This has been a wild and incredibly emotional six months, maybe longer. I lost count of the time when my life had a rhythm to it. It’s a nice, normal rhythm.

As you can tell, I have not been allowed to post much this past month. But Master Sir also watched over what I posted. He has never done that before. Not to this extent. However, he had good reason for His oversight.

Once some of what has been happening over the past six months has passed, He has allowed me to be open about the worst of it. Yet, the bad also had a little ray of sunshine, so it wasn’t all bad. Just emotional.

My Brother’s wife, my submissive sister in heart, struggled to live as much as she could with breast cancer. This past month, she moved on, over the rainbow, I guess they call it. Anyway, she is no longer suffering.

Over the last two months, I have been back and forth. Las Vegas to Chicago and back. Helping my brother and being at her side, holding her hand when I could—talking and letting her talk. I was there with Him at the very end.

Last week was her funeral, and Master-Sir and I returned to my home in Chicago. The entire family was there. It is a lovely tribute to a wonderful woman who did not find happiness until the end.

Like many of us, she never found her calling until she met the man of her dreams, my Brother. As she told me once, he discovered her submissive side and “woke me up out of a dull dream and made my life bright and cheery.” Once He introduced her to me, She found her calling in seeing how I lived – finding my brother; she said her desire to serve her man was awoken.

My Brother wanted to settle everything and then go away for a while. Decompress and get some grieving out of His system. Master-Sir offered our place if He wanted to stay here. I am hoping He takes the offer.

It was not all sad. There was a little bright spot to it. I was staying with my Brother, cleaning His house, cooking Him dinner, and all that. Of course, I was my usual submissive self, semi-nude or in an apron. My owner’s younger brother, James, stopped over unexpectedly at night.

He was supposed to come over during the afternoon. Instead, he showed up at 9 p.m. My Brother answered the door. They do know each other. However, my brother did not know that James did not know about my slave status. Until now!

When He saw His big brother’s “wife” in the flesh, he blushed as he stared at me. I was embarrassed—almost ashamed. I am not that pretty, and He has often talked about the babes my Owner used to date.

He smiled, and His eyes never left me. Knowing how He feels about me (not good), I was shocked to notice He spoke kindly. His eyes never left my body. As expected, His main focus was on my big boobs. That and He smiled the entire time. It was like He had never seen a naked woman before.

He came over to give me some paperwork my brother needed for something they were working on for the family. Whatever it was, I don’t know. I know that when we meet again, I will be introduced as His slave.

Nothing happened sexually. He just never stopped looking at m,y Boobs as we talked. I never covered up. I went home the next morning.

Returning to normal chaos

With all that behind us, we can move forward again and return to everyday life. Almost back to normal, but not all the way. That stupid F1 race is still causing chaos in the Las Vegas tourist corridor!

Grrr…..

Thank you for being here for me.

Thank you for reading my ramble.

Love always

Bitch Slave