Master-Sir alerted me to the fact that I have not made one post in almost a month. Asking me why? I had no real answer and of course, Master-Sir did not accept that answer. So I was sent to stand in the corner int the kitchen until He needed me. To give me time to think and to ponder.
Sometimes that’s what it takes. Some time to just face a rock wall with nothing else to do. Knowing you have no choice and have no clue to how long you will be there. Just whatever your last thought was before being sent there, you remember to think about that. How do I answer that?
Maybe it was that day I spent with slave Haley. Seeing her Owner before and afterward, to tell Him what we did. The time she told me she was happy not being a slave with a Master to obey 24/7. her happiness with her new life had me questioning mine for a few moments.
I don’t see myself not being the slave to my Owner. But i also realize something a bit different in our relationship. She was a slave for a long time to a Master she loved and obeyed without question before He passed away. Leaving her alone until my Owner rescued her and gave her the slave life back. She had a second lease on life and enjoyed that ride as well. But now, she wants to be retired. She has lived a wonderful life that few people ever get to have. The first marriage was a Master/slave marriage to a man she said she loved with all her heart and soul.
Her life with Master Jerry was not marriage focused and maybe not even love focused. They were Master/slave. Nothing more and as she told me He was and still is a wonderful Master. But wasn’t comparing to her first love, first master and her husband. it was different yet fulfilling.
As Master Jerry’s slave, she was His slave. Very rarely was she loaned out, used by others or given to serve somebody without Him being present. She liked that because it was different than her first Master/husband.
My Owner has always made it clear that I was to be shared with special people for special uses. I was to be Owned by Him but that i would serve others. That scared me at first, But with His patience and with time, I found what He meant and why it was such a thrill for Him. it became a thrill for me as well.
As we grew with time, that changed and became almost a focus. As Master-Sir had girlfriends, none of them had the emotional impact, the feeling of being loved by them as Miss Evvy and The Pretty Brunnette has had on me, on us. Both in their own loving and unique ways, they changed our lives and made my desire to serve my Owner deeper, more rewarding as well as more fulfilling.
Both of these beautiful women are not into His life the way he would like them to be or want to be. But they are still there in a small way. I am now back t being His bed slave, lover, and source of comfort for Him. I love that part of my life. I also know its a small part of what my life now includes.
I guess what I am working on within my had is that I am more to what I once dreamed. A house slave. I belong to one, but He has me serve many. The fact that my job has had many changes and several people have passed through the office in various jobs, but I am not allowed to change jobs unless Master-Sir sees a reason that benefits Him. That stability in my job has helped me feel more like a slave even at work. I am there because my Owner told me that is my job and so I have no desire to change.
As a slave, my Boss at work knows He can count on me for many things others int he office could not be because they may want to change jobs soon, quit or do something to get fired. I am there until told otherwise.
At Home, people who visit know I am there to serve them. They are there to relax, have fun and enjoy the company of my Owner. They just need to look at me and tell me what they want and I will do it (if its within the agreements). Fetch them a drink, get a snack, get a book, let them feel my pussy, boobs or ass, spank me teasingly or like most, tell me to suck their cock and never have to question me or ask if I agree or that i like it. Its not important how i feel. its important how they feel. They know that it will be done and that i will enjoy their smile while being served by me.
Some have questioned this, but i have no other way to explain this; After all that has happened in my life as His slave, the one thing that i truly live for is to see His smile, hear His voice and to know I have pleased Him. No matter what He wants me to do, wants to do to me or anything else, I live to see His smile for me and to hear His words “Good Bitch Slave”
If at the end of the day, I have two hours of sleep or ten hours of sleep. If i sleep on the floor beside His bed, in my own room or out on the patio. I am happy when i wake up because i wake up knowing i am His slave, that He loves me, loves using me and that i make Him happy in my service.
I am Happy as His slave and don’t see it ever ending…
Thank You for all the comments, emails and notes wondering if I am alright! I am ! I think I am just enjoying the moment right now of being 100% a happy slave.