Having been a slave so long, you tend to forget sometimes that people are not always the same and they have limits that take time to form. Or maybe its the newness of the shiny object as it reflects on an old memory that has returned.
This is a time I realize my true place in the world and find comfort at the feet of those who control; me and the man who owns me. Yes, this old slave is blabbering on as her emotions fill the emptiness of her heart and her mind. I thank The Pretty Brunette who is house-sitting and slave sitting while Master-Sir is off on another business trip.
Jack is enjoying His new life. His return to what he keeps telling me is the “real world” as compared to the years He was homeless and lost. I guess that’s how He can separate the times from when He was happily married, in a great job and had the support of familiar family and friends. Then the wall opened up and He slid into the “other world” of no job, no family and finding a way to live on the mean streets of Las Vegas. Only now, He came back to reality, His credibility is growing as is His reputation for a hard-working manager.
When He came out of the program with a clean bill of health, a great set of mentors as well as a great job many people would kill for, He also had the support of a slave. A person He was told He could use as He wanted and as He needed. The shiny new object.
He told me He could not believe people like me existed or that relationships could be this well structured. He enjoyed the free use of my holes as well as my skills as a domestic slave and organizer of anything! He also loved being pampered and catered to by a nude wench eager to please with no strings attached.
This past week, He had started to grow distant. Not wanting me there as often and when I was, not always naked and insisting I sit at the table and eat with Him and drink with Him. He fell back into the asking me to do things, not telling me or just assuming I knew.
He even stopped fucking me in the pussy, instead, asking for along, luxurious blowjob instead. As I sucked on His rock hard cock, he started to talk. I knew where this was going. I had those flashbacks of previous relationships. He was enjoying the long, deep throats of my mouth and tongue. He never went soft, no matter what He was talking about.
He was having issues. Moral, maybe a bit religious. He was wanting to find a girl and be monogamous and this was upsetting those plans. I offered my domestic services if that is all that He wanted. He was so soft-spoken and kind as He asked if I would perform them dressed? Although I would obey and be as dressed as He would want me to, we both knew I would not be happy in my service if I were. He would not want me to be naked and be sexually unavailable.
As a slave, how my mind works and the needs that I have developed, the ones I need to be filled in order for me to be who I am. Happy and smiling and sexually available, I would not be happy and would not be the slave He would need or I could accept for myself if I were not naked when serving a man I respect as He is. No matter what, I would always be there for Him as He would ever need me to be, no matter what. But I can not serve a man who can not demand my service. A man who would need my approval for anything. That’s not how I am wired. I need that “Do This” to survive and live a happy life.
The Pretty Brunette was at the house when I returned from being with Him. She knew something wasn’t right. She was actually very comforting and supportive as I explained that I will no longer be His slave on call and that since it ended, she would be free to punish me if she desired. The Pretty Brunette had me kneel on the floor then sat next to me and let me cry into her shoulder then into her lap as she wrapped me in a blanket, never really saying a word.
She ordered a pizza from another location, then we sat on the floor with the TV on and talked like we never talked before. Together, one on one. About relationships, old flames, pains, and promises. Never fear, I was still a slave to her. Got the drinks, ask permission to use the bathroom, etc… But otherwise, we were two people on the floor of the living room, each wrapped in a blanket. she too got naked. And we talked.
This was never supposed to be a relationship, not one that had roots, emotions, and pain. Freinds with one having benefits while the other one served and supported. But yet, it grew deep fast and strong. we will still be friends I am sure. Distant friends or at least acquaintances that will meet at industry events. The Vegas market at this level is tiny and somewhat tight. So there will be times where we will be together. I will always be there for Him unless Master-Sir has other plans.
The Pretty Brunnette thinks there are other things behind this. he has one more month of the work program. He can then move on to other cities, other resorts. he may already have a little honey on the side and wants to focus on her. One man, one woman. I get that. But I am still very hurt. Very raw.
After a pizza, some nice wine, and warm conversation, The Pretty Brunnete had enough. She turned on a Movie, had me place my head between her legs and watched her show while I focused my energy and closed my mind as I licked and massaged her beautiful pussy and its Magnificant lips as they grew red and puffy from my attention. Her breathing changed from shallow to major panting to gasping as She pushed my head in or pulled me away from her flowing river of juices.
Finally, I remember Her waking me up. I must have fallen asleep licking my Goddess to several wonderfully warm orgasms. I needed to make sure my evening chores were done as she told me I would be sleeping with Her. So I was also needed to get a warm bath ran.
From there, She allowed me to curl up in the bed while she soaked and read a book. I did as I ordered. Falling fast asleep. Only to be woken up to get her some morning coffee and to get her clothes out for the day. But first, she demanded a morning orgasm. I knelt between her legs as I was servicing my owner, and performed as she desired.
My mind still clouded with the events from the previous day. Knowing I would not be seeing my friend, my project. He was at another hotel down the street, but a world away..