or even fucked until I scream. I need to fall deeply into a project, a need, a service. Just as I needed to be used hard after our little night out and my issues involving that scenario.

In all the attention my Owner was showing me, while His girlfriend was here, I thought it would be a problem for her. The Pretty Brunette was offering to sacrifice her limited time here with My Owner, so that He could step back and deal with His slave. So that i could have our time to reconnect. I was being needy, to be used by Him, have sex, then get Him back to His wonderful life with her. I am in a desperate need to ask for her forgiveness, for stealing time from her, from Him and I know that would happily suffer any punishment she decides I needed for my being so needy.

Read: Master, slave talk, Have Sex

Then we get the information about my slave sister committing suicide and the emotional fallout from that. The fallout, my following cry-fest was short and I was allowed to stay in my bedroom for almost the entire day to let it all out of my system. Joined occasionally by my Owner and his other friend from Phoenix who now lives here. To me, I went too long and needed to get out and to get into some heavy service. I needed to be used.

So with all that playing in my head, it was followed by the news that my job is being changed to part-time for the remainder of the summer. Instead of laying off a large chunk of the office staff, they are offering a few “essential” workers to rotate and have more time off. I will work Monday to Wednesday only. Master-Sir tried not to smile too much when He saw that notice. Knowing that right now I needed to be used heavily and not be allowed for my mind to wander like it would if I was at work 5 days a week.

Hi smile came from the fact that with Him and The Pretty Brunette were working their respective jobs from our home and they could really use a full-time slave most days to run errands, serve them drinks and snacks and keep them occupied when needing a break..

Her Friend

The Pretty Brunette has a sexy and beautiful friend visiting here from San Diego and as I shared earlier, she is enjoying watching me be a slave. In her dreams, she wants to be “me” in the worst ways possible. yet she has fears because of how deep I am going, fears about her job, and her executive life in San Diego if she were to come clean with what she wants to others..

The friend, only had planned ot stay here a few days, say hello to The Pretty Brunette and see this man she apparently keeps talking about at the office. The plan was for he to leave here on Wednesday or Thursday, then drive east to visit family. Hopeing to enjoy the summer some place cooler.

When she learned of me, feeding her pent up dreams, and all the drama that was now my life, she decided to stay a little longer and “help out.” Maybe investigate this hidden fantasy she had and enjoy more of the romantic time she had that first night with The Pretty Brunette. I had not known, but Master-Sir and I had suspected that when we found them asleep, naked in each other’s arms, there may be more to that story.

The Friend has found reasons to stay behind when the other two go out for work errands or just to go for coffee and get away from the “office” and she spends that time with me. Kneeling or sitting on the floor, I am naked and she has begun to be topless around me when we have these little slave life chats!

I see her as maybe, in some small way, the reason my slave sister has moved on. To leave me on my own and take what I had learned, pass it on to others. Like my new “The Friend” and her dreams. I hope I can live up to what I had followed and pass it forward with pride and honor.

To Note: Please know that I know that The Pretty Brunette, The Friend, and others I know, read this blog. They have no influence over what I write. we will often talk after it published to get their feedback or commentary. and, Yes, I have everyone’s permission to tell the stories that I am telling here. Only the names are changed to protect the kinky.

The Morning After

July 27, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

After my Date Night with my Owner, we came home to find that The Pretty Burnett and her friend from work, had called it an evening and curled up in the guest bedroom together. Peeking into the guest bedroom door, we saw two naked bodies wrapped in each other’s arms. Leaving Master-Sir and I to sleep together in His bed.

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The Morning After

After waking up my Owner and getting Him started with His shower, I went down to start His breakfast. I wasn’t sure if I was making it for Him, or Him plus one or plus 2. I went with just one. Him.

As I was doing the prep and my morning routine of getting the coffee, empty the dishwasher, etc… The work friend (known as “The Friend” from now on) came out of the guest bedroom alone. It was like one of those scenes you see in a movie with the lover coming out of the bedroom. Skinny, pretty little thing with her too pert breasts in the open and wearing only bikini briefs and her Man’s work shirt. Except she was only wearing a work shirt was wide open and nothing more. She had a nicely trimmed runway below.

She saw me and smiled. I asked her if she needed a fresh cup of coffee? She nodded. As I served her, she sat on the barstool and stared at me with a smile. Like a guilty cat smile. I asked if she was wanting to get The Pretty Brunett one as well? She told me she was still “dead to the world” .That it was just us two right now. Meaning there was a question coming.

She just came out and asked if I was “really” submissive to my husband and how do I deal with them being lovers? Ok! Well first, I needed her to define “submissive to my husband.” She told me that The Pretty Brunette didn’t get into specifics, but said that he and I had a “kinky master/slave relationship. So you allowed Him to have a girlfriend?”

Yikes!! time to be open and honest. Shock the friend and send her home quickly… In this situation, I know from past experience that I am allowed to be open and to be honest. And so I explained it to her. I am His slave. Better yet, I am now beyond being a slave. I am His property. He Owns Me! What does that mean? It means I am His to do with as He pleases and that He never has to really worry about me saying “NO!” or what I think. It’s nice that he often does, but as my Owner, He doesn’t have to. He Owns Me! Di I leave anything out??

With that statement, I got a real big smile from her as she leaned in more across the counter to hear the rest. Her reply to my opening my heart and pouring it all out was simply: “and??”

And?? So, we are married for legal reasons, otherwise, He is my Lord and Master. When I told her that I gave Him my ownership, that I consented to a non-consent relationship, I thought she was going to hug me to death! She was now on the edge of her seat and as close to me as she could without kissing me. So I went on. To be clear, I never “allowed” Him to have a girlfriend. I don’t have that right. He just has girlfriends. I am there, as His slave to serve Him and if that means i serve her, then I will serve her. But I never “Allowed” Him to do anything!

Surprising, she was all ears. I mean I never have seen a woman more interested in what I had to say before in my life!

Her Hidden Fantasy

She confessed that she loves it when she has a man who can take charge, Own the moment and “Own Me”. But she wants her demanding career as well. She wants to be the woman she is on the outside but admittedly craves what I have on the inside. So I explained to her my career(s) and that I do have that, sort of. She could too.

She loves that San Diego has some great BDSM outlets and clubs that have BDSM themes. So it’s a little more in the open there. However she hates that because to her its all “show and tell”. Not much substance from what she has experienced. being in the executive levels, you also have to be careful of who you fall for and what you experience in public. Yea, I know THAT feeling!

She went on to say that she got a little jealous when The Pretty Brunette started to open up about her relationship with Her man, my Owner. She was asking that I not read her the wrong way, but she really would love to have something like I have. She was not sure of the depth of it, she could not be THAT much of a slave, but the thought of being Owned, being loved, and living for “Him” excites her. if she was to be honest with me.

I was really beginning to enjoy our little slave to female conversation. I love when I get to have this kind of a conversation with another female. Letting them know it is possible to be a slave in this moderne world and have a working life int he outside world while having that slave role in the private life.

To look at me and how deep into I am is not right. She needs to know that even I did not plan to be this deep in my submission but it happened and I’m glad it happened. So don’t use me as a measuring stick. I’m a little out of the normal range and in a different situation. Everyone’s relationship and the depth of submission will be different.

I was blessed. with time, trust and open communication, here I am “living beyond my dreams”

She went on to talk about how much she hates that when she goes looking online, she keeps meeting men who want her to Dom them. In the business world, the executives she meets, all want to be subtle, yet let her know she “could” be more than just a sales rep. We shared that moment. I hate men who are submissive and Yes, my favorite male slave is my best friend. But I hate that He is a slave!

It was nice that she enjoyed hearing the details of my morning routines. I showed her my bathroom in the garage and she fell in love with the idea of the slave (her) not being able to enjoy the beautiful bathrooms I maintain in the house, but can only use this one small one with the open door and clear shower curtain. I asked and she agreed, to enjoy breakfast with my Owner. She will see more of my morning routine and that may change her mind. She doubted me on that. She was just in heaven hearing about being a slave.

Breakfast is Served

Master-Sir entered the kitchen like on cue. He smiled, kissed me and greeted our guest with a smile and asked if she enjoyed the scenery? Or maybe it was too much for her. She and I both smiled as she told my Owner she was indeed enjoying the scenery of a properly trained and very polite slave. She was envious of Him. Something she has never seen before but had read about in romance novels and now knows it can be real. Hint, Hint….

Setting the plates, she noticed only two and questioned about me? I smiled and put my finger to my mouth in an “Shhhh” signal. She sat down on one side of the table, Master-Sir sat in His usual spot. I served them the food then knelt in my spot. Her looks down at me were priceless.

When Master-Sir fed me His first piece of food with His hand, I thought she was going to lose control. Maybe even have a little orgasmic moment. But she held herself together. Smiled and moaned a little bit. My owner took it as a bad sign and questioned her feelings. “Too much slave stuff for you? ” He asked. she smiled, i smiled as she was careful in her response. Saying that she was enjoying seeing this “unique” relationship that her best friend has introduced her to. Yes, Nice!

I told my owner that “she knows and she approves 100%” I filled Him in on her asking about who i was. Not to give away her secret, but to let Him know that she was told of who I am (slave) and who He is to me (owner). And yes, she really has come to like what she sees 100%. “She knows that I am here to serve her as well because it is what the house wench does with the Master’s guests. Correct Master-Sir?” Master-Sir smiled as He handed me another piece of food to eat.

That’s when a few light bulbs come on in her head. She pointed to the dog dish in the kitchen and commented about why she hasn’t seen any dogs or cats in the house. “Nope, Just one Bitch slave,” said my Owner. And I smiled.

We started to hear some noises from the guest bedroom. The Friend buttoned up her shirt as we realized The Pretty Brunnette was waking up. Master-Sir sent me in with a cup of coffee to make sure she didn’t need anything. I was happy to do so but worried about what her mood would be. I know letting the lowly slave have Her Man for a night wasn’t an easy thing for her do let happen.

Entering The Female’s Den

Knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, i was slow and cautious. I saw her in the bathroom, so I knelt at the bedside. Holding her fresh cup of coffee. she took it, smiled, and even thanked me. she asked if I enjoyed the night with my Owner. I thanked her for the night and expressed my apologies knowing it took time away from them. She smiled and said it was worth the sacrifice.. She told me that she had a “really wonderful night with her friend” smiles, smiles, smiles…

Handing me her clothes from the night before, she told me to follow her upstairs so she could get ready for the day. I did as she commanded. Walking through the living room, she stopped to say hello, kissed my Owner and Her friend, then we went upstairs.

When we were alone again, all she wanted to hear was the sexual parts of the night. How He teased, me, used me and what did I enjoy about it? I remained humble in my explanations, reminding her that i know my place and know it was a very special night and that I will be ignored the rest of the time she is here. While I enjoy pleasing them and whatever they need from me. Letting her know that I was well pleasured last night and the problem is resolved, I am now ready and committed to serving them in any way I can for the next couple of weeks. I was doing Good! She laughed as she sent me downstairs to get her breakfast started.

After they all had breakfast, the scraps were put into my dish as Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette went out to the patio. Her friend wanted to stay in the house and talk “with the slave”. So I answered her question before she asked it. Yes, the food in the bowl is mine to eat. Nothing more. She smiled. I cleaned up the kitchen, sensing she wanted to help, but I would not let her. I freshened her coffee cup then went out to make sure my Owner and His lady were doing ok. They were. They were discussing last night and that led them to an early morning fucking in the pool. The friend and I watched from inside the kitchen as we continued to talk.

The call from The Pretty Brunnette to her Friend to come out and join them in the pool ended the conversation as she watched me grab fresh coffee as she followed me out to serve them. She did what was expected. Got naked and join her friend as well as my Owner in the pool. I spent the day serving the three with snacks, food, and a little sexual playtime clean up duties.

Nothing more was said about my date with my Owner or the sex that we had. The problem was stated, it was discussed, it was solved and life went on.

I am a very loved slave and my place in His life is very secure. I see it all as a wonderful learning opportunity for me as well as I am sure it was for Him. The Friend has decided to spend the next few days with them before she needs to head east to visit her family. So that will keep life here a little more interesting for at least the rest of the week!

Master & Slave Talk. Have Sex

July 26, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

I know, not an original way to start a blog post and the title is pretty boring. A Master talks with His slave then has sex with His slave. Ok? But this was not a normal talk and the sex was pretty amazing considering the circumstances. Some may say after reading this that it was “Pity Sex” the Master had for His slave. I don’t care. it was sex, it was great and we enjoyed it together!

All of this came after I made my last post about Missing Him. By the time I was able to finish the post and make it go live, we had already had a small discussion on its topic and He agreed that we would have a date night out to discuss it. I felt bad because He was really enjoying His time with the Pretty Brunette, and I did not mean to interrupt her visit for Him to tend to me. But I needed some time to talk with Him or I was going to go really bat-shit crazy on Him! Making it into a date night was His idea. So I could not say No?

Thank You to the Pretty Brunette

She did have a really bad Friday at her work. So I know she was really wanting to spend a wonderful evening by the pool with a few friends and Her Man, my Owner. She sacrificed all that so this lowly slave could have some special time with her Owner to discuss her supposed mental health. Just for the record, I never expected it to end with sex. However, it was very much appreciated and welcomed!

So on Friday evening, while it was still a warm 110 degrees out at 5pm, He had me wear a simple white sundress, a black colored bra that would show thru and my sandals. He surprised me with a beautiful floppy beach sunhat to wear. Making it kind of a carefree evening feel. He even made the reservations at our favorite restaurant on the Strip, the Peppermill. And He drove! I was not sure what He was expecting, but I was not expecting all of this.

The Pretty brunette made it a point to please enjoy ourselves and for me to be nice to her man. But to enjoy the evening.. She was going to have a quiet night poolside with a lady friend who is in town from her office.

we arrived in record time since traffic to the Strip is now light and easy. After being seated and ordering, I had Him read my last post. I really wasn’t sure if this would be the place to do it, but it worked out because we were alone in a corner booth and the social distancing they have in place made it very romantic and private. It helped that we had our usual waitress who leaves us alone a lot more then she would a normal tourist couple.

Master and Slave Connect Again

He assured me I was not being the spoiled slave. He reminded me of the times in bed He put the rubber bands on my boobs, made me sleep or try to sleep with a big anal plug as well as other torturous things He did to me in that bed and elsewhere. So I was not being spoiled. Well cared for? Maybe. But certainly not spoiled.

The quarantine that we are experiencing here in Las Vegas mixed with the other issues surrounding Las Vegas, the resorts, our lives, and the business side of life, has put a lot of pressure on Him and apparently me too. The emotions are not being well cared for or properly fed. So He understood where my issues were coming from.

I was allowed to leave the table to use the ladies’ room. On return, I had to show Him I was not wearing panties and even a time to flash Him my bra. He was making this a love/hate dinner date that was driving me crazy with laughter, fun, and serious discussions all at the same time… We were actually getting a lot of things sorted out that maybe neither of us realized was building up inside our relationship.

In the end, He promised to keep up the erotic torture. He promised to keep up the humiliation in asking friends to just use me as a cum-dump. He promised to watch me more closely to know when I am having an emotional issue. He also promised to punish me if I ever let an issue get this bad. That I need to be more open (?) with my own issues and to understand that even after all these years, I can be a bad slave and I can fail Him sometimes. That maybe I need to fail Him to know I am still human.

To stop being so serious in my dedication. He wants to learn more as well as to read me better in my emotions and my needs. We both need to grow more together. He acknowledged that maybe after all these years, He grew into just accepting my ways and my perfections. He told me that He needs to stop, look, and evaluate a little more closely more often. I am, after all, His pet, His prized property. A little more e observation on His part, He thinks is needed.

After dinner, a nice drive down the Strip to see the lights and the fountain show then home. Along the way, he made sure I was naked in the car and His cock was in my hand or in my mouth. Mostly in my mouth as we went home.

Home is Home

Pulling into the driveway, he opened my door and I walked naked into the garage then into the house. Not caring if anyone saw me. I was enjoying the time with my Owner being His slave. i almost forgot what caused this issue that led to a dinner date and me naked again!

The Pretty Brunette was in the pool with her beautiful friend, they both were enjoying the pool naked as Master-sir made introductions and I was sent for a round of drinks. As I sat in the shallow end of the pool, they frolicked, talked and enjoyed each other’s company for a few minutes. But Master-Sir apparently had other ideas. He ordered me to my bedroom. Immediately.

As I knelt on the floor beside my bed, not sure what i did to be ordered here or what punishment i may be in for. I heard Him come up the stairs and into my room. He cam ein, locked the door behind Him and started to play some smooth jazz. I was told to light some candles as He removed His clothing and lay on the bed.

I was lost, unsure what He had planned so i asked if i needed to get out the paddles? he told me no. He was there to fuck His slave. His cock was starting to grow hard as he ordered me to suck Him. That soon led to me being allowed to mount Him. To be on top. A position I rarely get to enjoy and consider it a reward for good behavior or something like that. I have nothing to be rewarded for, and asked why? He didn’t seem to mind as I did as told me to shut up and enjoy the ride. I did! Oh did I enjoy the ride. He even allowed me to have an orgasm before he came inside me.

He Loved Me

Then what were dim lights were changed to darkness and He changed positions so I could suck His cock clean. I was very kind and very slow in my worshiping of His cock. wanting to make sure He was properly clean and soft and ready for anything else. Then we cuddled. No other clean up, no going for a hot towel. Just his cock go cleaned and he pulled me to His side and wrapped His arms around my waste. I felt His fingers find my nipples as he twisted them a little. then nothing but His body against mine and hearing His soft rhythmic breathing.

Next thing i knew, it was 2am and the whole house was dark.. Master-Sir suddenly woke up and realized he needed to use the bathroom. Instead, He decided to use my mouth, before I realized i needed to use the bathroom. I got in my position on the floor and let His cock fill my mouth with his warm stream. Then as he pulled away, i was given permission to go downstairs and pee as well as wash my mouth out before returning.

When I returned, he kissed me and told me to follow Him into the Master bedroom. i was to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the floor on His side of the bed. Instead, we found the Master bed open. empty. Master-Sir went to the guest room and found the two ladies wrapped in each others arms and sleeping soundly.

Master-Sir whispered to me that I needed to be extra nice to them in the morning as he invited me to sleep with Him in His bed. where He fucked me again. He hasn’t been that horny for me in ages. Years maybe! I need to look. However, I was told not to read anything into it. He reminded me that He still has a nicer, tighter pussy to fuck for at least another 10 days. Yes, to be loved again while still be reminded of what your proper place in His life. I thanked Him for the honor and enjoyed the feeling of being loved as He wrapped Himself around me and fell asleep again.

I am Loved. I am Owned and I am Happy.

She Is Coming!

July 17, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

This morning as I was giving Master-Sir His morning oral worship, He received a phone call from the Pretty Brunette, asking if He has room for her for two weeks? As if He will say no to his beautiful girlfriend! She hasn’t been here for over two months and they are both in need of some serious sexual one-on-one therapy!

He put her call on speakerphone towards the end, so she could tell “That Bitch Slave better get busy and to get her things ready for the visit. That house better be in sparkling clean and proper order. I am in need of some serious home time with my man” She also made it clear that she will be here for work as well. But like Master-Sir, most of the work will be remote. From here. meaning I will have two happy and very sadistic Masters to serve plus my regular job for at least two weeks!

Hinging up the phone, master Sir hard fucked my face, getting His cock to ready for Her. I happily and hungrily swallowed everything He tried to choke me with as He was telling me how happy this made Him and how the weekend just got a lot better for Him.

After I cleaned His cock, He pushed me to the floor, telling me I better get my ass downstairs and start getting things ready before I needed to leave for work. I had a lot of things to do and I needed to get them done ASAP. She will be here later tonite.

She Runs The House

The Pretty Brunnet is very beautiful, I may even say sexy. When I was trying to think of a code name to use for her in my blog, She told me to use The Pretty Brunette. So if there is ever one person who makes me feel so inferior to be with my Owner that I want to hide, it would be her. She is truly a well put together work of erotic art and self dominance. She is a woman who knows what she wants, how she wants it, and when she wants it. So much like my owner. Maybe that’s why they get along so well and can have such long and passionate sex sessions! She also never does anything cheap or fast, Its the best or it’s not going to happen.

The house has to be made up Her way. Since it is normally essentially a bachelor’s house most of the time, when she is here, she wants to add some femininity to it. Her way! That’s what I need to work on before she gets here.

When she started to spend time here, I was made to change hair shampoo and body wash because she used the same brand. And the Mistress of the House can’t be using the same thing the slave of the house uses. even if the Mistress would never see the slave shower, she would know that I was using “Her” stuff and THAT was not going to be allowed. Oh, that caused a huge disagreement with my Owner and myself. We really had some spirited talks about that as well as some serious punishments for me not immediately obeying. In the end, I, of course, went with the cheaper brands when she is not here.

She even has her own pillow and loves a certain set of sheets on the bed. Master-Sir could care less about pillows and sheets, but I am there to make Him happy and that means I have to make Her happy. So sheets change and I dig out her pillow. The only thing that is a reminder of me that is allowed in the Master bedroom is our wedding picture and a picture of me being whipped on the cross. Two framed pieces of our relationship. anything else that even hints of another female, is banished and I put up two large photos of her and Him on the dresser as well as a few other personal things of hers that are kept here.

Getting to have my two images staying in the Master bedroom was a major battle. Not anything disrespectful, i would never disobey my Owner’s wishes. But I really wanted something of me to be in that room at all times. I was His slave who lived there full time and served Him. I really made an argument on why I thought they needed to be there after removing everything else of mine/ours from the room. I think it was after I accepted some painful floggings and caning for my actions, that He saw my deep desire and need for them. So He finally accepted them over her loud objections.

My Men in the Morning

This being Friday, i was supposed to work a half-day and it was a day that Master Chase was going to be stopping by. He told Master-sir yesterday that He was on a half-day and if He could take the slave to work? That meant I needed to set another plate for breakfast and have another cock to suck before going to work on top of everything else going thru my head about The Pretty Brunette ‘s arrival. So I was probably more of a nervous wreck then I thought. Master Chase kind of laughed as I was trying to keep everything flowing properly when He arrived.

After serving my two men their breakfast, i knelt on the floor beside them. Master-Sir was talking about how she was going to be here for at least two weeks. She is normally here a few days, maybe a week to ten days. this will be a long stay. so needed to set up another desk. Master Chase was worried about me. Since I will be sexually ignored even more now with her here. He promised that He will try to find ways to use and abuse me more while my Owner is with His girlfriend.

Master Chase was especially hungry today. Normally He feeds me about half His meal. This morning, He put His plate on the floor and it was almost empty. not much for me to lick. Master-Sir was enjoying hand feeding me a little more today then the past few days. I enjoy seeing His hand with scraps in it as He pets me and tells me to be a good Bitch slave.

After they were done and I cleaned up the table, master-Sir kissed me goodbye and headed to His office, telling me he will try and not make too much of mess before I get home. Smiling, i thanked Him and kissed His feet.

Master Chase followed me upstairs for me to dress for work. Fridays He likes to dress me a little sluttier than normal if a fluffy slave can be slutty and professional. the dress was my white with yellow flowers. Comes down to the knees. Master-Sir had me alter it to show off more cleavage then it was made for. The backside can, if the light hits it, show that I am not wearing panties. I am allowed to wear a bra and Master Chase chose the bright yellow one to accent the flowers on the dress and it offers me no support. So when I move too fast or hard, my boobs will bounce an jiggle. Making me have to walk slow and deliberate all day.

I was able as I cleaned up breakfast and walked upstairs to my bedroom, to change a few things out for hHer arrival and set things the way she wants them. Making my life a little easier for me this afternoon.

Master Chase was in a very playful mood and since His lady is having her monthly friend, He wanted to fuck my pussy after I was properly dressed. I asked to get naked first and He said no. Ordering me on the floor on all fours. Lifting my skirt, he just pushed His cock in and started to fuck me with a rough and forceful way. Apparently he was really in the need for just a cum dump. Just get on all fours, lift my skirt and he fucked my sloppy pussy. Once he finished fucking me, i quickly turned around to suck his cock clean. Trying to not get anything on my dress. I sucked His cock clean and put back in His pants as He was already standing up to leave.

My bathroom is in the garage and so i had a quick moment to wipe my pussy clean before getting into His truck and off to work. My mind was just so scattered that He had to remind me to get naked before I get in the truck. His fast and hard fucking my pussy was enough to get me to edge but I was not allowed to cum. This just was not going to be a good day for me!!

Thankfully my Boss just wanted me to close some records, move a few things from one drive to another and make some files available for some other departments. Things I could do form my desk, be left alone, and not worry about the juices running from my pussy, people seeing the wet spot and my needing to be used again.

Afternoon Details

Back at home before noon. I was able to get the candles out, swap out some of the pool towels, get her lotions where she likes them, and make a few other adjustments to make the house a little more feminine. She will want to go out for dinner. So the kitchen will not be needed. Master -Sir was not able to keep His part of the house clean. work had Him digging into cabinets, pulling out paper reports, and general office mess I was also expected to clean up.

He also wanted me to run His car to the gas station, fill up with gas, and get it washed. thankfully the men at the station know me and they do it all for me if I flash them my tits. The manager also gets a private blowjob while I wait for the car wash.

in a recent chat on one of my slave groups, someone asked when was the last time you swallowed cum? I was the only one to answer that I can’t remember the last day when I didn’t have a cock in my mouth at least once! Today i am going on three cocks and its not even dinner time!

She Arrives

I always feel sorry for her when she has to drive here on a Friday. The traffic, even now with the virus and all that, its a mess and she arrives all frazzled, nervous and in need of a relaxation drink and a foot massage out by the pool.. All from her lover’s personal slave. me!

I have never wanted to or even had as a limit was be with other females. But she just has that presence about her that makes me want to drop to my knees and kiss those beautiful toes of hers and to obey her commands. With the approval and direction of my owner, of course.

The Pleasures of Her Pain

Since the lockdown and all that, she and m Owner have had many wonderful virtual sexual sessions. For my Owner, He used my tight ass as if it were Her pussy. He used my holes frequently when He thought of her. I was being well cared for, being used often by Him for many things sexual and domestic and I was enjoying it after a 90 day period where he only used my mouth.

Now, I must get ready for another long spell of being sexually ignored. while she is here and I know her period has already happened, Master-Sir will not have any need for me sexually . Only for His morning urinal and for cleaning them up after sex. The only two times I will be enjoying His cock. Maybe an occasional morning blowjob during breakfast, but I doubt it. She will be His focus for all things sexual for the next two weeks if not longer.

Times like this have never been easy for me. i want him to use me for something. He will have others use me as a way to get me to calm down and refocus. But its His cock that fills me. I know when its His, its real and it has emotional meaning. Others are there to use me for a cum dump, nothing more. he knows that I will serve them faithfully, obediently, and with a smile. But I will be wanting them to be His cock.

Tonight

Right now, they are off for a romantic dinner someplace off the Strip. then they will come home, cuddle up and probably watch a movie. I will be at His side with fresh drinks and snacks. After the movie, if the usual pattern stays true., they will adjourn upstairs to the Master Bedroom for some long makeup sex. i will be outside, only able to listen to their animal noises until called up on to serve them drinks.

When told to, I first suck His cock clean of Her juices. Worshipping it until he goes soft. Then He will pull me from Hsi cock and push my face into her well-manicured pussy. She will verbally command me to lick Her to another series of orgasms as I try to taste and lick every once of Master-Sir’s cum from her. Then I will be sent off to my room, where she may lock the door so I can not leave until morning. They will fall to sleep in each other’s arms while I try to get some sleep thinking all about what I am missing. .

I know, I am His slave. She is His lover and He deserves to have a beautiful woman like her to romance and have mad passionate sex with. I will be here to serve as needed. Hurting and watching. Wondering and wanting. Obedient and faithful.

He Used Me For Her

June 25, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yesterday I was upstairs in Master’s bedroom cleaning. I heard Him talking on the phone as He was coming up the stairs. From the conversation I heard, I knew He was talking to Her. The Pretty Brunette.

She lives most of her time in Southern California and got caught up in the lockdown/quarantine there. So, she has not had any opportunity to come for a visit. Master-Sir really misses that and so do I.

She is a beautiful woman inside as well as out. Intelligent like no other. She is tall, statuesque with perk, pointy tits. Unlike my large saggy ones. She never leaves the house unless she is dressed to impress. Yes,, maybe a spoiled beauty queen. Or as we call them in Las Vegas, Arm Charm. But with brains and an executive position. She can talk on any subject intelligently with anyone. She has the pose of a beauty queen and in private, can be one of the kinkiest, sex starved people I have ever met.

If there was ever a time my Owner should abandon me and take up with a real woman, she would be the one I would have expected to lose Him to. But she tells me who would serve them breakfast and handle her dry cleaning??

She is also the only woman Master-Sir has ever dated, who took the time to show me how she likes her pussy pampered. How, after they have hot, steamy sex, she likes her pussy gently licked thoroughly clean. To be kissed and worshipped down there. How, even when they are not having sex, she wants her pussy to be properly worshiped by me.

He was talking about me to her. I knew what that meant. He was going to need a tight hole to fuck and pretend it was really her beautiful, tight pussy He was enjoying.

I like as much as I hate these moments. Simultaneously think about the pain as well as the pleasure that is about to come to me. More the pain of the verbal humiliation. She loves to play the mind games with me while He enjoys the pleasures of using me for her. They are the perfect team.

Also the pain in knowing that it has been 69 days since the last time He really used my pussy for sex, not just a primer for other things. Several of His friends have used my pussy for sex in those days. Or as a cum dump in that time. But that is not the same as having your Owner use your pussy for His sexual pleasures. The feeling is different.

As he walked into the room, He commented to her that He found me in His bedroom, on the floor, on all fours. “My slave is already in place to be fucked” He remarked to her. A moment of silence as He listened to her reply. “Her sloppy pussy is always wet when she knows I am about to use her. “

He continued His verbal humiliation as He snapped His fingers at me, signaling me to stay on all fours as He unbuckled His pants and began to undress while still talking to her.

“Yes, Bill, Chase and I think Lonny has fucked her pussy. They just needed a quick hole to use and so I told them to use her. “ Master-Sir is right. Bill’s wife was on her period and hates anything sexual during that week or so. He finds that she is turned off by it to be arousing and likes to fuck my pussy. He likes the bonus of being able to get a quick blowjob whenever He wants.

Master Chase is in between girlfriends and just needs a wet pussy to fuck often. Lonny hasn’t had sex with His wife all year. So any sloppy wet hole He can fuck will make Him happy. Especially one who sucks His cock clean afterward and lets Him play with her saggy full tits while she does it.

I heard some laughing on her side when He asked me when was the last time He fucked me? I told Him “69 days, Sir” . Apparently knowing exactly how many days since the last time the man you love fucked your pussy was to laugh about. He continued talking to her. “Now sweetheart, why would I want to fuck that old sloppy thing when I have your beautiful pussy to enjoy?” Yes, I always wondered that as well. “Shit, I bet I could put my entire fist up that thing right now and she would hardly feel it!” followed by a smiling laugh. I know she found that to be hysterical.

She likes to make fun of the fact that I have a fat, sloppy pussy and hers is always tight.. Well-shaped and beautiful to look at and to lick my Owners juices from. To be fair, He has fisted me several times over the years and I always had powerful orgasms from them. It was not as easy as he made it sound, but He would never be able to do that with her pussy.

I was getting myself ready for the sympathy fuck. He puts the phone down in the cradle on the bedside so He can see her on video chat, I put my head down so she doesn’t see me. Master-Sir will stick His hard cock into my pussy to get it wet. Make me moan before pulling out and pushing it in my ass for a tight fuck that is a cheap resemblance to what it must be like to have His cock in her pussy.

Today tho, He stays on my pussy. Telling me to “fuck it”. I can hear her smiling and cheering Him on as I start to move forward and backward in little strokes. Wanting to enjoy the feeling of my Owner’s cock in me. Not wanting to ride it too far and have it fall out. My Owner is enjoying the wetness and the warmth as He tells her.

I know from what she is talking, she is fingering her pussy right now. I always told her that she would make a great phone sex worker if she ever needed another job!

She was asking if His cock can feel “that sloppy wet hole”. He does and I do. I am starting to pant. Starting to enjoy the feeling of His cock in my pussy and want to get greedy. My eyes are closed tight and I know she can hear my heavy breathing.

As I am getting that wonderful, warm feeling He pulls all the way out and tells me to stop. To Stop! I want to cry, I want to beg for more. Instead, I sigh and put my head down, reach back with both hands to open my ass up for His cruel pleasure.

I hear her sweet voice turn cold “Please sweetheart, don’t be gentle just for me. I want it rough” In sex phone language, that means He will make it rough on me and she wants to know that He was not being gentle in any form. He smiles as I feel His magnificent cock head touch the opening to my ass and it puckers. Knowing the pain He is about to cause me.

“No pleasure for you slave. Take it and enjoy it” He was talking directly at me and letting me know that He wants to know I did not enjoy what He was about to do and He was right.

I was wanting a gentle start as His large cock pushed past that tight muscle ring. but she and He both wanted to hear the slave scream in pain as if I was being cruel sodomized. Forced to accept His cock.

Once He had His cock where He wanted it to be, there was no mercy. He just pushed straight in and leaned His entire body onto mine. I felt the cock push past the tight ring muscle. Invading the tight tunnel without mercy.

Sending me forward and my eyes filled with stars, red core pulses, and dreams as I let out a loud painful moan and hiss as I tried to stay in place.

He was doing what a good Master should and ignoring my pain as He raped my ass with all His might. More so than usual and he really went to work on it. He pulled almost all the way out just as fast as He went in.

I could feel the tip of His cock right under the muscle ring, right where it hurts the worse. Then in a deep breath, He told Her He was going to do it again just as hard. She went into orbit as if He had just fucked her pussy to near orgasm.

The Pretty Brunette was hitting her highs with her pussy as well as He was hammering me without mercy. I was moaning in pain and some pleasure as I enjoy knowing He is enjoying the pain that I am receiving.

Several more power and painful strokes without any stopping or without any gentleness and I felt Him unleash His load into my tight ass. I love His conquering moans as He does this. Like He had just fucked the school princess who had refused His advancements.

His triumph without a care to how He achieved it!

She starts panting and finishing her orgasm and starts to come back down to earth as my Owner’s breathing starts to return to a normal beat. I can smell the dirty sex in the air, hearing their joined panting as I feel the last couple of pumps of His cock unloading inside me.

He grabs his shirt to wipe the sweat from His face and pulls His cock all the way out to when I hear the “pop”. That’s my signal to quickly turn around. But I was not fast enough. The pain this time had me stopped as I was trying to focus.

Master-Sir grabbed my hair from the back of my neck, pulling me around to face His wet, dirty cock as He pushed my mouth on to it without saying a word.

I hear her “Oh, honey, you lucky man you. That is so FUCKING sexy. To watch that stupid cunt suck your magnificent cock clean after being in her dirty ass. That’s Hot!. I’m also jealous of not being there to watch it in person”

Master-Sir tells her “Soon my love. Soon” He continues to force His cock in and out of my throat. I am usually able to block it out of my mind. The fact that I am sucking His cock that was just in my dirty ass. No warning, no time to get ready. It was dirty.

But to have her clearly and loudly remind me that it wasn’t clean, makes it impossible for me to block it out and i want to gag. But I also don’t want to be punished. So I do as He is forcing me to do. Lick, suck His cock clean and to happily swallow what I clean.

Making him clean and waiting until He is soft so that He can get dressed and continue their conversation.

As I am finishing licking His cock and feeling it finally go soft, they suddenly switch topics and begin to talk about other things. Master-Sir gets up on the edge of the bed. She questions Him about “That slave better not be dripping anything on the carpets. You just had those cleaned”

He did. He assures her as He grabs the phone and points it to the floor and to me as I am instructed to lick up any of the juices that are on the carpet. He points to a couple of what looks like wet spots and tells me to lick them clean. I do. Knowing it’s not that they were wet, but that it is humiliating for me to be made to do that and to have her watch me do that.

After being fucked in the ass as He pretends it was her pussy, to licking His cock clean of my juices to licking up any leaked juices off His freshly cleaned carpeting

All the things that help remind the slave of her reasons for living. The slave is there for their amusement as well as their pleasures.

He tells her not to worry, in a few days she will be here for a long stay and they will be able to fuck for real and have His slave there to serve drinks, suck His cock clean and worship her pretty pussy. She can’t wait. I smile at hearing the news and silently join her in the celebration.

Master-Sir fixes His pants and walks out of the room. As He is walking away, He realizes that He can’t have a slave leaking all over the newly cleaned carpets while doing her chores. So He pauses His conversation with her to order me to crawl downstairs to my bathroom to get cleaned up and to get back to my chores.

Smiling, I kiss His feet to thank Him for the honor, and in a whisper, I ask Him to please let her know I enjoyed being used for her pleasures. He smiled and repeated the message. She loved the gesture and said she could not wait to use me in person and that her pussy misses me as well.

Those simple words were like music to my ears.

Yes, I was used and abused for her pleasures. I was sore, smiling with tears in my eyes and dripping cum as I crawled down the stairs to my bathroom to wash up and to make sure that my holes were clean again. Just in case anyone needed to use me for their pleasures later.

That is my life. My only pleasure in life is to serve the needs of my Owner – even if that means being used for another person’s amusements. It is what I live for. Nothing else.

Thought? Comments? Questions?