Oh My God. Life is such a wonderful thing and I love having a Master who lets me live it and a brother who let me express it. But now I feel so alone and empty.
Its only been a few hours since I left him at the airport and I still feel empty and sad.
Being the wonderful Owner that He is, Master-Sir gave me a hard ass beating after dinner trying to help me get out of my funk. but it really didn’t help…. He is so thoughtful
It was a wonderful week and I really was out it for a few days afterward. We had a lot of fun and had some great conversations like we never had before. And we were close growing up. But now, its even better. I seem closer to Him. Not sure how to explain it.
My Week
I met him at the airport and gave him a big old hug. He wouldn’t let me take his bag, saying its not my job (wanna bet??) As agreed, I was in a sundress, nothing too revealing. I was allowed to wear a bra and panties.
I drove him down the Strip, I got him home and showed him his room, how I put out the towels, some shaving and bathing supplies than went and got him a cold tea. We sat on the patio and we talked.
Master-Sir came home, I served him a drink, He took my chair and I sat at his feet. leaning almost on his lap. It felt so wonderful. That’s how it was most of the week. When together it was on the patio, me sitting on the floor next to my Owner and often sitting between them.
I so wanted to get naked every time I walked into the house or sat next to my Owner. But I promised my Brother “no naked slave”.
We went out for a nice dinner. Had a great time talking. Two gentlemen at my sides!! I felt so special and happy I could say Master-Sir out loud in front of my brother. he smiled each time He heard me say it.
My Owner arranged for me to have all the days off from work. Except for Thursday I had my usual domestic service duties. That’s the day I go to my Boss’s house and clean it. At least I would have one day as a naked slave with a chance of being used.
My Boss/Dom did just that. He came home for lunch, I made him a nice sandwich, and afterward, He used me hard and dirty on the kitchen floor. Than spanked me before sending me back to cleaning, smiling, and horny for more.
Master-Sir did set my brother up with the roommate of his girlfriend. So he had some female companionship and maybe give us some time alone!! And it worked for one night at least.
Thankfully I was allowed to sleep with my Master every night. As I had thought, He made me use my bathroom in the garage, not His for anything. Thankfully my Bother never noticed or ask about it when I passed through the house.
My brother made me play tourist. I never was a tourist in Las Vegas. So this was nice to see the town I live in, as other people get to see it. Walk the strip, have some drinks, play a few dollars, see a show and watch the other goofy tourists as my Brother filled me with a 1000 questions about me, my life, my needs to be used and to serve.
Reality Sets In
With Master-Sirs permission, I showed him some of the toys, my collar, the paddles, and floggers. Pointed out the hooks in the ceiling, the cross that is hidden and other kinky things. He just took it all in and wanted to know more.
He asked about the swing club, I agreed we would go there. But by now, the butterflies were coming back. I told him he may have to swallow a little brotherly pride. I may stay dressed or at least into my bra and panties, but there are a couple of men that I serve there. Oral sex, suck cock, and let them play with my tits. I am not allowed to hide in a closed room there… He just may have to see me naked. My face turned red telling him this, but he had to know and He smiled.
We went. Thank goodness He was the good brother and stayed in the common area, but his date was fascinated by me and she kept hunting me down to see what I was up to. They went into a room a couple of times, but she just kept finding me.
Although I got to serve as His slave, I need to admit how strange it was being dressed all the time. I have always imagined that I could maybe be ok, if I were naked around my family. Maybe that ultimate taboo or just the fact that I have accepted my place at the feet of my master and not care who knows or who sees.
For my brother I stayed dressed and was allowed to sit on the furniture most of the time. I was allowed to eat like a normal person. No hand fed scraps or eating from the dog bowl. I was actually missing that feeling. I wanted to be fed by my Owner. Its His sign of love for His slave. But ti was still nice to sit with my Brother, talk like real people and still serve them as a slave with the meal and the dishes…
My brother did admit He will miss me. And miss having his bed made and having his clothes cleaned and having his breakfast waiting…
Master-Sir spent some time with him doing men things. Work in the garage, go to a girlie club, watch a game or two… Blah, Blah Blah..
Master-Sir promised him that we would visit this winter for a holiday. Not looking forward to the cold, but i would like to see the family again..
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