I pulled up to Sir's house exactly five minutes before my designated arrival time that Saturday morning. I slipped off my short dress and walked in my five inch heels to attach my leash to a hook and kneel on the side porch, naked except for my heels, a chain collar with Sir's initials, and a medium sized stainless butt plug.
I am a 32 year old divorced owner of my own successful company. I am 5; 4" tall, weigh 125 pounds, and work out in my home gym four days a week. I am also Sirs: girlfriend, slut, slave, toy, and anything else Sir wants me to be.
I am kneeling at Sir's door every Saturday at precisely 9:00 AM. About the only time I know what to expect that weekend is if children are going to be present which requires me to be dressed more modestly. Otherwise, it may be a quiet day with Master, a weekend road trip, serving as maid and pool toy for pool party of a dozen people, serving as fluffer while Sir entertains one of several girls on his booty call list, a jet trip to Jamaica or Paris, or whatever else Sir has planned. I love it all except the weekends when I am the designated babysitter for one of Sir's more vanilla events. As Sir says that stretches my masochistic tendencies.
Sir is old money. Besides the corporations he owns, he sits on several corporate boards, as well as on the boards of several philanthropic organizations. He runs non-stop all week, jet setting around the world, but manages to be home almost every weekend for R&R. That is what he calls me, when he isn't calling me his slut. Sir is also a dominant sadist to my submissive masochist. Sir is 6' 4" tall, 220#, quite fit, with black hair with silver highlights. He doesn't discuss his age but is somewhere around 40. Sir has never been married.
At precisely 9:00, Susan opened the door, took my leash and led me crawling inside. Susan is Sir's secretary, housekeeper, and live-in slave. Susan informs me that today is a pool and play party for a local BDSM group and that Sir is waiting for me upstairs in the master bedroom. She unsnaps my leash allowing me to walk upstairs. At Sir's I crawl when on the leash or when Sir tells me to, but otherwise I am free to walk, usually in five or six inch heels.
Sir is walking naked from the shower as I enter his bedroom. I am greeted by Sir in all his naked glory. Master pulls me into a hug and a kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. As soon as he releases me, I kneel unbidden and kiss Sir's cock, looking up into his eyes. I see Sir smile and I attack his cock, kissing, licking and sucking. Master takes a double handful of my hair and starts fucking my face. He stays shallow at first, letting me adjust and get him truly wet before he starts enjoying the tightness of my throat. We are soon in a rhythm that I know well. Sir will be in my throat until he knows I desperately need a breath, and will retreat into my mouth for me to explore his cock with my tongue. He occasionally changes his rhythm, only fucking the entry to my throat, I have to breath in that rhythm, in on one stroke, exhale on the next. I trust Sir is not going to break me, so I don't panic as my lungs start to burn.
It is always Sir's choice where he will cum. When he fucks my face, Sir may shoot down my throat, fill my mouth, or he may paint my face or tits. The only given is regardless of where Sir fucks me, I will lick and suck his cock clean when he is finished. That day Sir withdrew out of my throat and filled my mouth with his cum. I opened my mouth to show Sir his gift and when he nodded swallowed it all before licking and sucking Sir's cock clean.
That earned me my first "Good girl" of the day. Master continued, "I assume Susan told you that we are hosting a pool and play party today. You will help Susan get the house ready, greet my guests at the door, meet any and all of their needs. Once my guests are here, you will be serving snacks, liquid refreshments, and entertaining our guests. The dungeon is closed until after dinner. Any questions?"
I replied, "No Sir." Sir's instructions included a couple of code words. Meeting "any and all of our guest needs" meant that guests were free to use me sexually, while "entertaining our guests" meant I would be totally obedient to whatever our guests asked of me. The dungeon being closed meant that while I could be hand spanked, groped, pinched and otherwise physically abused, that crops, floggers and paddles would not be used until after dinner. Of course, my hope was that when the dungeon opened it would be Sir using me.
Sir helped me to my feet, took me across his lap and spanked me. He started out lightly rubbing, stroking and lightly swatting my butt, but the spanking became heavier and heavier until I was crying, sobbing, and almost incoherent. Sir finally stopped, pulled me up to him, hugged and kissed me and said, "That should hold my slut until after dinner. Now go help Susan."
I got up and started downstairs, still crying, my ass on fire, but hoping Sir's words meant he planned to be the one using me in the dungeon. As soon as I found Susan in the kitchen she said, "Your makeup is a mess. Go wash up and then come back we have work to do."
After cleaning the destroyed makeup from my face, I returned to Susan. She sent me to the dungeon to clean the equipment and make sure everything was where it should be. As I entered the room I had to stop and catch my breath. Every piece of equipment in the room had memories of me being attached or laid across them while Sir or someone else used clamps, crops, floggers, whips, vibrator, dildoes, and paddles inflicting pain and exquisite pleasure to the point that I couldn't tell one from another.
I mixed up new antibiotic solution and cleaned all the instruments that had been left out around the room. All the surfaces on each piece of furniture got the same treatment. I found a big wet spot on one of the horses, obviously where Sir enjoyed Susan earlier. I should have been jealous, but I share Sir with Susan and his other submissives and have no claim to him. I finished by vacuuming the room before heading back downstairs.
Ice had been delivered. I distributed the 40# bags to the various coolers out around the pool, and deck. Not easy to do in five inch heels, but in my time with Sir I have gotten much more agile in high heels. Four inch heels are now the standard for my work dress, and five, six or ballerina for my weekends. Carrying the ice bags in my arms meant they were laying against my tits and my nipples were soon so hard they hurt. Their piercings took the cold straight into their core.
Back in the kitchen I help Susan transfer the snacks from the supplier's boxes onto serving trays and place them in one of Sir's massive cold boxes. I came out of the cold box with rock hard nipples again, to come face to face with one of the caterers, bringing items to fix later for dinner. It was over a minute before he made eye contact. I took his package, and he followed me as I carried it into the cold box. Without thinking I bent over to place it on an available lower shelf, flashing him with everything I own. I realized what I had done when I turned and found him standing there with his mouth wide open and a noticeable bulge in his trousers.
As we came out of the cold box, we met Sir who had come down to check on how the prep work was going. He noticed the caterer's bulge and turned to me and asked, "Did you do that?"
I saw no purpose in trying to explain, "Yes Sir, I bent over in front of him storing his stock." I saw the look in Sir's eyes and went to my knees in front of the caterer.
Master smiled at the caterer, "I'm sorry for the distress my girl has caused you, please let her address your issue."
I didn't wait for a response. I unzipped the man's pants and fished his cock out. It was nice sized, circumcised, and grew rapidly when I started licking and kissing it. My goal was to get him off as quickly as I could. I started sucking, licking and bobbing my head rapidly on his cock while maintaining eye contact. From the corner of my eye I could see Sir standing there watching, smiling. It did not take long for the caterer to groan and cum, filling my mouth to overflowing. He apparently hadn't cum in awhile and I had trouble swallowing fast enough so some dribbled out of my mouth and fell onto my tits and the floor.
I cleaned the man's cock, gently put it back in his pants, apologized, and thanked him. I took my fingers and wiped the cum off my tits and sucked my fingers clean, before leaning over and licking up what I had spilled onto the floor. As I knelt, I saw that Sir looked pleased. Sir and the caterer discussed dinner details for a bit, while I knelt in front of the man's crotch. Sir finally helped me to my feet and told me to get back to work. As soon as I turned to do that, I saw the big smirk on Susan's face. She enjoyed my work.
At 11:30 Susan said we needed to get ready for the pool party. I followed her up to her room. We showered together helping the other with the two enemas, checking for and dealing with stubble, and washing each other's body. It is a strange relationship, we share Sir, though neither of us claims him, there are no signs of jealousy, and we are more like incestuous sisters than anything else. When we shower together there is lots of groping and kissing and some body parts get much more cleaning than others. While we each have our own rooms in Sir's house, we often sleep together when Sir is otherwise occupied.
After we dried off, I put my heels back on and walked to the next room which was mine. I needed to redo my makeup and put on the apron I would be wearing until someone removed it. It barely covered my tits and while there was a flap in front that covered my cunt there was also strap underneath that went through my crotch to attach to the waist belt in the back. Laid out with the apron were the dildo and plug that the strap would help hold in place. My cunt was wet enough for the dildo to slide in easily. I used copious amounts of lube in my ass before inserting the plug, knowing the plug would not be the only thing needing lube in my ass that day.
Sir stopped by as I was finishing dressing to make sure I was ready. He tightened the crotch strap two more buckle holes, pushing the dildo deep into my cunt. He also pulled a remote out of his pocket at turned the dildo onto a low steady vibration. He swatted my still sore ass, told me to greet people at the door, and went to check on Susan.