The long holiday weekend began last night. Master-Sir and I were watching a movie. Well, He was watching, I was his footstool. Then she called. The Pretty Brunette.

Master-Sir had me move further into the open area, still in a doggie-style position. My legs apart with my head on the floor. or better explained, ass in the air, face in the carpet. I also reached between my legs to feel if I was wet enough. I started to play with my pussy just to make sure it was properly for Him to use.

He put the phone on speaker so that He could talk with her while He fucked me. I was there in place of her as they began their talk that I knew would soon turn sexual. He kept talking while I heard His pants open up, I could hear her doing the same, removing her panties. He moved quickly to get His jeans off.

When I am His fake pussy, I am not allowed to make a sound. I am there to be a wet hole to fuck. I quickly felt his fingers push into my pussy followed by a wet finger entering my asshole as they talked about when she was to be here tomorrow. He promised her the house would be ready for her by noon, no problem!

Casually they moved from her travel plans to Him fucking her (my) pussy. The sex talk got steamy and hot quickly as I felt His cock into my pussy. It felt so good and I hoped He would stay there. Normally He starts there to get wet then shoves it hard and fast into my tight ass.

The more He talked, the more she started to moan. i could hear her vibrator. Then He grabbed my hair and pulled me back so His cock was all the way in me. I was starting to or wanting to moan. It felt so good to be used like that!

I was on His hard cock up to His pelvis. I wanted to scream in agony as well as ecstasy. But instead, I bit my lip and breathed hard as He fucked the sloppy hole without any mercy.

I could feel myself building up and knew I was going to cum, it had been a long time since he used that hole so rough and wonderful. I was wanting it so bad.

Thankfully she was in a hurry and pushed Him to finish as well together as I felt Him unload His cum in me and breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he let go of my hair and I dropped to the floor. I put my face into the carpet and my fingers clawed the floor as I silently rode thru two orgasms as He continued to talk sex to her. I felt His slap on my ass, bringing me back to reality. I turned to see Him sitting on the floor and his wet cock still standing tall, needing to be cleaned.

He gave me a stern look as if He knew where my head was and it wasn’t on my duty to clean His cock. But I did as I am trained, even while I was panting like a racehorse after a race!

Once His cock was soft and properly cleaned, I was allowed to go to my bathroom to clean myself up and return to get Him a fresh drink. By the time I returned, they had finished their phone call and Master-Sir was back on the couch.

I knelt at His feet with a new, cold drink in my hands, for Him. I apologized for my behavior and promised I would be better. He reminded me that I would be better because He has no need to fuck me the rest of the week. Plus, for whatever reason, He said, The Pretty Brunette wants to beat my ass just because.

“Yes Master-Sir, I will enjoy that for her.”

He smiled. then told me to get busy getting the house ready for her and our guests who will be here Thursday.

Getting the House Ready For Her

This is always a very mentally humiliating and agonizing time for me. Knowing she will be here, she will be the lady of the house and she will get all His attention. The house will look like they live here as a happily married Man and Wife. Meanwhile, I am just a lowly bitch slave here to do their bidding.

The bedroom is the first place I start. There are a couple of boxes in the closet for the changeover. I remove anything that reminds her of “us” or of me. I am allowed to keep one of our wedding photos on the dresser. Otherwise, the only photos on display are of her, him, and them.

The top drawers of my bureau are emptied out and replaced with intimate apparel she keeps here and I make sure they were all properly hand washed and air-dried.

There is a wooden paddle on her nightstand and one on His nightstand, in case I need an immediate punishment.

The bedsheets are not changed until the day she arrives. Then I change the ordinary bedsheets to the satin sheets they bought together a few years ago. Her favorite scented candles are placed all around the house and especially in the bedroom.

I make sure that there are a couple of hand towels close to the bed and close to the corner she likes me to face when not watching them have sex. The towels are for me to use to clean them up afterward.

The bathroom, her shampoo, cream rinse are placed in the shower and mine are removed. I make sure I have all of her makeup and other toiletries in the top drawer in the bath area. Every morning I will put out what I think ( or she commands) she will need in a clean and organized fashion.

There is a large dog pillow on Master-Sir’s side of the bed, in case she feels generous and allows me to sleep on the floor in their bedroom. Otherwise, I will sleep in my bedroom next door. The one she likes to lock me into at night.

Downstairs. The house has what many would call a masculine feel to it. You can tell a man is the focus of the house decorations. When she arrives, there are several subtle changes I make that give it a more feminine feel. And Master-Sir seems to enjoy the change.

She is a big fan of women’s fashion magazines. (I have never been) So I keep a subscription to her favorite ones and will put the latest issues out on the coffee table for her enjoyment.

We have a separate, bar top refrigerator for the drinks. She has a variety of fruity, wine spritzers. So I needed to make sure I was well stocked with her preferred flavors.

All the proper drawers around the living room, bar, and pool area are filled with condoms, wet wipes, and other things needed in case anyone gets the urge to enjoy a sexual use of the slave or their date. Thanksgiving will be a very vanilla affair. But she just likes to make sure I am on top of the little things.

Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunnette plan to do most of the Thanksgiving Cooking. A couple of the guests have said they would be over early to see if They needed any help preparing the dinner. I will be expected to be doing all of the clean-ups.

SInce Thursday will be a vanilla event, any signs of a dog (or bitch slave) are removed. My food dishes are hidden away. The dog beds I am allowed to use are also put in the garage.

Thinking of the garage, she will be here for four days. So my car is moved out of the garage and parked in the street so that she has a proper place to park. My slave bathroom in the garage will also be properly cleaned and stocked for me to use and for others to see.

So it, like the rest of the house, will be cleaned from top to bottom before she arrives.

The Master bedroom has been changed out. The kitchen and garage have been properly set up. The downstairs guest bedroom and bathroom have been cleaned and serviced. I will need to empty the dishwasher, finish any laundry I have, and then clean and vacuum the rest of the house before she arrives.

Other than His morning urinal and maybe a morning blowjob, I will not be used for any of his sexual needs. I will be there to clean them up and serve them drinks as needed when they have their sex.

On Thanksgiving Thursday, I will be dressed as if I was a real person and behave as if I was their maid. There will be a couple of guests who will have free use of my holes (discreetly) otherwise there will be no sign of a Master/slave relationship.

Half the guests know the truth of our relationship, the other half will see a man and woman madly in love with each other who also have a wife/maid at their disposal. I will be allowed to wear my wedding ring.

All during this time, I will be humiliated by the looks and questionable stares of the guests. I will be shamed by watching Master-Sir and the Pretty Brunnette hold hands, kiss each other and caress each other lovingly as they ignore me. I will always be obedient to my Owner’s commands (verbal or physical) and I can guarantee that my pussy will be soaking wet from how I am being used and abused every single minute of this entire weekend.

More proof that I am a well-loved and well-cared-for slave!!

More to come. But until then,

Have a wonderful Happy Thanksgiving to my American fans and friends!