Reflecting on our week in Chicago. Like all the other times we go home, the time seemed to go by just too quickly! yet there were those moments with certain family members that lasted like hours! Master-Sir now has us back at OUR home, safe, sound and with a little time to unwind, renew, cuddle and reflect.
Uncle Sir was His greatest mentor next to His father. To lose Him, was a big hit to His life and during that week, Master-Sir let it be known that the man will be missed, but He will not be forgotten. We did get to spend a lot of time with His parents, and that is always a good thing. He spent much of that time with His father. reliving Uncle moments, reflecting and laughing and loving the memories. And that’s the greatest gift to have are those warm memories to look back on.
Master-Sir allowed me some time to visit my family. Mostly my Brother and His awesomely beautiful and always submissively loving slave-wife. But my thoughts were always with my Owner. Wanting to be there for Him to hold, hug, love and serve in His times of need.
Back at our hotel, He would just want to lay on the bed and cuddle. Or have me lay at His feet while watching some old movies while He tried to kill the thoughts running thru His mind. Interrupted by family members wanting to call, stop by, have us stop by, visit and get together. It was at this time that I realized that He was not interested in a lot of His family members for the negativity they have had towards me, us and Him living 1800 miles away.
Some of that negativity, I guess also came from their childhood, growing up and old family issues nobody wanted to resolve. as some of us can say that old memories die hard.
The nice thing about a fancy hotel is that when you give one bellboy a really good blowjob for doing their job so well, you get offers for the others wanting to do other things for you! When we dined in the restaurant, our server was always fast and friendly. Even the female ones! Want your meal to go? No problem, they will even deliver it to your room. Master-Sir made sure I offered them a blowjob each and every time they came to the room for any reason.
That actually helped keep me in my proper headspace. Master-Sir was more in a romantic mood with me than a Master/slave mood. Having me serve others helped Him as well as it helped me. At night, I actually was allowed to sleep with Him, in the bed. He held me, covered me up and we would talk. I mean, seriously talk about our life. We dug deep into some of the things we have been thru. The people and things He has made me do as His slave. What He has done to me as my Owner.
There was nothing for Him to be concerned about. Nothing that needed apologizing for. He just wanted to make sure we were both on the same track and that there weren’t any problems. He knew I was often ignored on purpose, I was in emotional pain when I wasn’t being used or that I was being locked up while He fucked His girlfriend. The times He whipped me until I passed out was not anything bad, it just went beyond what I had expected yet I endured because I love Him and He needed to let out.
It was taking an inventory of our lives. The good, the bad and the absolute painful parts. To reflect on what we have been thru and what we can look forward to doing in the future.
Maybe it was the death of His mentor and the emotional toll of watching the first slave He ever knew, slave Haley, start to lose her ability to have her normal slave life as she has now been moved into a senior care center. All this happening almost at the same time can make one become a little more introspective of their life.
The most wonderful thing about all this is that it always ended up with Him fucking me. Most often, He used my pussy like He used to. Maybe even with a little more roughness to it and more verbal humiliation as He fucked me. A couple of times He really fucked my mouth until I thought my eyes were coming out of their sockets. And that just made me get wetter than was before!
This sexual use made me know that with all this talk and revisiting the past, that He was not going vanilla on me, He was not about to turn in His “Master-Sir” card and start calling me by my family name! No Sir! I was and still am His Bitch slave or just HIS slave.
Between my Brother, his slave/wife, and cousin Tony, we were able to get around and see things we never had time to before. It also meant we were rarely alone! And at a time like this, that as a good thing. All were positive, happy and kept us moving. Good people who know our secret or at least part of our secret. So we could be ourselves. I could kneel at Master-Sir’s feet, serve Him His drinks and call Him Sir without getting any weird looks. He could spank me, command me and ignore me as He desired. I was kept naked and Cousin Tony got frequent blowjobs!
All of this, I want to believe, gave my Owner a chance to re-energize His life, renew faith in himself. His job situation is not clear right now. So His future is bright, just uncertain. This trip has given Him a renewed sense of confidence in Himself. This was something He had a hard time telling me He was questioning. He now is certain He is loved, has a great family behind him. He now is certain that He truly does own a slave who will do ANYTHING He tells me to do without question. Not out of fear or habit. But that she will obey Him without question because of her love for Him and His ownership of her soul.
From the last day there, the travel day back home and the time we have been home, I have seen a wonderful change in His overall mood, His desire to own me and His desire to use me for His entertainment and other pleasures. He seems like a new man, refreshed, energized ( I keep using that word) and focused on tomorrow. I love the man He was but the new Him is absolutely wonderful! And I’m not saying that just because He is fucking my pussy more!! He is just a better man than I have seen in ages!