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Why Do I Allow Them to Use Me like That?

September 3, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

People often ask that question when they first meet me or encounter my writings. The question is usually phrased this way: “Why Do you allow them (men) to use you like that?”

Best Example

My Master and I are friends with a family who own a restaurant in our neighborhood that we frequent often. If you are not visiting, we often have delivery. The person who delivers is usually the husband, but in the last couple of years, it has been their oldest son, Billy. Part of their tip has always been a blowjob.

In my writings, I often refer to Him as my “young friend” because when I first met him, he was a shy, chubby fourteen-year-old boy with acne and some serious social issues. He and I bonded over those issues because I faced them growing up.

Today, he is a well-matured, confident twenty-four-year-old college graduate slowly taking over the family business.

In the years since we met, I have helped him build his confidence, understand how to treat a woman properly, and even give him some crucial romance tips. (Don’t treat a woman as you are allowed to treat me.)

Just for the record, I wasn’t the first female to give him a blowjob, but he has always said I gave the best ones. I was his first and only one for anal sex.

Meeting the Fiance

In college, he met the love of his life, Carol. She is beautiful, smart, and (was) a diehard feminist. She was aware of our past and my involvement in his sexual education. She even thanked me for it, saying she had dated other college guys, and they were all hands and no brains. Billy said I taught him otherwise. “Thank you for makign him such a gentleman.”

One weekend, they were over for a friendly pool party. She lay out by the pool under a sunshade while Billy and the other men were off in the pool drinking beer and talking man stuff.

As I said, she was a diehard feminist and always thought all men were vultures at a pool party, and if she dared to show them anything, they would be all over her in a minute.

After a while, she finally realized the men around her were not vultures waiting to see her boobs. They were there to have fun, relax, and enjoy the company. So she took off her bikini top before sitting back to read a book.

I was naked as usual. I was refreshing her drink when she asked me to sit and talk.

By this time, she understood fully what I was and what I did for people who visited the house. I am their cumdump and maid. Three holes, no waiting. So far that day, all I had been used for was a couple of blowjobs, and that was in the kitchen, out of her view.

Her first question was a little awkward: “Has Billy, you know, you and he, like, recently?” I assured her Billy would not do anything sexual with me without her knowledge. He is a gentleman and loves her too much. He even turned down my “tip” several times when he delivered the pizzas, so I knew he was in love with her.

She then apologized for what she was about to ask, which told me where this conversation was going: “Why Do You Allow, it?” I stopped her right there.

The word Allow is challenging to answer. I do what I do because it’s what I agreed to many years ago. I wanted to be his 24/7 no-limit slave. It took me a year for me to realize that I could trust him with my life and that made me decide to turn myself over to his rules. I live for His pleasure, and it’s by my choice. It’s what I live for and I love every minute of it.

Don’t ask me why, but I am wired differently than she is. I enjoy serving the men I love and trust. I love being the slave to a wonderful man who lets me be this way and supports it 100%. We are both on the same path to see how far my submissiveness can go.

Her next question was, “You have choices; you don’t have to…” That’s when I explained my thoughts on feminism. It is about choices. She has the choice to be this properly dressed woman who wants to be equal to her man. I want to be a naked slave to my man. She wants to be on equal footing with men. That’s her choice, not mine. I serve men I trust; that is my choice. That’s my version of feminism, choices I get to make.

“The Sex?” Now, we were getting into the good stuff. I am naked for several reasons. One is to show I am the slave. I am the lowest person here, and being naked tells you that. Being naked when others are dressed reminds me of my place. Being naked also means there is nothing to get excited about, nothing to hide or tease anyone with.

She was wearing a cute two-piece bikini, removing the top. Why? To feel sexy and get attention from others. Looking sexy gets a response from the men that is sexual in nature. I’m fluffy with saggy tits, not sexually appealing. But I am sexually appealing because I am there for them to use, no questions asked.

If they are using me, it’s not because my beauty turned them on; it’s because I have three holes available for them to use as they need. No begging, no foreplay. They want to fuck me, they fuck me.

I don’t know about her, but I get excited to know a man is getting hard because he is thinking of using one of my holes. It’s not a romantic fuck, it’s a needed response. I don’t want to be loved by them. I want them to use me for their pleasure. That’s what turns me on, to feel their cock in one of my holes, hearing them grunt with pleasure as they use me. then giving me what I like to call my reward. Their cum.

Please don’t ask me why because I don’t know why. Maybe its been a bad week, a bad day. They haven’t had sex in a long while, So they need to get off. So why would they want to masturbate when that slave now serving them a cold drink, is there for them to use instead?

When they are using me, I know they are not thinking of how sexy I am or how I look with his cock in my mouth. He is thinking about his girlfriend or wife. Or the woman he wishes was there instead of me. But I am there; they are not, so they do it and move on. Using me makes them feel better. Yes, I know that sounds cold and humiliating. It is, but it gets me wet.

Before you say anything else, know this: These are his friends that he trusts with his life. He’s not giving me over to some random dude off the street. They are clean, and I am clean. They also know that using me is a privilege that he can take away at any time. So I am not in harm’s way, they respect that I am there for them to use because of their friendship with my owner.

This may be a bad example, but I love anal sex, while most women hate it. So if she says no, they get frustrated, and it can cause a chill in their relationship, if not their love life. I am here to fix that. No guilt.

I may have just helped her and maybe improved their love life in many ways. He no longer begs; she no longer argues. It’s no longer an issue. He had his fix, so its back to makign her the center of his life.

I know my Master and I have a unique love for each other. Yes, it’s expressed in an unusual way, but it works for us. He has a girlfriend who lives out of state; when they are not together, they video chat, and when it turns sexual, he wants a hole to fuck, and I have a wet hole for him to use in her place. My pussy is not as tight and beautiful as hers is, but in a pinch, it works.

“But using you for her has to be so humiliating.” My response was a simple “So?” I turned it back on her. “You love Billy and want to make him happy just as much as he wants to make you happy. You would do almost anything to make him happy.

Let’s say he wants to experience anal sex, and you don’t. He has his heart set on knocking that off his bucket list. Your sex life is perfect, except when he brings this up, and it causes some problems with your love life.

You know I am safe; use protection. He isn’t going to fall in love with me. There’s no romance there. He uses me and, afterward, goes on with life. You are back to normal passion-loving because this is no longer an issue.

Like now. Billy is off in the pool hanging with the men. You are here, alone, relaxing with a good book, but you know it would feel better if you had something between your legs to help you enjoy those sexy moments in the book.

You are the love of Billy’s life. I like to make him happy, to see him happy. And I know making you happy would make him happy. So, if you need something to fix that need, as the house slave, I am here to serve. Please just ask.

I don’t see it as cheating or being unfaithful. I am the slave. No romance, no chance of romance. I’m not here because you are paying me to be here. I am here offering my services because that’s what makes me happy. To see Billy, or my Master, smile.

Do I allow him to do anything he wants to do to me? Yes, my choice. Will I enjoy everything he tells me to do? No, not everything. Do I have a choice not to do it? Yes, but I will be punished.

They use me because I am here to be used. I like to be used. I like to make them happy, and I like to make sure my master is happy.

My 4th of July

July 5, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

This Fourth of July was a little different than the past. Kind of like everything else. Since Master Sir had his stroke, our entire lives have changed.

The party was held at our place. The guest list was small, and Master-Sir wanted it to be the best of friends only. It was catered for, so nobody had to worry about cooking or anything else (usually, that would be the slave, me).

Our friends who own a pub/restaurant did the catering. The son (my young friend) and His wife brought it out.

My Owner’s Boss and wife brought a few of their best swinging friends. We have a couple where the wife is Mistress, and the husband is her caged slave. He goes by the name Slave-boi. I am the only person other than the Mistress He is allowed to have sex with, and it’s usually quick and painful for Him. (something I do not like).

Then, of course, Miss Amy came here as well. She made it very clear that my serving duties would be limited to serving drinks and snacks to the guests. She let everyone know they were free to use all three of my holes as they wished. However, I was not allowed to have an orgasm. But they were allowed to tease and edge me if they so desired, but no orgasm.

She also told me that she would be caring for “her man,” my owner, so I could focus on serving and pleasuring the other guests and serving them fresh drinks and snacks.

It was interesting to watch how it all unfolded.

My young friend and his wife. When we met her, she was a bit jealous of me and the fact that I was his first for everything. But she soon learned the benefits of knowing a slave.

He loves anal sex; she detests it. So, you know what happens when he visits us.

She is to the point where she likes to watch and verbally humiliate me while he fucks my tight asshole. It helps that while he is fucking me, I am trying to worship her beautiful pussy.

They were the first to arrive. After setting up the food, she took my hand and led me into the guest room. I am to undress Her first, then Him. Fluffing His cock while I also get myself wet and ready. She likes to pull out my butt plug before I lay between her legs.

He is usually very slow and gentle when she is watching. He is very verbal as well. Enjoying the tight feel while telling me how different it feels compared to my sloppy pussy.

He usually comes before her and likes just to pull out after he fills my ass with his cum. I clean his cock off, then return to her. He will kiss her, ignore me, and return to the pool. The humiliation has started for the day!

After a while, the other guests arrived and made themselves comfortable in and around the pool. I was busy getting them all drinks and snacks.

The highlight of my day was late afternoon. A couple of hot wives kept busy at the pool’s deep end or on some lounge chairs next to it. A couple of the younger studs entertained them, saving me from being needed.

Their men were sitting on or in the shallow end of the pool. When I wasn’t getting drinks or snacks, I was usually in the pool, kneeling between one the men’s legs, worshipping one cock at a time.

These were older, corporate-type men. Each took their turn and had me slowly, almost worshiping their cock. Ignoring me, as they would shift around to let me know where they wanted my attention. Their cock, the balls, one likes to be rimmed (yuk). All the time ignoring me.

Even after one man was done using my mouth, he would continue the discussion he was having as He grabbed my hair and pulled me to the next cock. Never say a word to me.

They ignored me until they were about to cum. Then, they each liked to hold my head against their body, almost choking me as they filled my throat with their cum.

The highlight of that scene was when one man pushed me off him and pulled me around so I was bent over the edge of the pool. He started to pull my hair back as he fucks my pussy. Telling me, I needed to cum.

His cock was nice and fat, made me feel a little tighter than normal. He was teasing me to cum on His cock while I was begging him to not make me. If I did that I would be punished. He told me that’s not his problem. Just cum for him. They laughed as I was trying not to cum as I was also enjoying the rough fuck.

I would get to the edge, pleading for him to stop because I was almost ready, and then he would pull out. I usually scream in agony; they would laugh at me. He would let me catch my breath and start over again.

He was bringing me again to the edge. While telling me what a lousy fuck I was. Wet and loose. He was not into anal, but he was telling them he could be made to make an exception, but he knew I would enjoy it, so no. not today.

With all that, He started to ask if I enjoyed being humiliated. Being told I had a worthless pussy? I was just there for them to use me for their pleasure. They did not care about mine. If I wasn’t already turned on, his verbal assaults were getting me to want to cum. But I could not. Yes, I enjoyed him using and abusing me. I enjoyed the humiliation and I wanted more.

They sent me off to refresh their drinks when they were done with me. I was smiling and crying at the same time. Tears of humiliation, I was smiling from how well they just used me for what I was meant to be, nothing more than their cumdump.

I would keep an eye on my Master. Miss Amy was true to her word; they were always together, and she ensured his needs were met. One time, in the pool, she was sucking his cock and yelling for me to watch her. Telling me I was not worth the effort, that I was too busy being the house slut, that she would suck his cock instead of me.

The vibe was very relaxed and very enjoyable. I was being well used, and when I wasn’t being used, I was ignored. I was being humiliated, and I was enjoying all of it.

When the food was ready, I served them one by one around the pool and the tables. They would call me to their side, make me sit like a dog, and hand feed me their scraps…

Then it was back to sucking more cocks, wanting to be fucked, wanting to cum. Neither would happen. I spent the afternoon and some of the evening sucking cocks or licking pussy. Nothing for me

For the fireworks, Master allowed me to sit between his legs, him pulling on my nipples every time large fireworks went off. He never used any of my holes the entire day. Miss Amy kept him well entertained.

That night, I slept on the floor on His side of the bed. The only time they noticed me was after they had sex and needed me to clean up.

Miss Amy, looking at me then at my Owner, told him she saw that I was spending most of my time sucking cock, so there was no need for them to use me for anything else. Telling me to be a good bitch dog and to get down off the bed and go to sleep.

My owner smiled as he kissed me good night. I turned off the light and fell quickly to sleep.

What a crazy-filled day. Everyone enjoyed themselves. There was plenty of great food and wonderful friends. Everyone had sex. Several had it multiple times. I was humiliated and brought to the edge more times than I can count, but I never went over the edge. I’m starting to think I might not be able to anymore. Or maybe if only on command. We will see!

For those who celebrated it, I hope you had a wonderful day and enjoyed the celebration.

New Pool Rules

July 15, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, the summer sun is on a HIGH right now in Las Vegas! It’s really hot right now. That means pool time with friends. Lots of pool time!

As the house slave, I am responsible for ensuring every guest has a fresh drink, gets plenty of sunblock on them, and fixes them snacks as needed.

That part hasn’t changed since we first moved here. According to my Owner, what has changed is how I am to be used for sexual services.

He said that the reason for the change is because the mix of female vs. male guests has changed since the lockdown was canceled. The ratio used to be 90% male over the pool season. Now it’s almost 50/50!

Miss Carol (Master Sir’s girlfriend) has a girlfriend she likes to bring to the house now. (that’s a story for a different time). My young friend and His new bride enjoy lounging by the pool. My Owner’s Boss’s wife now likes to come over as well.

So Master-Sir has a new rule. Something the ladies apparently asked for and, in some ways, makes sense. It makes everyone a little more comfortable and able to relax and have fun in the sun.

Don’t worry, I am still kept naked, and all my holes are there to be used by all. But now, it’s only oral sex in the pool area. If you desire to fuck me in my other holes, it will be out of sight. In the house, the guest bedroom or one of the lounge chairs is not directly viewing the party.

For me, the downside is that I am now used for licking almost as much pussy as I do sucking cocks. I prefer cocks, and like I said many times. I am not a fan of pleasuring women.

With that said, there are a few pussy’s I will lick to multiple orgasms because they are special to my Owner, and I really do enjoy pleasing them. But for the most part, I prefer not to. Not that my Owner cares what I think. I am His slave, and I will please all His guests to the best of my ability or be punished.

What is interesting, these ladies all have become fast friends with each other and like to support each other, so while I am pleasuring one pussy, the others will sit close by and talk about men, sex, and orgasms. When one has climaxed, she pushes my head between the waiting legs of the other. When doing that, the conversation never ends; it just continues as if they were passing each other a fresh drink!

For the last year or so, Master Sir has had me wear a butt plug when i leave the house, and now I must wear one when in the pool. He told everyone the rule: If they take it out, they must put it back in.

When He explained that having a butt plug in my ass would make my sloppy pussy a little tighter, the men all got excited and had to see if that was true. And they all said it was true!

The second benefit, since I love anal sex, is that wearing a butt plug helps make my asshole not as tight. Now it’s easier and more pleasurable when they want to fuck me there.

Adding torture to all this, my Owner has asked them all not to let me have an orgasm. He wants them to tease me, edge me, but not to go over the edge. As he tells them, “Keeping her super horny makes her more submissive. You will enjoy the slut more.”

I have not had an orgasm in over two months. Yes, I am horny as hell and so submissive, and want one right now. Deep down, I really do enjoy the use and the abuse they do to me.

The Pool Awaits!

Hope you are having a fun summer so far.

Thank you for your time, and look forward to more posting in the future.

The Wedding Conversation

August 11, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

First, I am not getting married (again). Second, it’s time to give names to my Young Friend and His fiance. His name is Kevin and hers is Cindy

The other night, Master-Sir invited them over for dinner as well as some conversations about their upcoming wedding. Master-Sir had briefed me earlier on His plans and I promised that I would be the proper slave and happily obey His commands.

I greeted them at the front door and properly knelt to kiss His feet. She has made it clear she is not into “that”. Afterward, I walked them out to the lounge chairs by the pool where my owner was enjoying an after-work cocktail.

I retreat to the kitchen to get them drinks as well as check on dinner. patio by the pool. She came in to check if I needed help. I said no then she told me she would deliver the dinks.

As dinner was cooking, I went out to sit on the ground next to my Owner. He was smiling and looked at me with a chuckle. Petting my head, He told me he would be in His office until dinner was ready and that Cindy had a question for me.

Once Master was out of the patio area, I looked over at the lovebirds laying on a double-wide lounge chair. Somewhere along the way, they had both changed into swimwear. Master Kevin had a hard-on under his trunks as he smiled and looked at his fiance. I wanted so bad just to kneel there and suck His cock.

She looked at me in her bikini. “You said that he, just told you obey, and that was it?”

I wasn’t sure what all that was, so I looked to Kevin for help. “What, my darling girlfriend is, wanting to know, you said that I would just tell you what I want and you would obey.”

“of course, Sir. You know you have full use of me. What do you want me to do?

He smiled as he looked over to Cindy, who was biting her lower lip, blushing as I had never seen her as she untied her bikini bottoms. She looked at me. “I don’t have to do you if you do me?”

I climbed over to her side of the lounge chair and smiled. “It would be my pleasure, Mistress. And NO, I am here to serve you.” As I pushed her legs apart.

I am not much of a fan of women’s sexual parts., They are there to serve their men. Not to pleasure me. But she was nice. She was freshly shaved and baby butt smooth! I guess she was planning this tonite.

Master Kevin was telling her to relax, spread her legs and let me do the work. I felt them holding hands and knew He was watching her as much as she was watching me.

As my tongue started to push its way in, her breathing was getting almost dangerously high! She was moaning as much as He was. Then I felt her body stiffen and her moaning as she grabbed my head. Her first orgasm was quick!

Then I felt her hands grabbing my hair as she pushed me over to Him. Kevin had his trunks off, and His cock was standing tall. She just told Him, “I want to watch you”

My reward for licking her was to suck His magnificent cock. I was now a happy slave as i swallowed all of Him as he kissed her and thanked her for the “gift”

Apparently, watching His soon to be wife getting her pussy licked to orgasm was too much for him. A few head bobs, and he was shooting his cum into my mouth. I did not release Him until His cock was soft. Then I thanked her before I thanked Him and went to check on dinner.

The Dinner Conversation

Master-Sir put a butt plug in my ass and had me stand facing the corner in the living room while they ate. I was to hear them talk and not be part of the conversation.

Master-Sir started by asking if she enjoyed her little gift. She did and wanted to thank me, but He stopped her. “Please remember, the slave is there for your pleasure, not hers. She did that for you without the need to be thanked herself.”

Cindy gave him a little huff but said that is starting to make sense. Master-Sir told her if she were to feel my pussy, she would find me VERY wet. And he was right. She declined the offer to feel my pussy.

He wondered about everything they had on their plates. They were planning a Christmas wedding. He congratulated them on that and asked about the timing. Between her schooling, His working longer hours at the family restaurant, and them moving in together, where is the time to properly plan the wedding?

Two young people in love just commented about how they will make it work.

That is when Master-Sir gave them the gift nobody else could give them. Me.

As with everyone else, very few people have complete access to His slave; Complete access. And now Cindy was just granted free use. She could come over here any time, and if I am not serving my owner, I would be available to her for anything. Even if she just wanted her pussy licked. “Come on over” – Of course, He went over the rules. Especially the privacy rules. I could hear her smile from my corner!

When I was called back to the table to clear the dishes and refill the drinks, I congratulated her on the news. I was truly happy to know they would both have access to me.

Master-Sir wasn’t done. He told them that if they needed any help in moving, cleaning the new apartment, or planning and organizing the wedding, I was there for them. As long as He didn’t need me, she was to coordinate schedules with me.

When I leave the house, I now have a butt plug in my ass, and when I get with them, they can remove it or leave it in. Either way, as long as I return with it in. If they need me for any sexual use, no problem. Even if it’s overnight, check with him first.

I was to remain naked in the house unless unsafe or if unknown guests were there. His parents know that I am a slave. I’m not sure if she knows Master Kevin’s parents are Master/slave.

I was ordered to go to the garage and get a wooden spanking paddle. Master-Sir wanted to make sure Kevin was ok using it on me when needed. “ANY time she disobeys or does not please you for ANY reason, you need to use it on her immediately or as soon as possible. Don’t be her friend when she needs you to be her Master.”

Master Kevin agreed. Mistress Cidy was unsure. Master-Sir tried to explain (again) it’s how I like it. It’s how we live. It’s not abusive if both parties are in agreement.

To end the conversation, Mistress Cidy actually gave me the command to come to the table, refill the glasses then ask if I could join them. After we were all settled, she made it clear that she had a newfound respect for me, for my Master, and for our life. She is starting to understand the other side of feminism and promises to learn how to be a real Mistress to me.

She is over the moon happy that I am there for her to help plan the wedding, but right now, she needs help cleaning and setting up the new apartment. I promised I would be there as soon as possible the next day. She even thanked my owner, not me, for the gift.

Yes, my already busy life just got busier. Time to ask my Owner for his desires for prioritizing my time!

She has questions

July 1, 2022 / slave / 1 Comment

My Young Friend’s fiance has been back to the house several times. Each time she is here, she wants to talk. She wants to ask me questions about my submission. It apparently fascinates her to hear about a female slave!

The nice thing is that her questions are truly well-thought-out and not derogatory or insulting in any manner. As an example; If (her fiance/my young friend) asks you to show me your pussy, you would do it?

My response; If that is what He wants me to do, Yes, I will do it. Why? Because my Owner told me years ago, that he is a friend and a man I need to respect and to obey. So in order to please my Owner, I will do as your fiance asks of me and I will do it to the best of my ability.

I then had to add that I hope He knows he doesn’t have to ask. As usual, He just needs to tell me what to do and I will obey. “Asking is for girlfriends, not for slaves”.

That answer led to a long conversation about asking versus commands. She was curious as to why I would just let a man come into the house, point to the floor for me to kneel in front of them and have me suck His cock, then leave. “What do I get out of that?”

She keeps putting the mental focus on her. “I would never just give Him a blowjob because He wanted one and let him walk away. We are in this together and I need a little pleasure myself” was her response.

That may work for her. But I am wired differently. Maybe from years of training or whatever, but just the idea of a man wanting to use me for His sexual pleasures gets me wet. To kneel in front of a man I respect and want to please Him is like an adrenaline rush for me.

She is a skinny thing with nice boobs. She has friends and is part of the “in” crowd because in part, of her looks. She is very pretty. I have always been “fluffy”, overweight and not part of the popular crowd.

For me, I know it’s my sexual skills that the man wants most from me. Not to have me on His arm and parade me thru the town square. So I compensate. I use sex for their pleasure. Yes, Master-Sir decides if I am allowed to enjoy the experience or if I am there just for their pleasures.

Thankfully my Young Friend would support me and tell her that I am not as she may think I am not one to just stop what I am doing, open my legs or my mouth, and wait to be used for His sexual pleasures. That I really do enjoy being used for sex. But I am focused on their pleasures more than my own.

She was still confused about the part of us being married, but we did not marry for love. We married for legal reasons. Our relationship started as Master and slave.

I am not here to be loved in a conventional manner. He loves me and loves on me. But not as she imagines. We have our “loving” moments and days. But I am here for Him and His pleasures. My life revolves around pleasing Him. Yes, we have fallen in love over the years, but we have always maintained the relationship as purely Master and slave.

I kind of throw her a curve ball by asking her about how she gets dressed and why she chooses what she chooses to wear. After dancing around the topic, she finally came clean and agreed. She wants to look pretty for society, for what others want her to look like. She, like most girls her age, is focused on what others think of her and about her. Not just her lover. He’s important and she wants Him to like what she is wearing, but He is not the deciding factor in what she wears.

For me, I focus on one person. My Owner. I learned not to care what others think about me, what I look like, or what I may wear or not wear. If my Owner is pleased with what I am doing, wearing, or talking about, I am happy. That is all.

I am 240 pounds. Big saggy boobs, plump ass, and a pussy you can easily fist and not hurt me. Yet I am proud to walk around the house completely naked when others are here and they are dressed. They get to see me, feel me up if they want, or use me for certain things.

My Owner has taught me to not be embarrassed by my body because it pleases Him that I am naked. He likes me this way (naked and available). Thats why I am always smiling. I am pleasing Him and I am happy to please Him..

Your Owner has other women He has dates with?

My Owner can be a very romantic man and it shows with the women He has in His life. He has two sides to His life.

One side is His fun side. His work and pleasure side. He goes out with friends, has pretty women He likes to flirt with and some He may even date. That will often lead to nights of mad, passionate sex in the bedroom or other rooms in the house. Then i may be called in to clean them up or to offer other services to them.

Other times, I am not even involved. I just hear about them afterward if He desires to share them with me.

I have never been on that side of the coming with almost any man I dated. They usually liked me to be the slave, the mother figure.

In the past, I have dated and have been taken on some amazing adventures. But I never felt right about them. I never understood why until I met my Owner. I never felt right because out of the bedroom, they wanted the hand holding, romantic stuff. Not the Master/slave stuff. My mind was wired for me to serve.

The other side is His Dom Side. I belong to Him. Like the Dog, he named me after. I am obedient. He treats me not as His lover,, but as his prized possession. If He wants to take me out on a date, he will and we do, often. (the Top Gun movie is amazing!).

Otherwise, I am here to make His life easier. I like to please Him. To see that he works hard and in return, He can come into His castle and relax. Leave the worries of the day behind. I am here to make sure nothing upsets his peace and quiet.

I’m a big girl. There is a lot of me here to love. So I need it to be a little rougher than the average girl. Gentle love-making or small penises don’t work. I enjoy feeling my boobs being pulled and bit and hit. My nipples need to be felt hard. Having my ass invaded makes me cum the hardest.

So being just a cum dump for special men, is a treat because they just need to get off. Get their cocks in a wet hole, fuck me as hard and rough as they want. Then let me suck their wonderful cocks clean and get them back to their life. I get used and I get off on being used like that by men I respect.

Skinny women want to be romanced, can get sex easily, and be choosey because their beauty attracts men who want to fuck them. They get to decide when they get fucked, what hole they will allow the man to use, and if his cock is suitable for her pleasures.

Skinny vanilla women don’t get into being used rough. They want that long, play and kissy and huggy stuff before they get to the sex part. I don’t do any of that.

Like with the Pretty Brunette. She liked making love to my Master, then lying there and relaxing together, alone afterward. It took only a few times for her to get used to having a slave to service her afterward.

She came to enjoy the after-sex part. Where I came in with towels and cold drinks. Then sucked my Master’s cock clean of her. After he was soft, He would push my face into her pussy and I cleaned her up. She enjoyed the tenderness of being licked and loved down there. Especially liked it when she was told she didn’t have to reciprocate. Just lay back and enjoy. I made them both smile before I was told to leave them alone for the night..

My Young Friend’s fiance is getting used to the fact that not all women want to be “equal” Some enjoy being the lesser sex. We are overall happier.

As I always say, my life isn’t for everyone. but I found what makes me the happiest and I am living beyond my wildest dreams.

Summer begins, and a special visitor

June 13, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

In Las Vegas, once the heat starts to boil, it’s officially pool season. For me, that means coming home from work each day and finding our friends enjoying our pool as well as entertaining my Owner! I get to go from working wench to becoming a well-loved service slave.

Friday afternoon could not come fast enough. I wanted to get home as soon as I got to the office. Master-Sir was having a special guest this weekend and I was anxious to get home to serve.

Walking into the house, Master-Sir was in his home office. I quickly took off my shoes and stood in the doorway. He has a new way for me to switch gears from being a working wench to being His service slave.

I stand in front of His desk, dressed. Silently I wait until He tells me to strip. Getting naked is one thing, having to wait to be told you can get naked, is always humiliating.

As I remove my skirt and fold it neatly, He always asks who used me today. Yes, other than Him, I am expected to be used by someone else during the day. Most days its either my Boss/Dom or our friend who also works in the same resort, Master Chad.

Today, like most work days, begins with me coming into the office, into the closed boardroom, getting naked, and kneeling in front of my Boss/Dom. He usually has me on all fours, turn around to show Him my ass and He will remove the butt plug. Then pulls His cock out while I turn around to suck His cock. Occasionally He will change it up and want to fuck one of my other holes. But it’s usually a daily blowjob.

Then during lunch, Master Chad called me up to a locked-out suite and fucked my ass. Today He was in a rough mood. No talk, just get naked, kneel on the bed. He sticks His cock in my pussy, gets wet then shoved it into my tight ass. A few hard strokes and He came. Then told me to clean up and leave. He went back to work.

“Good. That will get you ready for our guests” was His response. Guests? I knew His guest was here. But we had others? “Sir, is She here? Did she bring a guest?” I didn’t see anyone out in the pool, but she/they could be lounging in the shade.

Master-Sir assured me that “She” was here. Meaning the woman I called The “Pretty Blonde” has arrived. She was wanting to come out and give my Owner a few things His late girlfriend, her sister, left for Him.

I was also hoping maybe she could get Him out of the funk. Maybe have some hot sex that he needs and deserves. Get Him to get back out there and find a real woman again to love.

He also told me that after I get everyone properly served I was to take her car to get it washed and filled. Actually, it was The Pretty Brunnette’s car. She is just bringing it back from San Diego.

Once I was naked and waiting for further instructions, as well as wanting to know who else was there, I was wanting my butt plug removed. The rule for the last two months has been I have to wear it once i leave the house. At work, I leave it in until my Boss/Dom removes it. He can tell me to remove it or tell me to keep it in until further notice.

If it’s removed, I can not leave the office until it’s put back in. Usually, at the end of the day, my boss will have me bend over His desk, he will play with it in my pussy before shoving it into my ass. I come home so my Owner remove it to start my evening.

As uncomfortable as it is to wear it, it’s still humiliating having to ask for it to be inserted or removed. Today, he wanted to tease me. “Have one of our guests remove it”.

My Young Friend was here with his lady friend. I have met her a couple of times when they were over as part of His study group. But now, i was told, she is His fiance! Congrats to my Young Friend!!

I was so anxious when He told me the news. Once Master-Sir released me, i ran straight out to the pool and found them all on the lounge chairs, talking and enjoying the sunshine. I was surprised to see that both ladies were topless. The Pretty Blonde had her wide-brimmed hat on, a skimpy bikini bottom, and was reading some magazine.

I went first to The Pretty Blonde. Calling her Mistress was an honor. I was so happy to see her. She smiled and pulled me down for a hug. She thanked me for all the nice things I said about her sister online and in private.

Turning around to find my Young Friend with His arm wrapped around a beautiful brunette who shocked me that she was topless. She always seemed so modest around other people. She had C cups with pointy nipples, Mistress has full D cups. I joked with my Young Friend that he must be in Booby heaven.

He told me he was and that he already had to go into the spare bedroom and have a little afternoon sex with her. She blushed. Looking at his crotch, I think she will need to take Him back there again.

When I turned to leave and get them their drinks, the girlfriend was a little surprised when she saw what was in my ass. I told her I needed someone to remove it. That I am not allowed to do it myself. She smiled and said “Now That’s Kinky!

Without warning, she just looked at Him and told Him to remove it. Ok, that kind of shocked me that she offered Him to do the honors. I made sure she was ok with it and that she meant it. I didn’t want to cause any problems with them or with myself.

She reminded me that we have had talks in the past. She understands what we have done together. Sexual as well as family and friendship. She is ok with that. She likes that I am “fluffy” yet can be a sexual toy for others. Over the years, I helped him with a lot of maturity issues and according to her, taught Him how to be a gentleman as well as a great lover. That was an unexpected compliment.

They are planning a Christmas wedding and she is getting a little more involved in the family restaurant, so she figures we will be seeing more of each other. I told her that I look forward to that. she is welcomed here anytime for any reason.

Mistress decided to add her comments to the conversation, looking over her magazine, “FYI, sweetie, Bitch slave licks really good pussy as well!” Thank You, Mistress! All three laughed at that comment.

I left to get the drinks.

I’m not sure if it was to prove her point, claim her territory, or what, but when I returned, Mistress was swimming laps and the girlfriend was giving my Young Friend a blowjob poolside. She looked at me as she was bobbing her head up and down on His cock. He told me “thank you” and smiled. I smiled back telling Him he is one lucky man.

When Mistress told her I lick pussy, now the girlfriend was openly sucking my friend’s cock, I started to wonder if she would ever want me to lick her pussy. At the same time, I realize I haven’t seen her pussy yet!

Talk about two strange thoughts. Normally I never think about licking a pussy unless I am told to. Plus, I never really think about what her pussy just be like. As well, normally people are wither naked, so I see everything, or they are dressed, not half and half. Now I wanted to see her pussy!

She took her mouth off His hard cock long enough to ask if I was ok with Him removing my butt plug. I’m starting to really like her! I smiled. “Mam, your man is a dear friend of mine and as the house slave, i will do anything he tells me to do without question. That now goes for you as well. I am the slave to serve you, if you want me to do something for you, please just tell me. Don’t ask. Ok?”

She wasn’t sure how to react to that comment other than “Ok” My young friend told me to bend over as He gripped the plug and pulled it out with a popping sound. Thankfully it wasn’t the large one, so there wasn’t any pain. I obediently turned and knelt by His side to take it from him, I cleaned it off with my tongue and thanked Him. She smiled and returned to sucking His cock. I went to get dressed and to take Mistress’s car to get serviced, as I was instructed.

Our first official summer weekend begins!

Thursday with the Ladies

September 3, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

So I finished my Thursday morning cleaning of my Boss/Dom’ apartment. Pretty easy. It’s small and He had no deliveries this week. Returning home, I saw that Miss Lisa’s car was parked on the street. I don’t remember Master-Sir saying anything about her coming down.

I parked in the driveway, as usual, walked into the garage to remove my clothing, and entered the kitchen. There she was, at the kitchen bar drinking a cup of coffee. She smiled and welcomed me home, telling me that The Pretty Brunnette let her in. I had no clue to her being here as well. This is getting interesting.

I welcomed her and asked if she needed anything. She told me no. As I knelt at her side, she told me that she and the Pretty Brunnette were talking. She doesn’t remember how the subject came up, but The Pretty Brunette informed her that she should tell “the slave” to hand wash her delicates for her anytime she was here. As I always do for the Pretty Brunnette.

She said that the Pretty Brunette was bragging about how she brings all her undergarments here for me to clean. saving her the time and inconvenience of doing it herself. I smiled and told her it was my pleasure. That my Owner found it to be a wonderful ay to use me for her and that I would gladly do the same for her if she so desires.

She thanked me then laughed. She told me how The Pretty Brunette looked dino her bag and saw what she had for delicates and decided that “we” ladies needed to go shopping.

Soon the Pretty Brunntee returned. I unloaded her baggage and put them away in the Master bedroom. Miss Lisa asked why I didn’t do that for her and I said that she never asked! I never assume until I am told how she wants to be treated. “Wel, we need to change that” was her response as both giggled.

Then I was told to dress and be ready to take them shopping. She had the addresses and I would be in charge of driving them, handling the bags, and treating them to lunch at The Pretty Brunette’s favorite place. .

I never knew these shops we went to even existed. Very exclusive, and very small lingerie shops. I’m guessing they serve a lot of the “Girlfriend Experience” lades. You know, the glorified and more expensive hookers I see often at the resort.

But they had some really beautiful satin and lace items that Miss Lisa and The Pretty Brunnette tried on and ultimately bought. Along with the proper liquids used to clean them. I was given my own little demonstration and instruction on proper cleaning and maintenance to keep them beautiful.

The Pretty Brunette even introduced me to the shopkeepers as her “House slave” and they never batted an eye or gave me a funny look. i was properly talked to and included in the conversations. they never once made me feel different other than that the shopping was for the beautiful ladies and nothing was for me.

Even at lunch, I was included in the conversation as if I was on friendly terms with them and part of the female pack. I knew my place and my limitations. However, it felt nice and felt special to be “one of the girls”. Old memories from my corporate life snuck back into my memory. But I fought them off. Knowing I was not at their level. I was still their slave. And I was very happy to be there for them.

I knew it would please my Owner if they gave Him a positive report on how I behaved. I am there for them because of Him.

I need to stop here and do a little update. Recently, with the help of Miss Lisa, Master-Sir has decided to take my training up a notch. Keep me in slavery but be a more proper slave in how I present myself and how I perform my duties.

This has always been part of their closing discussion on a telephone/Skype business conversation I would often be privy to. She would ask Him something about owning a slave or how to train a slave. Usually referencing something she had read somewhere or seen in a movie or even on a kinky date she once had with some man she knew.

When we got to the house, Master-Sir was back in His home office and came to meet us at the door. I got naked in the garage and entered behind them with the shopping bags.

That’s when Miss Lisa stopped me and asked my Owner a question. She was curious as to why I get naked before entering the house? was there a specific reason for doing that? he said no. Just it easier for me to fold my clothes and use the bathroom before entering. Why did she ask?

Miss Lisa was curious to how I would behave if I had to remove my clothing each time with them or just her, watching me. The humiliation of the act of being watched, judged as I went from clothing like a normal person to have to get naked in front of a dressed person.

Master-Sir liked that idea. So I was sent back out to get dressed. Coming into the kitchen dressed, Miss Lisa moved a small table just inside the door, perfect for my clothes to be folded on.

Master-Sir, The Pretty Brunette, and Miss Lisa were all sitting at the kitchen nook, holding a cup of coffee, waiting for me to get undressed. I was suddenly numb. Not sure how to feel or if I felt anything as they watched. Being watched as I went from a dressed person to a nude slave.

The Pretty Brunette gave me the command to kneel. “Yes, Mistress,” I said with a very shaken voice. Thankfully because my legs were shaking too much. I always walked in naked and ready to serve. Now I was told to undress and to wait.

Nobody spoke for what seemed like hours. Finally, Master-Sir told me to get up and take the bags to the proper rooms, put them away and return to my corner. My corner? “Yes Master-Sir”. yes, my place of sanctuary. As strange as it sounds, I find peace and tranquility when I am told to stand with my nose to the corner. This time, the corner in the kitchen.

When I returned, they were still at the kitchen bar, going over some paperwork. The Pretty Brunnette pointed to the corner opposite them and the door. Close to the big window that overlooks the patio and the pool.

I was only allowed out of the corner when they needed a fresh drink or had a mess that I needed to clean up.

Finally, they ordered a pizza and I was finally let out of the corner to answer the door, take the pizza and give the delivery man, who was my young friend, a blowjob as part of the tip. again, I was not talked to other than told what to do them I did as told.

It felt good to take my young friend to the patio. To be alone with Him and to see Him smile as I sucked His cock and took His reward with pride. He told me He enjoyed it and hoped we could have another day together soon. He had a lot of things he needed to talk to be about. I kissed His feet before I walked Him to the door and thanked Him for the delivery. Miss Lisa gave Him a twenty-dollar bill as well.

They continued to talk and work as the night went on. enjoying an occasional break for a piece of pizza, a fresh drink or to watch the slave each the leftovers from her dish.

That night, I gave Miss Lisa a bath. Making sure she was well relaxed and satisfied. She had no sexual use for me. So after toweling her off, she released me for the night. Thanking me for my service.

The Pretty Brunette had no use for me, she had me do my nightly self-care and bathroom needs, then I talked to Master-Sir. He kissed me good night and made sure I was ok with everything. She thanked me for my service today, hoped that I enjoyed serving them, and look forward to doing it again soon. I assured her I did. Then I was sent to my room for the night.

It was a very full day and a wonderful night. I learned a lot and I really do look forward to what new lessons await me to please my Owner.

To say I fell asleep easily would be pretty accurate, I was tired, I was happy and I was well used.

I was Hers, Day 2

June 26, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Waking up with Miss Lisa in Master-Sir’s Bed, was a pleasant way to start this day. The fact that Master-Sir Himself actually woke me up with an early morning phone call to let me know He is missing His slave. As well, he was curious about how it is going. If I am being obedient and is she enjoying her time with me? Yes, She Is!

After breakfast, she decided to choose my outfit for work. before I was allowed to dress, she joked about how the men who did this got to fuck me. She can’t fuck me. So she sat on the edge of my bed, raised her skirt, and spread her legs. Smiling at me. I knew what she wanted and what I needed to do.

It was at that point, that my mind went somewhere it normally doesn’t go. except when I am worshiping The Pretty Brunettes Pussy. If I am required to lick Master’s cum from another pussy, I just do it to please Him and get on with life. but for The Pretty Burnette, I have fallen in love with her and “it”. I actually enjoy just being between her silky smooth legs and tasting that wetness of her folds as my tongue works its way to the sweet spot that makes her moan so pleasantly.

As Miss Lisa held my head and helped direct me into where she wanted my attention, i was in heaven. Her feminine aroma was like a shot of caffeine for me as I was there, losing track of time. It was when she was pushing my face deeper into her love nest that i realized that she had shaved her pussy this morning while in the shower. Something I did not realize until now. She was now bare, so ever soft and now so very wet.

I finally found her spot that made her scream to the rafters and let go of my head. Letting her legs fall to the bed and her body went limp. She then pushed me to the floor and told me to get to work. She will see me later when she comes into my office to talk with my Boss about some project He was wanting her to make a bid on. I forgot completely about that. I really didn’t want to get dressed and leave the house.

I made her cum as no woman had, according to her. Not that she had much other experience with women. She just knows this was “amazing”. but I was now on the edge and needing some attention myself, i knew was not going to be allowed. I was sent off to work as-is. Thankfully I have a towel on my seat in the car and was able to get cleaned up and dried off before heading into the office.

Not only did she come into the office later in the morning, but she also took my Boss out for lunch. Stopping at my desk long enough to tease me by offering to take me with them and have me drive them, and serve them. All in a vanilla setting, of course!! She is a tease!

While they were gone, i continued on my long list of things to do in the office and since I was alone, I also cleaned His desk top. Washed His coffee cup and sanitized His chair for Him.

Master-Sir and I had an ongoing chat for the entire day about what I was thinking, what I felt about last night and how much I was enjoying being under her care. even if she was not really demanding, she still had control of my leash so to say!

For Dinner, she took me out to our favorite family pub. The one my Young Friend’s family owns and he was there. Seeing Him in full manager mode is so dam sexy!. I know that He will make a great Dom to a lucky lady if he ever decides to go that way. I would love to be under His leash if ever the chance! He and His father who was there for a little time, stopped by our table to talk, catch up and meet the lady I was serving. Both of them made comments about the bright smile I apparently had every time I was talking about Her or being obedient to her command.

Miss Lisa even offered my services to them if they needed them. Either at the restaurant or back at the house later. The Father declined with a smile, but my Young Friend agreed. He wanted to stop by anyway and ask her a few business-related questions if she didn’t mind. He is still doing one business class for the summer and she could help Him. While there, I get to suck His cock. Everybody wins!

Later that night, my Young Friend did come over, they did talk and I got to suck His beautiful cock. Again, she asked if she could watch. This time she got down to my level to see how I performed and to touch me as well as (with permission) touch His cock. He was thrilled to have two older women working His cock. She was also asking Him questions about His age, His experience, and how it feels to have “this” at His disposal almost anytime He wants it? How is having a slave you can use anytime, helping or hurting His dating life.

In short, He enjoys having a female body he can use and know it won’t get damaged nor complain! There is no emotional attachment and He can just get that relief when things get stressful.; He also went on to explain how having a slave at His beck and call has helped Him understand the female mind. We talk often and I help Him navigate the world of young women and dating. Making Him a better man when dating a woman and knowing how to give her the proper attention a young female needs as they start to learn about life and each other.

It was almost sad to know the night was ending. I knew that in the morning, we would have a short time together, kind of wrap it all up then go our own ways. The time together gave me a better insight in how my blog has helped her travel down this path and she finally admitted she wants to find a worthy Master and still occasionally have that ability to play the Dom herself to a female sub.

She talked about how this time together, helped her understand some of the things I have written in my blog, as well as get the feeling of what it could be like on Top, even though, she definitely wants to be on the bottom with the right man. Watching me pleasure her and how she now understands my happiness obeying her commands, told her how much she wants to be there, on her knees, obeying her top!

She and I still talk or chat several times a day. Master-Sir said she is welcomed here any time and I will always be here to serve her needs, no matter what they are!

Yes, a busy life, but always learning new things about my own journey down his path!

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