Not only can I sit at my desk wearing nothing but my stockings and heels, my Master can require a blowjob or any other service anytime he desires, or he can send anybody into my office for me to serve. At times like those, my office chair or desk are just more places where I can be used. Actually, a recent incident demonstrated that the entire office is just more space in which I can serve:

A guest at my Master's home came into the office for my service. He deepthroated me for a while, then leaned me onto my desk to pound my cunt. He used those holes for about an hour before finally emptying his load. Naturally, when that was done, he needed my clean up services. In all he kept me busy for about 90 minutes. A co-worker, who gave up on working to watch, had gotten pretty horny watching the show. She soon had me on my knees taking care of her cunt with my tongue, fingers and eventually a dildo from the bottom drawer of my desk. While I had gotten the dildo, she laid out on her desk so I could do it right.

My Master has a few rules I must follow. One is what I am allowed to wear (stockings and heels). He does not require me to wear my collar all the time, but I wear it most of the time since I am proud of it. Another rule is that I must serve any guest in his home anytime and any way they request, unless Master has given me other instructions. I must also greet every guest.

When it comes to guests, I am a greeter, a waitress, the entertainment (anything from dancing, to putting on shows, to sucking cock and licking pussy, to fucking) and, of course the toy. In some cases, a sleeping companion and/or urinal as well. Primarily, I am the fuckmeat, the cumdumpster and the cleaning service.

Frequently my Master invites 3 or more friends to stop by for an evening of entertainment and fun. Giving blowjobs in the foyer is pretty common as these friends arrive. Once everybody is settled in the living room and I have served the beverage of their choice, it is usually time for me to entertain them for a while. Most of the time, I am told to put on a show for them. The show may involve a man, or another woman, but usually it is me and one or both of my Master's K9s. Master and his friends commonly want to watch the dogs spit-roast me. For that, I lay on the coffee table with my head hung over one end and my pussy at the other. Loki, the Boxer, almost always knots my cunt, while the smaller, Schnauzer mix (Rommel) throats me. Rommel has a big dick, but I am able to hold his knot with my lips and teeth so he dumps his load into my throat. Generally, once the dogs finish with me, the men need to be satisfied and pleased.

I do not always stay at home to be used and give men pleasure. Some of my Master's friends have friends of their own gathering in their homes. Either my Master may be going and takes me along, or his friend asks to borrow me for a night or a few days. Unless my Master has specific plans for me, he does not deny their request. Just since my collaring on 30 May, I have been loaned out maybe 10 times. When I am on loan, the person borrowing me becomes my Master. Most of the time, when I am borrowed, my activities are pretty much the same as when I am at home. However, not always.

Recently I was borrowed by Jim, who manages a large supermarket (grocery store). He wanted to show truckers his appreciation for them as Essential Workers and therefore out there, potentially exposing themselves to the Corona Virus. Jim took me to a truck stop, where any trucker that stopped had an opportunity to use my holes. Jim kept me there for nearly 10 hours. I am not sure how many truckers accepted Jim's gift of gratitude, but I know I was fucked and deepthroated almost constantly. By the time Jim loaded me into his SUV, I was coated in cum and my holes were a bit tender. My being used was not done. On the drive home, Jim pulled into a highway rest area where 4 more truckers were waiting for blowjobs.

If anybody comes across any of the photos snapped while I served those truckers on a website, please send me a link. As many phones got pulled out while I was at it, I know some of those photos must have made it onto the internet.

I am loving my life as a slave. It is just too bad it took me so long to get collared. Being a slave is definitely the best way for me to serve my purpose of providing men with pleasure.