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 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 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. đ
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 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 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. As He occasionally took food from His plate and hand-feed 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 I would 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 at her hotel suite until late in the evening, talking. 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 has 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 stayed popular with her friends from college.
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. But now I know that I was born a slave, so it makes sense.
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, benign 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
BS