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!