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My Sister. An Update

November 3, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, two posts in the same week!! This one i feel, was needed to help understand what’s going on between me and my siblings. See last post here

In the case of my brother, His beautiful wife is unable to travel due to medical issues. My Brother’s wife is having serious medical issues and is pretty much landlocked. Not able to travel very far.

She is a wonderful woman, a very beautiful woman who is so good for Him. I know how she has expressed her frustrations on being unable to travel and unable to always be the perfect submissive for her husband/Master. She struggles with the fact that she is limited in how she can serve Him.

We talk often, and she is at least happy to know He will be cared for while He is here. I have a computer set up in his bedroom with a webcam so they can chat.

Now, on to the big issue. My sister knows I am a slave. The way she found out was not right and I had bad feelings toward her about it. Angry feelings are more the term.

The good news in all of this is that we have had some wonderful conversations like never before. She understands my frustrations and my feelings about it all. She has begged my forgiveness like I have never seen her do ever before!

In her discussions, she expressed her frustrations and then her eagerness to dig deeper into this new world she has found. Then the excitement and the fear of discovering that her younger sister is deep into being a slave for a man.

Her feelings as a feminist raged to the top and boiled over as she was also trying to force those thoughts out. To stop looking at everything they the eyes of a feminist.

I can now say that I understand how and why she did what she did. She was in panic mode with all these emotions hitting her at the same time. .

To think you thought all these years, you were doing what you were supposed to be doing as a “modern” beautiful woman. When in your heart, you just had that feeling that something was wrong in all of this.

She was married twice and has three kids now in college. Being now a single woman on the loose, she is now free to explore herself.

I have tears in my eyes as I think about all that we have recently talked about and shared with each other. She and I have not talked this much or this deeply since high school. I have learned a lot about her, and she, obviously, has learned a lot about me.

Her interest in submission will be tested when she comes here. She first feared seeing me naked and in slave mode. But like I said recently, Master-Sir now has me dressed in lingerie when I am home.

She wants to visit but not stay here and likes that I will be covered. Master-Sir, at my request, has told me that how I dress and how I serve people in this house will not change while she is here.

She laughed when I told her that when she first enters the house, I am to address all females as “Mam,” “Madam,” or “Mistress”. As in “Yes, Mam” or “May I serve you another cup of coffee, Mistress”. She will need to tell me if she wants me to call her something else.

The other issue is maybe getting used to calling her sister a bitch slave! She can work that out with my Owner. He will decide if she can call me by my real name or not.

To be honest, I am glad to know that she knows. I feel that she will be true to her word and not let anyone else in the family know. She sounds happy and excited to come here and to learn. And that’s what I am happy about as well.

I love my sister and want the best for her.

My Brother Plus One

October 29, 2022 / slave / 0 Comments

I’m not even sure how to start this. I guess, looking at it all, I will say that I was ambushed. That is the easiest way to explain it, and now I’m not sure how to handle it.

A few months back, my wonderful Brother made plans to come out here for a convention and a vacation. I love to see and serve my Brother (He knows). He and my Owner are like two best buddies, and He stays with us.

My older sister (clueless to my submission) has, for whatever reason, been bothering Him recently to take her along on His trips out here. She has never been here and never before wanted to come here (Las Vegas). So we all agreed (with conditions) she should come for a visit. I would love to have some alone time with my older sis!

Up until now, she was a staunch feminist and viewed Vegas as a place that uses and abuses women. (??)

In-between all these wonderful talks about His/her trip out here, I was chatting on Fetlife with an ex-feminist who fell down the rabbit hole of Fetlife and discovered she might actually have a submissive side. That realization led her to me and this blog.

She was reading my blog, and we were having some really nice chats about certain posts she liked or hated. Then she got to the point in my blog where I was talking about my Brother discovering who I really am. The fact that He now gets to use me as He wants.

That didn’t sit well with her. She started to get mad at that idea. Incest, abuse, blah, blah, blah… Then she used His name in a comment. The problem was that I never mentioned His real name. Ever!

She had outed herself. She, of course, apologized. But I’m not sure it was real or an honest apology.. I’m not sure she wants to come out here for friendly, family reasons or to cause family troubles.

My Owner thinks she has good intentions but wasn’t sure how to approach me about them. Maybe this is her way of seeing it all for real. To learn from a family member or at least see it in real life and get her questions answered by someone she can trust.

For me, I feel so violated. Or at least used and certainly not in the way that I like to be used.

My Owner says He would support me if I asked her not to visit. As would my Brother. They would both still come to Las Vegas, but she would stay in a hotel..

I don’t mind family knowing about us. But to be outed/used like that. It’s just not right.

Looking back on our discussions, I seem to see the logic in my Owner’s thoughts. She is sincere, she just didn’t know how to approach the topic. Especially after all the years, she talked about the feminist’s way being “the only way” a woman should live..

Did she see finally see the light and wants to learn what she has missed all these years? I guess I will find out in 10 days.

She’s Gone, He is Going

April 27, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

How do I start this and make it sound real? I mean, i really do love every member of our family. However, my sisters ( i have two of them) are nuts. whacked out, stone-cold feminist’s without themselves knowing why or how deep they are into the cult!

She stayed here with my Brother. She was happy and fun-loving. We went out for dinner as a family and alone without my Owner, as well as a night out just she and I. But she always brought up how she thinks I am an “emotionally deranged girl” , for how I treat my husband (Master/Owner). “He’s an adult, He can get His own dam coffee/food/snacks/clothing!!”

She was almost like she had Tourette syndrome or something because she would be nice, loving, and fun to be with, then suddenly go into the rant of anger over how he “treats” me. Then smile at me and tell me she loves me and hopes that I come back to Chicago and visit the family when all this is over.

I am still trying to figure out what she saw that was so bad. I waited for Him to open the doors, as He told me to. He drove. Always dressed nicely. Nothing showed, I was allowed to wear a bra and occasionally panties. He held my hand in public like He always does. Lots of smiles, loving kisses often. He talks to her like an educated adult and they do have some wonderful, deep conversations.

I would get Him and them their coffee in the morning. I fixed them breakfast when we ate at home. Never once did I call Him “Sir” in front of her. Not that the words were on the tip of my tongue and it was painful to call Him “sweetheart” as well as other names I can call Him when with family. I even stayed dressed, sat on the furniture, and was allowed to use His bathroom and not my slave bathroom. Had she seen me come down like I normally do in the morning and use the bathroom in the garage, I am pretty sure she would have called the police on Him.

But yet, to her, He is the devil incarnate because I treat Him as someone so special! I don’t understand her or that mentality. I also worry if they were ever to find out the truth. HOW submissively I really am to Him as well as to the other men in my life, she would try to me kidnap or something like that. She does live in Chicago after all and I know that she knows a few bad people that know even worse people!

Then my wonderful Brother jokingly reminds me that she would probably pop a blood vein or two if she knew that I serve Him and occasionally give HIM a blowjob when He followed me up to help me get dressed for work! He was right. Although I did show a little love towards Him as my Oder brother and mentor, He was still acting as just my brother when she was around… He took me to work twice this week and we even had lunch as well.

She’s Gone

She left Sunday night and as much as I hated to see her go because I do love her as family, I was actually relieved when I saw her pass thru TSA checkpoint and walk towards her gate. We smiled and blew each other kisses. She even called/texted me before getting on the plane and when she arrived back in Chicago. I just wished she would stop a minute and think about her life and her problems with men and relationships. Think about how her anger and verbal hatred are affecting her children. Two teenagers from two different men.

After seeing her off from the airport, all three of us returned to the car. Master-Sir looked at me and I smiled and thanked him as I lifted up my skirt and removed my panties. Then I was really happy when I was allowed to remove my bra and ride home topless. My brother FaceTimed His wife who is home with their baby (2 years old?) and she and I talked for a few minutes. Both of us girls were topless and so dam happy to be that way.

For the new folks here. My brother married a woman who discovered her submissive side when they met a few years ago. She is a true submissive, not a slave. She and I talk/text/email often.

What is really funny about this is that our parents called twice this past week. To make sure everybody was ok and that my sister was having fun. They apparently knew my brother was having fun, never asked much about Him. They were worried more about her having fun than Him.

He is Going

For the past three days, it’s been heaven being back to almost full slave status. My Brother is ok to see me topless, not naked. So I will be that way while He is here. I sit at the table and eat with My Men. I get to call them “Sir” and my Owner is now my Owner/Master-sir.

But now I am back to using the slave bathroom in the garage and since it is warm here now, I am back to having to pee in the garden. My Brother has moved down to the guest room that has its own bathroom and I get to keep that clean and properly stocked with toiletries and clean towels for Him. He likes that.

I actually have a box of toiletry items just for when He visits. It has His preferences in it. His wife told me what He likes for razors. shave cream, lotions and shampoo. I do the same for dinks and favorite foods. I like to make Him feel at home here. Like when we were teenagers, i always cleaned up after Him and I still enjoy doing that for Him!

Thursday night we will go out for nice dinner with my brother. I will be allowed to have a few drinks over dinner, then back home. He leaves in the afternoon. So we have a few hours in the morning to be together and have a little more bother/sister time. It will be up to Him how we spend that time.

I hope you are all having a wonderful week and please keep sending your comments, questions and thoughts.

Love Always

Bitch Slave

Thursday Morning Cuddles and a Surprise

April 23, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

Thursday is a normal day off for me from work. its a day Master-Sir knows He can offer my domestic services to people and for special projects around the house. This Thursday, as we lay in bed and as i was about to start my morning, my Owner had other ideas.

Normally I get up before He does and go to my bathroom in the garage to shower, shave and make my self ready to serve Him. Today He pulled me back in bed and wrapped His arms around me telling me to “stay”. I explained to my owner that His slave had a full bladder and really needed to go to her Bathroom quickly. He released His grip on me then told me to use His bathroom. I was surprised and thanked Him for the permission. But was He sure? He was, He told me to hurry back.

After that little surprise, He rolled back over me and cuddled me. His free hand gripping my left boob. He pulled me closer and nuzzled my ear. Breathing heavy and kissing my ear, down my neck. Telling me little sweet things and loving remarks. I grabbed on to Him to feel His body on mine. I was enjoying this little excursion!

As he moved around, I felt His cock get hard as he pulled me onto my back telling me to grab my ankles. Making me split and open my pussy for his abuse. Instead, he smiled and put the head of His cock at the opening of my pussy. He pushed it in and smiled his evil grin at me, i smiled back and giggled a little. wondering when he was going to pull out and shove it into my tight ass.

As He started to rock Himself in and out of my sloppy pussy, He asked if I knew why He liked doing this? Fucking my pussy that is normally ignored. I did not. he told me that at times like this, my “sloppy ass pussy” comes in handy. Telling me that right now, He just needs a wet hole to use. A hole to easily fuck and not have to work at it. My ass is tight and I guess takes a little work.

Right now, He just wants to fuck something and my pussy is always wet and always open. Easy in, easy out and be done with it. I wanted to hug Him and thank Him for that compliment, But he told me not to stop holding onto my legs while He fucks this hole. Ending with “You can enjoy this if you want, but its not for you, its for me”

He was hitting me humiliation and a pussy fucking? What did I do to deserve this pleasure I wondered With that, he reached down and pulled on my nipples hard. Making me winces in pain and try to pull back. That adds to the pain and His smile. I even felt my pussy try to be tighter from the pain! With one last thrust He stopped as I felt Him pulsing and fillign my pussy with His cum, my reward. I smiled and thanked Him as he stood there over me and let it flow in me.

As He finished, He pulled out and rolled over onto His back. I let go of my feet and rolled over to start to suck His cock clean. I was in heaven. A happy little slave. i finally got fucked in the pussy by my Owner and He enjoyed it.

Worshipping his spent cock is something I can do for hours. As I started to feel the last of His wet cock, He held my head back down on His cock and said “drink”. meaning He was now about to fill my mouth with His morning flow of warm golden nectar.

As I kissed the tip of His cock, He told me “shower, now” and pointed to His shower. He was going to allow me to shower with Him this morning? I did not want to question my good luck, so I smiled and silently followed Him into the shower. I always adjust the flow and the temperature for Him.

My sponging His body got Him hard again? My mouth was immediately pushed onto His cock and a few minutes later, again, i was rewarded with His cum. Drying off, he told me to go and get dressed. My “garden-style” dress. It’s a new sundress i bought a couple of weeks ago. Very much a spring pattern of flowers and sun rays. It’s not very transparent and has a nice feel to it that makes me smile when I wear it.

Apparently, he has plans for us this morning and was very specific about what I am wearing. I was also instructed to wear a matching bra. meaning we are doing something special or formal? The secrets keep coming!

As we went to the garage, Master-Sir opened the passenger car door for me to enter, telling me to sit bare ass on the seat (as usual). On the drive, he told me we were doing breakfast at our favorite lace. He was staring out the windshield, driving. His one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on my pussy. (no comments please) His fingers were probing my pussy, driving me crazy. Thankfully He was driving and not me.!

At the Peppermill, i was told to stand straight, smile, and look presentable. That’s not easy after 10 minutes of riding in the car with fingers in my pussy! But I smiled as I got out of the car and he fixed my dress to be presentable. As far as I could tell, no wet spots on the clothing!

Knowing some of the staff helps as they got us a nice booth in the back corner. we even had a waitress we haven’t seen in a long time. it was good to see her back and we tried to catch up as she served us and did her usual rounds to other tables.

The Surprise

After a few minutes, Master Sir made me move closer to the edge of the seat as he moved closer to me, telling me our guests have arrived. Guests? I looked up and saw my Brother and my sister walk into the restaurant. They were not supposed to arrive for another week from what he told me. He lied!

Thankfully Master-Sir released me so i could run up and hug my Brother and even did the same to my younger sister… I was so happy to see them and loved the surprise! As we walked back to the table, Master-sir was beaming. He was happy He was able to keep this little surprise from me. To see my look He told me He loved it even more.

This just made it very difficult for me to even eat., I wanted to hug and kiss my Master for doing this for me. I wanted to talk to my sister about Mom and Dad and to talk with my Brother about His love life. I wanted to hug them, and I wanted it all now…

My sister will be here until Sunday night. My Brother will be here for a week. My sister will stay in the guest room downstairs with its own bathroom. My Brother will stay in my room. That way I will be close to my Brother in case he needs me for anything and it keeps my sister downstairs!

The Family Fun Starts!

I am so excited about what this week will be like having my favorite Brother here as well as my tolerable sister!! Since my sister is here and she is clueless about my slave status and it will stay that way, I will be allowed to sit on the furniture when I need to and to wear a sundress around the house. but no panties or bra. when she leaves the house, i am to be naked until she returns. if we go out as a family, i will be allowed to wear a bra under my dress. Panties will be worn only when needed and with permission.

Thank you all for your warm thoughts and comments!!

Me, Family, Friends Meet Again

November 15, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

I have so much that i want to say, that i want to write. But its the time thing again. By the time I return to the hotel and do my nightly routine, I am in bed, fast asleep from all the excitement, the drama and having a life without a Master to kneel down to and cry with. Not to mention the cold just sucks the energy out from you in the same way as the Vegas summer heat can do.

My brother has been a sweetheart like He always is. He was one of the first to welcome us to Chicago and He was the one who took my Owner and I back to the airport, then waited with me until Master-Sir’s flight was off the ground.

His wife/submissive is a kind lady I adore and always love to talk with. Now I get to spend some time alone with her in my old hometown and Master-Sir has given me the blessing to freely do “slave/sub/girl” things with her here.

Friends

I never had many real friends I could count on to be there for me. Friends are people who need you for a while then move on and out of your life. I also believe that certain people are brought into your life for a specific purpose and you need to find what that purpose is. Then they are gone once they have served what they needed to serve in your life.

My best girlfriend growing up committed suicide when she was 20. She was like me, a fat girl and the teasing was too much for her after high school. Of all the people I would want to talk with right now and be with, would be her. She would understand what I am going through.

The other “friends” I have here are mostly from my work in fashion retail management. It was fun to connect with them and make plans for a dinner or a shopping afternoon. Shopping is always great therapy!

The girls I knew when I went to Phoenix with them when i met my Owner, they have all moved on, moved away or just stopped talking with me once I found my happiness. I was happy in love and didn’t need their ever-changing dating drama anymore!

Family

I guess that’s what I here for. My family. My Father has made it clear that He needs someone in the family with an outside perspective on all this. That would be me! Oh, Goodie! Brother and sister are not really helping because they are getting the other family members trying to influence them. I get it.

However, I was not really up on all the extended family drama until yesterday when just about anyone that is blood-related came through my parent’s house. Now I am and I am not happy about it.

Moments of sanity. It has been nice to go out to dinner with those that I miss and care about the most. It really helped balance everything out. To hear about their lives. To see the kids of my few close friends and family all grown up now, trying to figure out what is next for them and their lives in this new world we are entering.

Life Measured

It is nice, in a sad way, to see that I am enjoying my life as a slave married to the most wonderful Master a slave could ever ask for. The fact that I took a chance, stepped out of my comfort zone one night, and ventured out to see the other side of life. Ending up meeting the man who would make all my dreams and a few more, come true.

I say that as I hear my friends tell me all their dating and divorce stories. They try to make it sound as if they were clueless as to why it happened to them. Why they were the victim (?) of a cheating or unresponsive spouse. or whatever the reason was they think it did not work out and that they needed to move on. So they continue doing what they did before. This time with a few more taller walls around their heart, hoping maybe to do better “next time” or maybe just stop it altogether.

My Purpose Here

I guess I need to get it out there in the open so I can talk about it, think about and get it out of my system. So why I am here in the cold tundra of the Chicago area. Why am I not home in the cold desert, serving at the feet of my Owner?

Simple. My Mother suffered a stroke while driving. She caused a chain reaction accident on the highway. Thankfully nobody was killed or seriously injured. She was the most injured of them all. When she came out of her coma, she knew nothing about why she was in the hospital hooked up to all those tubes and beeping monitors. She was also surrounded by people she said she never met before. Including her husband of 60 years. I cried when I was told about that.

My Father has always shared the rule of the house with her. He never really put His foot down and said “This is the law, so say I”. Now He is in the position of having to make serious decisions for her and for Him, without being able to discuss it with her. Making him clueless on what to really do.

Unfortunately, like it always seems to happen. He is surrounded by a wonderfully meaningful extended family that wants the best for them, as well as what they think is best for Him and for my Mother. They mean well, but they are family who all have an agenda that in the end benefits their needs, their emotions, and their feelings.

I’m not much of a person to answer the questions as I am the shoulder my Father wants to lean on and to cry on when we are alone. he needs that unattached, family support shoulder. The one to ask Him the questions on what they others are trying to say to Him and to get Him to do what They want him to do.

Thankfully Master-Sir will be here later next week and be here for a longer time. I need Him and thankfully my Father has admitted that He could use His help as well. Dad has even called my Owner several times to talk “Man to Man”. Something that He never really did before.

This is also when I need a firm grip on my leash and a tight collar. But I have neither. We talked about that in great detail and we both agreed, I needed to do this first part alone. If needed, there is a Master close at hand, ready to pull me back and get my headspace right if needed. I will need that so very soon!

Finally, I want to say Thank You all for the kind words, emails and your messages of support. That has helped me smile more!
It’s now all in the open and no more talking around the facts about why I am here. I am here. I am doing what I need to do and I am hanging in there!

Hope my story here did not put a damper on your weekend. Go out, have a great weekend and love the ones you are with!

Brother Gone

July 1, 2014 / slave / 0 Comments

Oh My God. Life is such a wonderful thing and I love having a Master who lets me live it and a brother who let me express it. But now I feel so alone and empty.

Its only been a few hours since I left him at the airport and I still feel empty and sad.

Being the wonderful Owner that He is, Master-Sir gave me a hard ass beating after dinner trying to help me get out of my funk. but it really didn’t help…. He is so thoughtful

It was a wonderful week and I really was out it for a few days afterward. We had a lot of fun and had some great conversations like we never had before. And we were close growing up. But now, its even better. I seem closer to Him. Not sure how to explain it.

My Week

I met him at the airport and gave him a big old hug. He wouldn’t let me take his bag, saying its not my job (wanna bet??) As agreed, I was in a sundress, nothing too revealing. I was allowed to wear a bra and panties.

I drove him down the Strip, I got him home and showed him his room, how I put out the towels, some shaving and bathing supplies than went and got him a cold tea. We sat on the patio and we talked.

Master-Sir came home, I served him a drink, He took my chair and I sat at his feet. leaning almost on his lap. It felt so wonderful. That’s how it was most of the week. When together it was on the patio, me sitting on the floor next to my Owner and often sitting between them.

I so wanted to get naked every time I walked into the house or sat next to my Owner. But I promised my Brother “no naked slave”.

We went out for a nice dinner. Had a great time talking. Two gentlemen at my sides!! I felt so special and happy I could say Master-Sir out loud in front of my brother. he smiled each time He heard me say it.

My Owner arranged for me to have all the days off from work. Except for Thursday I had my usual domestic service duties. That’s the day I go to my Boss’s house and clean it. At least I would have one day as a naked slave with a chance of being used.

My Boss/Dom did just that. He came home for lunch, I made him a nice sandwich, and afterward, He used me hard and dirty on the kitchen floor. Than spanked me before sending me back to cleaning, smiling, and horny for more.

Master-Sir did set my brother up with the roommate of his girlfriend. So he had some female companionship and maybe give us some time alone!! And it worked for one night at least.

Thankfully I was allowed to sleep with my Master every night. As I had thought, He made me use my bathroom in the garage, not His for anything. Thankfully my Bother never noticed or ask about it when I passed through the house.

My brother made me play tourist. I never was a tourist in Las Vegas. So this was nice to see the town I live in, as other people get to see it. Walk the strip, have some drinks, play a few dollars, see a show and watch the other goofy tourists as my Brother filled me with a 1000 questions about me, my life, my needs to be used and to serve.

Reality Sets In

With Master-Sirs permission, I showed him some of the toys, my collar, the paddles, and floggers. Pointed out the hooks in the ceiling, the cross that is hidden and other kinky things. He just took it all in and wanted to know more.

He asked about the swing club, I agreed we would go there. But by now, the butterflies were coming back. I told him he may have to swallow a little brotherly pride. I may stay dressed or at least into my bra and panties, but there are a couple of men that I serve there. Oral sex, suck cock, and let them play with my tits. I am not allowed to hide in a closed room there… He just may have to see me naked. My face turned red telling him this, but he had to know and He smiled.

We went. Thank goodness He was the good brother and stayed in the common area, but his date was fascinated by me and she kept hunting me down to see what I was up to. They went into a room a couple of times, but she just kept finding me.

Although I got to serve as His slave, I need to admit how strange it was being dressed all the time. I have always imagined that I could maybe be ok, if I were naked around my family. Maybe that ultimate taboo or just the fact that I have accepted my place at the feet of my master and not care who knows or who sees.

For my brother I stayed dressed and was allowed to sit on the furniture most of the time. I was allowed to eat like a normal person. No hand fed scraps or eating from the dog bowl. I was actually missing that feeling. I wanted to be fed by my Owner. Its His sign of love for His slave. But ti was still nice to sit with my Brother, talk like real people and still serve them as a slave with the meal and the dishes…

My brother did admit He will miss me. And miss having his bed made and having his clothes cleaned and having his breakfast waiting…

Master-Sir spent some time with him doing men things. Work in the garage, go to a girlie club, watch a game or two… Blah, Blah Blah..

Master-Sir promised him that we would visit this winter for a holiday. Not looking forward to the cold, but i would like to see the family again..

Your thoughts?

Brother Almost Here

June 20, 2014 / slave / 0 Comments

I can not explain how happy i am right now! My wonderful brother called to say Te was all packed and really looking forward to His trip here. I can’t wait to greet Him at the airport and to spend some time with Him. Its been a long time. Me, being the domestic slave, I needed to know a few things about His desires and His routines. I wanted to know everything so I could serve Him better, telling Him that as His tour guide and escort, I needed to know what He needed from me. I knew he would understand.

He coughed up what He thinks would be His waking up routine, breakfast, meals, etc… He thought i was grilling him like I was writing a book or something evil like that! when I explained that I will be the ultimate host and as the ultimate host, she needs to know what to shop for Him and to better prepare the house for His arrival. He got it.

We agreed that He would let me know when it was too much of something. of Course, No nudity or sex, but the serving and the names will stay as they always do. He will see a lighter version of my submission. He was actually really curious to see “this” in real life.

It’s really about to happen. A full week of my Brother? Like a typical tourist, He over planned His time here. He has a long list of things that he wants to see and do. I told Him to not put too much in cement as things will always change. He even has a couple of ladies that he met online (??) and wants to go out club’ing with them. That’s good because I hate doing the party thing!

To show how much my Owner loves me, Master-Sir has allowed me to have today and tomorrow off to get everything ready. Then I will be meeting Him at the airport. Then Thursday I spend cleaning my Boss’s house. Things are arranged so I will have plenty of free time in between my needed duties, to spend with my brother, alone.

I cleaned up the guest bedroom. Put the clean sheets on, put some condoms, lube, and a few toys in the bedside stand. Made sure the fresh towels are there and a nice candle! Went shopping for His favorite foods and drinks. So now I think I am ready for this little adventure!

Thank You

I really wanted to thank everyone for their kind words of encouragement, assistance on how and what to say to him and just being there for a shoulder to lean on and talk to about this.

My butterflies went from nervous butterflies to being very large and anxious butterflies!

Master-Sir has given me some free time to be off line and so I will be silent for awhile on here, but will respond to emails and PM’s

Ok?

Have a great week everyone!

My Brother Is Coming!

June 18, 2014 / slave / 0 Comments

Where does the time go? My brother will be here in less than 10 days! for some silly reason, I had it figured out to be longer than that. Or maybe I was hoping to put off what I needed to finally do a little longer. To get up the nerve and just tell him what I need to tell Him.

Thankfully, tonight’s conversation was short, i knew that it would be. He was the one who actually called me to get some things finalized.. He called first to talk about dad on Father’s Day. Then he got to the point. without a breath, He just asked me point-blank. Am I a slave or a submissive??

Ok!! Where did this come from? I asked.

He said He was talking to Dad earlier in the day and they got onto a conversation about mom and that I guess led into some thought he had about their relationship (equal partners all the way), plus an earlier conversation we had about my love for alpha males and being kind to them by doing things for them (service), and than the light went off in his head.

I was Busted. I was Outed. No More Hiding

Never in my life had I lied to my brother so I wasn’t about to start tonight. My turn to have a long pause as I got my nerves up and let it all out. Yes, I am my Husband’s slave. Not His submissive and it’s not just in the bedroom. I wanted Him to be my Master and I wanted to be His slave. And yes, we did not marry to be husband and wife, we were married as Master and slave, the Husband and wife thing is for legal purposes. But we do love each other.

Brotherly Love

Did that news bother him? His answer was a short “No”. But He really didn’t know how to follow that up and to do so, he needed some time to think about what my answer was. He needed to go and said that we will talk later. The end of the conversation.

Hmm… He sounded happy that he knew the truth and I really do believe that we left each other on a good note. So what am I to think now?

I guess the right people heard my thoughts. Right before going to bed,I received an email from my Brother. My loving brother sent me a very long, twisted, and wonderful email. In it, He expressed joy in that He is glad that I finally found my happy place in life and He knows it would be difficult for me to hide that from him while he is here. especially for a week. And he did not want that for me. reciting the open and honest relationship he and I always had.

His desire while here is to have fun, gamble a little, see a few shows and to spend as much time as possible with his kid sister. As brother and sister. And spend some time with my Husband who He has always enjoyed talking with. Just this time, they may have a few new things to talk about!

Not that I had any doubt, He also assured me complete discretion if I promise the same for Him, in case He gets into some unusually mischief while He is here! This is Vegas, after all!

In the letter, he also expressed His fascination with the idea of me being a slave to a man who is my Master. Fascinated by the kink or in my case, the lifestyle and would have no problem seeing most of it in action. He did have a few requests if I didn’t mind. Please. No sex in public or in front of him, no leather cuffs and bondage, no nudity, and no painful punishments or that “type of play” while He is in the house. Please. He ended it with “is there any middle area where we can meet and be happy being us? “

The thought of hearing someone beat his sister, may send him into fits and anger. I get that, it’s just the brother-protector side of him..

He did say that the words, the name calling or salutations, the way we relate to each other would be an “educational experience.” He has no issue exploring and being involved in. And if He has any issues, that he will address them immediately. .

I responded by telling hIm how much that letter meant to me and that I would honor all of His wishes. I wanted Him to enjoy His stay here as well as I needed to live my life as much as I can at the same time. I also needed to make sure that what he learns here, to himself. In closing, I told Him that unless he says otherwise, my none sexual, clothed services (domestic duties) will extend to him and to please enjoy what He can and what he wants to while here. I will do what I can to make it a trip He will joyfully remember!

My heart was fluttering and I was smiling. Knowing this will be a bit difficult at first, but in the end, we will have a wonderful time together and I will be able to enjoy being me while being here with my Loving brother.

Now maybe the last bit of my nervousness will go away and I can get some sleep!

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