This is always the most nerve-wracking part of a trip, the day before. The planning, the packing and then trying to not get too excited that you can’t sleep! It’s been so long since I/We got to see our families and we both are so anxious to leave for the holidays. Even if it means being in snowy, wintery, cold weather for a week!
Master-Sir spent the day wrapping up things for His job and the house. Making sure we have someone who will stop by to check on everything. He made sure my duties as a domestic slave are covered. Nothing will be missed and bills paid, etc… We don’t usually leave for a week at a time, especially at the end of a month like this!
For me, I have to check the weather then make sure all our important dates are confirmed with family and friends. If we will be going anywhere fancy, meeting friends or just hanging out with our families. I need to know what to pack for my Owner to wear each day. What needs to be professional, casual or just plain comfortable and warm! Being the slave, its easier to pack for me I will be either naked, in a nice skirt, dress or a coat.
Master-Sir’s Uncle has already claimed me for a day and maybe into the evening for His personal use and abuse. He said that knowing I will be there for him has made Him a very happy and healthy man. Apparently, He has been battling some health issues and didn’t want to let on that He was down or having problems. My time there will perk Him up, He tells me!
The last holiday we went back home, I discovered my first Master was divorced, homeless and broke. Master-Sir fixed that problem quickly by getting Him a job in a hotel nearby. He sent me an email telling me He now lives in another state but has still family in Chicago and will be there when we are. So I get to see Him again and He will have use of me at least one night or more according to my Owner. They have made plans for a night out on the town with a few other friends we are meeting up with.
My family seems to be getting crazier by the year. My Brother got married to a very submissive lady who is now His slave. That’s the good part. My sisters are all nuts, I swear. Men haters for some reason. My parents are pulling their hair out trying to keep them from moving back home for various reasons. Dad thinks I am the sane one out of the family and that’s the scary part!
Master-Sir’s family have all sent us some wonderful emails, all anxious to see us and have time with them over the holiday. Of course, for both families, this means a house filled with cousins, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. Many new cousins and nephews I have yet to meet. Babies and new spouses and the family fun and drama to catch up on and hopefully ignore once we leave!
Before allowing me to go to sleep, Master-Sir inserted a large butt plug in me that I was not ready for or used to. It’s been a long time since He had me wear one and this has to be the largest He ever used on me. Telling me it will fit better when not wearing panties. He is right. But it hurts right now. Isn’t that the purpose of it? To make sure I know its there and why its there? He says He will remove it in the morning before we fly. But for now, it stays in so I can get used to it. I will be wearing it the entire time we are there.
Tonite will not be easy falling asleep. Will this plug in my ass ever stop hurting? Did I pack everything? What did I forget? Who did I forget to notify? Are we ready? Can I handle the cold again? Will Master-Sir use me while we are there? Will my buttplug stay in? Will I be loaned out and be pleasing to them? Hope all goes well and everyone has a happy Thanksgiving.