Please Note: This was originally posted on my Substack journal

The one thing that I left out of my last post about the New Year, yet was probably understood, was that Master Chad spent the night at my house, in the guest bedroom with me.

My brother spent the night and most of New Year’s Day with Darla. This gave me some much-needed time alone with Master Chad. To reconnect with him, and it gave me time to talk to someone I can trust who has spent enough time around me to understand where I am coming from.

My Owner made it clear on that first date that he did not want a full-time slave; it was not in his plan. However, he was open to seeing what would (or could) happen if the right female came along. He was curious ot see where it could go.

In reality, he expected us to fizz out in the first month. I think that’s why in the first month, I was only allowed to give him blowjobs every day. To see if either of us would give up.

We did not; it drove me deeper into my submission, and it drove him more into being the Master who could handle the trip down the rabbit hole. What could he do to me and not do with me?

My Owner was also very anal about how he wanted things, in order, in how he cared for what he owned. He had ways of having things done. He liked that I followed that. He never had to question where anything was or why it was that.

I joked with him often that he didn’t need to know where anything was; that’s what his slave was there for: to get him whatever he needed.

He showed me how humiliation, something I grew up hating, can be turned into something highly erotic. He showed me that people will push the envelope too far, and that when they do, he is there to protect His property. Protect me. Stand up for me.

He also showed me that when I did wrong, even though I would mentally punish myself worse than he could physically, the punishment was always swift and immediate, so that I understood what I had done to upset him and that we could just move on. It was taken care of. It was in the past.

Slave Sitting

When we moved to Las Vegas, Master’s job would take him out of town for a night or two, and later he started dating the Pretty Brunette who lived in San Diego.

On most of those nights, He would have someone stay here with me. Or at least come over to check on me, and use me. What man is going to turn down a free meal served by a naked slave who is also there to be used as a cumdump?

Occasionally, I would get some snide comment about me not being able to be left alone. I’m not a moron or mind-numbed robot. But I have become accustomed to having Him there, holding my leash, telling me what he wants to do with me. Guiding me in His life.

Knowing that I am not alone has always been a wonderful feeling. On those occasions when Master would be with his Girlfriend, I knew what they were doing: fucking. After a while, she started to trust me, so she would update me on what they did and how she missed having me there to lick her clean.

Yes, tease, denial, verbal humiliation. I loved it. She became an expert at it!

Some of those times, Master Chad came over for the night. And of course, He would use me, rough as he likes. Master also allowed him to take me to his house when he needed it cleaned. He also took me to a show or a concert.

My Owner treated me like property, and I enjoy that feeling of being owned and well cared for. I don’t get that feeling as much anymore. I miss it more than I knew I would.

I don’t want to blame my brother. He agreed to step in and hold my leash at a difficult time. I never asked Him to make it permanent or to be 100% Master to me.

I know that with His first wife/slave, she was very obedient and very well loved. He was very consistent in how he trained her, used her, and punished her. But as the medical issues started to get worse, she had to back off, and she became more of His submissive. A plaything.

So we both figured being here could help us both. He enjoyed being her Dom. He loved having her serve Him 24/7, and he misses THAT service very much. I want and need someone to serve 24/7.

My brother tries. But, there are a lot of things that get complicated when you are a family, trying to be a Master or a slave. As well, his style of obedience and my style of being obedient differ. You have our ages; we are not spring chickens anymore.

In my mind, because of my age, I thought just maybe, having a part-time master would be ok. Someone to wean me off being so dependent, so needy. I wanted to live on my own and make my own decisions. I now know that I can. But I don’t want to.

Master Greg had potential. He was firm; God, could he be firm and rough when he wanted to be. (smiles) As well as being demanding. But that discipline and consistency were not in Him. So when he pushed his luck too far, too fast, I panicked.

Men are such easy creatures sometimes. Master Chad made sure that I was wearing a butt plug. Then I unloaded on Master Chad, and he listened very intently. He also added his viewpoints and questions. During our talk, I made Him a nice dinner I know he likes. I knelt at His side as He hand-fed. Then we moved the conversation to the living room, where I gave Him a blowjob. Apparently, talking about my slave problems made him hard.

We watched a movie with me at His feet (Nobody 2). Serving Him his drinks and making the popcorn. He allowed me to drink a soda (Dr. Pepper).

Afterward, we talked about the movie, took a call from my Brother, catching up.

Then he tied me to the pole in the garage and flogged my back, played roughly with my breasts, and tortured my nipples. Why? Because he wanted to. That got him excited, so keeping me tied, he fucked my ass and let me stand there to let his cum drip out of my hole. Why? Because he wanted to.

That night, I slept with my butt plug in. He snuggled next to me, and in the middle of the night, He woke me up for another blow job. He didn’t last. The mind said yes; the body said, “Not tonight, buckaroo.”

It was actually a wonderful way to enter the new year! With a cathartic release.

Ok, this may have been too much information and too boring. But I needed to get it off my chest.

Thank You For Reading

Love Always,
Bitch Slave