Finding Me PT 10

How I got to Las Vegas

(This really won’t make much sense unless you’ve read the earlier posts!)

Finally, Getting to the good stuff. How we made the move to Las Vegas.

So much had happened in my first two years while I lived in Phoenix as His slave that I could write a book about it!

Right now, on the journey, I want to focus on two significant things:

One: I went from being His slave to being His property, giving him complete ownership of me. I did not realize that a simple act of love like that could change how you view your world. I became free. What a wonderful and rewarding change that was.

On our first anniversary, I had nothing to give him as a gift that would show him how much I loved being his slave. Everything he had done to prove he was worthy of my loyalty and trust. Trust was the biggest hurdle.

He was the first person out of my family I felt I could trust with anything, including my life. So I gave him the only thing I had, that was me. I vowed to love and obey him 100%: no refusals, no hesitation when given a command, nothing but my absolute obedience.

Not that there was ever a doubt, but i wanted him to know I was his to do with as he pleased from that day forward.

The second was me getting a job as a housekeeper at one of the poshest resorts in Phoenix, which led us to move to Las Vegas.

A Proud Master

Master was proud that I finally got the job that suited my place in life—the lowly, unappreciated maid who is also submissive to her Boss. The one you do not see, but life in a resort would be horrible if they did not exist. as with a slave.

As I have said many times before, before meeting this wonderful master of mine, humiliation was always on my list of “Hell No.” But slowly, with time and patience, he showed me that humiliation, in the proper hands and with trust, is alright and can even be an erotic turn-on.

With this job, my life has had a nice routine. I get up, served my Master breakfast, get dressed, inspected, and drive to work before everyone else. I would make a pot of fresh coffee in the office lounge and carry a large cup into my boss's office.

Without saying a word, I place the cup on His desk. I then get naked, kneel and crawl under His desk as He relaxes back in His chair with his coffee as I suck His cock.

Sometimes, he will sit back and read the newspaper; other times, he will watch me, maybe reach down and pull on my saggy tits and nipples. Then there are the times he ignores me as if he can't wait for me to get done and get out of his office.

No matter what. I will suck His cock, never letting it slip out of my mouth until He cums. I will gladly swallow everything he gives me, then hold him in my mouth until it goes soft.

Once he had given me the last of my reward and went soft, I would politely put his cock away and zip his pants back up. Then, I will get back out, get dressed, and quietly leave to prepare for work.

The humiliation that I am to be naked while he is dressed. Or that I could get caught in this position; it gets me wet just thinking about it. Knowing that he could quickly fire me if I failed to please Him and how upset my master would be if that happened.

A New Assignment

After a few weeks, my boss started to come to a suite I was cleaning, lock it, and sit and watch me clean. Another blowjob for lunch? Sometimes.

One day, he just asked me to stay naked after I sucked his cock. I said nothing and obeyed his request. That became the rule: When he entered the suite, I got naked and continued my job.

A middle-aged, well-groomed man married to a beautiful woman wants to watch a fluffy female with saggy boobs clean a suit. Just how desperate is this man for some sexual satisfaction?

We would talk. As he spoke, I worked and listened. He told me the issues he was facing. Married to a well-kept woman who was raised to want nothing. Sex is on Saturday night, with the lights out. No blowjobs, no cunninglings. Just some foreplay, then missionary and hit the showers to clean up before bed.

I fascinated him. College-educated, willing to work as a maid, offering mind-blowing blowjobs (his words), and not afraid to get naked. How messed up is she?

He started openly hinting at what else I could provide or what he could request of me. In a moment of stupidity, I told him that if my master approved, he could use me as he wanted. At that moment, I realized i just outed myself. “Master?”

Master? It wasn't too much of a shock. It is more of a discovery of what he already was thinking in his fantasy. He had a fantasy about me? He occasionally overheard on the phone with my Master, calling Him Sir and saying “Yes Sir,” “No Sir,” or “Thank you, Sir.” Now, my response confirms it.

That led to dinner with Master and my Boss. Over cocktails, Master agreed he could use me as his domestic wench and blowjob slut. Thursday was my new day off from work, so I could spend the morning cleaning his house.

On Thursdays, His wife left for “the club” at 9 am to spend the day with the ladies and would return about 2 p.m. I needed to have it all done before she came home.

If any deliveries came, I was to offer them a blowjob as a gratuity. The lawn and water guys always arrived early and did their best work before coming in for their “Tip”.

Later, he told me that the wife occasionally commented on the water bottle bill, and the lawn services bill was never raised, as the other ladies complained about theirs going up every couple of months.

His house was more of a mansion. It had five large bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. There was also a huge entertainment room, a large formal kitchen, and a dining room to fit a king and his court. Not to mention a large pool with a casita.

Over time, my Master and my Boss talked a lot. As he started to trust my Boss, my Master gave him more freedom to use me. Soon, he was permitted to use all my holes whenever we were together. That’s where the title "Boss/Dom” came from. He was my Boss as well as my (sometimes)Dom.

NOTE: Including Him, four Boss/Doms have been in my slave life.

He enjoyed the new freedom to use me when he wanted to. So now he had a blowjob in the morning, then in the afternoon, he would occasionally have his lunch break in the suite I was cleaning. He would watch me clean, inspect my work, then either fuck one of my holes or punish me for failing his cleaning standards, Before heading back to his office.

Back then, I was still allowed to have an orgasm, but only with permission, and my Boss/Dom loved to watch me get close to orgasm and tell me “No.” Makign sure I was sexually frustrated when He sent me back to work.

Life Gets Interesting

Unknown to me, my Boss was slowly being groomed for a promotion. One new assignment was to attend a retreat with managers from other resorts. I would go along as his assistant/slave.

The only reason he was allowed to bring me was that my Boss knew a couple of the managers there from other hotels, including one in Las Vegas. He promised the people who arranged this retreat that he had a special treat for them when they got together for a poker night. That treat was me and my holes.

I would clean the suites, serve them drinks, and clean up any messes they made, and when one man was out or not playing, they were free to use my mouth for a bit of relaxation.

In reality, my boss was using his position as the housekeeping Manager to get his foot in the door. After several of these retreats, he was offered a job transfer/promotion to a marketing position at one of the largest resorts on the Las Vegas Strip. He said he would only go if I came along as an administrative assistant. Master agreed, and they agreed. We were moving to Las Vegas.