The Long Drive

Written with permission

My one luxury, my Cadillac!

Please note: There are gaps in this post that may not make sense, but I will fill in the blanks as we go. I just wanted to styart at the end, to All parties mentioned in the post have read and approved it as written.

My previous post had several editing errors I made after it was approved. I didn't think it mattered, since nothing had changed except the placement of a couple of paragraphs that needed to be moved to make better sense and some content I'd forgotten to erase. Master was not pleased. If it changed from their approval to me hitting publish, it needed their approval again. The slave was properly punished.

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Now on to my update. The drive from Las Vegas to Los Angeles with my Boss/Dom

For three days last week, I was my boss's “personal assistant” at a work-related conference in Los Angeles. He was the only one with his own PA!

My Boss drove the entire way, letting me sit, look out the window, and wonder. As expected, I was naked most of the trip, only wearing a butt plug that he put in before we left. He liked to reach over occasionally and feel my pussy, making sure I stayed wet and wanting.

That was the only intimate touching the entire drive. I was not used for any reason until later that night. I realized later that it was probably the longest time I have been with my Boss outside of work, where he did not use me as a cumdump or for any other purposes.

As I said, it was a nice, long, four-and-a-half-hour drive on a beautiful winter desert day. The drive was a nice mental break for both of us. For those who have never been out here, the drive is mostly open desert, a few tiny towns, a couple of fuel stops, and nothing else. There are parts where it is you, the speeding traffic, and Joshua trees, mixed with occasional patches of cacti, that are just relaxing in their own way.

My Boss was a good friend of my Owner for several years. He was invited to all parties where I was part of the entertainment. As well, I was allowed to travel with him for events like this, where he would use me as his PA, as well as a cumdump or fucktoy for a couple of the other managers he interacts with at the evening “business roundup and poker game”.

He has also been my sounding board when I needed to bend an ear, knowing he would not say a word to anyone else about what we talked about.

So I would say that he is a trusted source of insights as he knows me pretty well in what motivates me, my needs, as well as my desires. The motivation became the center of our conversation.

It all started with him asking a simple question: “You're not happy about your life right now, are you?”

I was a bit startled at the question.

“What I am saying is that you are not fulfilled with where you are in your slave life. You're not being that perfect, obedient, well-used slave that you want to be. Like you used to be.”

As I said, the man knows me. I was speechless, not sure what to say as I looked out the window. It was like a sucker punch, but one I guess I needed.

Like always, He was right, but I tried to put it out of my mind. I am living the slave life I wanted, but not like when I had my Owner here. I miss that connection. I get that, I know, he’s gone.

My loving brother is doing his best as my master as he can. I love him dearly for accepting that role without question.

It’s also a role we both knew was not permanent, but it’s working for us, sort of. Nothing will ever replace the connection I had with my Owner. All I can now say is that i am in a comfortable spot overall. So why change?

My Boss agreed to a point.

He also knows where I am in the spiritual realm. So he asked me if I thought my meeting with my Owner was just a fluke of life, or maybe something a little bigger, larger, unexplainable. Maybe the cosmic universe finally heard my pleas for a real Master for life and delivered him?

It’s something I thought about many times over the years. Especially when my Owner would do something unexpected for me, and I would plead, “I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy”. Yes, we are also fans of Bill & Ted’s Great Adventure!

He explained that when I came back to work after New Year's Eve, I had a sparkle in my eyes he had not seen since before my Owner passed away. So he knew something major and positive happened before I even said a word.

“You also sucked my dick that morning like a professional hooker from heaven.” Yes, I do remember him mentioning that there was something different about His first blowjob for the new year. But, SO?

“Last Sunday, watching the football games, Dalra was there, snuggled up to your brother. You were the perfect hostess, as you had been trained to be. You were the perfect slave, trying to perform in a vanilla setting. “

I was wondering where this was going. “SO?”

“I knew you wanted to be naked, at least naked, and on a leash. But every time you were not serving or cleaning or doing whatever, you came back into the room and sat at Master Chad’s feet like you were meant to. He didn’t ask, never gave a signal, and your brother gave no hints.

Every time I watched you do it, you had the twinkle in your eyes as you dropped to the floor, then snuggled up to His leg and sat there like the perfect little pet you are.

Even Darla made a comment about that. How do you stay there when there are empty seats on the couch? You never moved. You just smiled at her and asked her if your brother was as good a snuggler as you know he is.”

Again, my Boss/Dom was right. The more I thought about Sunday, the more I thought he was right. When I went to sit at His feet, it was a more natural, obedient feeling of “this is my place” than I normally have when doing this with other people, including my Brother.

My Boss made sure I knew that he had nothing against my brother. They are good friends and think he is good for me. He was there when I needed him the most. I had to admit that I enjoy serving him, but it is like I do with most other important people in my life; I serve to make them happy.

But he wasn't my Owner, He was my brother. A man who had a life, uprooted it to here, then took on a well-trained, obedient slave who needed more things than he realized. That I realized I needed from a master.

The conversation went on. My Boss/Dom was trying to make apoint. Was this a coincidence or what? Or are there feelings and emotions I’m not letting out?

Now look at my brother’s friend. Master Greg. Once he understood who and what I was, he started to hold my proverbial leash strong and tight as I like it.

Master Greg did things to me that made me feel more owned than I ever did by my Brother. And I enjoyed Him for that.

My boss thinks it was because, deep down, my brother has an issue with being my loving brother as well as trying to be that strong, demanding Master to a needy wench. Yes, he called me needy!

The more we talked, the more that word made sense. I am not just an obedient female slave; I am one who needs to be well cared for as much as I need to be well used. More than most other people want or need in this role.

For my Owner, we went down this road together. We both practically started from scratch, and we both moved down this rabbit hole together. Both of us were learning together.

I turned into this “needy” slave over time. He grew into that Master who could give it to me because I gave it back to Him in many ways. My brother walked into THAT.

“You are way over his pay grade, sweetie,” is what he said. He was serious, but it came out more like a joke, and it broke the tension in the air when he told me that.

My boss put it in better words than I could have when he (paraphrasing) said:

So, let's put this together: Your Owner, who happened to be one handsome hunk who could have any woman he wanted, runs an overweight chick over in a place far out of your comfort zone. This devout bachelor agrees to take this fluffy lady down a rabbit hole of eternal slavery.

Years later, He passed on, and His brothers decided they owned you by right of kinship. The only thing that saved you was your brother suddenly showing up and threatening to do bodily damage if they didn’t leave. A man with limited but necessary slave handling experience. Agreeing to be your Master for an undetermined amount of time.

Nice guy, wonderful man with a lot of life experiences and friends. One of those friends is this big, burly man named Greg. I easily called him Master Greg, and he began to take that title as a badge of honor, maybe even going a little further than you were ready for, in him expecting you to become His slave.

You, being an experienced slave who thought there was nothing outside of absolute brutal torture, would make you use a safe word? Over the years, you have had plenty of situations that most slaves would have screamed bloody murder and gone running for the exit; you stayed because that's what slaves do: they serve.

One day, without his touching you, you suddenly feel unsafe and scream your safe word. That doesn’t fit you. It’s out of character for you. You trusted your brother to let Master Greg use you and take you away, but you suddenly feel otherwise?

Now, New Year’s Eve. What we all expected would be a very emotional and important night in your life. One year after losing the man who loved you more than life itself. And you loved him the same. A night you worried about because of its connection to your Owner and your dreams.

Your brother takes you to an event that has limited sexual activity. A place that did not exist until recently, and you did not know about. You? Not knowing?

Your brother suddenly gets the idea to leave you and hit on a woman who was already there with a man and friends. They struck up a relationship that got hot fast and has yet to cool off, and they show no sign of letting up anytime soon.

At the same time, this was all going on, a man from your past. A man who knew your Owner and was in tune with the ways he handled you. A man who brought you a lot of wonderful pain and a lot of pleasure. He knew how your Owner was protective of his property and how he expected her to perform, or suffer the consequences.

He was making me think. For me. What really hit me emotionally and made me stop to think was when he made a bold, firm statement/question. “Do you really believe all that has happened to you up to this point was a coincidence?”

He went on. “The thing I loved about your Owner was how cut-and-dried he was about how you were expected to perform, and how others would use you for his pleasure and entertainment. There was no gray. No soft areas. You will serve to the best of your ability at all times. Period. He pointed, and you obeyed. You took the pain he could dish out as well as what Master Chad could. You live for that. To suffer for their pleasure.”

Now I knew where this was going.

“Master Chad, as far as I can tell, would be the best man to hold your leash going forward, as he is as close to a Master like your Owner was as anyone I know. And from seeing your reactions when you see him, or are with him, I think you know it too. “

By that point, I was a complete emotional mess, crying like Niagara Falls. Thankfully, it was as we were pulling into a food stop, and I went running into the ladies ’ room to clean up.

I don't know how long I was in there, but the longer it was, the better I felt. When I went out to Him, I wanted so badly to kneel and kiss his feet to thank him for that talk.

When we returned home, I asked for an open discussion with both my Brother and Master Chad. It was difficult, but after talking to my Boss/Dom and taking some time to reflect, I knew he might be right.

When I told them about the talk, I saw my Brother smile, as if he'd let out a sigh of relief. Master Chad just smiled.

One reason I think I didn't want to admit or talk about my feelings is that my Brother and Darla are just starting their relationship. It could blow up tomorrow, or never. I thought if I gave it some time, I'd have time to work through the feelings.

But my wise old brother smiled and asked, “After meeting your soon-to-be master, how long was it before you got naked and knelt at His feet? (same night)

He got me there.

“How long after meeting him did you pack up your life in Chicago, give up an amazing career, and move into His house?” (thirty days).

“Any more excuses?”

No, Wise Brother of Mine.

When Brother said he would back off, being my Master and handing more control over to Master Chad, there was a new feeling of calm in me. I smiled, feeling relieved as if a weight had lifted off my shoulders. Something, I guess, I have been dealing with and not knowing it was there.

My brother agreed that if any of this didn't work out, he would be there for me in any way I needed.

So yes, expect more of me with Master Chad and less with my Brother as my Master. No matter how this all washes out over time, I am not going vanilla, and I am not moving. This house is my home. I think it always will be.

Now that that is out of the way and off my chest, I can focus and get back to what happened in LA.

I want to thank you all for the support and friendship you have shown me through all the complications in my life. I have enjoyed knowing someone is out there to listen to what I have to say!

Love Always,
Bitch slave