My Owner is an amazing man. I know, I have said that a thousand times and it still has great meaning to me. He is an amazing man and a wonderful Owner. I am blessed to have Him Own me..
Even before we left Las Vegas for Chicago, the family drama had started and it was getting worse by the minute. You would think people would pause their silly pettiness for a day or two to honor a special man in their lives who has died. But I guess not…
Master-Sir’s father had called Him several times to warn Him of awaits Him in Chicago. Together, they worked out a way to defuse some of the drama and tension in the family. The sore point of all of this? His Uncle, the man my Owner said was His greatest influence growing up (next to His father) and meant the world to Him to call Him a friend and mentor, had died. Uncle Sir had left His Home to the care of my Owner.
It was left to Him on what to do with it. Master-Sir had the rights and the options to do with it as he wanted. Keep it? Sell it and keep the money? Sell it and divide the proceeds with the family? The answers to those questions and more is what drove the family crazy and why they were attacking and trying to manipulate my Owner…
They all were upset that they were not the ones he left it to. They were the ones who They thought he trusted and loved the most. They were all mad because it was left to a man they knew abandoned them and moved 1800 miles two decades ago. Nobody knew what He was going to do but they knew what he should do and it was not sharing it with the other members of the family, just them.
After a few hours and numerous conversations over phone and chat, I started to ignore the conversation unless Master-Sir needed my input for some strange reason.
When we arrived in Chicago, my former Master had once again been the kind sweetheart and put us into a really nice suite hotel not far from the neighborhood Uncle -Sir grew up in and called his home.
Almost from the moment we landed, word got around that Master-Sir was in town and the family started again to call Him to talk about the will. More to talk about the house. It was in the family for almost 100 years. It was paid for and kept in excellent condition. It was old, but Uncle-Sir loved to keep it updated with modern appliances and electronics. It was a relic disguising a modern inside!
Master-Sir’s father had changed the locks and sealed the house up immediately after getting the news that His brother had died. He knew the family would start hunting to see who got what and why.
Master-Sir’s parents met us at the hotel, they let us check-in, get washed up before joining us for what I had hoped would be a quiet dinner. Master-Sir allowed the bellman to take our bags and He let me just wash up, change clothes before we went down for dinner. “The Bags Can Wait,” He told me. I smiled at that idea!
I do need to say, the entire time we had been on this journey, Master-Sir had been very patient, kind and quiet. He has allowed me to be His lady on His arm and not so much the slave. A role I love to play on rare occasion. This is one of those occasions where I just want Him to be Him. Not to worry about roles, rules or anything. Just do what He needs to do to feel ok.
His parents are wonderful people. Old fashioned. They lived int he same neighborhood almost their entire lives as well as their families. It’s that old world, Mom is the caretaker and dad the main breadwinner and the ruler of the house. Almost everyone in the neighborhood has lived there their entire lives and their parents were from the same area as well. It was almost like their own little colony.
His father talked about the last days of His brother. The family drama and the plans for the funeral. Including the reading of the will that pretty much everyone already knows the main details. Master-Sir gets the house, the immediate family has 30 days to get what the want out of the house in a pecking order decided by age and family blood!
Master-Sir had already taken several calls from family members who wanted to talk to Him about other family members who may try to get control of the house and other assets. Master-Sir just listened for a minute or two, thanked them, then hung up after telling them they will see each other at the funeral. I know He had already talked to His attorney back in las Vegas as well as the one in charge of the estate here.
Tonite is the first time in a long time that I had seen my owner drink heavy. More than normal and more than I know He is comfortable with. But we were with His father and talking sensitive issues. They both lost someone important to them.
As we were enjoying the dessert tray, Master-Sir’s cousin Tony walked into the restaurant and asked to sit down with Us. Master-sir agreed and was glad to see Him. They were always good friends and family. Never a bad word between them. That’s when Master-Sir’s parents decided to leave. They were emotionally drained from it all. With the funeral was in the morning, we all needed a little rest.
I always liked Tony. He was a smart kid. had a lot of ideas and had plans to have a better life. He was always smiling and always friendly to me. He also loved looking at my cleavage and hoping to see more of me. Master-Sir always laughed about that. He knew I did not usually wear panties and loved when He came to Las Vegas and could see me without a bra on. He smiled and blushed a little. But always said kind words to me.
He and my owner always seemed to play around. Both loved to shoot pool and challenge each other with games of knowledge. Master-Sir had moved us to the bar. I sat quietly as they talked and drank. Tony never talked about the family drama, the infighting and all that. He talked about what he was up to, what He thought about how His father lived His life and how it ended quickly without much suffering. He asked about us, Las Vegas. What’s new. It was a great little conversation without any drama or tears. We toasted to the life of a great man.
Master-Sir then stopped the conversation. Looked at Tony and started down a path even I didn’t see coming. He asked Tony if he enjoyed staring “at my wife’s tits?” He was always looking. “I want the truth. Do You Enjoy Looking at My Wife’s Tits?” He used the word “wife” and that concerned me. I knew this was all about family and being proper, but Master-Sir emphasized the word “wife”.
Master-Sir went on to say He always knew Tony liked seeing my tits and His smile gave Him away. Tony shuffled His words, but finally said that “Yes I Do!” I smiled as He looked at me. Master-Sir was happy with that answer. He told Tony the reason He always liked Him, was that he never looked down on me when Master-Sir presented me to the family. Other then Uncle-Sir, Master-Sir’s parents, everyone else accepted me, but not in the open arms, loving way that Tony did.
Master-Sir told Him he liked that. He respected that. Tony just thanked Him and was blushing wildly by now. Master-Sir was going to reward Him for that honesty and the fact that he did accept me when others thought I was the low life scum that got Master-Sir tricked into marrying me for some unknown reason. “My wife is now going to take you up to our suite and give you the best fucking blowjob you ever had. Ok?”
Well, that came out of nowhere. I was now committed to giving this family member a world-shattering blowjob? Tony tried to shake it off. Telling him I didn’t have to. But Master-Sir looked at me and I knew I needed to step in, take His hand and walk Him to the elevator. Master-Sir gave me a kiss and a smile with a wink. Tony told me I did not have to do this. He understood His cousin was probably drunk. I told Tony that I wanted to do this and only He could say no. If He did, i would understand and we would go no further. But He needs to know that I love giving a guy a blowjob. he will too if He lets me. He smiled and never said another word as we went into the suite.
He did have a beautiful cock. He did try to get me to not get naked while I only had His pants off. But I fought Him on that. Telling Him I wanted to make sure He could touch me any way He wanted while I sucked his beautiful cock. Unless, of course, my naked body offended him?? He, of course, went for my hanging tits as He laid back smiling. Getting ready to see if I would deliver on my promise.
His cock was nice sized and He was well-groomed. I swallowed it all and kept Him in my mouth as much as I could as I sucked, licked and worked Him up and down. Finally, i felt His hand on my head and the release of His muscles. He filled my mouth with His reward and kept coming as I tried to swallow it all. He was loaded for this! Even with a few beers in Him, He still had wonderful to taste and to hold!
After a few minutes of holding His cock with my lips and enjoying the last spurts, I properly swallowed the last of it before starting to clean the saft and get Him dressed again. All I heard was “WOW!”. He delivered me back to my owner and told Him that it was in fact “The Best BlowJob Ever!!” Master-Sir assured Him He could have one any time He wanted one. Master-Sir than called it a night. Told Tony to take a cab home, not to drink and drive. He did as He was told after kissing me goodnight and thanking me. I told Him I enjoyed and look forward to doing it again!
That night. Master-Sir allowed me to sleep with Him. He held me, kissed me and told me many times that He loved me. He even fucked me!
The following day, the funeral was tough on Him. I tried to hold His hand and to hold Him. the family just would not let it rest on who got what, why and all the sick drama that needed to be left outside. Afterward, the family held a dinner at a favorite restaurant, in the backroom. The finger-pointing, the faults, the “who is really family” started back up. With all eyes on the prize. A well built, completely debt-free home that was one of the oldest in the neighborhood.
Why would a man who lives 1,800 miles away, care about this old house? It was like we were at a raffle for it. with everyone trying to be somewhat friendly yet thinking they will get the prize and not anyone else. Master-Sir kept His cool as well as His quietness until the meal was finished. He stood up, got everyone’s attention and gave a speech few in that room will ever forget.
After talking about seeing old friends, hearing the stories and trying to ignore the drama. He remembered the good times with His Uncle. The neighborhood and the home. He spoke of family and what it meant. Or should mean. He smiled at His father and thanked him for that honor. His father was the man who taught him how to be a man. Afterward, His Uncle carried it forward. His Father’s brother was His other hero. By this point, everyone was tearing up! There was not a dry eye in the room.
Master-Sir then pulled an envelope out from His suit coat. Handed it to Tony and thanked Him. He told Him that talking with His lawyer and a few tax people in Illinois as well as His uncle’s lawyer in charge of the Estate, they came up with a solution to a problem.
The room went silent. The envelope contained what everyone was hoping they would get.
Looking at Tony as He handed Him the envelope. My Owner told him that He had no use for the house. But because of the way it all worked out, He would be responsible for some of the inheritance taxes and other government “Bullshit” if He did anything but sell the house. So instead of inheriting the house, my Owner was going to sell it to Tony.
Working with Master-Sir’s father and the estate lawyer, Tony was to work out a “fair” price to buy the home for and that Master-Sir would finance it if needed. but Tony would be the homeowner lock stock and barrel! The rest of the relatives had thirty days to clean it out. “and I knew you all will clean it out to the walls” He told the room to some who laughed. others gave Him the evil eye.
The reason for all this?
He looked at the room filled with relatives and with a tear in His eyes He told them something that made me finally break down and cry… He told them simply this: ” The reason for my decision to give Tony the house is simple. Painful, yet simple and it comes from the heart of my Father and from my Uncle. The day I traveled from my home in Phoenix Arizona to here. To introduce you all to my new, beautiful bride. Other than my wonderful parents, my favorite Uncle, Tony is the only relative here that openly welcomed her into the family without one question or one snide comment. So Tony, enjoy the house and thank you for the love you offered, my friend!”
Master-Sir was in tears as were His parents and Tony was still stunned….
He is My Master!