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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.

This was more of an “I need to fuck something, and since I own your holes, I want to use you” type of a fuck. 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.”

He was fucking me just for the purpose of getting off. He talked, “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, 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.

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 the first taste of my Master’s 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)

What Happened?

April 3, 2024 / slave / 0 Comments

Some of you may be wondering what happened to me. Last month, without any notice, I suddenly signed off on Fetlife, and then my Blog went dark.

Now I pop up back here. So I am sure some of you are probably wondering, “WTF” (maybe not)

So here is what happened

Last month, my Owner suffered a stroke while working from home. His new girlfriend, Miss Amy, was there and heard Him crashing on the coffee table in the living room.

She called 911, and then she called me. My Boss/dom took me to the hospital. His Boss and the Boss’s Wife were already there. Master-Sir was still in the ER. His Boss took my phone and had his wife call the family. I was not able to comprehend all that was happening, but I knew they needed to know.

Once Master left the ER and rested in a room, they allowed me to see Him. But that was all. I lost it several times, and apparently, I passed out once from seeing Him and all the machines He was attached to.

They told me He had lost feeling and sensation in His left side and probably would have speech problems, but they needed to wait until morning to start any serious evaluations.

So they said to go home. They would stay in touch if necessary.

Miss Amy took me home. We both curled up on the couch, and she let me cry into her shoulder for a while. We tried to watch a movie while trying to answer calls from family and friends. Somewhere along the line, I fell asleep.

I woke to the doorbell ringing. I realized it was late, and Miss Amy had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom.

Looking at the doorbell camera, I saw it was my owner’s older brother, Kevin. He had apparently caught the first flight out of Chicago the minute he got the call.

Opening the door, He smiled and grabbed me as I fell into His arms, crying—tears of fear and joy. Seeing Him, a friendly face, was what I needed.

Six months ago, Kevin was still thinking I was the devil incarnate and was the lead man in His family’s hatred toward me. The fat chick who somehow conned their son into marrying me.

That was until he figured out who I am and his brother’s lifestyle. Now, he is my friend, and he is educating himself to become a worthy Dom.

After getting back into the house and closing the door, I knelt on the floor to properly welcome him into the house. He had me look up at Him, holding my chin.”Your Owner told me the last time I was here that you were to obey any command I gave as if it came from Him. Is that still true?”

With tear-filled eyes and a smile, I answered the affirmative.

I know how awful this sounds, but for a slave like me, that was music to my ears. I needed someone strong to keep me going, keep me focused, and run my life. Otherwise, I would go crazy trying to decide for my Master/Husband.

I am a slave; I know that I was born to serve the men I respect and to obey my Owner and anyone He designates to use me.

Master’s brother was almost identical to Him. He was tall, strong, and well-built. Since realizing who I was, his dominant side has come out. And I liked that. Right now, I needed that.

Miss Amy stepped out of the bedroom to see who it was. I made the proper introductions, and then she went back to bed.

He looked at me. “Good, I’ve been dreaming of a blowjob and some sleep, in that order,” He grabbed my hair and had me crawl behind him up to the Master Bedroom.

He may be a new Dom, but he can be polite like his brother. He asked if I objected to him sleeping in the big bed. I did not. He then told me that I was allowed to sleep with Him. I smiled and thanked Him.

I knelt at the side and waited. He got naked and climbed under the covers. I had to tell Him I didn’t enter the bed without permission. He smiled as I saw His cock get hard at those words. Or maybe it was already getting hard. “Bitch, get in bed”. I did as commanded.

He held me tight, grabbing one of my nipples, saying he would handle what needed to be handled. For me to not worry about anything. With that, He pushed my head under the blankets and my mouth onto His hard cock.

I keep thinking how bad this sounds, but I needed that. Even if I was happily giving His brother a blowjob while my Owner lays in a hospital bed with tubes and monitors attached. I am doing what I was meant to do: to serve. I was hopefully making my Owner proud. And I was enjoying the feeling of His cock.

Soon, He held the back of my head as He filled my mouth with my reward. His cum was warm and delicious! I held Him in my mouth until soft. When I popped out from the covers, he was already asleep. I curled up next to Him and fell asleep as well.

My usual routine is to wake Master up with a fresh cup of coffee, then take his cock and swallow His morning stream. Besides the cup of coffee, his brother wanted to be left alone as he got ready.

I fixed breakfast for the two of them. After serving them, I knelt on the floor between them as they ate and talked, ignoring me while hand-feeding me their scraps.

His younger brother and the parents will be in town shortly. Miss Amy said she would move into my bedroom for the next few days, and his brother could have the guest room. The parents (who still hate me) will stay at a hotel close to the hospital. That problem is solved.

The younger brother Jerry was already at the hospital, and the parents were checking into the hotel. He was a wonderful sight to see. He is a little shorter and not as well built—more of an office nerd type of build. Still cute!

Jerry has known I was a slave for a couple of years now but promised to keep it quiet. He kissed me and hugged me. Holding me as we walked into the room my Master was in. I needed that moral support.

The parents came in, said hello to the brothers, gave me a cordial “hello,” got an update on their son, and then left to find something to eat.

Master Kevin and Master Jerry asked me to stop the blog for now. I smiled. Master Jerry looked at me and smiled, “It’s not your decision, is it?” Nope. I’m just the slave!

Not knowing where this was going and whether I would want to open it to the world gave me one less thing to think/worry about.

But the response in the emails and Fetlife was beautiful and unexpected. Your love, comments, and well wishes told me I needed to keep it going—not only for my sanity but also because I had real friends who cared for me and really wanted to know how it was all going.

Master Kevin and Master Jerry decided to reopen the blog and wanted me to refresh it. I want to relive the good times I had on my journey, remember where it all began, and really see just how far I have come.

So, please subscribe and leave me your thoughts and comments if you would like to.

Love,

Crystal

The Conversation: Part Two

November 9, 2023 / slave / 0 Comments

It was interesting to have my Owner’s older brother figure out His younger brother is a kinky MF’er! So now both His brothers know, but neither one told the other yet…

Once I gave Him that goodnight blowjob, The older brother was hooked! Before we left, He asked if he could stay with us while attending the SEMA convention. He originally planned to stay at a resort and visit us for dinner and events. Of course, Master Sir said, “Hell, Yes!”

SEMA is a huge aftermarket automotive convention here in Las Vegas.

After picking Him up from the airport, we went out to dinner. In a booth in the back of our favorite restaurant, I sat between my men/Master’s. As I expected, he had a thousand questions He wanted answered, but we had to be careful in public, so we talked a little here and there about how He gets to use me for whatever he needs to be done.

We left there and went to our house. As usual, I enter and immediately take off my clothes. Master Kevin stood there and watched with a surprised look on His face. Master informed him, “Slaves are kept naked in my house.” I continued.

Once I was naked, I knelt at His feet and kissed them, welcoming Him into my Owner’s house. For Him, the surprises just keep coming!

Master-Sir made me stand in the middle of the living room as if I were being inspected. I guess I was. My hands were behind my head, and my legs were shoulder-width apart. I was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. That was the rule for the week.

Master-Sir started to explain my body to His brother—my hair, how I like it to be pulled and make me kneel for a blowjob.

My saggy breasts. He can play with them, pinch them, and pull on them. Master-Sir told Him where he could find some nipple clamps and other toys (or ask me to bring them to Him).

Master-Sir rubbed my clit to get me excited and moaning before removing His hand and showing His Brother how best to play with me and not make me cum.

The Brother had a huge smile on His face as His hand reached between my legs to agree with my Owner. I was getting wetter the more they played with me and talked about me, and they also ignored me. He was shocked at how smooth I was.

Master-Sir had me turn around and then bend over; I spread my butt cheeks apart as he talked about the butt plug as well as how to properly fuck a sloppy pussy. (the butt plug helps).

I guess for the humiliation aspect of it, Master-Sir made me hold my ass open a while longer as they talked about other things before I was sent off to get them cold beers.

That’s when he asked about the dog bowls and the dog bed. Both items are for me to use, so Master-Sir explained how I am to be hand-fed.

His brother was shocked by how much this was more than he ever expected. He was only familiar with Master/slave on the Internet or in the movies. He didn’t realize there was this entire world where it is really lived 24/7.

When I returned, the men were sitting on the recliners. I knelt to serve each of their beers before kneeling beside my owner’s chair.

The Brother had a pretty good bulge in His shorts as they talked. Master-Sir told Him to take me into His bedroom and “do something”. The brother grabbed me by the hair and made me crawl to the guest bedroom behind him. The man learns fast!

He began asking me for something, and I politely stopped him. I need to be told, not asked, what he wants. As long as I am not harmed or arrested for it, I will do as he tells me to.

He just wanted to fuck me doggie style and pull my hair as he came. And He did! It was a fun ride as His cock kept going almost all the way out before plunging back into my hole while He pulled my hair.

He kept moaning and saying how wonderful this was. Better than the “skinny bitch I married”.

The faster he went, the harder he fucked. I was into never-never land quickly when I asked Him if “This slave can cum, sir?”. Hearing me ask, I felt His cock seem to grow a little more when He said I could., He wanted to listen to a woman cum. And I did!

As I was coming down from my orgasm, He was already pumping my pussy with His cum. Catching His breath, He started to pull out. So I quickly turned around to suck Him clean. Another shocking moment in His learning curve. I love to lick and clean the wet cock that just fucked me.

Later that night and each night after that, I would finish my evening chores, then go into His room to see if he needed anything or wanted to use me for anything. Apparently, He found he could sleep better after he had a blowjob.

My Owner enjoyed hearing when and how His brother used me.

In the morning, I made breakfast for them both; he liked choosing my clothing for the day and then fucking me doggie style before allowing me to get dressed. I had noticed that every day, he got better and took longer to cum. <smiles>

Usually, I am supposed to wear a butt plug to work. However, with all that I am doing at the office to prepare for the F1 race, I am doing a lot of walking and moving around. Wearing a Butt Plug would make that more complex and awkward. So, He allowed me to go without this week.

The Brother would ride with me to work, then catch the monorail to the convention center. Like my Owner, He liked me to drive with my top open or down and my boobs on display until we got close to my work.

After work, He liked to watch me strip as I entered Master-Sir’s office then slap my ass as he commanded “Get the men’s dinner started”. He tried to sound like some master from a horrible pornHub video! It was so cute!

Every night, He had me type up some notes he made at the show for his job. I also answered some of His business emails for him. He and my Owner sat and talked or watched television. He really liked that part! He was really getting into having this all-purpose-made/slave at His beck and call!

Master-Sir would offer me to Him to lay on the couch and worship His cock while watching a game or talking about life. He enjoyed that as He also played with my boobs, pinching my nipples and then not allowing me to have an orgasm. (Grr..)

Friends came to visit, and occasionally, I was casually led out of the room for them to use me. When we had food delivery, I gave the delivery man a blow job as if he was expecting it (He was).

The Brother was always amazed at how we lived like this without any problems, That a woman could enjoy being “used like this” and not feel abused or offended.

( we had several of those conversations about submission and how I actually craved it) It was indeed a full-time, 24/7 life for us.

He often commented on how a woman like myself was so comfortable in my body and myself that I was so happy being naked as I was serving them drinks, getting fucked, or Him beating my ass just because He wanted to.

I enjoyed being in silent mode. It gave them time to catch up on life and family matters and be honest about certain family issues. He spent a lot of time talking about his 15-year marriage and how/why it failed (communication).

He said that he would make sure to make the family be a little more hospitable when we visit. Master-Sir would tell their other brother it’s okay to talk to the other brother and have open communication between the three of them. There would be no secrets anymore.

On the final night, He finally took my last hole. Even Master-Sir was surprised That He waited until the end to fuck my ass.

Looking back, it was comical. After an enema, I knelt at the edge of the bed, waiting for directions. He snapped His fingers as He pointed to the bed. Telling me He wanted my head down, ass up. I loved how easily He now commanded me!

He started to fuck my pussy for lubricant as he was debating if he/how he should. As I felt Him pull out, I smiled. When I felt the head of His cock on my tight hole, He stopped for a moment. I started to beg and cheer Him on. “Yes, Yes, Please Sir”

That’s what it took. He pushed straight in, groaning as He pushed all of His cock into my tight hole till I felt His balls hit my pussy. He needed to catch His breath as I howled a little to get the pain out as I thanked Him.

He finally called me “Bitch slave” as he was proud of Himself, just pushing Himself to the hilt. Not having to ask permission and not worrying about my comfort. He did ask me if I was ready for more. (Hell Yes Sir)

As with other Anal Virgins. He was very vocal about how tight it felt and how they wished they could have this more often. Calling me Bitch slave as he pulled in and out with force, not slowing down until he started to cum. Telling me, “Take it all, slave.” I smiled as I was also on the cusp of an orgasm. I was hearing him act like He was a real Dom!

The following morning, one more blowjob, then off to the airport. Master-Sir reminded Him that he was welcome back anytime. And anytime, I am His to use.

I smiled and kissed Master-Sir for giving me the honor to serve Him/them.

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 Kenny 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 walking from 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 make sure everything is put back in place before heading down to help our Mom with breakfast. You even beat our sister down there. You help prep and do the cleanup. Worst of all, the thing that pisses the family off, 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, before 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 of asking for permission to use the bathroom quietly. Right? You return, and you lean in to whisper something to my brother. I’m assuming you are thanking him for letting you 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 commando, shaved smooth, and probably pretty wet. Go for it.”

He looked at his brother, then at 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,”

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.I could feel the palm of his hand resting on my baby-smooth mound.

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. Lying 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, Jerry, 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 Jerry 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 see Him speak 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 do know that when we meet again, I will be introduced as His slave.

Nothing happened sexually. He just never stopped looking at my 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 brother had an occasion to attend to. 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 a 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 by 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, other times, 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. He occasionally took food from His plate and hand-fed 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 would I 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 with my sister in her hotel suite. Being alone allowed her to talk more freely and openly. The wine she drank helped that!.

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 had 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 remained popular with her college friends.

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. I obeyed him without understanding why. Now I understand why.

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, being 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

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. Was he 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 having breakfast at our favorite place. He was staring out the windshield, driving. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other 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 so I’d 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, according to 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 almost 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 himself, without being able to discuss it with her. Making him clueless about 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 a family with an agenda that ultimately benefits their needs, emotions, and 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 the 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 will 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!

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