Two Months

Plus a few years

I can't believe it’s been two months since Master Chad walked back into my life and into my heart. He isn't my Owner, and the nice thing is that he has never tried to be Him. He is, Master Chad.

He can be a little more sadistic than my owner was, yet he is also very loving, caring, and ultra-protective. I know things will settle down with time, maybe a little more change. But I am happy where I am right now. On His leash.

As I mentioned in the journal about the long drive, there is no thinking serving Him. Its liek we have been Master and slave for longer than two months.

He comes into the house and settles into his recliner. I bring Him a drink and will immediately, without thought or command, sit or kneel on this side. When watching a movie or something, I love being on the floor, wrapping my arm around his leg, or curling up to his feet. It's just so natural, like it’s where I was meant ot be. I don't even think about it.

So far, Master has only shared me with one of His friends, Gerald. He was over to watch some sports and talk about a project at work. Gerald was a little shy at first when he saw me. But the tent in his pants told me otherwise

I was told to wear my Black lingerie, bra, and panties. Not that it hid anything, and it did make my boobs feel better, not hanging out like they normally do. Plus, my green butt plug, Master loves playing with.

We noticed that keeping me a little dressed adds to the humiliation when he wants to display me. Having to remove a piece of clothing or hold it to the side so I can be used better. Or they can inspect me, which makes me blush. According to Master, I blushed when Gerald asked to see and to feel my pussy.

After that, Master Chad found a reason to leave the room so Gerald could relax a little more. He was a little shy, but he really wanted to feel my smooth pussy, and I really wanted to suck His cock!

The man knew His way around a pussy. His fingers knew where to push and what to pull! Every time I moaned, His cock went a bit harder in my mouth. Unfortunately, he never took me to orgasm. Close, but not there.

Another man who has only had sex in the dark and a blowjob without her swallowing. He really got excited when I didn't stop as he was telling me he was about to cum. I kept sucking Him as he was shooting his reward down my throat. Than holding his cock in my mouth until it was soft and clean.

The big smile afterward and the giant sigh he gave told me everything I needed to know about whether he enjoyed my blowjob.

He also needs a lesson in manscaping. However, in his defense, I am sure He wasn’t aware of what was going to happen beforehand. So he promised me it would be all clean whenever he visits next.

Did I ever mention that a man's hydration level affects his amount of cum? It does. The more hydrated they are, the more they will shoot and the better the taste. IMHO.

Two Months

I keep thinking that part of the reason this has fallen into place so easily is that we had spent a lot of time together before my Owner died, and that He had a lot of time using me as his slave.

His commands are always firm and direct. “Bitch, suck.” “Bitch, serve.” Bitch is mixed in with Bitch slave, slave, girl. Several names, but they all mean me! In public, it’s more of a whisper or a hand signal or gesture.

It’s nice that even after two months, He has stayed firm. I haven’t driven a car or opened a door in two months. He keeps me silent a lot of times. Likes to watch me play with myself on the floor during commercial breaks. He even likes to occasionally have me fuck myself with an empty beer bottle or similar bottle, then leave me just on the edge.

I still know it's 99% certain I will be sleeping in His bed. I still kneel by the side, wait for him to finish his evening routines, before getting into bed. He likes to make me wait, silently as he reads something on His notepad, or just to tease me before he signals for me to join Him.

Master has even made mealtimes a tease or a torture. I am not kneeling as much during a meal. That hasn't stopped him from making it uncomfortable for his slave to enjoy the meal.

Most mornings, I am allowed to join him for breakfast. I will make His plate and serve Him before I do my own. Then he points or tells me to sit. The chair He has for me to sit on has an eight-inch dildo attached to it.

Having to get on or off every time I need to get something or do something is not always pleasant. Hearing your pussy make sounds as you slide on or off it is kind of humiliating. Especially when I have not been fucked in over a week. Even my Boss/Dom has slowed down to a blowjob every couple of days. So, having a thick dildo inside you as you try to eat and talk keeps you on edge. Keeps me wanting to beg for relief.

Final Two Points:

1. I’ve been asked about Las Vegas. Yes, tourism is down (due to corporate greed). My job is not in jeopardy because, as casual tourism is down, convention business is not as badly hit. The conventions we have been hosting are having larger-than-normal attendance.
   
   Plus, we have had some large special events and concerts. So when we were expected to be slow, we have been busy. But it also means we have serious slumps in between these events.
   
   These slumps would normally be filled by casual tourists who are not coming here or spending as much as they used to.
   

2. Crossing a rubicon of sorts. It's an important milestone in our relationship, and I think it made us stronger and more connected when it happened.
   
   I needed it to happen, I asked for it to happen, to make sure I could be the ultimate slave to Master Chad. That there were no real limits to how I could serve Him, compared to my Owner.
   
   It is what I did for my owner every morning. Or what He did to me. Some of you didn't like it when I mentioned it, a few of you did. But in this instance, the event itself, how it came to be, and the conversation we had are important moments I need to get out of my head. (It’s all good!)
   
   So in the next journal entry, I will talk about “water sports.” But I will warn you before we start, to let you exit-out and wait for the next one after that.

As always, I love everyone one of you and thank you for the continued love and support!!

Love,
Bitch slave