Thursdays, as many of you know, is my one day of the week that I am usually assigned to be a domestic wench. First, it was for my Boss/Dom, then lastly, I was cleaning the home of the couple who own the Pizza Pub we like to go to. Charlie and Patty. Once they figured out who we were, the wife started to ask a lot of questions and both agreed they wanted a similar lifestyle to ours. Just with the twist that they own a popular restaurant, have kids and family commitments. So they still need to look “normal”.
So far they have done a fabulous job of combining their new journey with their busy life and family. Today, with permission from our Master’s, Patty invited me over to their house for some updates, some girl/slave time and to just time to be with someone of the same kink!
When I pulled into the driveway, the garage door opened and when I parked, I noticed a small table by the door going into the house. I knew that was for me to strip before entering. When I walked in, she was already at the bar in the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee, some treats and her ever-loving smile that just radiates happiness. Her breasts showed some signs of being whip[ped and her nipples were hard. Probably because the house was a little cold and she was like me, naked. Master Sir has seen her nipples and loves them as well. So chewable looking is what He says.
When she turned away from me, I noticed she was wearing a rubber butt plug. She told me that’s her daytime companion. Whenever she is hoe alone, she is to wear it. When her Master comes home, and they are alone, He will often change it into the jeweled one. When the kids come home, she is to remove it. She mentioned how it is a mind changer. When she wears the big black one like she is now, she just has a feeling of an office slave. She is there to work. When He changes the jeweled one, she is now HIs slave and knows her attention is now on Him. I can relate.
We shared our hellos and got caught up on life in general, then she asked if I would help her clean as we talked. Ask? of course, I would. She locked the house down so we would not be disturbed accidentally as we began to clean the house of her Master. Again, she puts the words into it for the mental shift. This is to clean the house for the pleasure of her Master.
She enjoys being her husband’s office slave and they made some changes in the house to help separate the business and her service from the family part of the house. The office is more open, with some furniture moved out and the file cabinets hidden. This way she can be kneeling on the floor in front of His desk or behind or under it. They even have a few hooks in the ceiling for when He wants to hang her by her arms or need to whip her.
She smiled when she showed me the corner in the office, across from His desk. She told me that it was an idea from my blog. When my Owner likes to have me stand in the corner for no reason other than He can and I will. Her Master likes to work while watching her ass as she fidgets trying to stand still and not turn to look at what He is doing. The focus is not always easy when you are obeying a command like that!
They even found by turning around the living room furniture to face another direction, it gives the office more insulation and you don’t see or hear them down the hall as much. They added speakers and a sound system to their tv to make it more surround sound for watching tv while also giving them more privacy in the office as the kids will not hear her moan or scream as much!
They also made a few changes to the bedroom to allow her more room on the floor. more privacy as well as soundproofing. Not to mention all the places they now hide toys and extra cleaning supplies! She laughed when she told me all the times she saw her friends who were visiting, sitting right next to a hidden box of condoms and wipes as well as a butt plug and never said a word. She seems to be enjoying this little part of her semi-secret new life.
That was part of the reason she wanted to have time alone with me. She called it her slave adjustment session! She was trying to bring more of her slave side out into the real world, yet knows she needs to be very careful. So we talked about ways to keep the mental part of it alive when not really in slave mode.
For me, it’s easier because I don’t have a business to run, a building filled with people i need to talk with and kids i need to raise to be fine, proper and successful members of society. However, being a well-married couple who work like a well-oiled machine and they have an open display of love and affection for each other, is a great way to raise your kids. Plus they see that Mom and Dad are on the same path, they have a system. Dad leads, mom follows. They share power but in a different way. being equal is not always having both people have the same role. Being equal is being able to choose your place in this world.
My parents were the poster children for the feminist movement. Mom and Dad shared all the power and the chores equally across the house. Neither one was the Master or the Submissive. I’m not into that, however, they showed us, kids, what real love looked like and that marriage was not a hobby, but something that sometimes took work and dedication and maybe even sacrifices.
One of the things I enjoy about my Owner is that He reminds me often that I am His slave. I belong to Him. Maybe there is a place in her life for some of that as well. I mean, just because He tells me out loud that He Owns me, why can’t they express that to each other in a similar manner? Like their marriage vows, “I belong to you and no one else”. It sounds corny as all heck, but it fits int he vanilla world as a little bit 1950’s marriage. Let people think that. You are the Ozzie and Harriet of the neighborhood, who cares?
He can publicly thank her for being dedicated to the success of the family business that she is the offcie wench. Maybe in soem cirlcles that may be too much or wrong, but it is Vegas and they do own a business thta has a large male testosterone filled clients who would chuckle if they heard that. He is the “boss” of the relationship and the business. You are the one with the nose (and tits) to the grindstone. Making the behind the scenes work.
I suggested that she wear the house key that turns on the outside alarm on as a reminder, she is to be the house slave when she uses that key to lock the house down when she gets naked. When around people who would not like or know what I really am, we use soft words and whispers. I will whisper to Him asking permission to use the bathroom. He will make a hand juster with his finger when its time for me to go to the bar for a fresh drink, etc..
Being that person who, in a conversation, will quickly stop talking the moment my Owner starts to talk, shows Him I am His slave and He is the ruler of my world. Some people may catch on and question it, but in the big picture, it shows I have respect for my Man.
Finally, we talked about how words cement that feeling of being owned. How certain words and the people who use them, can get us into the mood deeper and faster. They are swingers, so when He is about to let another man use her, He needs to use those words. Last time we were at the club together, another man had wanted to have sex with her. I heard her Master/husband say to her that “He wants to fuck you” I suggested maybe say “I told Bob he could use your holes. Now go make me proud” She liked that wording. Both in the directness of it and the roughness. He didn’t say that Bob wanted to fuck her pussy or that He wanted her to do it that way. No. He said her holes were His for the user. Not her pussy, but He told her that her holes were being offered to another man and she has no say in what hole He will use. He decides what hole He wants to dump His cum into and she needs to make sure He is happy while using her for that reason. The mind visualizes it differently when you use those terms.
I know I am loved by my husband and Master. That we are lovers as well as Master and slave. But that being His slave is my primary reason for being here. I belong to Him. All my holes are there for him to use, abuse or ignore. I know that and He tells me that often in different ways. Being reminded of my status can be a great turn on. Waking up in the morning, I know I am there because I am His slave, to serve His needs. That is all.
Joking how last week I went to sign a credit card swipe at the grocery store, I actually did sign it “Bitch Slave” before I erased it and remembered what my real name was…
Before I left, I told her how beautiful she is and her radiance is so much brighter now. She just seems happier as a person, being His slave, having the life she seems like she really wanted to have and its fitting well with their life. Enjoy being who you are and keep up the good work!
I enjoy helping people who want to explore their submissive side. To see if it is them and how they can make it more a part of their real life, not just a fantasy. It’s nice having someone to talk to who understands you as well. Not knowing it, our day together was actually what I needed for myself and my own sanity lately.