Finally a few minutes to myself and a chance to get caught up with my writings!!
I really have been wanting to find the time to sit down, relax and think about how I was going to explain the most wonderful Valentine’s Day gift my Owner ever gave me. It was so beyond any words, expressions and I am still smiling and crying about it today!
As you know, Valentine’s Day fell on a Friday. Not an easy day to get off in a town like Las Vegas. But my Owner made sure that I had that day off for months in advance. He wanted me to make sure I had the time off to help The Pretty Brunette get ready for their date that night. Knowing He was going to spend that night with her and that I was required to serve her and get her ready for it was not only humiliation but it was emotional torture that I endured for weeks!
In some ways, I was glad the day finally arrived and I could get it over with. Yet, part of me loved enduring the pain it was bringing me knowing that He was also enjoying my personal torture.
The Pretty Brunette has been in town for a few days for a conference and this time, she stayed here, with us. She has been sleeping in His room while I was told to sleep in my room after serving them for the night. Just so you know, Master-Sir has not used me for anything sexual and has not permitted anyone else to use me for sexual slavery for over a month. So I was definitely on an erotic edge by this special day!
After serving them breakfast, they fed me their scraps as usual. Master-Sir informed me of my duties for the day. First, I was to take her car to get it washed and detailed. She has a gorgeous Mercedes Benz 2016 C 300. With all the goodies on it. This was the first time I had ever been allowed to drive it and so it made me nervous as well as excited.
My friend slave-boi still managers the car wash place I use. Normally I am usually allowed to go there and have sex with Him while they wash the car. But now my holes are off-limits to even Him. I may offer him a blowjob, but nothing more. This mental chastity is driving me insane!!
Once I have her car prepared, I was to take her to her favorite hair salon. I had already made the appointment. My duty was to make sure they treat her with respect as well as cut and trim her hair as she directs. i was also expected to pay for it and to tip the staff for their wonderful services. I was not allowed to talk unless asked a question.
Of course, she used this as a time to really play up the public humiliation. Telling me to do this, that or for me to help them get her a drink, massage her fingers or whatever. i was her public slave.
From there, lunch at her desired place. Again, I was expected to pay for it as well as the tip. She ordered my food and drink. After all that, I am to bring her back home where I will be her handmaiden. I will help her bathe, help do her hair and makeup. As well as anything else she tells me to do. Again, I am not to speak unless asked a question.
She loved showing me the beautiful dress she purchased for the night. It’s very long with a slit up the side to show off her legs as well as an open-top to show off her soft cleavage. Tight at the waist to give her an even more beautiful figure to show off as she walks arm in arm with my Owner. Dinner for the two of them is at the Top of the World restaurant. The 5-star rotating restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip. I made the reservations myself to make sure they got the best table in the house. it’s good to know people in this town!!
So, yes, by the time we got back to the house, i was very wet between my legs, almost crying from the emotional humiliation of having to pay for everything while knowing all of this pampering was not for me, but for her to have an enjoyable and hopefully sexually filled evening with my Owner. One that I know I will be required to help with at the end. While i have not been used for anything sexual in a month. Just for a blowjob for slave-boi, a couple of blowjobs for Master Chase last week. As well, I have been used almost every morning for Master-Sir’s morning urinal.
Seeing her in this new gown, all made up and looking so sexy for my Owner, I had to ask permission to go to my room for a little while to cry and get myself back into my head and back into my duties. She smiled as she permitted me some time to myself before my Owner returned home. Reminding me not to play with myself.
When Master-Sir returned home, He seemed happy with what He saw. His naked slave with tears in her eyes, smiling as I removed His shoes and kissed His feet to welcome Him home. His beautiful girlfriend was at the top of the stairs looking super sexy and ready for anything.
After their initial hello kiss, she informed Him that His slave was very well behaved today and served her very well. Master-Sir smiled at me and gave me a “Good Bitch” compliment. I was happy to be rewarded with kind words, but I could feel the tears starting in my eyes. This was so painful to see and yet I was still wet as I could be.
When Master-Sir got naked for His shower, I could see he was already semi-hard at just seeing her in the dress. I smiled as He pointed. I knelt between His legs and swallowed His waiting cock. Waiting to feel the warmth of His nectar flow and for me to faithfully swallow it. Just knowing He was already semi-hard, meant he was planning for some serious sex tonight with her.
As I kelt by the door, I watched them leave the house, it felt like a movie premiere night. he had a corsage for her and both were smelling super sexy pretty. I was told there was a list of things for me to do while they were gone and they expected the list to be done before they came home.
Her list for me looked like something from a bad movie. I was left with orders to hand scrub the kitchen floor then do a few other menial duties around the house. texting her each time I completed them. All while I wait for their return. The Pretty brunette told me my dinner was in my dog bowl in the kitchen. She was serious. it was breakfast cereal that I swear was mixed with real kibble and bits for dogs. But she never told me. I just knew I had to eat that and have the bowl empty by the time they came home.
Later in the evening, I finally received a text telling me I had thirty minutes to get showered and to be cleaned. They were heading home and I needed to be ready to serve them the remainder of the night. She made sure I knew they had big plans for some hot sex tonite….
New years eve was the last time anybody fucked my pussy or my ass. I have been on almost daily cock sucking missions and assignments since then. But my other two holes have been ignored, even by my Owner and it was driving me crazy because I have not been allowed to masturbate either.
Now I was going to spend the most romantic night of the year, watching my Owner and His beautiful girlfriend have what I knew would be some long, hot sex sessions and all i was supposed to do was serve them drinks and lick up their mess? I was about to start thinking of ways to kill myself! (not really, but I was seriously in pain and torture)
After they arrived home. I kissed their feet as I took off their shoes. The Pretty Brunnette was verbally easing my Owner as He was kind of doing the same to her. I was ordered to lay on the floor in the living room as she stood over me, telling me to open my legs and show my Owner how wt my pussy was. As I did this, she remover her dress and let it slip to the floor.
She put one leg on each side of my head as I stared up into her beautifully trimmed and scented pussy. She began to lower herself onto my mouth. telling me it was my turn to pleasure her. I was unsure of what to do. I was waiting for my Owner to say something, but he stayed looking at my pussy as she fitted herself onto my mouth, facing him and talking.
She stopped just as Her inner lips were just out of reach of my tongue. I felt my Owner move but could not see or hear where He was. She stood up, smiled at me as I focused my vision when I saw Him standing over me with His erect cock out. He smiled as He knelt down, telling me to keep my legs apart and my hands over my head. He finally feeds me His cock. Slowly teasing me as He lowered it all the way in to my mouth. I could feel His pubic hair as opened my eyes to see His wonderful sack and sweet asshole. He was leaning a bit forward as if He was about to start to play with my pussy.
I started to panic. My breathing became difficult as He was not moving Just keeping His hard cock all the way down my throat. Making breathing nearly impossoible. As i tried to shift my head to get a breath of air, I heard The Pretty Brunnette whisper in my ear “Breathing is optional, Bitch Slave. Suck His cock is Mandatory” than a soft laugh as she moved away. She was right. I am there to serve Him, His cock. Muy comfort, even if it is something as trivial as breathing, should not be important. But I needed to breathe if I wanted to be around for more!!
Master-Sir shifted His weight and made it a little easier for me to catch a small breath while still having His cock down my throat. Then I felt it. her warm breath on my pussy. She was teasing me again. My body was starting to respond to the erotic torture of bein pinned down and having a cock choke off my air. Breathing play. Now I had a warm breath on my open pussy. I was panicking again. My mind was on overload as I tried to figure out what to do. Do I enjoy this tease? Do I try to move to be more comfortable? Why is she there and he is not moving?
Soon, the warm breath turned into a wet and long tongue. The Pretty Brunette was beginning to lick my pussy! She was using very long, slow strokes as I do for her!! I could hear her softly breathing even with my throat stuff. I was beginning to panic even more. MY wetness I am sure was now a river flow. I was not sure if I was supposed to enjoy this or not. If i was, how was i supposed to let her know or to thank her?
My mind was running a million ways and thoughts were racing, but the feeling was building again. I knew was going to have an orgasm soon and it was going to be without permission. Her tongue was certainly just doing what I was thinking it looked like as she would licking an ice cream cone. Long, hard licks as she pushed her tongue into my pussy as I started to shake from the feelings inside.
Master-Sir moved a little off some I could get a little more air in. he told me to relax, enjoy and let the moment happen. But I was not allowed to make Him cum. the moment He gave me permission to cum, my mind just went into deep submission and exploded as did my body. I tried to scream but His cock stopped anything besides a heavy breath of air. I was grabbing the sheets for dear life just as I had seen her do soo many times before. I have never been allowed to have such a powerful orgasm and as one was starting to slow down, I started to feel another one building up as I also felt her hands on my nipples. Master-Sir was not moving. He was blocking my view and preventing me from saying anything.
From there, I have no clue to what followed. I blacked out. Choked of air while being licked to a series of powerful, earth-shattering orgasms… Minutes? Hours? days, I have no clue. I just remember waking up on the floor. The house was dark but the sun seemed to just be starting to rise. I was drained of all energy. Wrapped in a blanket in the arms of my Owner. He had a pillow, I had His chest. The beautiful Brunette was nowhere to be found.
Master-Sir realized I was awake as he smiled at me. He told me it was about time. he was starting to panic. before I could respond, he pushed my head down onto His cock and told me to “drink”. My morning urinal duty was a priority. I was back to reality.
Master-Sir was in an especially good mood. After I performed my morning drinking duty, He allowed me to use my bathroom and to wash up. I felt sticky on my face and between my legs. Other than an unusually perky good morning, He never let on what had happened last night. I was starting to wonder if it was a dream. But the cum on my face and the wetness between my legs told me otherwise.
Before I was allowed to use the bathroom, he told me i was expected to come back and lick the mess up on the carpet that I made the night before. So I knew it wasn’t an erotic dream!! I was all too happy to return to the floor and lick whatever he wanted me to lick. I was almost crying with joy as I came back from my shower and kissed Him. He returned the kiss and even gave me a deep tongue. Something he hadn’t done to me in a long while.
As I made breakfast, he was very touchy, kissy and was really feeling my tits all over. But He refused to talk about the night before other than to say it was a wonderful night out with His lady and how He enjoyed how His slave properly served her to make it all so special. Then He smiled at me. Knowing it was killing me to know the details of how, when and why? He will allow me to talk about it and to ask about it at a later time. For right now, I was to focus on serving Him.
I served Him His breakfast then knelt at His side. He feeds me a little more than usual from His hands and even waited for me to lick the plate clean afterward before having me kiss His feet to start the day!
He walked out to the patio, it was a bit chilly outside, but I didn’t care as I crawled behind Him. He sat in His chair by the pool and open up His robe to show me His wonderfully hard cock. without a command, I slid between His legs and obediently swallowed every inch of it and gave Him the most wonderful, long-lasting and probably wettest blow job I had ever given Him. Telling Him it was my way to say “thank you for letting me serve them Last night”.
He picked up His phone and called The Pretty brunette to tell her how the morning went. As He talked to her, I made myself useful as His footstool. The pebbles on the ground were painful, the air was cold on my skin. But to feel His feet on my back and to hear His warm words of praise He was telling His lover about His morning, I would have knelt in a pit of fire for Him!!
Yes, I am His bitch-slave. I love Him with every fiber of my being. Yes, I will do anything to please Him.
I guess maybe this is His way of paying me back for my service? my dedication or my obedience? I don know. But I will not question it. I will just remember it or the rest of my life. And maybe one day soon, we can talk about it and I get to relive the memory with Him.