It’s been a long time since we had anything to do with our friends who own our favorite Pizza Pub and Master-Sir decided to change that.

As a reminder, their son is the man I call “My Young Friend” and for the Husband and Wife, we helped them become Master and slave. Here is a link to a post that kind of explains the family and our arrangement.

Two men sitting at the table beside the pool. The beautiful sun was shining on them dressed in shorts and golf shirts, talking about manly stuff while enjoying a lite lunch of sandwiches, chips and a cold beverage served to them by their obedient and naked slaves.

Once served, their two adorable and obedient slaves were kneeling at the side of the other’s Master. She was attending to my Owner and I was attending to her Master. Each of us facing the other.

On our knees, back straight, and breasts pushed out. Hands behind our backs, smiling. she has always been ashamed of being naked around me claiming I have the more beautiful breasts.

But certainly, hers are in much better shape. Her boobs are about 36C’s and mine are 38DD. She has worn a bra for most of her adult life. Her Master started to keep her braless only the last three years. Where mine has been sagging for years.

However, for our Owner’s amusement, both of us had very pointed and hard nipples they could play with as they talked and ate.

Although we slaves were mostly silent, we were allowed to be part of their conversation. A normal conversation between two Master’s who were being well served by their nude slaves. Nude wives.

I find It funny how many people seem to think that since we are two kinky couples, that our conversations must revolve around our kink or our lifestyle.

But in reality, we are adults, and most of the time we have conversations like any other couples who get together for a little friendly get-together. We just do it in a little bit of a different setting than other vanilla married couples!

From there, it became a small pool party as the men also got naked and jumped into the pool. No real formalities. i was allowed to hug up on my owner and He hugged and kissed me. Feeling my ass occasionally.

there was a lot of hugging, kissing, fondling between Master and slave. Loving time and couples talk. Nothing kinky or overly sexual.

She and I enjoyed being together and being free to talk as women do when alone. As slaves, we act as one. When one needs to use the bathroom, the other will go with her. When one goes to get a drink for their Master, the other will do the same.

My Owner enjoyed being sexually pleasured by her as I was used for the sexual needs of her master. Mostly blowjobs poolside.

Later in the afternoon, we slaves were allowed to get dressed as our Owners took us out for dinner at our favorite restaurant. The Peppermill. it’s on the Las Vegas Strip and is a great place to people watch.

of course, both slaves had to get in the car and sit bare ass on the seat. I was told to keep my top down while we drove. Master-Sir drove. Thankfully the windows were tinted!

At dinner, Master Sir allowed me to have a salad and a drink. Occasionally he would cut off a piece of His steak and put it on my plate for me to eat.

Master-Sir held my hand when we talked, leaned over and We exchanged kisses often.

We kept the conversation friendly and safe for vanillas to hear. That was good because a couple of people saw our guests and stopped to say hello to them. One couple did know my Owner and they stopped for a quick “hello.”

Back at home, we sat in the living room, the slaves naked and kneeling on the floor in front of the others Master. Serving them a couple of fo drinks we were also allowed to share. Talked a little about Las Vegas politics, then she kissed my Owners feet and I kissed her Owners feet and they went home.

Later that night, my Owner fucked my pussy hard, I sucked His cock clean afterward and He did allow me to enjoy a couple of orgasms before we hugged and fell to sleep with me wrapped in His arms.

Boring. Right? No whips, no chains, no gangbangs or anything else., Just two couples enjoying the company of each other and of their slaves.

I guess what I am saying is that I am a slave, I am owned. yet people expect that a slave’s life is nothing but torture, abuse, and sexual slavery.

So I just wanted to share with you a simple, yet very special moment in my life where I got to be loved and treated like a well-loved lady with my Owner and friends.

It was nice to reflect back on it and relive it. I love my life and I love how my Owner treats me. Like I belong to Him. Because I do.