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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

Mr Jackson Inspects

December 11, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

There is something erotically humiliating and yet gratifying to be kneeling, naked next to the table as two well-dressed men discuss your care and feeding while they enjoy their breakfast meal. leaving you to sit there quietly listen while also waiting like a good bitch slave, for one of them to kindly offer you a scrap of their food from their hand.

That was my first morning back in Chicago. Mr Jackson had come to our room with breakfast pastries for Him and my Owner. They were getting together to talk about the plans Mr Jackson has for me when my Owner leaves to go back home for work.

( Mr Jackson is the young man who is the head concierge/Bellman for the hotel i was staying at while in Chicago. My former Boss/Dom is in the upper management of this chain and had Him be the man to make sure the slave was behaving when he wasn’t there to check in on me after my Owner went back home)

Master-Sir was confident, as I was that if this young man was chosen by my former Boss/Dom for this assignment, he has faith and trust in Him to keep this private while enjoying the fruits of His labors and maybe even learn a little about being a little kinkier in His own life.

Master-Sir asked Him about His background. If He has any kinky experience? He admits that He was pretty vanilla. He had attended a BDSM event in Chicago one time and learned how to have fun with a sex slave while there. He has also dated a few women who liked to be tied up and used. He had them do other things while being His slave, like clean His house. It was all more sexual than an actual Master/slave thing.

Master-Showed Him how to put scraps in His hand and put His hand down for me to eat them. Telling Him i should only be fed like this or from a bowl on the floor. Mr Jackson assured Him He will find a bowl for me to use!

Master-Sir wanted Him to start my day at 6am, but Mr Jackson asked if it could be earlier. He starts his shift at 6am. They agreed He would be in the room here at 5:30 to make sure that I was ready to start my day with His inspection. I was told that by the time He arrived I was to have already showered and properly shaved my pussy. To be ready at 5:30.

He would be greeted by me, naked, at the door. Once in the room, I would kneel and crawl with Him to the table to start service to Him. If He brought food, I would set it up for Him to enjoy while serving me by hand or by a dog bowl on the floor.

Once He was satisfied with the meal or the snack, I would be ready to be inspected. That’s when Master-Sir had me stand up, legs spread and hands behind my head. “She must always address you as Sir. Yes Sir, No Sir.” Then I felt His hands on my boobs. pulling the nipples. Telling Mr. Jackson to try and keep them hard.

After that, He told Mr Jackson to feel my pussy. Inside and out. It should be smooth, with no stubble. Warning Him that it’s flabby and wet. Not really that tight. Not too good for fucking when compared to the tight ass that makes you feel like you are fucking a real girl’s pussy. “But it’s her ass” . Mr Jackson poked three fingers in my pussy to find it as promised, “wet and open”. Master-Sir told Him to have me lick His fingers clean. I did as ordered and smiled into His eyes. I gave Him His first “Thank You Sir” of the day as He pulled His clean fingers from my lips. .

He gave Mr Jackson instructions on how to have me move to be inspected. Mr Jackson ordered me to turn around, Bend over and spread my ass cheeks open. This, my Owner told him, was not so much for inspection, as it was to remind the slave that He owns her. Its His ass and she needs to have it open up to show Him.

As I stood there, bent over at the waist, hands on my ass pulling it open for Him to see. Master-Sir told Him this also a good position to fuck her in. Your choice of holes. Then He started to explain that He needs to go for a walk around the hotel and that Mr Jackson was free to use me as He wanted. To make sure that I cleaned up any mess that is made. His exact words were “Just fuck her in the hole of your choice. Make sure you use her for your pleasures, nothing more. She will clean you up afterward and that is it. You don’t need to worry about anything and we will see you tomorrow at 5:30.” They did a fist bump and Master-Sir gave me a kiss then walked out the room. leaving me still bent over holding my ass open.

Once the door was closed, Mr. Jackson had me stand up. As His hands felt my saggy tits, pulling on my nipples, He asked if all that was real? That he could, “you know, fuck you in any hole?” I assured Him this was all real and that I really do enjoy being used. I was there for His use, including any sexual pleasures. Telling Him not to worry, I’m a big fluffy girl, He can’t hurt me!

Mr Jackson realized it was getting late, so I quickly grabbed a condom as he told me how He wanted me. On the bed, Ass Up. But first I needed to fold up His slacks neatly and put that wonderful hard cock of His in the rubber covering. As I did, He pulled on my nipples again. I smiled and giggled a little.

Once I was as He wanted, i felt His cock plunged into my pussy, no tease, no slow entry it was just pushed right in until i felt His pelvis on my ass. . Fast and hard. He started to grunt and groan with each stroke until I felt His build Up and heard His voice rising. I knew what was next and I could feel it in the rubber. The warmth, the fullness. I wanted it! He was breathing hard as He pulled out. I quickly turned around to grab His filled condom. Making sure to kiss His cock and clean it off. Swallowing His cock one last time before I made a little show for Him as I drank His cum from the condom. I thanked Him for using me as I helped Him finish dressing.

Before leaving, I knelt at His feet, kissing them as I properly thanked Him for using me and that I looked forward to serving Him tomorrow. He slipped His face mask on and walked out of the room still looking at me smiling.

For the rest of my stay there, He showed up right at 5:30. Just after I got out of the shower. i would set His snacks or His morning meal He brought on the table for Him as I knelt at His feet and we talked. After he ate and fed me His scraps, He would order me on the bed. His favorite hole to fuck was my ass. But He really had a fetish for my pussy and even licked my pussy to orgasm a few times. Oh My God! It had been so long since any man did that to me! I screamed with joy each time when He would let me cum.

Each day when we talked, He would ask me something about being a slave or ideas about what makes a good Master. The “what if?” “Does He let you?” “can you?” types of questions. Talking like that always made His cock hard before we even finished eating.

After the first few days, He started to relax and would take off His slacks before sitting down to talk and to eat. Like this, He would give me permission to play with or to suck on His cock before He fucked one of my holes. I think I enjoyed that part of our time together, the best of all.

I really liked starting my day like this. It helped keep me focused for the rest of my day dealing with my family!

I know he subscribed to this blog, maybe I can get Him to respond here in the comments to what it was like. To read what His thoughts are on using this slave.

Meeting Jackson

December 4, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Since I was offline for all that time, I thought it would help if I did a little bit of a look back at the highlights of the trip. Trying to make sure i can get all the negative stuff out of my head by remembering the good times and all the people i got to reconnect with. Starting with my driver/concierge/friend and cheer person. Once He even let me cry on His shoulder when things were getting bad with the family..

Jackson was the Man!

When we arrived at the hotel, Jackson, the driver/concierge, told us to go straight to my room as He handed Master-Sir the key. That again told me He was told something. He would park the van and bring our luggage up immediately.

In the room, it was wonderful. A mid-story building, 12 floors. The type of hotel used for convention and business meetings. So you have a larger living area, wet bar, small kitchen. Separate bedroom and a full bathroom. Even with the room heat turned up, my nipples felt that cold air and became rock hard as i got naked. Master-Sir was kind, even with the heat turned up, it was still cold. So He allowed me to wear booties as I unpacked the carry-on bags. He called my former Boss/Dom to tell Him we were here. They said they would arrange dinner for us, so don’t plan anything! He made it a point to make sure that I knew that I needed to make sure Jackson was “taken care of”.

The Introduction

It really doesn’t matter that i have been a slave for over 15 years and have given blowjobs to literally thousands of strange men, i still get nervous at this point. Growing up, I had my share of being turned down for many things. Being told “No” for a variety of reasons,. Mostly because I am FAT. I know that! I deal with it every day. That feeling of rejection never goes away.

Yes, men are sexual creatures and they want sex often. But they also want it with women who please them in looks first, skills are second or third. For me, not being a beautiful creature, to ask a very handsome man who I believe (yes, my thoughts) can get sex from just about any woman, if I can suck His cock, is not an easy thing to do.

In a case like this, it starts with His first reaction to seeing me naked in the hotel room as He brings in the bags. I am waiting to serve Him and I need to see the facial response to tell me His thoughts.

Master Sir usually has an idea to calm my nerves and it’s usually like this: Having me naked and kneeling in a room, alone, gets them to say “Yes” 99% of the time. With Mr Jackson being in the know, He will be expecting something, which makes it a little easier. Especially now that He has seen me dressed, he knows it’s not going to be too sexy naked. But I will think He would appreciate the gift I offer. Regardless, I never know until He sets eyes on the gift and that is what always scares me. But we will cross that bridge soon.

I am kneeling at the foot of the bed when I hear Master Sir opening the door and welcoming Mr Jackson in. I hear Him and the luggage cart. Master Sir stopped Him and spoke to Him, but I have no idea what was said. But I can imagine it will be about the cash part of His tip. I am sure Master-Sir has already handed Him His cash tip.

Jackson pulls the cart into the room, smiles when He sees me and say “hello” to me as He unloads the cart and i tell Him where to put the bags. Then when he is done, He is standing in front of me with a unsure smile.

This is where I take over and come up with a witty way to proceed. I take a deep breath and I smile at Him. “Thank you Mr Jackson for helping with my bags. I appreciate you doing that for me. As a token of my thanks, I would be delighted if you could allow me to offer you a nice blowjob as my way of saying thank you.” Then I smile and wait for the response.

In this case, He was ready. Mr Jackson stood in front of me and unzipped His trousers just as I finished asking for permission. I asked Him to please sit down so that I can remove them. A proper blow job is with Him sitting, relaxing, letting me do the “work”. He easily smiled and agreed.

Removing His pants then His underwear, I was not accurate about the trimming. He was nicely trimmed around His cock. Not as well as on top, but better than most men. His cock was gorgeously nice(?). Stood straight, about 5 inches or so and it was a proud monster waving at me. He had a little wetness on the tip. As I started to swallow His cock, I felt His cold hands on my saggy tits than on my erect nipples causing Him to give off a slight moan as I moaned myself at the feel of His cold hands..

As I rode His cock with my mouth, He decided to lay back on the bed and just enjoy the feelings. I would feel His hands on my head occasionally, but nothing to worry about. His moans were what was fun to hear as I felt the build-up. Then He grabbed my head and held me as I felt Him pulsate and fill my mouth with His creamy reward.

I swallowed and I licked as I moaned in my happiness. After I felt the last load shoot, I stayed on His cock, feeling His hands leave my head as I heard Him mumble about being right. When His cock died down, I gave it one last lick then pulled His underwear back on, fixed His pants, kissed His feet, and thanked Him as I knelt back into position, licking my lips.

He sat up, smiled, fixed His hair as He stood up. I stayed kneeling. He bent down to look at me and told me “He was right. That was an amazing blowjob”. Smiling, I thanked Him again and told Him I was here for him. I walked Him out to the main room where Master Sir was sitting in a chair reading while drinking a soft drink. He looked at Jackson and asked Him if the tip was enough? He smiled, thanked us for the tips, saying He was looking forward to my stay and had hoped that I/we liked the accommodations. With that, He walked out.

Once Mr Jackson was out of the room, Master Sir looked at me then told me that indeed, Mr. Jackson was well informed of what was going to be offered to Him and that the smile on His face when he left made my Owner proud. The very words I live to hear. My Owner was proud of His slave.

Returning to Life as I Know It

December 3, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

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

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!

The flight

November 8, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Well, this new journey is starting and i have been nothing but a bundle of raw nerves. Thanks to my Owner and His every desire to keep me on my slave toes. Since this started to happen and I started to get scatterbrained and nervous, He made it a point ot have a few friends come over for dinner, drinks, some conversation. Maybe work on the car or sit by the fire pit next to the pool. Keep me silent. Then the guests would use me for their cum dump. be rough and demanding as possible. Then once done using me, send me back to finish my chores as they returned to talk with my owner. Keeping my head where it needed to be, as His property, His slave.

Saturday morning came and i was up much earlier than normal because I just couldn’t sleep. Too many things on my mind about the trip, my family and how can i do this to my Owner without any sure end date or plan? It’s just open to the whims of my family member and medical science. Yet, he is playing along with it all.

Edit: I am sorry for being so mysterious, But Master-Sir thinks its for the best right now.

Plus I needed to make sure everything was ready for my trip. To make sure everything was set up for my Master-Sir when He returns home without me. Normally when i pack for a trip, I need to make sure Master-Sir has plenty of clothing to wear for different things. For me, I pack maybe two outfits since I will be naked a majority of the time. This trip I need to pack for me to be in public often as well as being in the cold, winters of Chicago and wherever else I need to go. Master-Sir allowed me to pack more than one bag of clothing and necessities.

Master Chase agreed to take us to the airport, so I needed to remember to fix breakfast for two Masters. Thankfully, I put notes all over the house to remind me what to do. Yes, I was that scattered in my thoughts. After feeding my men and being allowed to get ready, Master Chase came to my room for one more blowjob before allowing me to get dressed and finish packing my carryon bag that was to include my large stainless steel butt plug.

I’m being serious, what I just wrote is about all I remember of the morning until we got to the airport and at security. The butt plug was in my carry on and it was setting off the alarms. Master-Sir had already passed and was standing outside the perimeter smiling at the noise and at my startled look. I knew it was going to happen, but until it does, you just deal with it.

Having to show the security lady was not as bad as I thought. Thankfully it was a lady and it was not anything serious once she saw what it was, then she looked at my red face. I’m not sure if she was just bored or what, but she motioned for me to go thru a second inspection behind a panel. There, I raised my skirt to show her i had nothing to hide because i was not wearing any panties or a bra. I felt sorry for her to see that, but she wanted the second inspection. She smiled as she had me repack my bag and told me to enjoy the trip as i was allowed to rejoin my Owner.

After that, Master-Sir became the Owner and was not really kind. We walked to the nearest family bathroom where He ordered me to use the bathroom if i needed to now because, as he tells me in that master-ly voice of His, that once He puts it in, it was not coming out we get to the hotel 5 hours away. He had me stick into my pussy until i was happy that it was wet enough to go in the other hole. then i bent over and held onto the edge of the sink as Master Sir made sure I knew it was going in. He held it firmly to my ass as my ring muscle started to let it in. Then He commanded me to push back against it to get it in quickly.

After biting my lips to avoid screaming as I felt it lodge itself into my ass. He pulled on it to make sure it was firmly in place and that it wasn’t coming out easily!

I knelt to the floor, kissed His boots then gave Him a blowjob as my Thank You for being such a wonderful and caring Master. For me, having His wonderful hard cock and swallowing its reward was a wonderful thing. it was also probably going to be the last meal i will be allowed to have until we are in Chicago. (it was)

The Flight

Master-Sir took the window seat because i was sure i was going to sleep most of the way if I was allowed that privilege. And I was. Master-Sir likes to watch the clouds and the landing. Listen to His podcasts and just zone out in flight. He is strange that way! He put a blanket over us so that He could play with me on occasion to break up the boredom! it kept me from getting any solid sleep, but I do enjoy having His hands on my tits and His long fingers in my pussy when we fly. It gives me a lot of comfort.

Not much else to say. The onboard movie was some silly Disney flick, so that was of no interest to either of us. The flight was uneventful other than having to wear those darn masks the entire flight. At the airport, the hotel van and driver was already there. The driver, He told us His name was Jackson. He actually came to find us, then introduced Himself. A tall strapping young man who looked sharp in his sport coat with the shiny name badge.

He really looked like He belonged at the Bellagio or the Chicago Hilton, some fancier hotel than where we were going. He looked to be about his mid-twenties, dark, short hair, everything was prim and proper, it looked like it was all just pressed and clean. or that he just came from the barber right there at the airport! His hair was neat, trimmed without a strand out of place. not a babyface, but it looked so smooth I wanted to pinch His cheeks. my mind then went to think about what His cock must looked like. Probably as well-trimmed down there as He was on top. My mind just does that when I meet men!

I loved it when He spoke. He was so firm and right to the point of whatever He had to say or ask. No-nonsense as He asked Sir about the flight and if He had all our bags. Yes, He spoke mostly to my Owner, so I was getting a good feeling He may be clued in on my stay or that He was going to get to know me better later. He immediately walked us to the van. I was actually expecting to see others for the ride. But we were it.

I was right. My Owner was talking to Him and He told us that my former Boss/Dom had talked to Him personally, since he was head of the concierge, he needed to know who was coming in and that I was to be there for a couple of weeks courtesy of a higher-up territory manager. He already made sure that we were checked in and that my room was ready. He also made mention that “I” can call on HIM anytime for anything as He smiled at me in the rearview mirror. I took that to mean He was told to expect a special bonus for His tip.

My Owner assured Him that I was not going to be much of a bother while staying at the hotel. Family issues will keep me busy, and once in my room, I was there for the night. BUT. My Owner would appreciate anything that Jackson could do to make sure that i was well cared for once he leaves. “No Problem there Sir” was Jackson’s response!

Riding in the van, I was happy to see the skyline that was my home so long ago. Master-Sir had allowed me to be able to contact a friend or two while here and maybe have a guest over to the hotel or to go out with them some time. I was looking forward to maybe seeing my old boss or at least my old office. So many emotions on this one drive.

Yes, I was home. A different home than when I left. but it was still where it all began for me. it was also fricking cold!! I forgot what that dry cold felt like!! Master-Sir told me to call my parents to let them know that I have arrived and that we are heading to the hotel. I am here and I am safe.