Yes, this little fluffy slave has returned to her normal life, serving the most wonderful Master a slave girl could ever wish for.

It’s been almost three weeks since I last signed on here to write. Promising myself that I would be faithful to a schedule. Master-Sir supported me in that effort, but He always left it up to me to decide what, when and how to write.

He supported me and encouraged me to not overwhelm myself while with my family and dealing with the issues I needed to deal with. Although I was 1800 miles away from my home with Him, He had me protected and safe from harm with my former Boss/Dom, His subbie wife, and my hotel concierge/bellman caring for my needs. I was sure to be in good hands (and cocks) and I was.

The time offline, with the occasional return to Fetlife for updates, i was enjoying the free time away from the Internet. as if dealing with family medical issues was actually enjoyment, I think you understand what I mean here.

Now, I am back in Las Vegas. My Owner is happy, I am happy and I can rest easy knowing that my Mother is being well cared for in her times of need in a special care facility back home. My family has agreed not to get greedy or put too much stress on my father a He deals with this as well.

Being free from the internet leash, I also had time to rediscover my love for Chicago, shopping with friends, and actually deepening my friendships with people from my past that I thought had abandoned our friendship.

Always knowing that returning to the hotel was a poor replacement, but one that served its purpose and it was indeed, returning to my slave quarters. Knowing I needed to focus on relaxing, preparing and serving the needs of my distant Master in several ways. The most important was maintaining my curfew as well as getting at least 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep each night.

My Guardians

My sanity through the tough days was helped by those my Owner approved of to act on His behalf. I called them my Guardians! Jackson, the hotel concierge actually worked a longer week than normal to be sure I was ok every morning. He was there to make sure I was awake and down for breakfast at the proper time. It was easy for Him to check on me because He was in my room for His morning blowjob that turned into something very special for me a few times. I will explain that later!

My former Boss/Dom and His sub wife had made sure that I ate properly. That was either by joining me for a meal or inviting me to their place for one. She also went with me on shopping trips, the much needed mental breaks and an occasional walk down memory lane, visiting places I used to work at or play at.

My Brother and His wife/sub shared many a nights with me alone at the hotel bar, my room or their place. It felt nice to be naked and kneeling beside another slave/sub i can relate to. We did that to help unwind from the day at the hospital or the care facility. Sharing memories with my brother was wonderful way to unwind.

Ok, now that I am reading what I am writing, i am discovering why I felt so wiped out at the end of the day. i was kept very busy! I guess when you are living on the emotions and the adrenalin of the moment, you don’t realize all that you are doing or all that you did. Now I do. It also now explains why I slept (with my Owner’s blessing) almost 12 hours my first night home!

Sunday will make it all real when I return to my job. For these few days, I am at home, getting everything back to normal at my owner’s home. Catching up on things only a slave can or should do for her Owner and His castle. Sunday, my outside world begins again.

Thank You all for the kind emails, texts and other communications. Your kind words really helped me get through this all and continues to help me push forward.

Love Always

Bitch Slave