This thanksgiving was certainly one to remember! 

First off, all that week, my Brother and my Younger sister were both here. The sister that learned who I was by stalking me on Fetlife! 

It was nice to be able to actually sit down with her and talk about finding the right Master and how to be prepared for Him when you do find him.

She had asked my Owner before coming here if I could at least be covered in a robe or something.  Not nude, topless is ok. She just isn’t ready for the full-on nude sister serving. And He agreed.

When she was around, I wore an open robe, or a lingerie set that at least covered part of me.  She had no issue with topless.  I understood her concerns and I enjoyed the feeling of some clothing in the house again!

The first morning they were here, I was waking up my Owner like I normally do. After taking His morning stream, he told me to wash my mouth out and go wake my Brother up the proper way.

I smiled and thanked Him as I ran down to my bathroom, washed my mouth out then entered the guest room, on my knees, crawling up to His bed and pulling back the sheets.  He was already waking up when He saw me and smiled.

He rolled on His back, as I saw His cock was already starting to get hard and tall as I worked my way between His legs and took Him into my mouth. Tell Him why my Master sent me to Him, and if He approved, this would be a morning ritual.

He told me to thank my owner as He pulled on my hard nipples.  He agreed that a morning blowjob would be a nice way to wake up every morning.

And so, I did. After Master-Sir was taken care of in the morning and before I made them all breakfast, I woke my Bother up with a blowjob.

 I was worried about Him not feeling right about it too soon after His wife/sub death.  But He told me it’s exactly what He needed to start moving on. Some reassurance from a friendly slave helps. 

It was nice to feel Him in my mouth again and to know He’s ok with it still. I was His first since she passed away and it didn’t take Him long to give me my reward. I enjoyed swallowing every drop.

For Thanksgiving, Master’s Boss agreed to host a “orphan’s thanksgiving”. Meaning those we work with that have no family here to celebrate with, are invited to celebrate with us.

They are swingers and they have an executive style house with plenty of room. Since this would be a mixed group, us kinky folk promised to use the upstairs for any of our needs and desires. Away from the vanillas!

The couple who owns the Pizza Pub we frequent had all their kids shipped off to relatives, so they joined us.  The wife, who is a slave, she and I were volunteered to clean the house and get it ready the night before.

For a reminder, I call my Owner’s Boss, “The Boss” and His wife is “The Wife”. Their studly son who was our pool man, I call “The Son”.  

My sister was there simply to observe and enjoy the show.  And what a show it was. She thought it was interesting how we slaves were never consulted, we were just told that we would be there to clean the house. 

No comment, no conversation. It didn’t matter if we liked the assignment or not. It was our duty to get naked and ask where they wanted us to start. After that, we were not allowed to speak unless it was necessary. Doing as we were told.

Apparently, there is something erotic about seeing a naked woman, on her hands and knees with her boobs almost to the floor, as she uses a rag and a bucket to wash the floors. 

Because every time either one of us was in that position, one of the men watching came up to stop us and fucked us.  There was no warning or words. They just came to us, took what they wanted, they filled one of our holes, got cleaned off then walked away smiling and leaving us with another new mess to lick up.

Thanksgiving day, we two slaves were dressed properly for the occasion: short skirts, white blouses, and holiday aprons. I was allowed to wear a bra since my top was somewhat transparent. But you could still see it was a black bra.

At least two of my holes were easy to get to if needed. And they were. Several times I was walked upstairs to be used, usually a pussy fuck or blowjob. Then, I returned to the kitchen with a nice smile on my face.

The Wife always had a smile when she saw us return from being used. 

We slaves, although in public we were called by our real names, were there to serve. To make sure the plates were full, the tables cleaned up and the drinks always filled.

The Wife made the meal then spent the rest of the time watching over the slave help.  Both of us enjoyed being used like that.  Letting the others relax, enjoy the friendship and not be bothered with anything.

Isn’t that why you have slaves?

It was nice to see my old boss, my current boss as well. They both took a liking to my sister. Especially when they realized what she was wanting to find.  A Master.

Neither one of them took her home or anything. But she enjoyed the feeling of being wanted and being able to discuss her desires and to have her questions answered by a dominant male with the same mindset in real life.

Both of us slaves were told to properly thank our hostess for allowing us to serve her and the guests.  She had a nice pussy with a small, well-trimmed bush.  She was tough to get off, but with two slaves working our tongues in her very wet pussy, we finally got her off to several orgasms before she sent us home.

Before we took my Brother and sister to the airport, my Brother finally bent me over the breakfast bar and fucked my pussy while pulling my hair (yum!!).  I think we both needed that as we both had rocking orgasms (with permission) and worked up a nice sweat.  

I enjoyed sucking His cock clean and getting Him properly dressed just as our sister was coming down the stairs.

Yes, all three of us hugged and cried as they walked into the security cue and flew back home. It turns out that my sister has stayed in contact with my old Boss. Nothing serious so far, but they are talking.

Now it’s on to New Year’s Eve and the Super Bowl.

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday for those who celebrate it.