HOW WE SERVE MASTER

I look at the full-length mirror and I’ve got to say, I look hot.

Especially for a 55-year-old woman.

My hair is still mostly blonde. My breasts don’t sag all that much.

And I weigh about what I did 40 years ago. Well, 30 years ago at least.

I guess I owe that part to Master. He has given me a weight range that I have to remain within.

I am punished if I weigh over the range or under it.

And, yes, I said Master. I am owned. I am a sex slave.

My master Randy is only 25 years old. But he is wise, strong, ruthless and hung.

Very hung.

He barely fits in my mouth.

He’s so hung he only ass fucks as punishment. And his cock up there is nearly torture.

I am a data specialist advisor at a financial institution in New York. I’m mostly retired and only work about 25 hours a week.

The rest of the time I spend serving Master.

We live in a condo in Manhattan. Living with us is Gretchen, another one of Master’s sex slaves.

She’s a bit younger than me, only 47. She’s a part-time editor at a graphics publishing house.

I am three-times married and three-times divorced. With two grown children and three grandkids.

Before she met Master, Gretchen was a lifelong lesbian. His authority, charm and cock changed her.

When Master rewards both her and me, and lets Gretchen eat my pussy. I am so grateful for her life history.

We service. We obey.

And in return, Master gives us cums you would not believe.

But more than that. Every woman is familiar, if she’s lucky, with edging.

But there are edges, and then there are the razor-thin, so close it nearly kills you, “dear God don’t stop” edges that Master provides us.

His discipline and his punishments are harsh.

And in a way, the pleasures he provides are even harsher.

Neither Gretchen or I would have it any other way.