Spending several weeks dealing with my family was, of course, important and my being there was needed for them and for me. Plus it’s always nice to see my family and to connect back with old friends. Wishing that I could do it more often. However, the truth came out to me as I returned to my real life. I really missed being here. Being in my Owner’s home serving His needs.

I know that my Boss/Dom did His best to fill in for my Owner while He was not there for me and I was used a lot by Him and by Mr. Jackson. But it’s not the same. To be at the feet of the one who Owns me and to know that THIS is where I belong is a feeling i never knew before meeting Him. To be wanting something that bad

Yes, I know, some of you will say that it what love is. Yes, I missed the man i love and who loves me. For me, it’s not like Husband and wife Love or Boyfriend/girlfriend love. But it’s deeper. I wanted to be back here serving HIM. Not just being here with Him. I needed to be here, in His home serving Him. Being used by Him for his pleasures. Not serving other peoples pleasure’s. I missed kneeling before Him as He scraped His food scraps into my bowl and told me “That’s Your Dinner” as He walked away. I loved to eat what He left me. I love being naked as His slave, waiting for His permission to get dressed for work then getting His permission to wear what he liked.

It was difficult when my family asked me if I missed my “Husband”? I wanted so bad to tell them “YES! I miss my Owner and here are the reasons why!!” I do know a few times my answer was “Yes, I miss my Master” but thankfully it was in a crowded room and noise drowned it out. My brother is the one who told me He heard me say it a couple of times! OOps.

One night Master-Sir sent me a text telling me to sleep on the floor. With all the bedding to keep me warm. I did as He ordered. All alone in my hotel room. I got on the hard cold floor and curled up in the sheets and I think I had my best sleep of the entire trip. On the hard floor. Why? Because that’s where my Owner told me to sleep.

Master Owns Me and Loves Me

I have a Master who knows when I need the tight leash and when I need to be let free a little. When He came back to Chicago to be with me then to take me home, I was on pins and needles as He texted me the entire trip. telling me when I could get dressed and get ready to pick Him up at the airport. He had me live chat Him so He could see what I was going to wear and see if I was shaved properly. Then I showed Him what I looked like dressed and He gave me His approval.

Riding in the hotel van to the airport with Mr. Jackson driving, Master-Sir made sure I told Him that I was sitting bare naked on a towel on the seat. And that Mr Jackson did or did not want one last blowjob before coming inside the airport (He did). Then on the ride back to the hotel, I was allowed to kneel on the floor of the van with my head in Master-Sir’s lap, feeling His hands on my head or across my boobs and listen as Mr Jackson gave Him a report on how I was and if I behaved for him (I did).

But all of that was just a tease. Once we flew back to Las Vegas and I finally got to get naked in the garage before entering the house, my entire body and mind just went soft. I felt so relaxed and happy. Joyous is a better term. I entered the house with a great bit of pride and happiness because I knew THATS where I belonged. That’s where I call home. I could not Kiss Master-Sir’s feet enough thanking him for allowing me to return and to serve Him. I could not wait to get to work to make sure the house is like He always wants it. And to finally hear those words “Good slave”

I am Owned. I know I owned and I love being Owned.