Master-Sir has always said that he named me after an old female coonhound he had growing up. She would do anything she could to make him happy. He said that He could just look at her and see her smile as her tail wiggled like crazy. Her favorite place was lying at His feet as He sat on the porch and let life pass by.

No matter how mean he was to her or how cruel he was to her, she always came back to lay at his feet, wanting to be petted or roll over to get her belly rubbed. That, to Him, was me. His obedient, well-trained bitch.

Obedient Bitch

I will sit under his desk as he works and hold his cock in my mouth. Keeping it warm and helping him concentrate (so He said). And yes, if he feels the need, he can release his stream, and I will swallow every drop with pleasure. Saving him from getting up and hobbling to the bathroom.

When relaxing on the patio or in the living room, he is in his favorite chair. I will get him a fresh drink and be on all fours in front of him so that he can use me as his footrest while talking on the phone or watching a movie.

Other times, I would kneel at his side, holding his coffee cup in my hands until he needed to take a drink. Then, he would put it back and ignore me as he continued to work.

Being used as His furniture, I am also in an easy position for him just to take his foot and push me over. I know if I need to just lie back with my legs spread or put my head down and my ass up, letting him know my holes are there for his pleasures. They are open for him to toy with, spank with his belt or maybe fuck. His choice.

If he was in a playful mood, He sat in his chair and put out one leg. Tell me to hump His leg like the bitch dog that I am. I would do my best to look wrap my legs around his leg and humped it like I was in heat. I just can’t cum. But I do get his pant leg pretty wet!

Oh yeah, we were at eight months, and no orgasm for me. I never thought I could go that long without one. How foolish and greedy I was.

The truth is, I don’t think about them anymore. When I do, it’s a brief moment before I move it out of my mind unless he is teasing me, trying to make me have one. I focus more on his pleasures.

Miss Amy was starting to spend more time in the office in Reno than here. I think she was pulling away from him because he wasn’t fucking her like he used to. She will still have me lick her pussy for relaxation or to clean her out after they fuck.

My boss comes over to watch sports, talk shop, and use my holes. They like to talk about how they can use me more or maybe offer me to a new friend or business associate in exchange for some needed favors.

My former boss would take me to company retreats and tell them I was his personal secretary. For some strange reason, I was the only assistant allowed to travel with my boss. (smiles)

In reality, I was the cumdump for the bosses above Him. After meetings, they would come to His suite for some “private poker” games. They played poker; that part was true. But I was there for them to use me as they needed or wanted. It made my boss popular with the people he needed to keep happy and keep our department together. It kept me happy as I was well used for more than just taking notes!

So many upper executives live horrible private lives. Married but sexless or very vanilla sex lives. The wife is there to raise children, look good at parties and events, and keep up with the gossip at the tennis club.

In addition to the medical situation I have been dealing with this year, I am also dealing with some internal company changes.

Coworkers and other management people are starting to get curious about why I have never accepted any promotions to bigger, better things. Why do I want to stay in the back office of a hidden department, and why do I defend my boss as much as I do?

We have a good thing going. I keep Him relaxed and happy. I do all the detail stuff that he hates. I also do a lot of the nitty gritty work of others in the office so they can be out on the floor, leaving my boss and me alone.

He gets a blowjob with his morning coffee. Occasionally, He will take me to the conference room and fuck me. Then he likes to leave me there dripping and smiling. To return a little while later to tell me to clean up and get back to work. The slim chance of us getting caught always adds a little excitement to our adventures.

Because of all this, our department has great numbers every quarter, so the upper management people leave us alone to do our own thing.

A good owner knows to use His slave in all parts of his life. Not just the bedroom! in all parts of his life. Not just the bedroom!