Being a slave for so long, I forgot what it was like to be admired by a man just for being me. Well, that and the fact that as a fluffy girl like me, you are not generally admired by the men at large anyway.
Working the early morning hours I sometimes do, lets me work closely with one of my company’s oldest and most experienced bellmen named Steve. A very active, 60-something man with a sex-less love life with the all-time woman of his dreams. So that is what he tells me.
Being of that age and life issues, He chuckles a lot about how all the different medications they are on will make one of them desirable when the other is not or the other way around. Currently, she has no desire for sex. Last month it was Him having the issues.
Yes, being almost alone that we are in the morning, He and I get to talk a lot about ourselves and what we like to do outside of work. I just have to make mine seem a little more normal in my descriptions (smile).
Steve likes to wait for me by the time clock when He knows I am working early. We will clock in and walk to the office together talking about life and such. He is the old-fashioned man as He likes to hold the doors open for me. He compliments me on my dress or on my perfume. This is all something so different for me with a man that I have never had sex with or served in any purpose. He has no clue who I really am or what I love to do with my “husband”. Yet He is always polite to me and smiles when I look His way.
My Owner thinks its because Steve is from that generation where politeness to a lady was expected and maybe it’s also the fact that I am probably the only person that has asked him about himself and really wanted to hear the answers. A woman who listens to a man is a rare find – So says my Master-Sir!
I know about his lovely wife, their long life together (almost 40 years!) their medical issues that have led to no sex, their grown children and their love of nature. Steve talks fondly about their desire to getting out of the city and away from civilization as often as possible to a little piece of land they own in the Arizona desert.
I’m enjoying this new found friendship a lot because it is my one and only nonsexual, non-Master/slave friendship with a man I ever developed on my own as an Owned slave. If that little sentence made any sense to anyone but me.
I’m not enjoying having to hide the slave side of me from Him. It’s not that I want to have sex with him or anything, I just hate having to hide my desire to be called a slave, for Him to understand that I have a Master, not a husband. i am a slave, not a wife. I am not a normal woman or that I have a normal marriage. Having to hide these things in my language and in the way I talk about what I do is difficult and is not who I generally am. With that tho, I am really enjoying the connection to another person based on work and life, not sex or service.
Steve is a nice guy who still works out in the gym regularly and loves to talk about how His wife is and was His high school sweetheart. Together they like to get outside and hike or travel when they can. They do a lot of things together like I do with my Owner. We have a lot to say to each other and the conversations are never boring or forced.
Steve is always the gentleman and always very polite in his talk to me. However last week he really surprised me by making it a point to tell me that blue was his absolute favorite color as he winked at me. I thanked Him and didn’t realize it until later that the only thing that I was wearing that was blue was my favorite lacy blue bra! I am pretty sure I blushed to myself when I realized that. Yet made me feel warm and sweet that Steve noticed.
This unpredictable working schedule they have me on is not helping my slave life, so it’s nice to have at least this as a reward for the early hours. Having a friend like Steve to start the day with is a nice way to start any day at work!