Master-Sir has been a bit busy lately and that’s a good thing. The job has been keeping Him traveling just in the area. Mostly California and that means two things: He is home more nights and He gets to spend more time with The Pretty Brunette. To add to that, Her company is sending her here frequently for seminars and conferences. So they are together more, they get to have more quality time together and that means I get used more for their pleasures and abuse. There have also been a few times when She has been here while He was on the road.
So what that all means is that Master-Sir has no need for my sloppy pussy. He stopped fucking me there and if He does need to use me, its either a face fuck blow job or a quick anal fuck before He rolls over to go to sleep. Now again, that means I am on a constant emotional roller coaster as His other friends are also busy with their lives and have no need for pity fuck with my pussy. I am left wanting, needing and in constant arousal. That means I am more slave-like(?) suffering and enjoying whatever amount of attention they decide to give me.
As Master-Sir was making plans for a Memorial Weekend gathering, He made it very clear that I should not even think about Him fucking my pussy unless He is really (REALLY) desperate or too drunk to really care. Yes, we are back on track for probably a very long and painful summer of verbal humiliation and sexual denial. As His property, I am ok with it. The craving drives me insane and in a weird, strange way, I feed off that anger or desires. Master-Sir has asked His friends that if they really need to use me for their sexual release, so please make sure they enjoy it and that I am used for their pleasures only, not mine. Meaning they can use me for sex, but make it painful for me and pleasurable for them.
hat if they use me for sexual slavery, make sure it is for their pleasure, not mine. They know they can be as painful as they want to be verbally and even physically.
His friends have said they could find some time to use me if they really wanted to. So there is hope someone will help me kill that edge.
The Pretty Brunette has a wonderful way of verbally humiliating me then sending me into several mindful orgasms. One night when I was licking Master-Sir’s cum from her beautiful pussy, they were talking about my pussy. The Pretty Brunette wanted to make sure He was not really thinking of using my pussy now that they have been getting back in sync and hooking up often.
Master-Sir assured her He had no reason to ever want to use my flabby pussy for anything other than maybe sticking a beer can into it when I am sent to fetch another beer! So she asked about my being used by others? He mentioned how the other people who are allowed to use me are a little busy in their own lives and have better places for their sexual needs. So she offered a question on creating a project for me. Something I could work on when I need to be used?
I want sure what she meant and I was not going to ask. I know Master-Sir will explain it all later. Nothing more was said as they started to curl up into each other’s arms and I was sent to my room for the night.
The next day when Master-Sir was with me. We were driving from my job to home and I stopped at my usual gas station. Master-Sir was on His phone talking to His boss about the next trip out of town. Once again, I was met by Jack. A homeless man I befriended a few years ago. When I pull in and He is there. He comes over to politely offer to pump my gas and wash my windows. I give Him a few dollars. I have never felt threatened by Him or how He looks. We talk about life, Vegas and of course, the heat. Or the lack of it right now.
If Jack was washed up, shaved and properly attired, He would make a fine looking man of middle age. From what I now know, He is not an alcoholic. But He does drink when offered. I don’t blame Him for that considering where and how He is living. A messy divorce with a lot of money obligations He got saddled with at the same time as the company He worked for suddenly going bankrupt a few years ago, mixed with family estrangement. All of this hitting Him all at the same time, sent Him out into the mean streets of Las Vegas.
He has never lost His sense of humor. He knows He can do better if He really puts in the work. But right now, He is just not there or maybe not ready to try again. We have talked a few times on how He got to where He is. But I just don’t want to pull that all out of Him. He is a nice man, always having kind words to say about everyone and everything. I keep hoping for something good to come along for Him.
As I returned to chauffeuring my Owner back Home, He mentions how nice Jack was while talking to me and how He helped me with everything. I had mentioned Jack several other times when Master-Sir asks about my day. So I had to agree. It’s not often I get a man who just wants to do something nice for me and all He expects is a compliment or maybe a cash tip. Suddenly Master-Sir said, “That’s the project”. I forgot about the comment about the project. But Master-Sir went further. Maybe that’s what He needs. A woman who is not interested in anything other than helping Him get back into the game! A submissive woman who is tasked with only helping Him.
My Christmas Project Redux!
Master-Sir recalled how excited I was to help my first Master, who became homeless during the Christmas season a few years ago and helped Him become a functioning member of society. Maybe I could do the same for Jack. Or at least find out why He’s still where He is and see if He would accept some help.
So wafter Master-Sir talked it over with The Pretty brunette, they agreed that Jack would be my project. I was now allowed some extra time in my already busy day, to spend getting to know Jack. To see what or if he wanted help in getting back on His feet or just wanted a friend he could talk with? If He desired it, He would be allowed to fuck me with protection or get a regular blowjob from me when he desired it. I would be needing to make sure he was clean and protected, but I was not to say No to Him. All of this would be done IF He wanted it.
If He Says “No” to any of it, I will obey and honor Him.
I know Las Vegas can be a cruel place to live. Especially if you have fallen on hard times. The social network that other cities have, is not here. Too many different reasons and variations on the fact that Vegas is still a very transient town. People are not as friendly, especially to strangers or those down on their luck. So I know, or at least I hope I know that I can be a friend to one lost soul here and maybe make His life a little brighter with each time we meet. AT least I want to try to see if He wants me as a friend. Another human being He can talk with and relate to in this life.
I was to just let Him know I was there for Him. If He only wanted friendship, I would be that friend. Help with resources, transportation, etc, i would offer it. If He wanted nothing, i would back away, thank Him and return to just being that fluffy girl who talks to Him when He washes my windows!
The Pretty Brunette added that my holes except my mouth were now off limits to all until I find out what help He would want or He would accept. The Pretty Brunette, with the permission of my Owner, added another piece of humiliation to the puzzle. I would be punished, beat, flogged or spanked, each night I came home from work without a “Jack Update”.
Not only does she want “Jack Updates” often, even when she is not here, but she also wants the important ones posted here for her recollection, amusement as well as my humiliation. Or maybe, hopefully, watch as one person opens up and helps another person to change their lives for the better. I know my days are better when I see Him at the station and we talk. He always leaves me with a smile. Maybe now I can return that favor.
All this starts Tomorrow! So that’s why I am posting this tonight.
Please let me know your thoughts to all this.