Master-Sir is a lover of sports and as I have mentioned in the past, Sunday is His favorite sports day. This is the day where He and a few friends sit around the house, watch all the games they can and have no worries in the world but to enjoy good company and be waited on by one or two very attentive slaves. The slaves are there to make sure they always have a fresh drink in their hand, snacks in the bowls on the tables and a lunch or dinner being cooked and served to them where they sit.
Thursday night football isn’t really on His radar for sports except it is the one night that our couple we seem to be mentoring has said they can leave the pub for a few hours, unwind and spend some downtime with their new friends. Master-Sir and myself! So He invited them over for a night of slave served football action.
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I had cleaned their home in the morning while slave Patty was actually arriving back in town from caring for a relative the past few days. After cleaning their home, I picked her up from the airport and took her to the Pub to see her husband/Master. I was supposed to then take her to her house to relax before coming over tonight, but she insisted on coming to my Master’s home. I guess it was to take her mind off whatever happened on her trip.
As well, slave Patty was not supposed to be participating tonight in any of the preparations or serving during the game. But like the sweetheart that she is, she really wanted to be in all the way! she insisted on being there as a slave. Maybe it helped her unwind from her trip. She followed me as I got naked in the garage then went into the house. I had a few details and chores to do before starting on getting ready for the game later. She, of course, was filled with questions about what I was doing, why and how i learned to do it, etc… She seemed to get more excited as the slave hour was approaching.
Since she and her husband/Master asked for this evening with us, slave Patty was not required to do anything or participate. Just to watch, follow and learn. She was also free to speak, free to ask any question or comment when she felt the need. Slave Patty is taking this like a champ, as well, i am enjoying watching her bloom. She has one of the cutest and maybe even a little bit sexy of a smile when she gets excited. she is always so positive and anxious to know whats next? What else can she do to serve?
She is a beautiful person and I now get to spend time around that beautiful body with such a contagious beaming personality! The one problem she has and as a fluffy girl, i know the pain, she is so very worried about how she looks naked. A few years and three kids, she says has not been kind to her figure. I would disagree and so would my Owner. She tries to casually hide behind something so nobody can see her beauty flaws.
while I tell her she is so gorgeous I can’t believe she wants to be a slave. Stop worrying about your body, your Master loves what He sees and that’s all that matters. Right? She hesitantly agreed, but still, wants to hide her belly with her hands or anything she can! As a slave, you are judged more on your ability to serve and to please your Master than on your actual beauty. Even if I say she is beautiful!
After the Men arrived, a small dinner was served, a la carte. Actually, the men were seated around the big screen and their slaves made their Master’s a plate of food than served it to them. We sat at their feet and were hand fed individually.
During an intermission, i saw Master-Sir light up with His smile and I knew I was about to be used for His pleasures. Just not sure how. Master-Sir had me stand in the middle of the room. Hands behind my neck and legs apart, looking at Him. He began an interrogation. I love when He gets into one of those moods and wants to show off! Humiliation, verbal abuse and sometimes even a beating will happen followed usually by some hot bondage sex! Maybe not tonight with the game on, but its still a hot scene i love to be part of and hoped that slave Patty would as well enjoy.
Owner: Bitch slave, is your pussy wet? I put two fingers into my wet pussy and tasted my juices.
Slave: “Yes Master-Sir” (it started to get sopping wet the moment i was told to stand in the middle of the room!)
Owner: Bitch slave, when was the last time anybody used that sloppy pussy of yours?
Slave: I can’t remember Sir
Owner: That’s pathetic. You can’t remember? or is it that nobody wants to use it? Never mind. How many cocks have you sucked this month?
Owner: Yes Bitch slave, how many times have you sucked a cock this month?
I had to pause and think.
Slave: Over 50 Sir.
Owner: So you sucked a cock at least twice a day but nobody wanted to put it in that pathetically sloppy pussy?
Slave: Yes Sir
Owner: Wow, I guess times are getting better for real men. Everybody wants a blowjob but nobody is desperate enough to want to fuck such a sloppy pussy? Nobody wants a pity fuck.
Slave: Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir.
Owner: Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I had to fuck that hole. Do you slave?
slave: Yes Sir, you fucked it at the end of last month. Telling me it will be the last time you would ever need to use it.
Owner: Now why would I tell you that Bitch slave?
slave: Master-Sir you enjoy teasing your slave. You already have a very beautiful girlfriend with a beautiful pussy to have sex with. Why would you want to use mine? No reason Sir.
Owner: You are right on that slave. I do have a beautiful girlfriend and her pussy is definitely tighter and prettier than that thing is. So what purpose do I have for you? Why are you here?
Slave: To serve you, Sir. All I have is a tight asshole to use and abuse as you please or to pretend it’s her tight pussy when she is not available. Sir. I am here to serve you whenever you want me to, Sir.
By now, i looked at our guests. Master Charlie was sitting back on the couch with a huge smile on His face. His slave was on the floor, mouth hanging open and her stare focused right on me. She told me later that she was shocked at how rough my Owner talked to me and How much my pussy was dripping wet. .
Owner: When was the last time you asked anyone to fuck your sloppy pussy?
Slave: I’m not allowed to ask Sir. It belongs to you to use it as you please or not to use it and to anyone you give it to.
Owner: Slave, on your back, spread your legs and show our guests that worthless pussy.
I did as I was told. Laid on my back with my pussy facing the couch. Parted my legs then pulled my pussy lips apart. Trying to look at Master Charlie without crying. Didn’t work. My tears were running and I was shaking scared. I love this point and Master-Sir knows not to stop to care for His slave.
Owner: Master Charlie. You like how my slave sucks your cock. You already have a very beautiful slave beside you. Is there any reason you would ever want to fuck something like that?
Master Charlie: Hmmm… well, when you put it that way, I love the slave I have and thank you for the compliment. My slave does have a really nice pussy that I enjoy often. So, no, no reason to fuck that. Sorry, Bitch Slave.
I was mixed with emotions and fear. I know i was trembling and yet, i was so turned on. Master Sir had me kneel in front of Master Charlie to thank Him for being so honest. I had to agree. She is a very beautiful lady and even a more beautiful slave. I am sure her pussy is indeed very tight and that He enjoys it often as she has told me. But the pain of being told your pussy is not worth the use, even for free and any way you want it, is a painful and humiliating thing to hear for any slave.
Master Charlie was learning how to be a more demanding Master and to tease His slave who was now kneeling next to me on the floor facing Him and His hard cock. He asked permission of my Owner to use me for a blowjob. But not really. My Owner apparently knew what He was asking for and said yes, then left the room and headed for the kitchen.
Master Charlie opened His zipper and presented me with His delicious cock that I immediately swallowed, not even thinking about the fact that His naked slave was next to me. I could hear Him talking to her and she was watching me. After a few minutes, I could feel He was almost ready to cum when I felt Him pull y hair and force me off His cock. Telling me to sit and watch as His slave finished what I had started.
It’s been a long time since two Master’s have used me in such a cruel way. My Owner teasing me about my worthless pussy and now another Master having another slave finish what I had started. Finally, I watched as He leaned back, grabbed her head and pushed Her further down on His cock. I knew He was now coming and enjoying having me watch as she enjoyed what I made. He moaned those magical words “Oh My Gawd, slave. Your the best” She is the best? Who sucked His cock first? It was me. Another blow to the heart and soul of this slave.
I know i was in tears by now because once she was done sucking His cock and helping put it back in His pants, she was ordered to get me some kleenex and kiss me. She smiled, whispering an apology in my ear while kissing away my tears. My Master came in and handed Master Charlie a fresh beer and ordered us, slaves, to leave and get cleaned up.
In the bathroom, we hugged each other and cried a little. I told her it was nice for her to apologize, but she didn’t have to. She did as hr Master commanded and she did it without thinking. She obeyed as a real slave would. It was beautiful, painful and very erotic. I loved every minute of it and hoped she did too. She smiled telling me she will. Right now, she had too many emotions going thru her mind to even understand what just happened. She never knew her husband could get THAT hard. After a second or two of laughing together, I reminded her that today, He was not her husband. She laughed as well and corrected herself.
Finally, she asked if I really was as wet as it looked? I took her hand and put her fingers on my pussy. She smiled and almost laughed at how wet i was. I told her its the trust I have in my Owner that lets me enjoy such humiliation.
One final moment alone that showed me she really was getting into being His slave. As we entered the house, she went into the kitchen, knelt down and took a drink of water from the water bowl on the floor. Just like I had shown her I do it. She smiled at me as we both crawled back into the living room to kneel beside our Owners and finish what was a horrible game!
I was wet, i was horny and i was starving to be used. But i was also not wanting to see the night end. Our friends have trusted us in helping them on their new journey and i really enjoy having them here as our guests. Looking forward to more times like this.
If you like to watch sports and could have a slave sitting at your feet, what would you do with her for entertainment?
Update: Our new friends Master Charlie and slave patty, have been really wonderful people to have in my life and i love them and their children with all my heart. In previous posts that have included them, i occasionally misnamed them (everyone gets a nickname to protect their identity). Thank you to my friends who noticed that and brought it to my attention. This past weekend, Master-Sir and I asked what nicknames do they like to have for my blog. They both agreed that they like being called Master Charlie and Slave Patty. Hopefully, all references to them have been properly edited. Thank You.