Finding Me Pt 5

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

Looking back to that first night with this new man, I still get chills and a big smile. I mean, other men have tried to be my Master, but in reality, they were just there to use me to get their cocks sucked and maybe their apartment cleaned.

When I was living with a man who was supposed to be my Master, there was always “we” in the relationship: our apartment, our date, our whatever. From moment one, this man made it clear this was His house, His friends, His slave, His rules. There was nothing else to know besides how He wanted me to serve Him.

Kneeling in HIS bedroom, between His legs, I couldn’t stop smiling. I had never fallen for a man so fast before. What “this “ was was what I had been dreaming of for so many years. I was almost afraid to breathe, thinking that if I did, I might wake up and find myself back in my Chicago loft. Alone.

He talked as if I already belonged to Him. He told me that he thought the night went well and that he was proud of how I performed for His friends. That I was very obedient. He also wanted my thoughts. My thoughts? I was still shocked that I was still there and this was happening.

I thanked him for being such a kind and wonderful Master. I felt welcomed by people who otherwise were strangers to me and hoped I had served them well. It was what I had wanted for so long. To be accepted as a slave, nothing more. I also may have hinted at making this more than a one-night stand.

He explained that IF I wanted to stay beyond tonight, I would be welcome to stay as His slave. The words “Thank you, Sir” and “Yes, Sir” came out of my mouth before I had a moment to think about it. The girls I went out with probably never even noticed I was gone!

He stood up, slid his jeans off, and handed them to me, telling me where to fold and place them, along with the rest of his clothing he was removing. He let me remove His socks so that I could kiss His feet.

Then came the grand moment of any slave’s life. Well, for a slave who loves to suck cock. I finally got a good look at His, and it was magnificent. That's when it dawned on me; he was serious. It's been over six hours from the time I ran Him over to the time I am kneeling between His legs, and He has yet to use me for sex.

What man waits that long before using an obedient, naked slave for sex? Answer: A real Master looking for more than a sex slave. he wants a real, full-time slave.

It’s been two years since the last time I sucked a cock. And this one was not exactly small. Maybe a little more than six inches with a little bit of a girth to it.

I reached my hand out to grab it, and he slapped it. “No hands, Mouth only, and don't stop sucking until I am soft.” That’s new. A man who is firm, deliberate, and knows what He wants and how He wants it. I never had a man tell me how I will suck His cock.

I surprised myself. It was like riding a bike; I took him all the way in one motion. Feeling the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat as my nose felt his pubic hair. Even His cock was meant for my mouth!

After a few bobs of my head, I felt his hand grab the back of my hair and push me down and hold me there while He moved His hips roughly. His size easily cut off my air, but I could still get my tongue around it in my mouth.

Pulling me off for a second, he smiled into my eyes, smiled as drool spilled down my chin just like I would see in the porn movies I watched. Then he pushed me back onto His cock.

I soon felt His cock start to pulse, and I quickly felt the warmth of my reward fill my mouth. He kept pumping. “Swallow it all, or I will beat your ass.” Thankfully, I love sucking cocks and have never spilled a drop. <smiles>

I was allowed to fall asleep in His arms. He fell asleep almost instantly. I didn't want to fall asleep, but it happened.

In the morning, He told me to go downstairs. There was a bathroom in the garage—it was the slave’s bathroom.

He had a slave bathroom? Yes, he had it built for his weekend slave. So, it became the slaves’s bathroom. I was told to wash, shave, and clean all my holes. That's what he called them—my holes. And to return with a fresh cup of coffee for him.

Returning with his coffee, he took me to the ensuite to show me how his towels were laid out. “This is how it will be before you wake me up.”

Grabbing me by the back of my hair, he walked me into the glass shower. “Kneel”, as He turned the water on. With him facing me, the water was hitting on his back. He smiled as He pointed his cock at me and started to pee. Then, he stepped aside to let the warm water wash it away.

As I washed him from toe to head, he explained his plans for the next couple of days, asking if I was going to stay so he could figure out what to do with me. I assured him I was his to do with as He wanted until the minute I needed to leave for the airport. “Sir. “ I was going to ride this opportunity as far as I could.

After the shower, he dressed, and we headed downstairs, where He fixed Himself breakfast as I knelt at His side to watch. Feeding me from His hand as He cooked and ate while calling a friend about a project or something they needed to do later.

I was just enjoying kneeling there, basking in the warm sunshine coming through the patio doors. Then I realized he had a pool. Dah! It’s Arizona; they don't have snow or ice!

As we ate, He finally asked me to finish answering his question from last night. What was I looking for?

So I told him. I do not want to be anyone’s lover or wife. Slave first, but no wife. I wanted to know what it would be like to be owned. I wanted to be a master’s slave, nothing more. I wanted to experience as much of “that world” as possible, and I wanted a man I could learn to trust who would take care of this slave and not abuse me or grow tired of the journey.

I knew such a relationship would grow over time. We, as people, will change as we go. But I wanted to go and grow with a Master who wanted the same thing. I wanted to experience more as we climbed down that rabbit hole together, changing as we went. But we would always be master and slave.

I was either going to have that or nothing at all. No “Let's play house as master and slave.” The day he stops being my master, or I stop being his slave, it's over, and we part ways.

“Damn girl, that’s serious.” was all he said as he told me to get him another cup of coffee. I was not allowed a refill.

It would all be based on trust. I needed a man with whom I could trust. There would be no lies, ever. From him or from me. As my Owner, what would he need to lie for? He owns me.

He liked what He heard.

He showed me around the backyard and his pool and talked about his pool-cleaning business. He stopped me and got serious. He made me a deal: if I stayed for the rest of my vacation, about 7 days, I could be his full-time slave. He would train me as he would any other slave.

When it’s over, I can go home and get on with my life. No harm. We both got our jollies off from it. Or I could call him and say I wanted more. Then, we would figure it out from there. No final decision until I was back home and had time to digest it all.

He Hated my Blowjob?

After agreeing to his deal, he told me he may or may not fuck me. Remember, it's his choice, not mine. The first thing would be to train me to give a better blow job. “You suck,” was what he told me as he smiled. I needed to learn how to suck his cock like a real slave. What? He hated my blow job. I was crushed; I thought all men loved my blowjobs.

He laughed as we continued walking back into the house. He told me that it goes back to last night. Telling me how men settle for what they can get. A lot of women give blowjobs hoping the man will reciprocate or at least stop begging for one. So when a woman agrees to give the man a blowjob, he’s just happy she is willing. He is even more ecstatic if she also swallows. So for many men, any blowjob is a terrific blowjob. What a crushing blow to my ego!

But for me, he wanted me to be the queen of blowjobs. He was going to train me to suck cock anywhere, anytime. “You need to know how to worship my cock any time, ANY place, and do it right.”

“and women?” I did inform him that as a free woman, I do not do women, never have, and never will. As a slave, if my master really wanted me to do that, he would have to guide me into it, and he would know I wasn’t enjoying it, but I would perform to the best of my abilities because He wants me to, not for her.

As I started to clean the kitchen, we reviewed each other’s do’s and don’ts. My big one was women and humiliation. And that’s when he told me that he would work to eliminate all my “no’s” and especially my “Hell No’s,” like women and humiliation.

He hated the usual ones as well. There was no reason for blood, no reason for scat, no reason for kids. He did not want kids and could not have them.

He smiled as he explained how he hated the old questions. The “Would you rob a bank or kill someone for your Master?” questions. Why would he ask me to rob a bank for him? or kill someone? That isn't very intelligent to ask.

He raised his voice a little. “Why would I want you to do something like that to prove you would obey me, and I would possibly lose my slave for 20 years? I would hate to throw all that time and training away and start anew so that you could prove something you already proved to me. That you are obedient and well trained.”

I liked his answer. It was about what he would lose if I went away. It had nothing to do with me and me being in prison away from him. He would lose his slave and all that wasted time to train me; it just didn’t make any sense to him.

Never before, have I ever had such a deep and continuous conversation with someone about the Master/slave lifestyle and what it would be like to live it 24/7. Yet, it was as if we were already living it.

I hope you are enjoying my little trip down memory lane. I know there are a lot of things I am leaving out, but if I detailed them, this would be a novel longer than War and Peace.

I feel I am so blessed.

More to come.

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This is my life, and I love it.
Love,
Bitch slave

(please leave me your comments and thoughts or questions)