Master-Sir and the Pretty Brunette have gone out for the night to see a show. Leaving me locked in my room to have time to reflect on the year that was. But I can’t just seem to reflect on the year that was without thinking about the life that I have been blessed with
Twenty years ago I was a young fat chick (yes, i was fat!)with a degree working in fashion retail and sitting in my own office in a tower overlooking Lake Michigan. I had beaten the odds and made further than most of my classmates who bullied and belittled me for my looks and my size. My family and friends always congratulated me on how far I had come in such a short amount of time.
Life was grand except for one thing. I still did not have Master to run home to after work. A man who would take my collar the moment I walked into the house and force me to my knees, get me naked than have me serv Hi every sadistic desire in life. Knowing that if I failed, I would be severely punished. I wanted to forget my day at the office to focus entirely on Him until the morning when it would start all over again. I didn’t have THAT in my life.
Now I realize that I had it all wrong. I had it all backward. Running from a fancy job and title to a home where my Master waited for me to return, was not the life I wanted. I needed to leave my cushy, well-paying job, move 1800 miles away to discover it was only Him i was to serve in all ways that would make my life complete. I was to devote every once of my mind and energy to pleasing Him, that is what would make this fluffy chick with a fancy degree get the towel under her naked sloppy pussy that has not been fucked in 3 months, to become soaking wet at just the thought of it all, to make me happy.
It’s me offering myself up 1000% to the man I trust with my life, to become His property without fear, rights or a say in how her life will be lived, is what my life was meant for and is the life I enjoy living more than life itself. Never had i envisioned to be THIS much of a slave, THIS much of a piece of property or even to trust a man THIS much with Him running every single aspect of my life.
New Year Tradition
I ended last year as Master-Sir has always had me end the year, with His cock in one of my holes. In all the years I have been His slave, in many different situations, there has never been a New Years Eve, no matter where He was, that He did not find me and fuck me when the big event happens. That’s how last year ended. This new year began with a strange, homeless man being allowed to fuck me. As a service slave, I enjoyed that honor. Not something too many slaves can say with pride.
This year, having my other two holes used extensively but having my pussy ignored these last three months have been agonizing. Making me want to climb the walls or start to fuck a tree stump for relief. With the Pretty Brunette here for the big night, i doubt very much if that tradition will continue as he has a much prettier pussy to fuck at the magic hour. And i am ok with that.
To know that He will have a warm place to bury His cock or to have a pretty woman to hold and kiss when the new year begins makes me happy and that is such a unique feeling. To know I will still be loved as His slave even if I am ignored by Him.
The reason I am happy, after much reflection, is in my status as His property. I mean truly as His property. I live for His love and commands. I am His bitch, His dog who loves unconditionally and who will love Hm no matter how he ignores my needs while making sure I fulfill all of His needs.
To add to that, after the powerfully loving and deep emotional connection i had for the love of MIss Evvy, I wanted to dig deeper into my submissive behaviors to see where it would lead. With the Pretty Brunnte’s help, they helped dig my hole a little deeper and my need for obedience and correction much greater. I really enjoy being the Bitch Slave to whoever He demands me to be. I want to be nothing but His slave to command, use, and abuse. I want to live only for His approval and love.
The Pretty Brunnet has opened some new doors into my new world that I never knew I would accept. But now I crave. From being my Owners urinal in the morning, I am also there to orally pleasure the Pretty Brunette whenever she commands and to do it with love and desire.
During routine phone calls to family and friends, she will look at me, smile and point. I will immediately drop to my knees and crawl between her legs and start to gently and loving lick between her wet pussy folds as I here her smile and breath a little heavier as she tries to talk. In the morning while Master is in the shower to late at Night after Master-Sir has fallen asleep and she needs something to help her sleep, my tongue is hers to command.
If i am not used to sexual pleasure my Owner at the strike of twelve tomorrow night, but she is there instead, I will be perfectly pleased and will know for sure, that my pussy will never again be used for his pleasures. To know I can live with that makes me wet with happiness as well as want to smile in the fact that I am truly serving His needs without any regards to my own. A slave. A piece of property.
It’s nice to know, that you really can pick your family. The family you want in your life. We have the family that is granted to us with birth. They will always, no matter what, hold a special place in our hearts. However, it’s the people we decide to let into our hearts and our homes who do not share blood, that become the family you live with and share your life with.
Master-Sir has always had a special group of friends that He has shared His life with. People who do the same with Him, share their lives with Him. I have been blessed to be accepted into their lives and to serve them as Master-Sir has commanded. These are the people who will be there for Him, for me, no matter what and no matter when. They know our secrets and know who I am and what I am to Him and to them. They love me as they do Him and use me as if I was special. without any questions or judgment. These people have been wonderful to spend this year with and look forward to helping, serving and pleasing them into the new year.
My brother, after learning my secret and facing His hidden truth, found the love of His life who shares His desire to be a Master to a slave. She is my sister that I never had and I love her to death.
She has always tried to be my go-to girl for things and I was always her resource and a shoulder to lean on when things got tough. She wants to be His slave like I am the slave to my Owner. It seemed to be her secret destiny to marry a man who could bring her slave side out with the power and thunder she found in my relationship with my Owner.
However, she found her true calling when my brother used those magical words and told her He wanted to breed her. While he told the rest of the world that He hoped they could have children together. Now she finds herself bred, fucked, with child. She pregnant. She was giddy with excitement when she realized that her life will change for the better again and no matter how badly she wanted to be that piece of property to her men, to mimic my lifestyle as much as possible, she will have to keep it a dream and settle for being a well-loved mother, wife and a super sexy submissive with some wonderful slave tendencies as she serves my brother in her role as wife. She has also enjoyed accepting the new challenges she will have in about 5 months!
Friends New Lives
It’s always fun to watch people discover new paths for their lives and their loves. The happy couple who serve us delicious pizzas and I served as their housekeeper as the wife went thru some family tragedies, discovered their new love for the Master/slave lifestyle and have become a more productive business team as well as lovers. she has taken the role of His slave into all parts of her life including managing parts of the business for Him, not for Them. she also realized it was indeed her position to make sure He runs the business and is not distracted by the little details like bookkeeping, mail, and staff management. Things she is good at and has become even better at when she made it into a command from her Owner rather than a request of her husband.
My young friend has now assumed the role of pizza delivery manager when He has the time off from His studies. His boss has agreed that He can enjoy the benefits of my Owners liberal tipping policies. That would be a cash tip than a blowjob from the house wench when delivering to our house. The owner of the pizza place has finally let us know that with the wife, now His private slave, He is getting plenty of “tips” whenever he decides to get them from her.
Master Chase, what can I say. He is the stereotypical Las Vegas stud muffin. Has a really nice girlfriend He loves and she loves Him, but when she is not available or has her period and He wants to get relief, he still uses my holes before taking me to work or during the lunch break in one of the hotel suites He is remodeling. And He has no problem sharing the wealth with a couple of His coworkers when they stop over to His apartment for a game of poker or poke the wench.
Happiness on Steroids
Some have asked and by now you have probably noticed in this post, there is not a lot of “Me” in it. It’s about the other people who are special to my life. And that’s the point. I am in each of these points. I am there to serve, to please, to be used and to be enjoyed for their pleasures.
As perverse as it sounds, I have really enjoyed not being the person, but being the thing, the property, the relief, the tool, the slave.
I wanted to be an Owned slave. I wanted one man to find me useful, pleasurable and enjoyable to be a part of His life. To make me an important part of His life and making His life special, easy and happy. Never realizing to what depths I would take that desire and to now see how deep into being a slave that I really am.
Knowing that if I were to lose Him tomorrow, i would not want to live or to go on. That I have found my absolute happiest when I am being used for His pleasure, His happiness. Only Him. Nobody else. I wanted to be His property. Not realizing that I would really be a piece of property in almost every way.
He doesn’t see me as His love, but as His servant, butler, toilet, cumbucket, slut, whore, maid, whipping post. To realize that I really went over into the deep end and no longer see myself as a girl, a woman, a wife. But as a slave to serve. No matter how He wants me to serve, I will provide service with a smile.
If He never uses my pussy again, I can live with that. As long as I know He is happy with me being in His life and serving all His needs, I can die a happy slave, a happy girl.
This year has just been beyond my wildest dreams and gave me a new look on life and to know that I am loved as I have never been loved by a man who can have better lovers in His life, but still wants me to be there to serve Him.
I live to hear His voice tell me “Good Bitch Slave”
On to the new year…