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The Vultures Have Arrived

October 10, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

FYI: This is a long one. But I think it’s the last one like this. I needed to finish saying everything I needed to say.

I have been a slave for so long that I don’t think I could make a real decision without thinking, “What would Master Want?” And the answer to that question was always my decision.

Having Him make the decisions for me doesn’t make me weak; it just makes it his job. In keeping a slave, there are things that the Master does, and there are things the slave does. He commands, and I obey.

Years ago, Master had a girlfriend who was taking him down a road I always feared He would go down. I had never seen him go that deep in love with a woman, to the point that she almost started to run his life.

She was starting to make it clear that she saw their life together would be better without me. I panicked, I freaked out, and I had serious panic attacks.

Master and I had one of the deepest, most serious conversations we had ever had up to that point. We talked about what I would do without Him. It’s not that he was planning on leaving me or abandoning me. It was just I needed to know I was cared for.

There were several things that came out of that discussion. First: There is a trust fund in a bank with only my name on it. The money in there would cover my expenses for living for about a year. It used to be two until the damage caused by Hurricane Brandon cut that in half… But let’s not go down that road.

Two: When we met, I said I wanted a Master who would follow me down that rabbit hole of my submission and see where it leads us. We are now so far down that rabbit hole I am not sure I could ever back out of it and be “normal.” Meaning I would need a protector. Someone to at least watch over me. He would be in charge of my leash until I say otherwise. This would be a person we both already trust and has full use of me already. They would agree to be that person if the time ever came.

At the end of the discussion, the girlfriend was told He would love to spend the rest of His life with her as long as I came along and that was non-negotiable. She knew He was serious. She packed up and left that afternoon.

When all this medical stuff happened, we started to talk again to make sure we were both in agreement. We were. This is what Master wanted. I never not wanted to be owned. I am too down that rabbit hole to ever try to be vanilla or “normal.” I know what I need to be happy and to survive. I need to be Owned.

October 4

When I realized He had passed, I called the police, and then I called His Boss. (The Boss) This was the plan. He would temporarily assume the holder of my leash, and I would become, in essence, His property.

I am thankful for that. He took charge, helped me make the calls, fill out the paperwork, and stay focused and calm. The worst part was that, with all the people calling and docking over and going to fill out paperwork, I needed to do all this dressed. I had to pretend to be normal, to be more than a grieving widow; I needed to be the grieving WIFE. Not the grieving SLAVE.

Miss Amy, His girlfriend, was in town but not sleeping here. I swear, when I called her, she got here before I even hung up the phone. Knowing her love for Him, I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, but the first thing she did as she entered the house was to give me a big hug and let me cry on her shoulder. It’s what Master would want.

She stayed by my side for the next couple of days. Even after the family started to show up, she was never more than arm’s length away. She let me sleep with her that first night as I could not even go into the Master Bedroom without breaking down (I still can’t).

Even with them here for support, and with it all happening around me, I still needed to be that slave. I needed to be used, not pampered. I was begging to be allowed to strip naked, kneel at their feet, and wait to be told what to do. I needed to feel my submissiveness.

Finally, at the end of the day, we locked the house and started to unwind. That meant I was allowed to get naked. They allowed me to serve them their meals, serve drinks, and clean up after them. Except I was not allowed to sit on the floor. I had to sit at the table with them and be part of the conversation. I needed to talk!

Part of that was probably me wanting to get my mind off what happened and what will happen in the next couple of weeks. I needed to get into my slave space and forget the bad stuff.

The Boss allowed me to wear one of my collars, which made me happy. I still smelled him on it—his sweat and his touch. It felt like I was with him again. I was owned and loved.

The Boss left us when all was said and done, and nothing more could be accomplished for the day. Once he was gone, I started to collapse. With a bit of help from some medication, I could cry myself to sleep safely tucked closely to Miss Amy.

I wanted to offer her my services to help her relax and unwind. I wanted to be between her legs, licking her beautiful pussy. It’s what Master would want.

In a small way, I was hoping she commanded me to please her. Push my head down between her gorgeous legs and tell me to give her a couple of multiple orgasms before she would allow this slave to sleep.

I wanted to do that. I wanted to be made to serve her for no other reason than she could, and I would—to thank her for all her love and all she had shown my Owner.

The Vultures Arrive

The following morning, Master-Sir’s brothers arrived, unannounced. They entered the house as if they were now in charge of me. They thought that the permission my Master gave them to have free use of me when they were here last time did not expire. They thought wrong.

They demanded that I be the slave, naked and kneeling. I was to be at their service. They wanted me to make them something to eat and get their coffee while they looked over the Will.

Their hostile attitude toward me quickly ended when they realized I was not alone. The Boss came out from the office to set the record straight. After his commanding presence and request that they treat the widow properly, they settled down a little.

They kept saying this was a family matter, not involving Him. They needed their lawyer to examine the will. I guess they were hoping the “family” thing would work. It didn’t.

It was hard for me to feel like “family” after all the years of anger and hatred they had shown me when we were together at events. The Boss made it clear that everything was taken care of and that they did not need to involve their lawyer or settle any other “needs.”

He also made it clear that He is in charge of the Will and of me—end of story! Then he told them that they had overstayed their welcome and that if they showed better manners, we could all sit down tomorrow and talk about this like adults. He showed them the door and locked it behind them. I felt much better after that.

At least for now, the house was locked up, and the shades were pulled so that I could be the slave that I am. I was naked and collared. The only thing I was waiting for was my brother to arrive.

Right before lunch, I heard a car pull up and a door open and close. I raced to the front door, knelt on the floor, and waited for him to walk in. I was almost giddy when He did, and I quickly kissed His feet and welcomed Him in.

Once settled in, we gathered in the living room. My Brother had me sit at His feet. It was more my request than His command.

They talked about what was happening. The Boss wanted to make sure he knew what was happening and what needed to be done to plan the celebration of life and the Master’s family issues.

Another “WWMW” moment

The Boss was wonderful as always. He took over when I needed a strong hand on my leash. He made me feel safe and wanted. He handled the brothers as I knew he would.

In times like this, my Master would want me to repay his kindness with a blowjob. It would not even be a spoken command, just a look, and I would know what I was supposed to do.

He said “no” a couple of times. He didn’t think that for everything I was going through, I needed to do that. But each time he said “no,” I saw a rise in his slacks. Finally, He surrendered to my begging, sat back, and unbuckled His pants. I happily slid between His legs and removed them the rest of the way. I was smiling as I took His hard cock into my mouth.

I have given this man plenty of blowjobs, so I knew He liked it rough and that it would take a lot of work to get Him to finally cum.

As I started to bob my head up and down, slurping and licking as I went, I could feel Him get closer quickly. Maybe He wanted this as badly as I did.

I heard Him moan, and I loved that sound. Soon, He grabbed my head with one hand and grabbed my boob with the other. He shoved me down on His cock. I was starting to gag, but He kept me there as I felt Him quickly fill my mouth with His cum. I had a difficult time swallowing it all, but I never missed a drop!

I will admit that as He was holding my head down and I was starting to gag, I had the urge to feel my pussy a little and see if I could coax an orgasm out of me. But I knew that I better not.

It didn’t matter; I needed to feel His hand controlling me. That I knew I was there for his pleasure. To feel his cum fill my mouth was a nice way to relax and start to feel normal again.

To see that smile in His eyes and feel that cock go soft in my mouth. To know I served Him well. I did as he gave me a “good slave” as He got dressed and headed for the door.

Getting Settled

My Brother has held my leash since that day. I know some of you have an issue with that. Please understand that it is consensual; the three of us discussed it often, and we have always had a very close bond. It makes us happy, and I ask that you allow us that happiness.

I can say that my Owner taught him well. Okay, maybe I had a little help in that as well. He is firm, as I like it. He knows how to make me be my best. He is also kind when he needs to be. And he can beat my ass black and blue without ever breaking a sweat.

I must know that I am being used for His pleasures, not mine, no matter what. I need to be punished when I fail Him. I already know he can beat my ass black and blue without breaking a sweat.

If this is going to be a long-term thing, we have yet to decide that; I need to be trained to know what he wants and what he expects from His slave.

I am back to work part-time while “Master” gets settled in. He is now semi-retired, so He can work remotely. Miss Amy stops by almost daily to check on me. She and my Brother also talk often. He told her that when she has a bad day or a stressful meeting, she is always welcome to come here and use me for release.

Master’s family has been nothing but a pain in the ass and keeps threatening legal action! And they wonder why I won’t let them into the house!

The first Celebration of Life was beautiful. Many people showed up, many I haven’t seen in years. We will return to His hometown, Chicago, this weekend for another celebration of life.

I promise to get back on track by telling you about my journey. It will be nice to revisit those wonderful memories we created together and answer any questions you might have.

Thank you for your support and love.
I appreciate each and every one of you!

Crystal

Reflections So Far

September 22, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

I promise this will be my last sappy one for a while. After this, I will get back into my day-to-day life and musings.

I spent almost two weeks away from my Owner, dealing with a family issue that was resolved, at least for me, when my owner flew into town and listened to the issues and the stories being told. Then he decided they were all too toxic for His slave, and He took me out of there and brought me back home to where I belong.

He literally told the house full of almost every one of my relatives to “Fuck Off” and to call us when they pull their heads out of their asses and get a clue. He essentially burned a bridge that I now hope never gets repaired.

I saw the bad, and I saw the good. I also saw where I really belong and where I need to avoid. I am back to my real family—people who want, love, use, and understand me.

When I was in Chicago, at least I had a refuge at the end of the night. Once my brother took me home, I knew I could return to being the real me. When I was out and about, dealing with family, I spent all my time wearing clothes, a bra, and panties.

I had to try to converse with other people ( I am trained not to interrupt or talk when my Owner is in the conversation or other men I respect and obey are talking).

I felt strange as I forced myself to sit on the furniture and not try to kneel on the floor. I was required to sit at a table and eat like an average human, dressed. I know the issues of a modern-day slave in a vanilla world!

At my brother’s house, I was kept naked; I knelt on the floor, and I ate from His hand or a bowl on the floor in the kitchen as I usually would when I was at my Master’s home. I also slept on the floor beside His bed when He wanted to sleep alone or after using me.

If it wasn’t for my brother, who knows who I am, giving me that structure and that control that he did, I think I would have gone stark raving mad!

Now, I know some people have an issue with who gets to use me and how they use me. Yes, my brother uses me sexually when I am with Him. But much like my Owner, He is also there to hold me and let me cry on His shoulder. To keep me safe and to make sure I feel protected. We are adults, and it is always consensual.

While there, I relaxed by being naked, cleaning His house, and doing his laundry. He made up a shopping list (and I added to it), and I went shopping for Him. His car was washed and filled with fuel. I was His alarm clock as well as an appointment setter, personal assistant, his cook, and of course his cumdump.

Now, I am back home in Las Vegas. As I lay in my own bed with my bedroom door locked from the outside, I compared my life while I was with my blood family to my life here. I belong here, not there.

I had to congratulate myself. I finally realized that I had “crossed over.” I started out as a slave who wanted to go down that rabbit hole to see where it would take me. To where I am now, I have found my resting place as a piece of owned property. I now see myself as just that. An owned piece of well-cared-for and loved property. I am owned in every sense of the word.

I care only about his happiness. He decides how I should live, and I simply obey.

After this shit with my blood family, I feel more alive being back home, under His collar. I love being His, and I don’t want it any other way. If that makes any sense.

On my first night back, Master locked me in my bedroom and went to sleep with His girlfriend. I should have been furious. But I was very calm, and I never cried once.

At 5am, as I was waking up, I heard my door unlock, and it was my Master with morning wood. In his happy tone, “Good morning, my slave, on the bed, ass up, now.”

I did as He told me; I started to rub my clit to make sure I was wet, not knowing what hole he wanted.

He grabbed my hips and shoved His cock into my sloppy pussy. “Oh yeah….A sloppy pussy is always good for a quick pity fuck.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I don’t even know why I am fucking you. Miss Amy was a tiger last night. She wore me out. Be a good bitch and when you come into the bedroom, Serve the coffee, then lick her awake. Make sure she’s clean for the day.”

“Yes Master”

A couple of hard strokes later and He filled my pussy with His cum, my reward. .

There was no foreplay, and there was no need to worry about me getting close to having an orgasm. He woke me up, fucked me, filled me with His wonderful cum, then left the room with my new instructions.

When I entered the Master bedroom with two cups of coffee, I saw Miss Amy wrapped in his arms, and I smiled.

That’s what I wanted to see. He is happy being with a real woman he loves and enjoys being with.

Master took one cup of coffee and gave it to her as she pulled the sheets back and spread her legs, kissing my owner as she did. She smiled at me as I saw Him take his cup and enter the bathroom.

I crawled onto the bed and found my place between her legs.

As my tongue found her wet hole and I got my first taste of my Masters cum mixed with her juices, she grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. “Dam Bitch, I missed you.”

I was missed just as much as I missed being in my happy place. …

More to come.

…..

This is my life, and I love it.
Love,
Bitch slave

(please leave me your comments and thoughts or questions)

My Brother and my Leash

September 17, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

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

Lunch with a treat

April 26, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Today was the first 90-degree day. This means the pool season has officially started. As a slave, I am always naked, but for others, our pool is clothing-optional. My men were nude and enjoying the sunshine.

I made my men a light lunch of sandwiches and chips and served them on the patio. I knelt beside them, and they fed me their scraps.

Later, I cleaned the table and went to put everything away, then get my men fresh beers. I was in the kitchen, having just cleaned everything up. Reaching the refrigerator, I grabbed two bottles and popped the tops off.

With a bottle in each hand, I used my knee to shut the door. As the refrigerator door closed, I was slightly startled by His presence. I did not see Him there, nor did I hear Him come in, but He was smiling at me.

I looked down and saw His cock start to grow. Without a word, He grabbed my ponytail and pushed me to my knees. I went to put the bottles down, and He warned me. “Drop those bottles, and I will beat your ass.”.

I held the bottles up as I opened my mouth; Without waiting, he pushed His cock into my throat. He doesn’t gag me, but he fills my mouth very nicely.

Holding one beer in each hand, I was helpless as he held my head and started to fuck my mouth. He started fast and hard and never slowed down.

I was trying to keep Him in my mouth and hang on to the bottles. He would pull out a little bit, and I could feel the head of His cock on my lips before he pushed it back until I could feel His pubic hair on my nose. And do it again.

I was drooling and trying to breathe with each stroke. He reminded me of the rules for blowjobs. “Deep throating is mandatory; breathing is optional.”

“Hurry up, slave, I need to get back out to the pool.” He increased His speed. Soon, I heard Him take a deep breath and stop moving. His cock head was right on the tip of my tongue. I felt it start to pulse as I tasted His precum. Then He shot His load down my throat. My reward for a job will be well done.

I could feel Him take a deep breath as He held my head and finished filling my mouth as I tried to swallow it all.

He stayed almost motionless, and I worshipped His cock, making sure each drop of cum was licked off Him as He went soft.

He stepped back, letting His cock fall out of my mouth. He smiled at me. He wiped the last drops of his cum on my lips, then turned to go back outside; I heard Him say, “Dam, I’m going to miss that.”

My Brother leaves on Sunday, and I will miss Him too.

An Update

April 6, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Master Sir is recuperating nicely at home. His older brother Kenny had to return to Chicago for work, but he said He would return in a month.

His younger brother Jerry is staying for a few weeks. His company has allowed Him to work remotely. Master Jerry has now moved into the Master bedroom and allows me to sleep with Him. The parents also left town. His sister is still MIA.

Miss Amy is still staying at the house. She is trying to cover for my Owner in his job. When this happened, she was here to talk to the company owner about her relocating to Las Vegas, so it was good timing.

Master Jerry is still having issues with commanding me as His slave. He wants to help, and he wants to do things for me. Worst part of all? He asks to use me. Ugh!!

Just fuck me when and how you want to fuck me! Three holes, no waiting. It helps that He has a really nice cock that He knows how to use (sort of) and can reload pretty fast.

On the good side, He loves anal sex almost as much as I do!

The Best News Thus Far?

My brother called to tell me he will be flying in on Friday and plans to stay for at least a week! I get to see my brother, and I get to serve Him!

I love you all!

Thank you all for your continued prayers, warm thoughts, and well wishes!

Love

Bitch Slave

The Conversation. Part One

November 6, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

Several weeks ago, Master-Sir and I returned to Chicago for my sister-in-law’s funeral (my brother’s wife). We spent three nights with my brother and one night at His family’s house.

On the final night, we were having dinner with my Owner’s family, and His mother was kind enough to invite my brother for dinner as well.

After dinner, my brother and I moved with everyone else to the living room for the family to go down memory lane. I took my usual spot on the floor before my Owner, who was sitting in a recliner.

After some time, His older brother Kevin went outside for a smoke. He tapped my Master on the shoulder, wanting him to follow him out, and then he tapped me on the head and motioned for me to follow Him as well.

Curiosity got to us. We all went outside. He continued to walk off the back patio into the backyard, away from the house. Both Master-Sir and I weren’t sure what was going on. He usually smokes on the rear deck.

There, away from everyone else, He started to pace and acted a little nervous before going on a long tangent about us.

“I always knew there was something I was missing about you two. Something never made sense. And then it all fell into place tonight, and now I felt pretty stupid.”

He never gave us a chance to respond.

Looking at me, “I had you figured all wrong, sweetheart, and now I am sorry for how I have treated you all these years. Hell, the entire family had you pegged wrong, girl, and I apologize the best that I can and hope to somehow make it up to you.”

Master-Sir finally stopped His rant and demanded in a brotherly fashion to please explain what in the hell he was talking about.

“You two are kinky people. That’s the best I can explain it. Kinky. That isn’t good, but I never caught on to it until tonight. Then it all made sense when our mother invited your brother (looking at me) to dinner. Watching him, I saw that it went from 50/50 to 99%. I still could not really understand it, then this evening, in the living room, I saw what you did, and I went, “Dah?””

We were both still scratching our heads and, again, looking at me. “Please understand where I am coming from. When we met you, you were not anywhere near what we were used to seeing my brother with. He dates prom queens and gorgeous women. We, the family, thought you had some serious dirt on him for making him marry….. I’ll just say, and I apologize for it. A woman like you.”

He continued while still pacing. “We were seriously wondering where you have the love child or whatever stashed. But you don’t. No, I saw it tonight. It’s a kinky connection. And I apologize for how we, er… me, have treated you all this time.”

Master-sir was still not getting all this.

The rant continued. “Look, we all get a little curious about how, when you are here, I never see the bottom of my coffee cup. You always make sure my cup, his cup, and anyone else around us have their coffee refilled before they really need it. I don’t know how you do it, but I, um, we love it. You are a kick-ass waitress.. When sitting around drinking beer, it’s the same thing. I never see the bottom of my bottle because you always have a fresh, cold one waiting for me.”

My Owner’s response. “Your point?”

He looks at us. “OK, this morning, my brother is going to shower. You (me), while he is in the shower, you made the bed, cleaned the room, and laid out His clothes. When he returns, you head downstairs, stopping at the bathroom to ensure it’s all put back in place before heading down to help our Mom with breakfast. You even beat our sister down there. You help prep and you do the clean up. And you do it all with a fucking smile.”

He finally takes a breath.

“This evening, your brother comes over, and I start to piece it together, and he confirms it. You (me) help mom with dinner and You set the table. You make sure your brother, my brother, and our father, who is sitting at the head of the table, are all served food before anyone including you, you sit down to serve yourself. “

I still do not understand his rambling.

He continues. I wish I could add the Chicago accent! “I saw it before and never really thought anything of it. But with your brother here, you served Him as well. That’s what made me connect the dots.”

He’s still pacing and choking on his cigarette.

“Then we move to the living room. You (me) just casually sit at my brother’s feet as you always do. You do it so naturally, as if it’s normal, that you do it without even thinking. I’m guessing it is. But that is not normal for me or any other married male. If there are no other seats, my wife, sorry, now ex-wife, may opt to sit on the floor, wherever there is room. But you never change. You sit at the feet of your husband or if He’s not there, your brother. Even if a chair is available, you will sit on the floor. “

Ok, you caught me! I like to sit at His feet.

“Then, after some time of everyone talking, I look over, and you (me) put two fingers on His arm and then look up at Him. He nods, and you get up to go to the bathroom. That was your way to ask permission to use the bathroom silently. Right? You return, and you lean in to whisper something to my brother. I’m figuring you are thanking him for allowing you to use the bathroom. That’s just awesomely kinky!” and He smiles at us.

Now, it is starting to make a little sense.

“I’m just an old, formerly married man who lives in the vanilla world. We had sex on a regular basis, almost like it was on the calendar or something. And always with the lights off. On a good night, I may get a blowjob from her, but only if she wanted to or it was a special event, birthday, or something. My brother? He lives in the 50 shades of kink. I think you’re both more than 50 shades thing type of a master-slave marriage. Isn’t it?”

He was proud of that fact. He figured it all out!

Master-Sir smiled, looked at me, and then at his brother. “My dear, wonderful brother of mine, may I introduce you to my obedient slave?” He then pointed me to face his brother directly.

“Now, slave, show my brother how obedient you are.”

I smile at Him as I unbutton my blouse, open it, and unhook my bra. My big saggy boobs fell out, and I smiled at Him while holding my blouse open.

I think his eyes popped out of their sockets. “Holy fuck, they are big. I mean, sorry, they are, um, beautiful. I just have never seen them that big in real life before. Dam, girl!”

I looked at him in his beautiful steel gray eyes: “Thank You, Sir. And may I add that your brother still dates some of the most beautiful women I have ever been allowed to meet.”

Master-Sir tapped me, and I buttoned back up. Master-Sir was smiling, if not laughing, at His brother’s reaction.

My Master continues, “Now, you want more proof. Stick your hand up her skirt. You’ll find she is probably pretty wet. Go for it.”

He looked at his brother and than me and nervously did as requested. I felt his cold, shaking fingers slowly find my warm, wet spot. “No panties?” He asks as He looks at His brother.

“No, Sir, I am not allowed to wear them, Sir,” I called Him Sir for the first time.

He was still looking down at his arm as His hand was in my skirt, and three fingers were slowly finding their way up my wet pussy.

He pulled them out as soon as they got wet as if I had done something to them. I grabbed His hand and put the wet fingers into my mouth to lick them off while smiling into his eyes. I guess I still know how to tease.

Master-Sir broke the silence. “So that you know, she also gives the world’s best blow jobs. If you ever want one, go for it. Ah, Don’t ask her for one, tell her you want one. She will obey your words as if they were mine.”

I look at Master. “Yes, Sir.”

He looked at me as if he were hearing some foreign language. “I can just tell her what I want, and she will do it?”

My Master filled in the basic rules: keep it private, not harm the slave, do not expose the slave, etc. “Keep those rules in mind, and I have no problem with you using my slave.”.

I smiled at him to assure him it was okay. He looked frightened, not sure what to say or do.

He was not sure of it all. Maybe it was too much too soon.

He seemed to forget what we just talked about.

“So, you are his slave, sub?”

“No, Sir, I am not His submissive; I’m His slave. He owns me. He commands me, and I obey, no questions. Now you can do the same. Sir”

He looks at his brother. “So, if I ask her for a blowjob, she’s just going to give it to me, and you are ok with this?”

Master-Sir straightened him out again. Explaining that if he felt it was safe from those who would not understand or in private, he could take my hand, walk up to the bedroom, shut the door, and have his way with me. He emphasized there was no reason for him to ask me. He had to tell me what he expected me to do or perform, and I would make it happen.

And yes, He is happy to loan His slave out to his brother. Master-Sir put His hand on his brother’s back as we walked back into the house. Telling His brother he should have me fix that tent he has growing in his jeans!

Later that night, when everyone was starting to go to their bedrooms, Master-Sir’s brother stopped by our room. Looked at His brother, “May I use your…” Master-sir finished his sentence. “My slave? Yes.”

I happily got off the floor and smiled as I put my hand in His as we walked across the hall. After I took His clothes off and had him on the edge of the bed, I got between his legs. That’s when I saw that He and my Owner are almost identical! His cock was nice and tall and already showing precum.

As I swallowed His cock, he moaned. Laying back on the bed, I could feel His eyes watching me and smiling. I was actually expecting more. But maybe this was too much for a freshly divorced vanilla man to comprehend. He settled for a blowjob, nothing more.

It must have been a while since he had sex because, after only about three or four bobs of my head, he was moaning a little loud before shooting my reward down my throat.

He never said a word. He just smiled and then thanked me as he went soft. I smiled as I thanked him and left the room. I went back to kneel at the bedside of my Master, who told me that I was allowed to sleep with Him tonight.

Curling up in His arms, Master told me I was a good bitch slave. That’s a nice way to end the night!

There is part two!

Back Home Again

September 23, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

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

They Came, She Learned, and They Left

November 28, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Finally, some time to myself and some time to unload and unwind from a very busy ten days!

Master Sir is currently out on a date with Miss Carol. He told me not to wait up for Him and for me to sleep in my room tonight. He would wake me if He needed to use me afterward.

My Week

My Brother and sister came to spend some time. My sister came to see if I was brainwashed or if I really did live a happy life as a devoted slave. My Brother surprised me by bringing His wife/Subby, along. We haven’t seen each other since the start of the Pandemic.

My sister was only here for a week, while my Brother was here for ten days. She stayed at a hotel, and He stayed at our house. His wife is beautiful and submissive but, unfortunately, has had some serious health issues, so she is limited in how and when she can be the proper slave to her Master.

The first night they were here, we all went to dinner, then Master-Sir let me stay with the other two ladies in my sister’s hotel suite while He and my brother went out for a few drinks.

It was wonderful to order room service, sit around and giggle our heads off as we recounted stories of our submission and hear my sister gasp in disbelief at what we slaves/subbies do for our men.

Master-Sir allowed me a little more freedom in dressage when my sister would be here; I was allowed to wear lingerie. Panties and matching bra. When she left the house, I was naked again. Otherwise, the remaining rules apply. i.e., Unless told otherwise, I was not allowed to sit on the furniture, and i was still only allowed to use my bathroom in the garage.

Even if she was limited in mobility, having my Brother’s subbie here was a pleasure. Always nice to have another female slave around the house to play with and serve the Masters.

Slave Sex

Although there was no slave sex when my sister was around, when we were alone, we slaves were well used by both men equally. Normally I would get a bit jealous when I would see another woman sucking my Master’s cock. But we are slaves, not real women. Plus, she enjoys being used like that almost as much as I do!

Several mornings, my Brother would leave early to attend his convention and would leave orders for me to pleasure His girl before being allowed to have breakfast. She was never allowed to repay the pleasure. 🙁

My sister got to see me cook dinner and clean the house as an almost naked slave. I also took her along when I cleaned my Boss’s apartment. She saw me take our pool guy to the back room for a blowjob, as well as a few friends who stopped over to use me for some sexual relief.

She realized that, for me, this was not really sex in the traditional sense. It was just an act of service and obedience to my Owner. Not to mention that I really do love being used like this. They come in the house, say hello to my Owner, talk a few minutes with Him, then fuck me and just leave.

After each episode, she and I would have a long talk about why, how, and emotions or feelings. We talked about what she was thinking and feeling.

She was also fascinated my thoughts when Master had me stand in the corner one night while they all cooked a nice dinner, talked, and shared some fine wine. All the while, I stood obediently with my nose to the corner. I was not talking or being talked to.

She told me that at first, she was upset and angry at how I was there but not allowed to participate. But with everything else she was seeing and learning, it started to make sense. I started to make sense to her.

She was amazed at how my Owner could sit there at the table and have a perfectly normal conversation with her and my Brother. Enjoy a delicious meal I cooked. As He occasionally took food from His plate and hand-feed it to His kneeling slave. Just as you would a dog. (“bitch slave”).

She was struck by how normal it was for Him to be there talking to them and feeding me without looking at me. Then how I would thank Him for the honor of eating his scraps. Afterward, He would pat me on the head and tell me I was a “good girl,” The two words that I live for.,

We Talked. A Lot!

Several nights I was allowed to stay at her hotel suite until late in the evening, talking. It was more her talking/crying and me listening. Each talk got longer as she had more to say. More to expose and more to absorb.

The more she watched me, watched my Owner interact with His slave, she started to understand herself. Her “problem” with men. She realized the problem really was with her and not with them.

She talked mostly about David, the last man she dated. The one she thought was going to be it. The man she has waited for (?), she wanted. But he never understood her need to be completely equal.

She saw that when we were out with friends or just with her, Master-Sir held the door open for me, held my hand, and kissed me. He paid the bill, tipped the waitress, and drove. Master-Sir was showing His love for me.

But when with friends who are allowed to use me, I take care of the driving, opening the doors and paying the check, and tipping the waitress. Thats when I was their slave, and how I loved every minute of it.

My sister started to realize she had followed the girls she thought had it all together in school, in college, and in adult life. She was being lied to. She was never free to explore what she really wanted or had dreamed about. Yet, she wanted to be accepted by others, so she stayed on the feminist path and stayed popular with her friends from college.

Since I was not on anyone’s “most popular” list, I was never part of that crowd and never expected to follow someone else’s thinking. Ok, we did have a little disagreement about my first crush, Mark. I did everything for Him. But now I know that I was born a slave, so it makes sense.

Mark was the boy who taught me how to suck cock at 11, then He took my anal virginity at 14, then finally my pussy virginity at 16. He was the best male friend I had. I did it all because He wanted me to.

Through it all, she let me know that she was still bothered by my Brother using me for sex. She didn’t like it, but she accepted it.

With each passing day, she started to understand how I viewed the world, not as a normal woman but as a very happy and very loved slave. As I say, benign a slave is more mental than it is physical.

Saying Goodbye

One of her last words to be at the airport, as we said our goodbyes with tears in our eyes, was that she now hoped she could go back and maybe be allowed to talk with David about what she had learned about herself. She wanted to be as happy and as loved as I am.

She left on Wednesday. My Brother and His wife/subbie stayed for Thanksgiving then left on Saturday morning. That is another story!

I hope my American friends and followers had a wonderful Thanksgiving with their families and cherished friends.

Love

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