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In one of our regular one to one sessions this week, my immediate boss (not S., but my other, male, boss) gave me the third degree about the amount of work i was doing for A., why i was accompanying Her on so many work visits etc.

 

Although i explained that most of the work i did for Her i did in my own time, and that if he was worried about the costs of my accompanying Her on visits, i was prepared to cover them myself, this did not seem to satisfy him and i started to worry that A would be given a hard time about the same things by Her own manager, who She is often in conflict with.

 

i tried to discuss this with Her at Her home yesterday evening, but She quickly became bored with the conversation and silenced me. She then set me to licking Her feet for the next half an hour or so and after that, all thought of discussions about work went out of the window, especially when She decided to take me upstairs and fuck me with Her strap-on.

 

Trouble is, I am not sure whether She just didn’t want to discuss the matter then or whether Her reaction was, effectively, Her final answer – in other words, don’t bother me about this, you are my slave, you sort it out. i will ask Her as soon as I have the opportunity. In the meantime, its business as usual - in work early, then travel to Surrey to meet Her with the file and other paperwork She needs for Her visit.

Slave assignments aren’t all about scrubbing the kitchen floor or cleaning Madam’s toilet; yesterday, i was instructed to keep A’s husband company at the Great British Beer Festival!

 

As Madam has not allowed me alcohol for some time, i was a bit scared i might get drunk, but i kept to the low strength and i was okay. I used to quite like events like that but these days anything as testosterone-fuelled as a beer festival or a football match is my idea of hell.

 

Actually, it wasn’t that bad. There are some quite strong-minded Ladies in the Real Ale fraternity, maybe even a few Dommes i shouldn’t wonder. i did hate how i felt when i woke up this morning though – i don’t mean sick or with a bad head, just dirty, flatulent and lacking in energy. Not much use to Madam this morning. In fact, She would probably find my presence offensive if i was at Hers.

 

i can’t wait to get back to fragrant Feminity!

p

My blogs are few and far between these days, as i spend most of my weekends at Madam’s house. This weekend, however, She is visiting Her sister, so apart from my usual chores (which i will do tomorrow afternoon), i am not needed.  Hence the following short piece about Our/our firm’s “office picnic” earlier this week.

 

Madam does not usually bother with Staff Events, but on this occasion She was persuaded to join in by two of Her young colleagues who She is quite friendly with. We/we bought some good things to eat such as rotis, samosas and spicy chicken, and some soft drinks to wash it down, and i set everything out on a rug on the local greenspace, just a little way away from the main body of picnickers.

 

The reason We/we kept Our/our distance  – “We/we” meaning Madam, Her two young friends and me - was because the main crowd tend to drink a lot and get a bit rowdy. Although Madam sometimes drinks alcohol, She never does so to excess and has a low tolerance for drunken behaviour. i have become virtually tee-total  in Her service. Madam’s friends have a similar attitude to alcohol.

 

i waited on them quite openly, pouring drinks and offering round delicacies, handing out napkins and generally being a quietly attentive servant to All the Ladies. Most people took no notice as They/they have become quite used to Our/our behaviour over the years, but one person who was clearly fascinated was Our/our Big Boss, who I noticed talking to one of the middle managers about Us/us.

 I don’t know what he told her, but shortly afterwards She made a point of coming over to Our/our little camp and asking Madam and Her friends – it was clear that She was addressing them and not me- how They were enjoying the picnic. Of course, They smiled sweetly and answered that They were enjoying it very much, thank You, and it was good to see that the rain had held off.

The Big Boss, clearly dying to say something about my submissive behaviour, said (rather awkwardly) “I see that You have brought Your manservant along to pour the drinks and hand out the goodies”.

 

Madam’s friends just looked at Her and giggled, but She was totally unphased.

 

“Oh yes”, She replied, without pausing, “Even the dullest of them have their uses!”

 

I felt a pang of humiliation but as ever, it was accompanied by a submissive thrill and even a little pride at this public display of ownership.

 

Another small step toward becoming a totally “out” male submissive!

So little time to blog these days…i apologise for the “stream of consciousness” style…

 

Madam just back from holiday in Eastern Europe…Great time but already upset with Her boss…That meant i had to suffer, albeit gladly…

 

Discussed handing over my finances to Her again…Agreed there are still practical & admin reasons for me to retain access, but We/we have opened a joint account to which only i pay in…Makes it easier for Her to monitor my spending…

 

Looking into transferring my flat into Her name…

 

paul

A. had a “Woman to Woman” talk with my Boss this week and it seems there is just one obstacle to me becoming Her prospective partner. Unfortunately, it appears to be an insuperable one – for Her family’s sake, She will only consider another Muslim.

i am a non-believer and even if was able to conform outwardly with the principles of Islam, i feel sure that i could never convert in my heart. A. understands this and as only a genuine conversion is likely to be acceptable, She considers that marriage is impossible.

Nevertheless, We/we agreed that there is scope for lots of friendly support, especially while She is having a difficult time at home because of the breakdown of Her marriage and Her father’s illness. If nothing else, She could use a friend in Our/our team, which mainly consists of young male penis-heads who think it’s clever to go drinking at lunchtimes and slack off when Her back is turned.

i promised A. that i will be Her loyal lieutenant and apple-polisher. This will undoubtedly ostracise me further from my male colleagues but i really couldn’t care less. i don’t like male company much and i value the opinion of “dominant males” even less. In any case, i have found that a male who meets the approval of Females, while often the object of jealousy and suspicion, also enjoys a degree of protection.

Although i was excited about the prospect of a possible marriage, i am not unduly disappointed that it will not happen. i still cherish the thought of simply staying as A’s slave for the rest of my days, though i appreciate that She would still like to still me married off to a suitable Lady, if one can be found who meets Her requirements.

A.’s help in determining my relationships with other Women has been invaluable to me. i have no doubt that, left to my own devices, i would be pursuing H., though She is already in a long-term relationship and A. says She will only play with me and hurt me. i would not have considered my Boss, though it seems that She will genuinely appreciate my service.

i am very lucky to have so many Women in my life (though it is not just a matter of luck as i have gone out of my way to make myself useful and endear myself to Them).  And of course, i am particularly fortunate to have A as the Supreme Goddess of my  feminine Universe!

p.

 

This week i spent two days away with my Boss on a business trip. Nobody else in my team wanted to go as they do not like Her but i eagerly volunteered in my toadying, lickspittle way and had a wonderful time. As if the prospect of 36 hours in Her company and under close Female direction wasn’t enough, She slipped in the shower and hurt Her foot on the first morning so i had an excuse to be extra helpful and attentive, helping Her tend it and finding Her places to sit.

 

She seemed to appreciate my attentiveness and even told me how much i'd made Her laugh on the trip, which gave me a great deal of satisfaction as She had started off a bit depressed due to illness in Her family and a recent relationship breakdown.

 

When A learned about how well We/we had got on and that Her relationship had broken down, She started to wonder if my boss might be interested in me. She asked if i found Her attractive and i had to say that i had never been particularly attracted to Her but i would be honoured if She wanted me for a partner. A said that She would see if my Boss was interested.

 

My Boss is a Muslim Lady like A, but of Pakistani rather than Indian origin. It is unlikely there would be any explicit bdsm in the relationship, but i would still be able to obey and serve Her, not only at home but at work also. A thought it would be a very appropriate match and decided to consider lifting Her recent ban on me pursuing any further relationships. Although i had lost interest anyway and was just looking forward to serving A in her retirement, this development has changed things and i am quite excited about it.

 i am still in touch with my Malaysian pen-pal, but no longer actively pursuing a relationship with Her as A does not consider Her suitable.

paul

A came round to my flat mid-afternoon yesterday to see the stuff i’d decided to get rid of. After a short survey of the place, She doubled it.

 

i was quite alarmed initially but now i just want rid of it all. In truth, the sooner i sell up and move in with Her the better; though as She didn’t mention that, i suspect i shall remain in this half-way house quite a bit longer.

 

Sometimes i use the computer to work from home, so that stayed and i still get to my blog for now; but i lost many more of my books and so much more of my music than i expected.  i chose to get rid of the TV myself.

 

Old pictures, gone; lots of old writings, gone; piles of old clothes, gone. It’s pretty empty here now. But still quite comfortable for slave quarters.

 

Some of the stuff i will sell and i’m going to ask if i can use the proceeds to buy something for A’s home. A sub male can never do enough boot-licking, in my view.

paul

i am waiting for A to arrive. She hasn't told me when She'll be here - it may not be until this evening - but i've been up since 07.30 preparing so i don't get caught with my pants down. Anytime now She could ring to say She is on Her way. It's so nerve-wracking, i think i will wet myself the moment i hear the telephone ring.

i thought blogging might take my mind off things but it is just making me feel worse. i'd better go and clean the bathroom again (for the hundredth time)!

paul

A short blog today as i am busy with a major clear-out of my flat this weekend. A has told me to get rid of a lot of my stuff. She says i have far too many possessions for a slave.

 

It’s tough to part with some things but also very liberating. i am hoping that this is the first stage in preparing me to move in permanently with A and Her husband as their house boy.

 

i found my first slave collar yesterday afternoon and decided to put it on for old times sake, along with my first pair of knickers and one of my first pairs of tights. The collar is inscribed “Property of Mistress S”. She was my first Mistress. i took Her on-line postal training course in the nineties and that started me out on the path i'm on now. Fond memories and many thanks to Her.

 

i don’t wear A’s collar at the moment (except figuratively speaking) but i hope i have that to come.

 

Anyway, must crack on as She is coming up to inspect my work tomorrow and i mustn’t be found wanting!  

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