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.