I’m Back

Here in America, last Thursday was a time for sitting down with our family, not just the blood family but those we choose to let into our lives and treat as family. No matter their views on life, all are welcome at the table.

For me, this was the first holiday since my Master had died. I wasn’t sure how it would go and if I could do it without breaking down into a teary-eyed mound of goop.

I did it and lived to tell about it.

This was my brother’s first time having a holiday without our blood family around. After it was all done and the last dish put away, we curled up on the couch to watch a movie, and he commented on how my Master was right. You can choose family, and it will feel like a family.

Many of the people around our table were friends like us; their blood family was off in another State, yet together, we loved the connection, the bond, and the love we shared.

My new Master has me wearing bras and panties more often, and this was one of those times. It felt strange, but I was wearing a butt plug to help it feel normal!

Although it was at our house, and I was the slave of the house, and everyone there knew that was my usual position. I was not allowed any sexual uses (ok, one blow job for an old friend). I was as vanilla as I could be without ripping my eyes out.

Although everything was set up as self-service, I made the rounds of cleaning and refilling drink cups. The Wife and a friend of hers did the cooking. I happily jumped in and did the cleanup.

I had asked everyone not to keep silent about the man who was missing from the table. I assured them I could handle it, and I miss him more than anyone knows. I wanted him to be remembered, to be part of this celebration.

They did as I asked and talked openly about him, sharing memories of past holidays and celebrations.

Is He Passing the Grade?

One funnier question was how my “new” Master was doing and if he had made the grade. Am I happy with how he controls me or has the brotherly love gotten in and made me a little more vanilla?

In all but the last question, he is doing better than I expected. There is no romance. If you were to see us out in public, we would look like really good friends, as we are. There is nothing romantic. I would never go Vanilla!

However, He is still in charge and is wonderfully demanding when he tells me what to do, when, and how He expects it to be done. Today, His beer bottle has never been empty. I don’t interrupt his talking; I am always near but never overbearing and kneel at his feet like a good slave does. At home, I wake him up, set his clothes out, make His bed, suck His cock, and all that a good slave does. But that is it. I obey Him as I did Master-Sir.

I guess they were expecting a different answer.

Next week, I will be very busy with the National Finals Rodeo (NFR) in Las Vegas. Both in my job and as His slave. He has already offered me to a couple of old friends who stay at their timeshare for NFR; I will be their daily maid and cumdump. There will be 4 of them, so I am expecting a messy condo and lots of blowjobs.

Then there are a couple of VIPs I have serviced for years at a different resort. They are in town for NFR, so they will also be using me. One of them likes to use me as a date. We go out for an expensive dinner with their friends, then to a private watch party in their suite or a friend’s suite.

Once in private, I will become the suite maid and sex toy. They prefer me more as their fluffy domestic bitch, more than their always wet and wanting sex toy. But either way, they will keep me in a collar and naked.

Thank You

I’m hoping that for those who celebrate Thanksgiving, yours was spent with the loving family you wanted to spend it with.

If it weren’t for the readers here who have become more friends than just readers, I want to thank you for all you have given me this holiday. I’m sure if it had not been the urging to keep this journal going, I woudl have climbed into a hole and turned vanilla. Ok, maybe not really vanilla! I know that I owe each of you readers a wonderful hug and a generous “Thank You.”

(Don’t worry; I have stories to update you all on. The sex, the talk of me being used as a sex slave and domestic wench, especially because of NFR, is coming back soon. )