A moment of silence

I needed a moment of silence, to clear my thoughts, concentrate on whats important here.

What’s important? Well, I am first and foremost His slave. I will find a way to be of use at this time. I will grieve but not let it stop me. That’s not what He would want. He would want us to not stuff our feelings, but also not let it stop our life. Balance.

Emotions are a tricky thing. We tend to not let go of them, let them control us.

How will I do my day in His absence… Like I always do. Kids will have their list of chores to get done. I will be at work. I will find out what my Master needs from me, and get it done quickly as I can. Be His strength right now. He will need me in this very rough time. I know my place. By His side.

I will fight my inner urge to stay in bed and be depressed, as it will not help anyone right now. And at some point He will bring it up and I would have to pay for that. This is not the time to push my own agenda.

Doesn’t all of this affect me to? Of course it does, I’m only human. But perspective is key. As I needed to talk to a friend of mine, she’s a wonderful slave, she gave me that moment, and then put things in perspective for me. She walked me thru some things, showed me the slave that I am. What really matters here. I love her dearly, as most don’t know the life of a slave.

There are no books written,’how a slaves to behave in the face of tragedy’. If you’re a slave have some slave friends, so when you go thru the hardest time of your life,you can draw on their strength to renew your own. I have needed her so much. In the one small moment she helped me! I’m so grateful.

I have some great friends, but they are not slaves, that was obvious. I have been confused with Him not right here to guide me, comfort me, give me strength. Yet, I know deep down He will need me to be fine right now, His plate is so full. We will get thru this to, together. Be stronger than ever.

It will take lots of time to move on from this. It has been horrific. One thing will always remain our love for each other, and our children.
My Master has my heart, He knows that. I’m His forever đź’“
I love you Daddy. Now, more than ever!

As I take this moment of silence, I realize it’s really happening, it wasn’t a bad dream, it’s completely real. I didn’t get to say goodbye to her. She was just gone. Now to get Him back on track to.
Life finds a way..


He’s a worthy King indeed

How in the world,in our lifestyle can you tell when one has earned the title, ‘King’?

First of all, I’m not new. Any man in the lifestyle, that refers to himself as royalty, is usually one I don’t give the time of day to, never have. A dominant should exude confidence, not arrogance. There’s a huge difference. 

The dominant who can juggle all aspects of His life (work,family,play) has my respect. Pay attention to the wording, I said juggle , not has all the answers. He’s still human. 

If He is kind to children, and animals, except snakes hates those. Can He be gallant? We all know that men want a lady on their arm in public, and a freak in the sheets. No problem there. But I want the same from my dominant. Will He be the gentleman who opens the car door, and grabs my ass too?! He does!

I want a man who worries about me, will be funny and silly with me. Who can make it a night of bdsm, or just something sexy and hot, Both make me cum, it’s about effort. Can He cook? Cuz I will clean. When I’m sick, am I a priority.

I see Him, as He is. He’s strong, but He needs a woman by His side with strength too, a partner in His life. Someone He can talk to, share His secrets with and knows that no one will ever hear it. 

He needs to know that she has His back. That she’s close to Him, clings to Him but that they can go there own ways and still be 100% committed. She His ‘ ride or die’, cuz He would be hers if He has to. Care for Him when He’s sick. His goals are her goals, and vice versa. He can make someone else a priority at times, she doesn’t blink, she knows it’s for the moment. 

She can tell when He just needs some time to Himself, she doesn’t take it personal, but pushes Him to rest and put Himself first every now and then. They make their relationship a priority, but know it takes both to work at it. Any holidays and she will go pick a gift, she knows He has more important things to do. 

If He’s off with friends, family, or His club she knows she is still on His mind. And He’s on hers!

He makes her talk so He knows what’s on her mind, what she’s stressing about. He wants to guide her, encourage her, help her. They are always there for each other.

They know the goals they have set for themselves,kids, etc… And they both work together as a team. When one succeeds, they both do! 

This is how I know He’s my king. He never insisted I call Him that, He’s to humble. But He deserves the title, it’s been earned a million times over. 

When I look at Him, really look. I see a man with lots of friends, family, and His club but still really lonely. My job is to fill that void, to become everything He needs. Be His partner, His lover, His babygirl, His slave. Cuz I’m just like Him! We have all the stuff ( job, family, friends, kids) but to grow old with someone, cherish the love they give you, take care of their heart. Then you have found someone worthy , someone who should be treated like a king, called ‘ My King’. For He is everything to me! 

Slave in waiting

We had the hardest two months, I’ve had to cater to everyone else but Him. I’ve not been given that time to make sure my Masters needs have all been properly taken care of, my heart’s desire. 

Time apart is really weighing on me, I feel a disconnect in the distance. I’ve been as patient as can be. I try to hold it all in, but it’s eating me alive. 

What I desire, me in slave position before Him, Him doing that deep breath of approval ,His hand on my head which tells me He’s happy with His slave. 

I do get to serve Him. Breakfast nearly every morning, it pleases me to do so. But I miss so much being before Him. It’s something He and I share on the deepest level. It only has meaning to us. I tear up as it has been non existent since everyone else became important. He let the balance be this so I could help one of the children til His life was back on track. It’s coming along, but not fast enough for me.

I long to be at His feet, my place of honor as I’m His. Eyes closed, I breathe in the sweet air around us, bask in the love He emits from Him to me, and back again. He will say in a whisper, ” what a beautiful sight it is to behold”. 

I need it, with everything in me, I need that. The more disconnect I feel, the more I am sad. How does a slave balance putting all first? She doesn’t, not without her Master showing her the balance. I need Him, now. I long for Him, He’s not there. My soul calls to Him, I need Him to hear it and come to me  

I’m no good on my own, for what is a slave without a Master? Nothing. What is a Master without a slave? Empty. They must move together, breathe together, balance each other. Her put Him back in His spot as her object of all delight, so she may serve from her heart. He must accept all the love and care she’s giving, and put her back as His object of desire. 

Out of balance will not be good for long, only the Master may lead them both back together. He knows the way, He created it. This is His world they exist in, she is His loyal subject, His queen, His goddess, His desire. He is her everything as well. What a most beautiful thing as they feel this for each other…

Where is my Master, as my soul calls to Him. Fill me with the love I desire. Heal my soul. Let me serve. I need no words, I just need your heart near mine, my love. To be in your presence. I crave this.


Who’s the fairest Master of them all?

Mine of course!
Last night was our special anniversary. You may not ask me any more than that, because I have no idea of what kind of anniversary. I asked and asked, but after awhile I started thinking that maybe He just made it up to spend time with me, except that doesn’t sound like Him. Plus He kept hinting around it as of why it made such a memory with Him. I really did wrack my brain. I have the worst memory. I have plenty of things in my phone to remember, I must write everything down, for what about this particular day stood out for Him. I might never know.

He wanted to know why I was moody? Well, as His slave I feel I failed Him, there was a special day and I have absolutely no memory of it. That makes me sad, I don’t like failing my Master. The other part was failing myself, that something significant happened last year on this day, and my mind couldn’t keep it, how many other things are just gone… Makes me very upset.

He had me drive us to a restaurant that was waiting for us, He had made a reservation. ( Smiling) It was a place we talked about months ago, I had never been there. I was excited, but nervous too. I was wondering if I had been there before, but couldn’t remember that either? Thank God He said no we hadn’t been there, ahhh fresh memories! Let’s hope I keep this one in my head.

He picked out a lovely selection for us, four courses. That sounds like a lot of food, I’m not a big eater. When they brought the food, it was like it was made just for me! It was tiny bites, now your talking, food I can get behind! And it was delicious! Apples and cheese, that’s just wrong. Just sayin.

As our night went on, my moodiness left. But I’m always a babygirl. I wondered how to use my fork to stab my food, on chips. Little did I know it was OK to use your hands, I was waiting for Him to show me tiny tongs. He just laughs! Our life together will never be boring, His words. 

As I had to wait 2 mins for food to cook in something called ‘ Moho’, I’m not patient, I want my tiny food NOW! So I take it out run it thru some yummy sauces, all the while burning my mouth. He’s still laughing! Then He gives me veggies, hot veggies. I run them thru sauces and burn my mouth again. I swear at this point He’s not sure how I’ve gotten thru life without Him. I wonder that too! The last course was fruit and cakes in chocolate sauce, oh myyyy goooooddddd! That was heaven. The food was fantastic all night. And Daddy let me know that no one had been there with Him except one other special person. Wow! I heard Him, I know Daddy loves but to spring something like that on me, tears welled up, I just didn’t let Him know. I guess he’ll know now. This man loves me, it’s awful that it’s so foreign to me to be loved by anyone. But it is. I just watched Him, listened to Him. I am so in love with this amazing man.

We are talking, and He lets me know He could tell I was not OK as we left the house tonight. ” Daddy, I need planned spontanaiety”. He laughs, says there is no such thing. I chime in, ” yes there is if you’re a Libra!”. Libras don’t do most things spontaneously, unless it’s an emergency count the Libra out. If you throw a surprise party for me, tell me in advance or I can’t process. I will feel so awkward and out of my element it’s not funny. Plus there’s high blood pressure, I might have had to many spontaneous moments, see. Does He want my heart to just explode in my chest? Tell me what’s happening before it happens, so as it happens I can get thru it.

Then He’s laughing cuz I have no idea where we are, Arizona was NOT the answer He was looking for. He goes so far as to come up with what would happen to me if a hostage situation happened, and calling 911 won’t help me ,cuz I don’t even know where I’m at. One thing for sure if I call 911 I know they bounce off cell phone towers to triangulate where I am. Lawyered Daddy!

We even got the chocolate covered strawberries for our special anniversary. The staff kept wishing us a happy anniversary, I did think about pulling one aside and asking them if He said anything to them about what anniversary? 

As we were leaving He always does the gentleman thing, ‘ ladies first’s. But does He have any idea I don’t know where I’m going? Twice He had to put me on the right path to get out the door. I was thinking to myself, ‘ thank God I didn’t have to pee, I would have never found Him again’, maybe they’d call search and rescue, get out the dogs, reunite me with my Daddy! It was a big place and lots of ways to go. I was bound to do it wrong. 

All in all it was a lovely evening, it really was. I got a great pic with Him. And of the fire! No I didn’t light the restaurant on fire, Daddy was with me, the world and I were safe!

* The title: there will never be anyone like Him in my life. Only Him. How I got so lucky to have such a wonderful Master,Daddy, Lover, mere mortal man in my life, Well I don’t know. I just know I feel so lucky all the time. He thinks about me, as much as I think about Him. He misses me as much as I miss Him. I love my life! For the very first time ever, someone loves me as much as I love them! I never want it to end, I just want more with Him. I love this man❤He teaches me, helps me, protects me. He is everything to me! He the fairest Master of them all! There are none like Him, He’s one in a billion. He chose me, still brings tears after all this time together. 
Just one thing…  WTF anniversary was it?

See? Fire!!


The gift

He did give me something most wonderful,I get to talk! My gbff came over last night, we talked and talked for hours. He has known me longer than most people, and he definitely wanted to know what was up with me…

All I told him was that my Daddy wants me to talk. That my Daddy said in the two years we’ve been together I haven’t talked much. Well that’s mostly lifestyle. I have never been given the green light to talk. I can’t remember a master or a Dom who wanted me to talk, occasionally yes, but for the most part I was to be seen and not heard. That has been the norm for the lifestyle. 

Other slaves I know , most are like me, quiet. We are reserved until we are together having some girl time, we can’t shut up! If we text each other, we can’t shut up! We are female, we don’t shut up, but any master walk in the room, we STOP, dead in our tracks. It goes back to quick answers. ‘Yes Sir’ ‘ No Sir’.  

Our job as a slave: to listen, to serve, to respect, to give, to care, to answer, to please, to be of use.  Does it sound like we talk much? We don’t. We all can go to our Masters and ask to speak, when we really need to talk. That doesn’t mean things will change. But we were heard. It’s how a slave is taught to communicate. 

Now He’s changed things. He gave me this ‘ gift of gab’. He did not say if there were any rules. Like, do I still need to ask Him if I may speak and then actually speak. Maybe rules are coming. Maybe He wanted to see if I could even open up. But He started this, it’s pouring out of me. I haven’t held back. I just say it. It’s so exciting! I’m actually breathing easier, my stomach doesn’t hurt and it always hurts. It’s like I’m not stuffing it all for once, and staying silent. I can see how it could get out of hand. I know when I’m around people in Daddy’s life, do NOT make Him regret this gift. I’m to be seen and not heard at those times. How do I know? Cuz He never said it was a free for all. Say what I want, to anyone I want, at anytime I want. What He said was talk to me. 

This gift might be reserved for Him only. But being His property I also have to think about my position in the world as well. A slave would never run at the mouth and embarrass her Master. So there really are plenty of times when I just shut up in public, to friends, to family. But recently I haven’t. All of them saying the same question, ‘ What’s this new thing?’ 

I’m talking! Yes, there are words coming out of my mouth bitches, and most of you have just begun to hear me.
I do wonder will He take this gift from me, just have enough of me talking. Cuz I’ve got things to say! I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially Him. But what if I need to say something? There are times, many times,  like when He’s on His phone so much I just really want to say, “please put your phone down I really need your time” but I don’t say anything.  Or one of my kids, I really want to say: ” go live your gd life, quit making me take care of your ass. You don’t give 100% to be independent, and you seem perfectly fine with me taking care of you. You shouldn’t be fine with this, I love you but I’m fucking exhausted”. I let this same child know that since I cosigned for a car that went back to the bank, you ruined my credit, but you’re gonna help me pay for the bankruptcy. He’s owed me money in the past and I let it go, but this won’t be forgiven. You’re paying me. But there are others who owe me money,one person owes me $4000, and I’ve said nothing to them. But maybe I should.i don’t remind ppl that they owe me, I’ve not gotten any payments,I just let it eat at me. Even my gbff I told Him how I felt too. He was shocked, said it’s like a new me. 

I can see how this gift could get me into trouble too. But I can feel how freeing it is as well! 

Who’s next? Just step right up so I can tell you what I think of you, your life, your choices, how I always listen to your shit. But do you do that for me… 


What if…

Today was a defining day for Daddy and me. He’s been letting me talk more, more like encouraging it. On my slave side, I don’t talk much. But today, I said more than enough. He did listen. Then He had some things to say to me. Later, when I got home from work, He had more to say. Part of me was scared to death, I know how powerful He is, yet He gave me this gift. 

I’m like a kid in a candy store. Do I dare tell everyone what I think? I did talk to my boss, said what I needed to say. Fuck, that felt good! But talking to Daddy, really talking felt great too. I have never been allowed to talk, thru years of marriage to an asshole where I did get hurt. My ex taught me I was to be seen and not heard. Trying having years of that crammed down your throat. But let’s not totally blame the ex, their were enough Masters and Dom’s that felt the same way. So years of not talking, suddenly are pouring out of me. 

I’m nervous on the other side wondering how far is to far with Daddy. I know Him well enough that He has already set my boundaries, I just have to learn where they are. My mind does worry about my bratty side, how much of that will come out of my mouth. I also wonder why He did this? He wants a slave, but not a quiet slave? This is all new to me! I hope I won’t make Him regret it. 

So, Daddy and I are talking last night. Only He says I am not listening, I am listening. If I am writing it here, then I was listening! OK, that bratty thing might be happening right now. I got what He meant! I thought long and hard about each thing He said to me.

Here’s what I got:

When others tell me of there past, trust issues,abuse,etc… I start by saying I understand, but don’t put that onto to the next person. And realize it’s not happening now. 

I’m guilty, I didn’t heed my own advice. I’ve been hurt and/or abused by enough ppl in my past. My Master has not been one of them. But last night I got to say, respectfully as I could, how I felt I had been neglected I guess, cuz I never thought He was trying to hurt me. I’m not sure if the word I chose actually is the word that works , but He understands what I’m saying. But damn, it felt good to say ,’ this was how that made me feel’. He wasn’t angry, didn’t seem like it. Maybe confused, cuz it was so long ago. I do build resentment and then feel perfectly justified in throwing men out of my life. I can’t do that to Him. He’s never hurt me. He’s always protected my heart. Things in His past, well He’s trying to change them asap. But how can I hold Him guilty for what others do? I can’t. 

I did attach a song that just speaks of everything that has gone thru my head. It’s about insecurities. I have plenty of those. Years of hearing I not thin, not pretty, not worthy. But my Master has tried changing that crap for the last 2 years. I didn’t let it happen, why not? Am I not even alittle pretty. I might not be super model thin, I’m not, but I could get eat better ( working on it). Am I worthy? This needs to go more in depth… Worthy of what? Love? Being a slave? As a woman?  No one ever defined this, I never asked. 

But maybe it’s time to let it all go. I think so. My trust issues, my man issues. My Master has not done any of the things men from my past have done. But He does want to build something with me. A life. I’ve never done that before. Sounds nice! I’m sure He has an idea of it will look like. My first thought is actually I hope I fit in. But I need to work on changing those automatic thoughts. They need to be more positive. He will guide if I let Him. I want Him to. I know it doesn’t mean do it for me, cuz the work is usually in my lap when He’s changing something in me. 

He doesn’t see me as fucked up. Completely wrong, unable to change. I don’t make big decisions, but perhaps with Him by my side I can! I have honestly never lived like this before. There will never be another Master like Him, ever. I want what He’s offering. A beautiful life, where the past will not matter, once He changes me completely and I stop resisting, it will be wonderful to see who I am then! I have heard of Masters like this before, never experienced this before, ever. But I’m not stupid enough to look real love in the eye and tell it to fuck off. I want what He has for us! I know something is here I’ve never had before. I don’t what it exactly it is, cuz I’ve never had it before. It makes me excited though. Excited for a long life with Him. Scared to, I can see it in His eyes the love He has for me, and the thought of ‘i might kill my slave’. Lol

Not sure that last part is a joke…


Master planned day ( My original story)

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, from the sounds of it Daddy was already up, I smell something good coming from the kitchen! Daddy is a great cook. As I move the covers off me , I hear Him heading down the hall to our room.

“Well, good morning my beautiful slave!” Said Daddy

” Good morning Daddy” I reply.

He sits on the bed next to me and He starts to explain that He has nothing to do today, all the kids are gone til dinnertime, it’s just He and I. But we won’t be going anywhere, it will be a nice relaxing, fun filled day at home. He also lets me know that we will be Master/ slave today. I must ask properly for everything. I get out of bed and fall into slave position, to present myself to Master. 

” You such a good slave, today is about you being my slave, as everyday, but I’m adding lots of fun into this day as well”

I smile while in position before Him, not about to break protocol. He’s saying He has fun for us today, but knowing my sadist Master, that just might include a bright red ass. 

He reaches for me, I offer Him my hand, now I may look up at Him. He helps me stand, I even stand in slave position. Legs slightly apart, hands behind my back, nothing to obstruct Masters view as He looks me over. 

” I want a dress on you, you may pick it. Also knee socks, pigtails, no bra, no panties, no makeup will be needed. If I require anything else for you, or you need anything just ask properly, it shall be given if I find it necessary.”

I nodded my head as a sign that I understood.

He motions for me to go to the closet. I pick a cute summer dress. It’s light, airy. Seems perfect for a day at home. Master leaves me to get the rest done, as He is making breakfast, He’s a great cook. 

I head down the hallway, I realize it’s so quiet in a house usually full of kids. I’m not complaining, I love our kids, but I’m loving the idea of just time with Master!

He has already put two plates of food on the table. I go to where I normally sit, and as a slave I know my place, Master sits first, so I stand beside the chair and wait for His command. He’s heading to the table and He sits, motions for me to sit. I do. I ask, ” Master, do require anything before we eat?”

” No, we eat then I’ve got some ideas for you”

My only reply is, ” Yes Master”

The food is delicious, and I was hungry. He is watching me. I want this to be a day where my slave does exactly as I say, no questions, no hesitation. 

” Yes Master” I say

” Good girl my beautiful slave”

Once done I ask Master of I may clear the table and wash the dishes. He says I may clear but not to wash dishes at this time. He gets up from the table and goes into the living room, sits down. From the sound of it, as I’m in the kitchen, it seems He has put on one of my favorite movies. I smile. I head to the living room and I go into slave position at His feet. He puts His hand on my head and runs His fingers thru my hair and pulls. Oh fuck! He pulls my head back a little and kisses me with such passion, I remember quickly why I love being my Masters slave.

” Master?” I start to ask

“Yes my slave?”

” Master, may I plz suck your cock?”

He’s grinning at me, ” good girl for asking properly slave. Yes you may, but do a very good job,or it’s your ass”

I nod my head as I fully understand my rules. I’m hoping for making Master happy, as I like my ass the way it is, intact!

I move between His legs, I  pull at His shorts to set His huge cock free from it’s hiding place. I love His cock! I love the taste of it. I can hardly wait to have it in my mouth. As soon as I lick His cock I can tell He loves it to. Within moments He stops me.

” Slave find a position so I can see how wet you are, and play with your clit.”

“Yes Master”

We are adjusting positions on the couch, we have a huge sectional so it won’t be a problem. I’m in a position that’s comfy and shows my wet spot. I go back to sucking His cock. I feel His fingers between my legs, exploring. I’m thinking to myself, ‘ this will be a fun day!’ within in a few minutes His fingers are off my clit, and I feel something foreign. I’m trying to suck Him and guess what’s happening to me, but I’m gonna be surprised. I feel Him force something inside me. Oh no, it’s vibrating Ben WA balls. As soon as they are fully in I hear Him click the remote and they are on. Oh fuck that feels good. I can handle that! I’m loving sucking His cock, and feeling wetness dripping between my legs. I’m happily sucking His cock and balls, then I feel something on my clit. Oh god no! Another toy? Yes it is. He put one inside me, now one on my clit. I’m hoping there is nothing in store for my ass, but it sounds like He has a plan.

I feel the toy against my clit. Oh fuck the both of them feel so good. But I will need to cum soon.

” Don’t you dare cum” He says

Those are the words you hate to hear. My body is convulsing, every inch of me is on fire for Him, but there won’t be any release til allowed by Him. That’s torture. But I’m holding it back. I go back to sucking His cock, trying to keep my mind on that and do a good job, but I am moaning loudly now. And moving around. If I can move my body maybe I can get the toy off my clit. Get a small break. I’m feeling it build up in my body. 

“Master plz may I cum?”


Oh fuck, He pulls me off His cock. Puts me on my back,

“Lift the dress, spread those legs for me NOW”

I do as I’m told. But damn I need to cum. We hear a knock at the door. I sure He’s gonna turn off the toys, send me to our room. He doesn’t. The guy walks in, sees everything. I’m still moaning. He still has the toys on. My legs are wide open for all to see, but the more I want to cum, even while they are talking its killing me. He refuses to let me cum, while they both watch my body writhe in ecstasy ,I’m moaning so loud, the toys are still on me, and building up more. Fuuuck.

At this point I’m wanting to let go again, but He stops that thought. Both of them look like they are ready to explode themselves right there. Master moves the toy from my clit, it goes off. But the other one is on and doing fine. I’m instructed to suck His cock. I’m so horny I don’t care that someone is watching. I suck as hard as I can, make love to His cock with my mouth. He is ready to cum but He always has more patience than I do. He stops me so His friend can leave the room, he comes back in with his slave.I’m waiting for Masters cock in my mouth again. He reaches for my hand but pulls me up off the couch and bends me over. 

Spankings?? I’m wondering why. I hear Him say, ” Did you just expose my private domain, your body, to another man?”    “Sir, I wasn’t trying to , I was obeying orders Sir. You didn’t move the toy which means to keep my legs open so you have full access to your slaves body” 

He smiles, I can hear Him. He just wanted a reason to beat my ass. “slave, how many times did you need cum while we watched?”   “Sir, I’m not sure ,like 3 or 4 times. Good girl, so I will double it for spankings. 8 is the number slave”

I am ready as I’ll ever be. I just want it over with. His spankings whether playful or punishment, are not light. He prides His sadist self on that. So I remember my place at all times, and who is in charge, and what will happen. Of course I don’t forget. And never, no matter what, ever back away from Him. I only made that mistake twice when we first started yrs ago, I never repeated it after that second time. I learned.

” slave you’re wet! I will have to take care of that for you” 

I’m thinking that he will be fucking me, that’s not what he meant. 

” Stay in position slave. I’m bent over, fully exposed. I feel a hand on me, not his as He sat on the couch,cock in hand. So WTF is happening? He would never let another man touch me, must be a girl!

I feel a hand on my body, a light slap on my ass, then another. Finally a few fingers entering my wet spot. Going back and forth ,getting faster. Omg that feels good. I’m enjoying that and I’m fucking her fingers. I grab behind me to get her hand, I want to taste! 

” What’s wrong slave?”

” Nothing Sir I just need to cum”

” Denied slave”

Fuuuck this is gonna be a long day. He motions for me to come to Him. I wonder what’s next, how torturous it will be. I can only think of a few ways this will go. She’s dressed in a sexy outfit too.  I just watch. My Master introduces us both. We smile at each other

My Master doesn’t remove the toy from me, He expects her to work around the vibrating. She lays down and I’m to sit on her face. I have nothing on underneath so you can see everything she has access to. She pulls me to her mouth, and in seconds her tongue is inside me along with the toy. Her Master has a surprise for her,he opens her legs and a toy goes inside her as well. We are both moaning now. I am loving her tongue inside me, that feels so good  I ask to cum, my Master lets me and I cum on her face. She’s ready to cum as well, but they have new ideas,me on the bottom, she’s on my face, and my Master puts a toy on my clit. I’m so horny now, I’m bucking at this . I need release. He pulls her off me, flips me over and spanks me, that refocuses my mind. 

” Get control or I will slave. You will only release when I say so, do you understand?” 

” Yes Sir”

We go back to position. She cums on my face. My Master motions for me to come to Him. He places me on our couch, on my back, He wants my legs spread wide open for her and so they can both see. She is touching my clit, rubbing in a circular motion. She puts fingers in me again and I put my hand on hers to push it in further, oh fuck. She moves her fingers back out, and puts lube on her hand, her whole hand goes inside me and she starts fist fucking me. Oh fuck that feels good. I’m bucking at her . She bends her head so tongue is on my clit, swirling and sucking. My Master she that I can’t handle and restrains my hands, he’s not about to let me stop her. Her Master moves her hand to my ass. My Master lubes up her fingers and she starts to go in and my Master knows exactly how to get anything in my ass just get me hot and bothered, I won’t care. They put a toy on my clit and she slides right in my ass. Both her hands are inside me now. How fucking hot is that? Damn.

Her Master fucks her ass while they are still watching. My Master keeps the toy on my clit, but shoves his cock in her mouth. It’s like we are all locked together and each of us cumming at the same time. Fuuuck.

Both Masters take a step back from us girls and just watch. She and I have been moaning so loudly. They are both hard as a rock. She and I need to cum so badly. Both Masters move in near us and they both cum all over our faces. That is so hot! They back up to watch us, tell us that we can come. We both cum so hard, so many times, that release feels so good!

When we are done, she and I are both spent. Our Masters take care of us.  It really was the best day ever! Daddy promised it would be!
* This is my original story, you may not use it without my permission. Thank you for respecting that. 

– babygirl