You are probably so tired of hearing me say this, however, yet it is so very true and this comes from the very depths of my soul. I am so eternally grateful to whoever or whatever powers that made it happen so that I could meet the man who is now my Owner. Never have I had a man in my life that knew me better than I knew myself, who has the heart and the wisdom to know what I need to make sure that I stay safe from harm. Including self-harm.
Master-Sir is in the middle of a reflection and realignment of His career. Yet takes the time to make sure that His slave is being properly used to the best of her ability and to not be free to wander around in her own crazy head. At this moment in my life, I need to be kept busy, occupied and focused on serving.
Knowing that, Master-Sir has agreed with my Boss to give me every hour of extra work time, assignments and duties that I could legally work. He is not allowing me to have one minute to feel pity or despair or to start to think about all the “what-if’s” I know would be filling my slave head if I had the free time to think.
Where am I going with this?
With all the new work assignments added to my normal slave duties, I have no real downtime to write, think or react. I work, I serve, I sleep, I serve, I work. If I were not a slave, I would ask for a vacation so that I could escape it all and sleep for a week. All this work, plus slave duties as well as what I am about to say, this slave is totally exhausted.. But I must continue with my duties and my life of service to my Owner without stopping. It will get better.
First off, my Owner is on “sabbatical” while He decides His future course of action. His job has been too much for Him. Too much travel. Too much time on the road. Not enough time at home or with the people He wants to be around. So they offered Him a little time off to “consider” His options.
That can be a good thing. There is a local marketing company He has been talking with that may have a wonderful doing similar projects without all the travel. Or He may return to His old job in a reduced capacity. Meaning cut in pay as well as fewer hours. Or He just may quit and go in another direction.
The problem is that while He has been off, He found that His hero and my favorite relative, Uncle Sir, had a series of strokes and was in a coma in intensive care back in Chicago. Family members told Him that Uncle-Sir may not come out of the coma and be prepared for the worst.
Master Jerry found a new professional caregiver for slave Haley and together they have done some short term wonders. Last Monday, I came home from work to find Master-Sir, Master Jerry out by the pool and slave Haley was fucking my Owner like she was a teenager. Screaming one minute that His huge cock was going to tear her open (she has always been tight in the pussy), the next minute she was begging to be hurt more by asking Master-Sir to fuck her harder.
Master Jerry told her she could serve Master-Sir. So she spent most of the rest of the night on her knees, at His side. She even asked me if I was ok with it. of course, I was. I loved seeing how much He smiled with her at His side and being the sex slave toy she used to be. In exchange, Master Jerry took my leash and I served Him all night. It was a nice change to watch her being not only His slave and slut, but His toilet as well. Drinking His nectar and smiling even if she hated the taste!
When I first got home, Master Jerry was in the house getting them some drinks. He wanted to talk to me. I mean, really talk to me. He told me they have her on some new strong drugs that will make her feel energized for a day or two, then she will crash for a day or two. He says its almost like crack cocaine with a prescription! Maybe it was crack cocaine. He didn’t care, yet I know He did. He got to have His old slave back for a day or two. Then had to sit by and watch her crash for a day or two… The tears building up in His eyes told me the truth. He was hurting, He was not happy about what this was doing to her but He loved to see her up and moving again. Being happy, serving again.
Master-Sir and I are preparing to fly to Chicago for a funeral. This past weekend we helped Master Jerry move slave Haley into an assisted care facility that we know she will not walk out of ever again. To say that hurts because it now makes it real. My Heros are hurting…
My Heroes Need Love.
Thank you all for the time you took out of your day to read this.
I love you all…