Well, hello there everyone and anyone who finds this post. I hope you are doing well and having a wonderful day.
I am Bitch Slave and according to some loving people that I adore and trust, I have been missing in action! Not anymore!!
My Owner has allowed me to return to what I call my home. My safe place. A place that He has allowed me to have where I can think, ponder, romance and explain why I love being an Owned slave to the most wonderful man and Master a girl could ever have!
The life I live as an Owned slave, a slave who has no rights, no freedoms and yet feels freer than she has ever felt before becoming His property.
However, just before we were to celebrate our 15th year as Master /slave Husband/wife, we had a little reality scare as Master-Sir’s office got a new hire who was headstrong and wanted to make a name for herself as the one who defines what is right and what is wrong in the world.
Just in case you don’t know, living in Las Vegas is like living in a wonderland of imaginations and mirages. The city likes to talk about being a place to Sin, but in reality, it really isn’t. Especially if you work in one of the top resorts here. They really don’t want their employees to be committing any real sins. We need to stay pure and polite.
I know, a lot of you panicked when you saw that I vanished from your feeds. My apologies for the sudden departure. But it had to be done swiftly.
In hindsight, it’s nice to know someone was actually reading what I wrote and you sent me some really nice emails asking if I was alright. I am safe, happy and still a slave.
In the office where my Owner works, one of the new managers above Him decided she was going to snoop around and see if anyone is being kinky, perverted or just having too much fun after work and punish them for violating the company’s behavior policy.
Master-Sir immediately removed my blog as well as my Fetlife account. The two things that point most to who I am and is the easiest to track and find with the right searching software.
The good news is that upper, I mean really upper management was tired of her spending time trying to be the town marshal and someone found dirt on her as well. So she is now in a lower job and has been muted very well. They have not told us what they found, but apparently, she was a very bad girl at one time. Plus they just got tired of all the gossip. So now Master- Sir has allowed me to return to where I can be me.
This blog is not really mine. As a slave, I own nothing, so this technically belongs to my Owner who allows me to be here and be free to write what I want without fear of Him judging me or punishing me for anything He may feel is be bad or wrong. He does read this and any responses to what I write. That’s His right as my Owner and I respect that right.
The Bad News
Master Sir was in such a panic to delete all this. He actually deleted it all. SO I lost any backups of my site as well as any comments or conversations from friends and visitors. I am actually starting over from scratch. So forgive me if you are not seeing any of the old stuff or the notes or comments.
In my little free time, I will try to make it back up and post some of what I remember was here.
As always, I really do love to hear from you and what you think as well as answer any of your questions about living life as a slave.
Thank You and please return again soon!