Visiting Master and His Family (Podcast)
Chores, chauffeuring, a new food rule, a massage that turns into sex, and a note on huffing
House Slave Fag spends his first week back at his Master’s place in full service. He drives his Master to the bars, scrubs the bathtub to his standards, and adjusts to a new rule: he can’t eat in front of his Master while his Master is dieting, unless his Master is eating too. He reflects on how much service an introvert with his own work and needs can really give. He recounts a long massage that ends in sex after a two-month dry spell. He also shares about his experience going to another dinner with his Master’s extended family.
I’m committed to service, but it only works long term because it fits my real life.
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Topics in this episode:
- Traveling Sick, and a New Diet Rule (01:43)
- Chores, Chauffeuring, and My Own Needs (07:29)
- A Massage That Leads to Sex (14:09)
- Collared at a Family Dinner (19:46)
- Alone in His House, and a Note on Huffing (21:49)
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Transcript
Hi there,
Welcome to another episode of "A Fag's Journey into Submission." I am your host, House Slave Fag.
A quick heads up, as you might notice something different in this episode. I regret that it's been so long since I last reached out to you, but I got a pleasant surprise when making this episode, and you might have noticed it too by now. Tell me if it's just me, because I didn't see any announcement from ElevenLabs which creates my AI voice, but it seems like my voice is much more animated. I think I like it though sometimes it can be a little amusing. So I suggest thinking about it as just me being eager and jovial, letting my eager and horny character come out.
As for today's show, I’m at my Master’s place right now, looking after his house while he’s off on another cruise.
This episode covers my first week back in service — taking care of all the chores, driving him around, and grudgingly following a new rule about when I can eat. I'm also treating you to a sex scene that followed a long massage I gave him. To me, the kinkiest scene this week was going to a dinner with his whole family — while maintaining my role and protocols as his slave. I previously found doing something like that hard to imagine, but my Master is not like anyone else and he stretches my limits. Still, I always try to keep it real, especially because I like serving as his slave, so I'm mindful of what I can and can't do to sustain it. And I end with a cautionary note about huffing.
Enjoy.
Traveling Sick, and a New Diet Rule
It's been such a busy week. I had a lot going on besides preparing for my trip to meet my Master. That included one truly hectic day that began at 5 a.m. and ended around 2 a.m. When I got home I was exhausted but I wasn't able to immediately fall asleep because I was so pumped with adrenaline. The next day I developed a cold.
Getting sick really worried me because I had to survive three flights on my way to my Master, and I knew I couldn't be sick around him. Somehow I always have the bad luck of getting sick around the time I'm with him, and if you can recall from my earlier episodes, he's very sensitive about it. I made up my mind that if I don't recover by the time I arrive at his place, I'd go to a hotel, even if he'd say it would be fine. That's what happened on one of my previous visits, and I had to wear a mask the whole time that I was at his home, so as not to spread germs, even when he was out of the house. I understand his sensitivity and trying to take care of himself and people around him, especially as some of them are older, and therefore more vulnerable. But it was a pain and I felt like that made my recovery slower. I don't want to go through that again, even if I need to pay more for a hotel and deal with the hassle.
Of course, my other concern was that my sinuses would explode from congestion during descent. I took precautions, including Sudafed medication, nasal rinse, nasal spray, tea, and — perhaps most critical — special ear plugs for flights, that normally help, but my situation was bad and it hurt. But I may have been using the wrong size. After my first two flights I had an overnight layover. Thank god I felt better in the morning and the third flight went without incident. But just to be safe, I wore my mask. If the previous day I was mainly worried about getting anyone else sick, I was now worried about getting reinfected ahead of my arrival at my Master's place. A few passengers around me were coughing badly, so I think it was a crucial precaution, even if I had to wear the mask for over 10 hours.
I took an Uber from the airport and arrived at my Master's place. I picked up my keys from a lock box, put my suitcases in the garage, and grabbed toiletries from them and all the clothes I needed — conveniently organized in packing cubes — a must for a nomad living out of his suitcase.
A pile of dishes was waiting for me in the sink, but my Master wasn't around. It sometimes seems like he collects the dishes in the sink all week just for me. I put my stuff in the usual spots saved for me — a shelf in the cupboard, a shelf in the bathroom, a corner in the living room, and the sofa, which would be my bed and working station for the next couple of weeks.
My Master finally emerged from his bedroom. Like me, he had lost some weight, though he did it faster and by more drastic measures: intermittent fasting and very limited calorie intake. Don't try this at home. Honestly, I dreaded this change in him for a few reasons. First, for his health, which I care about. Having put quite a bit of research into my own diet, I know he shouldn't go under 1,800 calories a day, yet he did. Second, I like him bigger, just as I like myself bigger, and I can't wait to stop my own cutting phase. His weight normally fluctuates more than mine, so I can understand wanting to cut back a little, but I hope he doesn't get too slim. That's just not what I'm into. Third, and quite a key reason I dreaded this change, was that he required me not to eat in front of him unless he was eating too. I could eat when he was out of the house, but I found this still very restrictive. I resented that it made it harder for me to meet my own nutrition goals, but especially, I did not appreciate having to go hungry sometimes. I had my own diet, and that was enough to worry about. I did not want to have to deal with his diet too.
I know that can come across as whining. I am a slave after all. So what's a little more hardship, for my Master's pleasure? But I don't like surprises and it's just hard and undesirable to have to handle an additional not so small requirement now. Unfortunately the dates of this and my next visit here are already set, but I really think I would have chosen to postpone my visit had I known that these were the terms until he reached his new weight goal. There. I got it out of my system.
On a nicer note, the next day we went to dinner. That's a part of our tradition of going out together to eat at the beginning and end of my visits. Those are the only times that I'm allowed to look him in the eyes. He took me to a nicer restaurant than he usually does and it was really good. It was a hassle to get there though, as there was a street fair for Halloween. I dropped him off at the restaurant while I went to find parking. It took me forever and I parked 10 minutes away. If it were up to me, I would've opted to Uber on that evening, but my Master didn't consult with me.
I texted him when I parked and suggested he send me the menu, so I could order. While I was reading through it and walking through the thick crowds, he wrote me that he had ordered for me, since he didn't hear back from me in five minutes. I almost lashed out, but I knew I had to watch myself. Still I couldn't hold back the surprise — I was right there, available for him to text or call and ask anything. I had been just about to text him my choice. On the bright side, he managed to pick exactly what I was going to request for appetizer and main course. He smugly noted that he knew me well enough by now. Seven years together, after all.
Chores, Chauffeuring, and My Own Needs
Over the coming days he kept me busy with various chores in addition to driving him around. As I'm visiting for a couple of weeks he can pace the chores, but sometimes it can still be a lot if I don't have much time left for my own work, and that stresses me out. Sometimes I feel like I need to plan my visits like a vacation rather than my regular travel to any destination where I work from as a digital nomad.
Taking care of all of the laundry — his and mine — took several hours, between three loads, folding, and remaking his bed and my couch, with several pillowcases, bed sheets, and blankets. Cleaning the bathroom would start the next day. Start and not finish, because scrubbing the bath tub is its own lengthy chore. I remember agonizing over research and experimentation until I found the right product and method to take lime or whatever residue that was that stuck to the tub and tiles. After settling on a product that removes lime and calcium, together with an electric brush I bought to get more serious scrubbing without exhausting myself, results still left my Master questioning, so I’m making my way to the store now to try another product that would remove soap scum.
I’m walking there, about half an hour away, to keep on track with steps goals. I’m happy to get out of the house, as my Master just got in and he’s putting his steps in now himself, walking on his treadmill.
A first test with the new cleaning product showed some effect. I’ll need to do another cleaning session. Before this I had another session just for the toilet, sink area, and mirrors. There’s just a lot to do. And next week I’ll do it all over again.
I’ll also have to wash all the curtains and iron them. Getting them out of the dryer before they’re super dry has helped but not enough. There would still be wrinkles and that just won’t do. My Master has higher standards. Especially when he has a slave to do the work of meeting them.
If those chores weren’t enough, I had a very laborious session to wipe a gallon of washer detergent off the garage floor. That scene was decidedly unique to slavery in America. The huge container fell off the dryer because the machine was shaking violently. But in Europe it wouldn't have happened, because machines are fixed in place, not free standing, the containers are not super-sized, and the machines are put inside the house, often in the kitchen, where the floor tiles are smooth, and not in the garage, where the concrete floor is porous and hard to clean.
If you've seen the show Ghosts on Paramount Plus you might recall that episode in which one of the ghosts from the Gilded Age realized that sitting on the washing machine can be pleasurable. Of course that's a scene from the US version of the show, not the British one.
Even though I visit to serve at my Master's pleasure and be under him, somehow I’m always wanting for more autonomy and more time for myself. Well, that largely comes from being an introvert, so I need “me“ time to recharge. It's a constant conflict between wanting to be in service, particularly his service, but also having my own needs and priorities. I certainly don't believe in any absolutist ideas about total service. I am committed to service, but this works as a long-term commitment because it's reasonable and fits into my real life priorities and needs.
Being with my Master for more than ten days is a lot for me. This time I’m visiting for almost three weeks, but he’ll be away on another gay cruise during the second week. Those cruises can be expensive, so I’m quite selective with the cruises I choose. I already know this one is with a cruise line I don’t like, and I’ve also had enough with its ports, so I'm not going. I also decided I didn‘t need to go on the big February cruise that has over 5,000 passengers. The big cruise has more hot guys and sex is easier to find, but I find the vibe more rushed and less social than on other cruises. The sex is also wasted on me since my Master cockblocks me hard.
Back to the chores. I asked to verify if today was the day to take the trash out. It was. He told me to take it out later. I prefer to do it earlier, when there's more light and it's not as cold, but I couldn't bother him with too many questions. That's just to say that I don't always know the rationale for every command. As a very logical guy, that can be hard for me, but it's an important feature of serving as a slave. He's come to accept that I'm a fussy sub, but I can't overdo it.
One area in which he's helped reduce a lot of fuss for me is around picking him up from the bars. I am his chauffeur and he used to have me drop him off and then park and wait for him in the area until he was ready to go home. I didn't have trouble keeping myself busy with my phone and even taking my laptop with me for those waits, but I had two other issues. One was that I’d get tired. In some cases I'd use the wait to doze off in the car, but I had to choose a discreet spot because it's illegal to sleep in the car in many places. So I also used to carry cans of espresso drinks. Another issue was needing to use the restroom — especially if I've had coffee. So I'd have to find the establishments where it was fine to use a bathroom, like a large supermarket, or a cafe where I could make a small purchase to justify my use of the restrooms.
He removed a lot of stress for me when he started letting me drop him off, go back home, and come back to pick him up later. At home I'd usually go to bed, to be sure not to be tired when I'd be called to pick him up after midnight. The issue was just not to miss his call. It happened on a couple of occasions that his call didn't go through because of my phone's sleep setting and I learned to be very careful about that since then. Not that it should be a big deal for him to order an Uber, but you can be sure he was pissed about it.
This week I had two incidents reminding me of all that. On one of those evenings that I didn't get a chance to take a nap, he called me to drive to the bar, but then told me to park and wait. I closed my eyes and woke up ten minutes later. As he hadn't arrived, I closed my eyes again, and woke up forty minutes later. I was worried I'd need to use the restroom soon, so I was considering going into the bar to take a piss, but thankfully he arrived a few minutes later. I was actually grateful for the nap, as I really had been feeling tired, and I'd been worried I'd have to ask him to sit next to me to make sure I‘d stay alert while driving, which would have obviously made him nervous and grumpy. To clarify, he usually sits in the back seat, as you'd normally do in a taxi.
A Massage That Leads to Sex
On another day he told me that he was not going out and I should douche before I give him a massage at 9:30pm. He has me massage him a lot and sex often comes after massage. He used to require me to be naked, apart from a jockstrap, and I was grateful that he let me wear a shirt, as his room was often too cold for me, especially as he had a fan on that was sometimes directly on me. For a moment it was nice to feel the wind on my exposed ass hole, but then it got too cold, and I moved away from the fan, to massage him from a different direction.
He was careful to use edible massage oil, as I would later be required to rim him. Massaging his ass was the last step in the massage and leading to sex. That came after massaging him for over an hour, limb by limb, with methodical, repetitive strokes. He had me watch some videos online to educate myself, since I haven't taken any course. Between my natural touch and his direction, he says I do well. The main thing is to find the knots in his muscles and focus on them.
Massaging for so long can be hard and tedious. It's worse when I'm tired, which is often the case, as he always wants the massage just before bedtime. It helps to keep in mind that this is an act of service. I can also feel appreciation for getting to touch his muscles and feel his body all over.
Finally, I was ordered to take his underwear off and massage his ass as he lay flat on his stomach. I massaged his perfectly round, bubbly buttocks. It felt most natural to squeeze them like buns, but they deserved the same meticulous treatment of searching for knots under my thumbs. After giving them enough attention, he ordered me to rim him. He loves to get rimmed!
I positioned myself behind his ass, on my knees, and licked his clean asshole. At this stage I took my shirt off before repositioning myself to continue rimming him. I did my best to push my tongue into his hole as hard and fast as I could. I reached with my hands to hold both his nipples while I pushed my face into his hole. He said "good boi" and I was encouraged to keep going, to rim harder in order to please him. He moaned with pleasure and raised his ass from the bed.
"Suck my cock," he commanded.
I pulled his cock back to take it into my mouth. Just a couple of inches really, in that awkward position, sucking his cock from behind.
So he flipped over on his back, and presented his cock for me to suck. I took it into my mouth and sucked all the way down. It was getting harder by the second, and as I sucked with hunger, his cut cock got thicker and filled my throat. He then grabbed his cock and I took the cue to rim him again while he stroked himself. After rimming him for another minute, he put me back to sucking his cock, until he was rock hard. Then he told me to get off the bed and stand, while leaning forward on the bed.
He lubed up his cock and then my hole with a generous amount of lube, thankfully. I was a little anxious because it's been a couple of months since I got fucked, and I was feeling even tighter than my usual. But as is usual for him, he pushed in with no difficulty, and his cock filled my hole. It was a little hard at first, but not painful. He picked up a pace right away as he rammed me again and again.
Then he told me to lay flat on my stomach on the bed, and as I did, he pummeled my hole. I felt a little proud for taking it. Just like riding a bike. I moaned as he kept fucking me like that for a couple of minutes. Next he ordered me to turn over and he fucked me in missionary position, facing me. He fucked me hard and I closed my eyes in concentration, especially when he told me to squeeze my hole on his cock. That was not easy for me. It made me work much harder, as if just taking the cock wasn't exerting enough.
I opened my eyes, thinking about how he actually likes to see his subs' eyes — as long as the sub isn't looking into his eyes. But then again, sometimes he blindfolds his subs. I wasn't allowed to look into his eyes, even now, unless he'd say I could, so I focused on his torso. His bedroom was quite dark anyway, so I couldn't see much of his slim chest, just his nipples, and his heaving, as he kept pummeling into me.
He then ordered me off the bed, on my knees. He pushed his cock into my hole again, and told me to get lower — flat on the carpet. That's how he'd usually end sex. His fucking became more vigorous and I could actually feel his cock getting thicker inside my hole.
"You're so big, Sir!" I called out, as he kept thrusting and began groaning. I felt his cock was so thick inside me and I thought I might be feeling it pulsing. He kept thrusting, but slower, and his groaning began to subside, until he came to a halt. He kept his cock deep inside me for a moment longer, before pulling out.
"I'm going to use your shirt," he said and rubbed it against my hole. "Don't make a mess," he said, and I held my shirt against my hole to prevent cum from spilling on the carpet. He got up and went to shower first. I showered next and I was feeling quite content as I rinsed my cummy hole off. After a dry spell of more than a couple of months I finally got some dick and I took it well, to my Master's pleasure, and it felt good for me too.
Collared at a Family Dinner
On Friday we went to a big dinner with his entire extended family. It was the second time he invited me to a gathering with his family. I'm still amused by how kinky it is for him to bring me to meet his family, while keeping all the rules and roles. That is, that I have to wear his collar — the dog tag on a string necklace — and I'm not allowed to look him in the eyes, even around his family. It made me nervous that someone would notice, but maybe because there were so many people there, it didn't get that intimate and awkward. Still, it was awkward in my head, which I guess is what this is all about and a part of what this kinky bastard enjoys.
There were a lot of preparations before getting to the family dinner. First, he had to approve my outfit earlier this week. I ironed the clothes for both of us Friday morning. Then my beard and hair had to go through some grooming and styling to meet his standards.
When we were about to leave, he sent me to load into the car all the alcohol and the cases of water bottles and soda cans we bought earlier this week. It was a large family dinner, but he overdid it. I could see he got that from his family — all being very generous with food. At the end of the night, everyone would go home with leftovers in plastic boxes.
I had one glass of wine at the beginning of the evening, which was fine even for the designated driver, as this was a very long evening. I was anxious about driving back later at night, so I brought with me some coffee, which I drank before our departure. The way there took two hours in heavy traffic, but thankfully, it was only an hour on the way back. This time he sat next to me, and I supposed that was for safety, to watch that I don't fall asleep. But I took the opportunity to doze off for half an hour in the TV room. I wasn't the only one. So driving back was not an issue, apart from missing a turn because some roads were closed and navigation instructions from the app were confusing.
Alone in His House, and a Note on Huffing
We had a few hours to sleep and then I had to drive him to the airport. He was going on another cruise. I planned this trip to stay longer, watching over his house while he's away, because as I mentioned earlier, I'm sitting this one out. I'll use the time for my own work and meetings in the city, and then I'll stay here with him for a few more days so he can enjoy a little more of my service. When I dropped him off at the airport he said to take care of his home. I guess that's a reminder to continue all the house chores in his absence.
Today was a bit of an anti-climax, but I guess I'm allowed some rest. First because it's the weekend, and second, because I've been serving for a week now. So after dropping him off at the airport, I treated myself to pancakes at a favorite restaurant and then discovered a wonderful new patisserie. The rest of the day was quite lazy and I spent a bit too much of it jerking off, until I came, after obtaining his permission in advance. He chided me the other day for cumming so much, as if I were much younger, but I countered that I used to cum every day, and sometimes more than once. I've been cumming much less since he started playing with chastity and cum denial, but I was still horny a lot of the time.
I'll need to ask him for permission to cum at least a couple more times this week, especially as I'm not allowed to hook up with anyone in his city, only when I'm away from here. I might go to the bars, but I can't do more than flirt. Since flirtation is all I can get right now, I've been looking for some of it online today. What a waste of time, right?
The real risk is that I get so horny that I'd become more vulnerable to FinDoms. I have a new chapter in the story The FinDom I Chose that I'll share with you soon. And on Monday I got a little too excited in one of the Spaces hosted by Master Cashtwunk. I only sent him one $10 tribute, but I huffed a little too much. I already told you how bad this shit is for you, and I can now add one more reason to the list. The next day I was suffering from a runny nose, just a week after I had a cold. That is the worst thing to get around my Master, because he's so anxious about infectious diseases. It passed within 24 hours, but now I know that compromising my immune system is yet another risk from it.
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There you have it, ending on a cautionary tale. You can't say my podcast isn't educational!
Until next time, be well, be good, and have fun!