Thank you all for the wonderful comments, emails and chat about the new stuff as well as bringing back the old content as I can find them. It’s a fun time to sit back, read what I was thinking, doing or having done to me compared to where i am now in my slave life.
Especially enjoying reliving the first times when Master-Sir started to date Miss Evvy and everything she brought to our relationship. She worked for a medical sales company in SanDiego and traveled here on business frequently. So she and Master-Sir had been emailing and calling before ever meeting. Then after meeting, everything went into overdrive. She is a strong, sexual person with a mind filled with ideas, questions, and desires to explore not to mention a beautiful body my Owner loves to make passionate love to and with.
Her ability to learn my trigger buttons, my love for humiliation and my desire to do anything that would please my Owner, drove her to love Him even more. That love extended to using and abusing His slave for her pleasures.
Everything about her and the way she came to be in our lives, said so much about her and what she cared for. When Master-Sir made me taste her on His cock that first night they made love, told me He had a strong feeling for her. When She finally came to the house and they had sex, Master-Sir pushed my face into her pussy to lick her clean, she was like me in some ways, not wanting to have to have a sexual interaction with another female. She was shocked but soon came to love having me between her legs for almost any worshipping. Until Her, i never enjoyed being the cleanup tool after Master-Sir had sex with a woman. But for her, i would gladly take my place between her soft thighs anytime she ordered me to.
Maybe one of the things that made me love her so much is our mutual love for fine lingerie and nice clothing. When I was in high school, one of the ways that helped me not be bullied so much was that i started to focus on fashions that made my fluffy body look a little more acceptable to the other kids. That led me into a career of fashion for large women as well as the Barbie girls so many men seem to want.
My fashion sense actually helped me gain favor with a few of the popular girls in school who needed a little help with their fashions as well as the boys who wanted to impress them needing ideas on buying their sweet ladies something sexy as a gift or a token of their appreciation.
For most of my adult life, I would shop only the name brands and never entered a Walmart or general clothing department store. Maybe I became a little bit of a snob when it came to clothing! Of course, that all ended when I became Owned and Master-Sir insisted that i become a maid for a resort. Making me give up a majority of my clothing to Goodwill and other charities before He allowed me to move into His home.
Miss Evvy was so much like the old me in fashion and then some. She always wore the name brands, always looked fashion runway ready and always smelled so pretty and sexy while still looking confident and deadly! When here, she would take me shopping for her wardrobe. Allowing me to follow her into the places I used to have personalized credit cards and shopping valets for. Now I was her shopping valet.
She would have me help her chose new bra’s and lingerie sets, dresses and skirts then carry them for her into the dressing area where i would assist her in trying them on. While telling me in a very stern and loud voice that “afterward, we could go shopping at Walmart to you get something new for your office wardrobe.” Her words were always harsh, cutting and make me wet with happiness while i carried her new purchases out to the car.
Once she met my Owner and started to stay at His house, she switched from fine pantyhose to lingerie, silk stockings, and garters. Leaving her beautiful pussy open so that she could easily lift her skirt and shove her pussy into my face whenever she felt like it. Or sit on the couch or a park bench and have me kneel between her legs to smell, look and occasionally lick her wet pussy in a discreet public exhibition.
Knowing that she was wearing the finest of undergarments, just gave me a sense of pleasure and pride when I was told to take off her clothing prior to her having a wild session of sex and romance with my Owner. To feel the fineness of the clothing as she stood before me as I removed each piece as ordered and folded it up or properly hung it up for fear of punishment. The beauty of the fabric and the fact that this wonderful lady wore it as she was about to make my Owner very happy with her sexual charms, made me a happy little slave.
I always come back to her use of humiliation. Miss Evvy was the first girlfriend to understand how it worked on me and what the hot-button words were and weren’t. She would use the right amount of love, stern voice and humiliation that would sting deeply, feel wonderful and make me want more of it, all at the same time. Like when I would help her dress for a date out with my Owner. Each piece she chooses was important. Her stockings as she told me how they looked when my Owner would be fingering her pussy in the car or that the bra would be left in the car because He likes to see her topless on the drive as she held His cock for comfort. Always making it known that She was the one who would get fucked that night, not me.
Especially if she knew Master-Sir had stopped using me for sex. Weeks or months sometimes, she would use that to put me on the edge as she talked about the sex that I would be witnessing later and that she was getting it while i was left to watch, to clean up their mess afterward. Being left on the side without getting anything. Once in a while, she would even have me masturbate for her or would make sure i was wet and wanting before leaving for the date. Just to make me hurt more.
Her perfect sense of fashion, professionalism, and courtesy always gave me flashbacks to the life before Master-Sir. We could often talk the same things and she even allowed me to read the latest fashion magazines, teasing me and taunting me with what it must be like now to be just a nude slave or when allowed, to be made to dress downward instead of being the fashion queen I may have been in the past.
One of the first things she did when moving somethings into the Master Bedroom, was to have me switch hair shampoo. A brand I have used for years and loved the way it made my hair look and smell. But it was the same brand she used and that would not be allowed. How could the lady of the house be the lady of the house if she shares something so personal as hair shampoo with the house slave? So I had to start using a cheaper brand.
In time, she would show some kindness by buying me a nice bra and panty set to wear to work. Giving me a little taste of that fine feeling of expensive lingerie that she enjoys every day. of course, this kindness always came at a cost. Public humiliation, a heavy flogging or spanking at home or other uses that for me would be painful but for her were always entertaining.
The fact that her sense of style rubbed off on my Owner. He started to dress up more, wear more professional or at least more business casual clothing when she was around, even away from work. He dressed to match her, professional, stylish and even more handsome than normal. Letting me know that He was doing this for her.
When they would talk on the phone between visits, He would use me in place of her for sexual release. As they talked, she was still as sharp with the humiliation and the occasional kindness. He would make sure I knew and that she preferred that He use my mouth hard and rough or my ass for its tightness because the slave has a very “sloppy” pussy. So using my ass for its tightness would be a close to the feeling of her beautiful tight pussy. besides, she never likes anal sex. Never letting me forget that i was not there for His love and gentleness, I was only there to be a cum dump until He could have the real thing again.
Now that she is no longer in our lives as much, I’m not sure if she will ever be replaced. Master-Sir may find another girlfriend to like, maybe even love. But there is only one Miss Evvy and she will always be number one in my book of lovers for my Owner.