Crossing a Rubicon

Valley of Fire State Park

Hello everyone,

"Crossing the Rubicon" is a metaphor for taking an irrevocable step or passing a point of no return.

I guess I need to add this before I go any further:

Trigger warning.
If easily offended by natural bodily functions, leave now, or don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I'm not sure exactly when it first happened, but it was after we moved to Las Vegas. My Owner woke up in the morning, and I was kneeling by his side with his coffee. He looked at me and asked if I was “HIS slave?” Yes Master. “I can do what I want with you?” Yes Master.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but he took the coffee and smiled at me. He was in a good mood. His cock wasn’t hard yet, so I figured I needed to start getting his toiletries out.

He stopped me from getting up. He was holding his now semi-erect cock, I started to put my mouth on it when he shoved my mouth all the way down on it. Holding the back of my head, telling me to “Drink. You spill anything, and I will beat your ass black and blue.”

Then I started to feel the warm wetness, the smell, and the salty taste. I knew what it was. At first, I wanted to pull away and tell Him, “No.” or at least pull Him out of my mouth. I was sure I was willing to take the punishment. But I didn’t. I did what the faithful, obedient slave girl would do: I accepted what was happening.

I felt his fingers on His cock as he regulated the stream. I guess, making sure His slave could easily swallow what he was giving me.

Normally, I like to at least catch a look at His face as I service His cock. This time, and every time afterward, I do not. I do what I am told, hoping to get it over with as quickly as possible.

At times like this, your world slows to a crawl, and a million things go through your head at once.

Where did this idea come from? Why? What if I pull off and say “NO! ?” “Just how low of a person am I to accept this kind of treatment?” “Is this the worst thing he can do to His slave?”

I knew better than to refuse in any manner. I was his committed slave, and I always knew this life wasn't going to be all fairtales and soft bondage. There would be things I would do just because he is my Master, and I am his slave. There have been a few other times he went in a direction I was not prepared for and hated every minute of it, but I accepted it.

As he finished, His cock started to get hard, and he started to fuck my face. Telling me “That was Hot” and in a minute of sucking, he started to cum. Telling me how wonderful that felt.

When he pulled his soft cock out of my mouth, He smiled at me and told me what I wanted to hear. The words I always want to hear. “Good bitch slave,” and from there, I was sent to start His shower. No other words were spoken. On my way, I quickly went to the sink and washed my mouth out.

From that morning, it continued to be a part of my life. When he wanted it, usually in the morning, I did it without question. I hated it. He knew I hated it, but he loved the convenience of having a mouth right there to use, and he also knew how much I craved such humiliation.

Hated the task, loved the humiliation. If that makes sense. And yes, it was the worst thing he ever made me do.

The Talk with Master Chad

I keep coming back to how natural this all feels with Master Chad being my new Master. It's like it was meant for it to be like this.

I am happy to serve him in any way he desires. But this was kind of a gray area. He knew I did it for my owner. He knew how I felt bout it, but I never said I would never do it again. Because it created a unique bond that changed our relationship for the better, I told Him it would never be enough to make me call “red.”

He knows that I would obey any order he gave me without hesitation or question, even this one. But he held off on it as he has with a couple of other sensitive items. So when we talked, we always danced around these topics.

Last week, I needed to bring it up. I needed Him to understand that it was something we needed to at least try. To rip the band-aid off, I guess.

Doing this would be “Crossing the Rubicon.” I knew afterward, I could NEVER go back to being just his slave. Or even, god forbid, vanilla. That act would shatter that bridge.

My relationship with my Owner changed after, and I knew it would change my relationship with Master Chad. But I needed it to happen. To get it over with and move on, one way or another.

Please Understand. I am not saying anything negative happened, nothing bad. It actually deepened our relationship in some way I can't explain. Knowing now that there is no going back to where we were before. I proved that I am there for him to use me in ANY way he desires, which was like a relief of sorts.

With Master Chad, I explained how I feel so natural and loving to him and from him. Having Him give me a command, then that wonderful smile afterward, is what I am after. He has been truly treating me as his property from day one, just as I want him to.

Crossing the Rubicon

I wanted to know if he would do this for me, at least once.

If he didn’t like it or I had issues with it, we would stop and talk about it, and if we agreed, we would never mention it again.

He agreed, he kissed me, and I went back to being his slave. Nothing more was said.

We both had last Sunday off. He wanted to go hiking out by Valley of Fire State Park. With friends Amanda and Kirk

It was a nice sunny day. Not really chilly. The sun kept things nice. I was allowed to dress in a flannel button-down shirt and denim shorts. I looked a little like a chubby farm girl in a way! Just without a bra or panties, and I had to keep my shirt unbuttoned and open, unless we had families around.

I was to keep my hands clasped behind my back as we walked, and when alone, he had the leash on me. Hands behind my back meant my boobs were sticking out more.

Of course, Kirk loved it. He could see my boobs and hard nipples anytime he wanted. Amanda was amused by it as well. She liked to play with my nipples, but I did notice her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt.

When we stopped to rest, Master held a water bottle for me to drink. Amanda chided him for not allowing me, at least this time, to let me use my hands. Master just smiled. “She’s fine.” I was. I was enjoying being his pet.

It Finally Happened

Amanda and Kirk went off exploring for a few minutes. Master waited until they were out of sight before He unzipped His pants and fed me His cock, then told me, “Drink or be punished.”

At first, I was shocked. He never said anything about doing it. Now we are with friends, in public, in nature, and NOW he wants it?

This time was so different. I could actually look up at His face and see his stern expression, with a little devious smile playing on his lips. Like my Owner, He held His cock to slow His flow so I wasn’t choking on it.

Like my Owner’s the first time, once he stopped the stream, His cock got almost instantly hard. As with the first time, my Owner came quickly, shooting his load down my throat. We timed it perfectly as I was puttingMaster’s cock back in His pants, just Kirk came around the corner with Amnada close behind. I smiled as I was licking my lips.

Amanda stopped me from getting up. She smiled at Master, then at Kirk. “Care to share?” Master looks at me, “Kirk, go for it.” Kirk couldn’t get his cock out fast enough. First, Master allowed me to drink some water.

Amanda sat on a rock with Master, and they watched as I sucked Kirk’s cock. I heard Amanda compliment me on my cock sucking skills. Unfortunately, He came almost as fast as Master did.

As we resumed hiking, we saw a family walking toward us. We all chuckled at the thought that two minutes sooner, they would have seen it all. As we passed, I noticed Dad had a smile on His face as he stared right at me. I’m sure He had a quick flash as I was pulling my shirt closed.

I will always have this memory anytime we come back to the park.

On the way home, I explained to Master that as much as I hated it, like I always knew I would. I enjoyed looking at His face, seeing His smile, his satisfaction with me serving Him, and of course, sucking his hard cock afterward.

He looked at me and told me, “It will continue.”

I thanked Him and kissed Him.

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Thank you for reading. I just felt that I needed to share this with my readers.

Now that it’s out, we can get back to my regular journal writings. I promise!

As always, I would love to hear your thoughts and comments.

Love Always,
Bitch Slave