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Kind of a catch up, then onto what I wanted to talk about.

Master-Sir was getting better and even tried to have sex with Miss Amy. But he failed. Master-Sir had a slight relapse. Lost His speech again and His movement in His left arm.

Then, a week later, he started to get better. Last week, he made it up the stairs, and we spent our first night in the Master Bedroom in months.

As much as I hate doing it, I was honored to finally be able to take Master’s stream in the morning. There seems to be an emotional bond when I serve Him like that. I hate the taste, but I love the feeling of loving Him as I swallow it as He pats my head, telling me I was a good slave.

Master-Sir’s older Brother, Kevin, returned at the end of May. He brought his eighteen-year-old son, Kenny, with him, which changed a few things around here.

Master-Sir told me that even with Jr here, I would still be the house slave and wear a skirt. My big saggy tits would still be open and available to play with, but my pussy and ass were undercover, always accessible, but not on view.

The introduction was as it usually is. They hear the word “slave,” and they are all smiles, anxiously awaiting to meet this skinny, young thing with long blonde hair and big tits. Then they see me: fluffy, saggy tits and lots of cushion on the body.

He took it smiling, but I could read His facial expressions. His dream was dashed. I knew what was in his head. And at first, He tried not to be around me too much or touch me, even when Daddy encouraged him to play with my tits.

The first night at dinner. I cooked the meal, served the men, and then knelt on the floor, waiting to be fed by hand by my Owner. Kenny was startled when He saw that.

That first night, they were all out by the pool. I was in the house getting fresh drinks when he came into the kitchen, wanting to ask me questions. Master-Sir told him I would answer anything.

The first question was like this: “You will let me fuck you whenever I want? Really?” Of course, I had to remind Him that I don’t “let” anyone “do anything. It’s all by permission of my Master, and Yes, He said I was to allow Him full use of all my holes. And yes, I will obey Him as the men explained to him.

I saw the tent go up in His shorts. He smiled. “You just do as He tells you?”
It’s not as simple as it sounds, but yes. He commands I obey. And I enjoy living like that.

He touched my hard nipples as if they were glass. I told Him He could pull on them if He wanted. I enjoy feeling the pain. He did and I of course moaned, he smiled, and his cock got a little stiffer.

At that point, Daddy came in and heard a little of the conversation. He let Junior know it was the same for him when He understood who and what I was.

He had me stand in an Inspection pose. Stand straight, hands behind my head and legs apart. Eyes forward.

Master Kevin smiled. “Let me show you.” And I felt His fingers on my pussy. “She is shaved, always shaved. And if you feel she is wet. Always wet.”

I saw the son look down, and His fingers went where His fathers just were. He was also blushing. I guess having sex talk with Daddy is a little humiliating.

I moaned and smiled as two of His fingers went into my pussy. “Thank You, Sir”
He stopped. She was asking what I just said. I told Him it was a slave’s way of showing respect to a Master using her like that. I was thinking Him for pleasuring me. Hoping He was pleased that I was wet for Him.

I was ordered to bend over and spread my ass cheeks. “She has a sloppy pussy, but its still fun to play with. Anal is with a condom, and if you do use her ass, you can use lube or use her pussy first. The same thing! ”

I need to address Him as Master Kenny. Master Kenny took His hands away from me. “Anal?”, I smiled. Yes Sir. All three holes are there for you to use if you want.”

He softly admitted, “I never did anal.” I thought he probably never really wanted to tell Daddy about His sex life. But now He knew I was there for Him to use. Daddy smiled.

” She is there, and I am sure she will help you so you don’t hurt yourself.” I thanked Him for that and mentioned that I do like pain, but I prefer to be lubed in that hole.
He slapped my ass, telling me I wasn’t told to talk. I apologized.

He finally told his son that I would answer his questions and that he shouldn’t worry about asking something stupid. He wanted him to learn from me.

“She also gives the best blowjobs. If nothing else, use her mouth. And she swallows without any issues. However, Your Uncle and I don’t allow her to cum. No orgasms for the slave. She’s here for our pleasures, not hers. Ok?” He nodded in agreement as Daddy grabbed the cold beers and walked out to the pool.

Once, Daddy was out of the room and out of earshot. “That’s not right.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Not letting you cum. That’s mean.” I smiled; it was more of a laugh.
I have not had an orgasm in several months. And as my faithful readers know, I may not like it, but I enjoy how much more submissive it makes me. He’s catching on.

I knelt and asked permission to care for that tent in his pants. He smiled, and his shorts were on the floor in a flash. He stood there with his hard cock flapping in the breeze, smiling at me like he had just won first prize or something.

I knelt as I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth. I always that that first taste of a new cock. Being young, His reaction was incredible. He was moaning from the first moment my tongue touched the head. It already had precum on it.

Daddy and Junior are almost equal in size, but Junior is a little thicker and more ungroomed. I commented that a girl, even a slave, likes a man well groomed. He apologized, telling me he would fix that as soon as possible. But he stopped talking as I took him all the way in my mouth. I thought He would pass out as I heard Him grab the counter for balance.

After bobbing my head up and down on His stick, hearing Him almost cry out to the world, I made a quick movement and started to suck on His balls. Again, He almost passed out .

Being young, inexperienced, and fertile, He came quickly. I made some noises to let Him know I was enjoying swallowing all He gave me. “Oh, Man, you do swallow. I never had a girl do that before.”

I held Him in my mouth until he was soft. I kissed the head of His now soft cock and then kissed His feet to thank Him for that treat.

He smiled as I looked up at Him and licked my lips. “You are serious, I can fk’in really. “
I had to finish his sentence. I let him know privately that if my owner does not need me, I am there for him to use me as he wants, even if it’s just to talk. “three holes, no waiting.”

Before we went to bed, He was already wanting to fuck. I love young men!!
I had to assure him that even if I am not allowed to cum, I still do enjoy being used for sex. I will still moan and groan like any other female, especially if you are a little rough with me and I get very wet and very needy. I may even beg to cum, but Master-Sir told Him always to say “No”.

“What happens if you do? Like if I make you?” Good question. Being young also means they all think they are the stud men of the world and will rock my world. I smiled and told him if he could make me cum (good luck), against my Owner’s wishes, I would be punished.

All I got from that was a “Holy Fuck, this I going to be a wild vacation.!”
And yes, He later told the men that he never had a blowjob like what I just gave him.

More to come/cum?

Life here is finally starting to look more normal.  Master-Sir is regaining His abilities more every day. 

My Brother and his brother have left for now. His older brother said he would return soon, but he has not told us when.

So, I thought now may be a good time to answer some interesting questions left by a friend on FetLife about my post “How to Operate this Slave.”

Are you doing your part?

My part would be obeying and serving. I would also guess that in this case, it was more “being of service.” I was there to serve His wants and needs, along with a gentle, submissive push to help Him understand I am really here for Him, to do for Him things He doesn’t need to worry about.

Have you learned what both brothers like for drinks, food, etc. What are their normal morning/daily/evening routines?

I love to be challenged and having multiple people to serve, keeps me on my slave toes.  To remember who drinks what. Who likes this or hates that.

My brother is a Midwesterner. He is simple. He likes me to kneel at the bedside, holding a fresh cup of coffee. When he wakes up, he takes the coffee and dismisses me. I leave to get his bathroom ready, then head down to fix breakfast.

The brother is similar. Wake him up, give Him coffee, and leave Him alone. However, towards the end, He did start asking me (Grrr.) to come back in and towel Him off after His shower, and that led to being used for a morning anal fuck.

The stroke has turned all the peoples involved lives upside down for now. How do you make them comfortable? How do you make them comfortable with you/your status on a daily basis?

I loved this question! For many people, His brothers especially, they see BDSM and Master/slave as only being about sex, whips, chains, and “abuse.”

And I do know that for most people in this lifestyle, that is it and is only in the bedroom and only on the weekends, etc…

This is where I really got to be of service to even the vanilla people in our lives. 

For His parents, they never had to leave their son’s side while in the hospital. I made the call for their Ubers, I brought them better chairs, fresh blankets. After the initial shock and I fell into slave mode, I could make the calls back home to update the family.

Back at the house, I made sure the beds were freshly made, the house was clean, and they had all the drinks, snacks, and foods I knew they liked in the house.  A good blowjob seems to be the best way for men to relax and I’m really good at that!

Everyone just fell into knowing that what they needed would be there for them. Not to worry.  I served them all in one way or another.  So, they could focus on their family member’s health.

You have already found out that Master Jerry wasn’t quite comfortable. Going from 0-100 in a short time must leave him with some questions.

One night after leaving the hospital, back home, where I was getting naked and getting back into my slave mode, kneeling at the brother’s feet.  He explained to me the problem He was having and it’s a normal one.

We were in the living room, and I was starting to get His pants off so I could get to His hard cock.

He was laughing as he was struggling. We had just left his brother, in the hospital, all the tubes and such and now I was about to give His brother a much-needed blowjob.

He was enjoying it yet confused by His emotions. This should not be happening. We are supposed to be thinking about Him and Him getting better. But I am there sucking a cock and He is smiling, relaxing. It was not sexual, it was therapeutic.  In His Words “this is not normal, but yet it is.”

The brother was relaxing, the blowjob was not sexual as it was helping him deal with the stress of knowing his brother is not well. 

To His brother, the blowjob was letting His life unwind. No need to think, no need to reciprocate, no need to wonder what is after He fills my mouth with His reward, and I swallow, then I go to get Him a drink before bed.

I did all this for him without Him having to say a word, and I also did it with my usual smile. To Him, this was like living in an alternate universe.

You don’t “use” a woman like this in His world. You don’t just lay back, let her suck your cock and then fetch you a drink.  That’s what He was fighting.

What He finally did is realize that this is freedom.  I am free because I am owned. He is free to use me as he wants without guilt.

I hope that made sense.

How is therapy working for Master?

Thank you for this question. He has a visiting nurse twice a week. At the end of the month, the office trips for therapy end. It’s all done here at home now. There is more walking, talking, and focus on the future. It reminds me of elementary school. Learning to say the words correctly, hand movements, and such. One day at a time. 

Master Sir has always been a positive-minded man. He sees the good and not the bad. To him, this is just a bump in the road. 

His main motivation was to get to the point where he could have a romantic night with Miss Amy and fuck her brains out ASAP!