Master-Sir and Miss Evvy are alone, in San Diego, together.  Alone, together without His trusty and loyal slave.  Alone with each other while the slave is home, almost alone, and hurting from it all.  But still loving the fact that they are alone together.  Does that any make sense?

This is the first time they left me alone for more than one night. Miss Evvy is in San Diego on a job assignment and asked Master-Sir to fly out and spend the weekend with her, alone.  He immediately ordered me to make the plane reservations ASAP.  I made them and drove Him to the airport.  Telling Him as I kissed Him goodbye, I hoped He has fun with her, alone.  In my heart, I wished for nothing like that.  I wanted to be with Him, alone, in San Diego.

He told me that He asked Jason to stop by and check on me occasionally.  Master-Sir told Him that he could spend the night if he wanted to and even have a few friends over, that I would cook for them.  I thanked him for that.  To think about me and make sure i am ok while He is off with His girlfriend, having sex, having fun, and relaxing.  Without me.

Jason did come over Friday night.  I made Him His favorite lasagne with a bottle of wine.  We ate out on the patio and chatted.  He was the gentleman and gave me permission to sit on the furniture.  i did for a while, but it did not feel right.  I respect Jason as a growing Master and felt that was not right to be His equal.  He accepted my reasoning but only after we had dinner.

He talked about His latest girlfriend of six months.  How she is nice, pretty, smart but has some issues (she really has some issue, but that’s a later post) that make Him wonder.  He was more interested in me. How i am doing with my Owner away with his girlfriend. The fact that I made the reservations and took Him to the airport.

As usual, i tried to explain the pain, but it’s a wonderful pain.  A pain that cuts sharp and so deep it hurts me to the soul. But yet I am happy.  He makes me happy and I love to see him happy. the fact that I want them to be happy together so bad that it hurts made Jason wonder what i was into!

Jason offered to fuck me once He learned that its been 4 months since my owner used my pussy.  But I explained that He can do that to me anytime he wants.  Jason has had permission to use all three of my holes for over a year now.  I tried to explain that it’s just not the same when others fuck me that way. It’s not the same feelings, emotions or energy.  Yes, other men have fucked me in the pussy since January, but it’s not the same.

The power and the submission, the hurt and the pleasure I get from not being fucked by HIM is a high by itself.  The emotions that i feel when they (MAster-Sir and Miss Evvy) have vaginal sex and leave me to the clean up is another form of erotic humiliation i live for.  What I want is the release I get when He takes control of me and uses my pussy for His pleasure is undeniably now the greatest feeling I could ever feel and I’m being denied that emotion, that feeling.  Leaving me with a hurt that makes me want Him even more and makes me want to please Him more. if there was any way I could do that.

Jason left late that night as Master-Sir and I did a video chat.  Miss Evvy was looking lovely as usual and thanked me for making His reservations and taking Him to the airport.  To others, that may seem like a small sentence and has no real meaning, but seeing her smile and the way that she said it, i knew it was more.  She likes that.  To let me know She is the woman He wants to be with and I am just the slave.  Yes, I am the slave, and its what I want. But to have the “Better Woman” remind you by having you do her bidding just adds to the pain of seeing them happy, alone, together in San Diego.

Such a Cute Couple

Saturday night call was even more erotic, humiliating and hurtful. After having Jason and some friends over and learning of His blowout with his now ex-girlfriend, i had another video chat with Master-Sir and Miss Evvy. That was after I saw her Facebook profile was filled with photos of the two of them out on the beach, at Sea World and doing all those things boyfriends and girlfriends do on vacation. Alone, without me.

Then to read all the comments from her friends telling her how lucky she was to have a man “like that” in her life.  A real keeper that seems like they get along really well and have fun.  They make such a “cute couple” – what they don’t know is that there is a slave back in Las Vegas, hurting and horny.

In the video chat, Master-Sir left Miss Evvy and myself alone to talk. She could not stop talking (on purpose) about the sex they had last night and how my Owner just really relaxed and let Himself be on vacation and fucked her silly. His great fucking was making her pussy raw and hurting. With that, she asked if i remember when the last time my owner fucked me?  Yes, I did. New Year’s Eve.  She smiled at me and faked a blond moment and said “Oh yea, that’s right.  He really does likes fucking me more than he does you.  well, have a good night and NO masturbating. ” with that, the call ended.

Yes, I cried myself to sleep.  Thinking about them without me.  having fun as a couple. A real couple.  Me not having had sex with my Owner, my lover, for over four months and here she was having great sex with Him multiple times.  She did comment about how awful it was to have such great sex and have to clean up the wet spots themselves.  Another erotic humiliation moment.  But at least I was remembered.

As I bathed in the morning, my first real bath in ages, i thought of them.  As them.  As a couple that I served and i found myself smiling.  The pain was still there but it was being pushed away by the pleasant thoughts of them missing me as their slave.  Their slave.  As much as I wanted to be her and to be there. I also was glad they were there to be alone and be with each other and to miss me.  I want to be their slave.  I thought that was strange.  I wanted to be THEIR slave.

Why is the pain of all this so powerful, yet so erotic and is always followed by a wave of warm, wonderful pleasure and happiness?