My last post was about meeting my Owner’s new traveling partner, Tom. He is a fun man to be around and is married to his sweetheart who was introduced to me as His slave. Soon after meeting and spending time with the beautiful lady, we even served our master’s together a few times, she told me to call her His “slave in training”.
She told me that after watching me with my wonderful Owner, she could never be called a real slave. She was not comfortable with that title. She felt she had a lot to grow and to learn to be a “real slave”.
That’s what scares me when I speak about my life, my service to my Owner. What I do and how I live is our relationship. I am His slave because He has trained me to be His slave. Tom, or Master Tom, as my Owner said to call Him, is HER Master and she serves Him His way. She is HIS slave.
She told me about our trip to go shopping then on to dinner. We stopped at Target to get some supplies and how Master-Sir walked with me at His side. Occasionally we would hold hands, other times I would just be at His side walking the isles. How I would know when to stop, when to step back and let Him walk in ahead of me or when Master Tom would be alongside Him and they would talk, I just seemed to melt into the background. Only to be at His side as He bent over to kiss me or fondled my ass.
Returning to our car, how I would raise my dress up and she could see I was naked underneath as I sat bare ass on the car seat as I got in. Not caring if anyone around saw that I was naked or sitting bare bottomed. Before I was allowed to shut the door, I was fully seated.
At the restaurant, I would sit next to my Owner and after a few minutes, I would start to roll my eyes and drool a little. She soon understood as Master-Sir presented His fingers out from under the table and I would just instantly know to lick them clean of my juices. She realized He had been fingering my pussy the whole time He was talking to Master Tom or ordering a drink without missing a word or a beat.
That even in public like that, I would quietly whisper into my Owners ear to get permission to use the bathroom and I could only go if she went with me. or that I went when she needed to use the restroom. I was never allowed to do so alone or on my own.
She cited a few other instances that she said made her feel she is not as much of a slave as she thought she was. I begged her to rethink that. She was a beautiful slave who was well loved by her Master and was trained to serve Him. And that we are always learning and always evolving in our lives.
Being His slave, I’ve lived this way 24/7 for over 15 years. You learn and you relearn. It becomes a part of who you are.
When we were allowed time alone and were able to talk more, I was able to explain to her what she was seeing. To watch people play blackjack in a casino. The best players, the really good players with a really good dealer, can go all night talking to each other and never talk about the cards. The dealer and the player talk about the kids back home, the weather and the big game on the screen. not about splitting the tens or hitting the dealer for another card.
It happens by the way the player uses His fingers. Tap on the felt to get another card. Another hold up one finger to double and two to split. Wave the hands mean to stand (no more cards), etc…
In the house, Master-Sir was talking to her and her master when He waved a finger at me and that meant I was now ok to go to my room to get dressed to go out. At the store, Master Sir was pointing for me to walk beside Him. When He wanted me to stay where I was while you moved around to look at something on the shelf, it was another finger movement.
Just like with my leash training. Once I am told (or finger snapped) to stay someplace, I will stand there for as long as He wants me to. You could have left, went to dinner and returned to find His slave still standing exactly where he told me to stand. Then with a snap or point of the fingers and I would be right back at His side.
I love that He can still be romantic even to His slave. He holds my hand often when we walk, so i always keep my arm loose and at my side, ready for his soft hands to take mine.
After a long kiss, He may whisper something to me. Usually, it’s one or two words about something I need to do or to get. Like shampoo or trash bags. I know, romantic, isn’t it. But it’s a few words and I need to remember what the rest of it was. That’s where the slave part comes in. I need to know what we need for the house as He reminds me of just a teaser of a word or two.
When I am allowed to ride with Him or to drive, like other times, , I may not sit with my ass covered. it is almost always bare butt to the seat. I have a towel in the car as well as at work and elsewhere. Master-Sir has literally beaten into me not to care what others see or think as I raise my dress up before sitting down. if they see my big ass and are offended, it’s their concern, not mine. My main concern is making my Owner happy.
I will be aware if there are minors around. But i also know my Owner is looking as well and i cannot remember a time when i saw kids and He did not. He will with a finger point, let me know where the minors are or people that may cause a problem and I will be more cautious when sitting down in public. Otherwise, many men saw my pussy and ass as I sat down in a public place or getting into the car!
Master-Sir enjoys putting on a show for other people and using me as the star. In restaurants or night clubs, many times people will give Him that look as if saying “why her?” when they see me beside Him. So to keep them amused and watching, He will raise my skirt more as He slides His fingers into my pussy to play with me. When I feel them inside, I am not allowed to get too excited or at least not show too much excitement as He brings me to near orgasm as He is talking to whoever is alongside Him as if nothing is happening below. Master-Sir loves to tease as I am supposed to look like I am reading the table cloth or something…
If He is aggressive and really playing and poking my pussy, I will try to see who is around that He is teasing and smile at them to let them know we know. I don’t talk about it much because it is not something I feel is a very non-slave thing for me to enjoy. As His slave, I suck His cock more times than almost anything else I do. He deserves it. Master-Sir is also a great man who likes to spend some time with me tied spread eagle on the bed while He gets between my legs and eats me out like a starving man at the buffet table!
So to play with my pussy, He tells me, is a tease for Him as much as it is for me wanting more as He finishes then pulls His wet fingers out for me to lick clean. At that point, I don’t care who is watching. I want to taste myself, lick His fingers as a way to show Him my love and obedience as His slave. And to thank Him for using me for his demented pleasures. Hoping the man or men are still watching with their mouths open and drool coming out from the sides of their mouths…
As much as He tells me that watching me lick my own juices from His fingers is a tease, I sometimes think He enjoys this part of the tease as much as I enjoy sucking His digits clean, hoping to feel them again soon.
Having to ask to use the bathroom, especially in a public place, is to remind the slave that nothing she does is for her own pleasures. Everything she does is for the convenience or the pleasures of her owner. Nothing more. She lives for Him. No privacy, no bathroom breaks unless He says so. When we are out with other Master/slave couples we are friends with, its the rule that the slaves eat, drink and bathroom together. We are women and that seems to be a normal thing for most women. it never really was for me. I do n=know other slaves and submissives where some of the rules like that are not enforced when out in public. For me, they are!
Yes, I am His slave, His sex toy and servant. He also likes to let me know I am His lover. Obedient, not that sexy to look at, but always ready to be used for His enjoyment.
If you have a Master, you are trained for His style of service. What He wants you to be. We each live a different life. Enjoy being of service and being the best you can. But NEVER compare your level of service to mine. You are His slave. I am my Owner’s slave. Love them and love the life.