Ok, I’m getting a few requests about my brother.  Since my owner took down my website and we cleaned out all my writings on FetLife (long story), I guess I need to explain it.

Also, this is my life, and I know it’s not for everyone. I started down this rabbit hole to see how far I was willing to go as a submissive, then a slave, and I married a man who was just as anxious to see where it could go.  It’s not for everybody and it is consensual. 

Where We Started

My Owner and I were living in Phoenix, Arizona.  Rule number 2, rule number one is that I obey. Rule number 2 is that I am to be naked when in the house or other private locations, except for when family and children may be present.

After months of being kept naked in the house, I got used to it. Friends would come over, I would serve them, they got to play with my holes and my boobs. It was my life and I was living it full speed.

Than I would get the notice that my family was coming to Las Vegas for a vacation and to visit. That meant when they were here, at the house, I was dressed as if I was a normal person.

I love my family, but I knew what would happen if they knew how I now live. The only piece of sanity I had was that my older brother and my Master became fast friends, so he would stay with us when he was here for conventions.

Being family, I stayed dressed in the remaining part of the house and the pool. when he was at the house. What I liked was that I could at least play slave to him by fixing breakfast, making up his room, and doing his laundry.

One night, He was out by the pool in the backyard, on the phone, dealing with some shit back home in Chicago.

From our bedroom, I could see him talking and pacing around, not paying attention to anything else. I could not tell you why because I had forgotten it after all these years, but I was about to be punished.

I was now naked and lying across the bed.  since my brother was outside, Master left the bedroom door open.

Master sir started to slap my ass with the leather strap, telling me to count the swats and thank Him for each one.  Then, he would ask me why He was doing this, and I had to explain that I had failed Him.

Just for information, I am never quiet. When I am being used for sex, I can be loud and animated. When being punished, if I am not gaged, I think the people on the other side of the world can here me!

My Brother caught the punishment and my loud words, begging for forgiveness.  We were about halfway done when He came pushing into the bedroom, ready to rip my Owner’s head off for “abusing” his sister.

I had to jump up and stop Him. To calm Him down.  He was telling me to get dressed, that we were leaving this wife abuser.

When He stopped breathing heavily and started to calm down, I sat Him on the bed while I knelt at His side.  Telling him I wasn’t being abused.  I had done something wrong, and he was punishing me for it.  That He was my master, I was His slave.

After a couple of seconds of quiet, he gave me a strange look. He smiled while trying to figure it out, looking at my Owner and then back at me. He started to laugh a little.

We had moved to the living room; I got my men cold beers and sat at His feet to tell Him my entire story. I’m still naked.

After it was all done, He had a tent in His shorts, a smile on His face. He also told me that it all made sense now.

Growing up, he never really noticed my submission, but it was there. He was heading to college on a sports scholarship, so Mom and Dad would use that as an incentive for him to keep up his grades and chores.

On the days he had an important practice or game, he was focused on that and forgot to make his bed, pick up his room, etc. I would always come after him and do that as I was the last one out the door for school. After school, he would come running back home, hoping Mom or Dad didn’t see that he forgot his chores, only to find them done for him.

At family events, I was always dotting on the older men of our family, the men I respected and adored. Makign sure they had a fresh drink, their smokes, a snack, whatever, I was there for them. it was all natural to me.

Nothing sexual, but I was very obedient to them in my growing years. 

He could now see that I was truly happy.  As happy as He had ever seen me.  So, after we talked, He was ok with how we lived but was not ready to see his little sister totally naked.

He wanted me to live my life as if he wasn’t there, just with a little covering. He admitted that he always enjoyed spying on me and seeing my big saggy boobs, so I was allowed to go topless when he visited, and He also watched as I was punished a couple of times.

He would come to Las Vegas for family events and conventions.  After a while, he talked to my Master, and they agreed, it was time to just let me be me and my master be my master. I was now allowed to be naked when he was staying with us.

I was already kneeling between them at the table and being hand-fed by them. He saw when my owner loaned me to other men or I gave the delivery guy a blow job as part of his tip. So it was just the last natural step in the relationship

On each visit, he kept asking more questions about being a master/slave. We took him to a couple of events, and he met some submissive women and got to play with them.   

I started to feel sorry for Him. At one point, He was having relationship issues, and He was constantly growing a tent when He was around the house, and I was naked.  So, With Master’s permission, I offered to give Him a blowjob.  After a bit of discussion, He accepted. (smiles)

He now has free access to me whenever he is here, or we are back home. When back home, we usually stay at his house.

After a while, He met a wonderful submissive lady who he later married, and she became my dearest friend. Unfortunately, she passed away last year from cancer.

I served Him

I’m sure by now you know how it was when I was back with my family and my owner was not around. I was my brother’s full-time slave.   

I cleaned his house; I was his chauffeur.  BTW, when in his car, as in any car with my owner, my top is down, and I sit bare ass on the towel on the seat. I can not move, change rooms, or use the bathroom without His permission, just like at home.

When we were at our parent’s house, dealing with the issue that was pissing everyone off, I sat on the floor at His feet.  My father and he were the first two people I would serve meals to or get their drinks.

At night, I sleep in His bed.   If he wanted to use one of my holes, he would have free access to them. 

For my brother, it’s a fresh cup of coffee and a bagel to start the day. Then I get his morning toiletries out, run his shower to the right temperature, get a Fresh towel, clean razor, etc.… When he is in the shower, I fix the bed, lay out some clothes, then go to the kitchen and start my day.

Occasionally, he wakes up with morning wood. So, I will give Him a blowjob as He tells me why He woke up with an erection. Usually, he described it as an erotic dream of some lady he knew or worked with.

Using me for His cumdump as He fantasizes about a real woman is pure verbal humiliation, and I love it.

In private or at a club, he likes to have me wear a collar with a leash. When he drops the leash, I stop dead until he or someone else picks it up and follows them.

The one thing that stays the same is that even 1800 miles away, I still text my Owner about what I am doing, who I am serving, and where I am at all times.

This is my life

Some people don’t like it when I talk about serving my Brother or my Owner’s morning routine, so I try not to mention it too often.

However, I am a very open slave and want you to know the real story behind how I live. The good and the bad. As well as how I became this obedient slave.

Thank You for reading. Thank you for the questions!

Bitch Slave