Kinky Update

Finally the big day arrived. To go to where it all began for me and my journey. To let my entire family meet my slave and for her to show me what she has learned. Plus for her to see where I get my wicked sense of humor from and the lovely smile that charmed her panties off in the first place <grin>.

She was good at keeping her morning routine. Up before her Owner, shower, shave clean, exercise, followed by gently waking her master up with a blowjob at the appointed hour. I did my morning routine, than let her get dressed before we greeted the morning. Some other relatives were in the cafe who were also staying at the same hotel, so she got a jump on meeting some of the family. Assured there would not be a test on this later.

Attention to Details

Before getting in the car to head to the farm, she asked to run to the convenience store. Wanting to pick up some cigarettes for my father. She had noticed he smoked a special brand and wanted to make sure she had some for him. I allowed the nice gesture. My one uncle noticed her getting into the car. Pulling her skirt all the way up before sitting in the car. I thought we were out of view, but he got a free shot. He smiled at me. I smiled back, Knowing what he saw.

After arriving, saying our hello’s, the introductions and my slave making sure her help was not needed, I decided it was time for a trip down memory lane. My brother told me the old logging trails were just cleared and open. So hand in hand, she and I walked to the barn and the old harness room. The smell of oiled leather always made me smile. Once I realized what leather was good for, it also made me horny!

After that, it was introduction to the horses, the cows and a few sheep before heading off for the hills, literally. Oh yes, a quick run back to the leather room for some straps… Than off to the hills.

Once out of eye shot of the house, she looked at me, I nodded and she started to strip naked. I told her to leave her shoes on but to put her clothes on a tree stump close to the trail head. She hesitated, was about to protest but stopped after the first word came out… she saw I was serious. This was her first serious pause and questionable moment of the trip.

Yes, she was risking it all by walking naked in the woods in the fall. If anyone was to be out there (not sure why, but you never know) she would have no place to hide. I started to talk about growing up and the woods, the trails, etc..

The first nice oak tree I found, I ordered her to lean against it. She did as ordered and was preparing to be whipped with the leather reins I grabbed from the barn. That’s when things started to go goofy.

We heard limbs breaking and a heavy walk. Followed by my name being called. It was my eldest nephew looking for me. She was a trooper, moving behind me, but still visible to him as he approached. He looked a little startled and more nervous than she was once he realized what he just walked into.

He and I were pretty close to each other before I moved to Phoenix and we kept in touch while he went through college. So he wanted to talk privately with me. He was planning to ask if he could join us at the barn, but now wasn’t sure. I said he could if everything we say and what he see’s is kept between us. He agreed and I trusted him. She was now formerly introduced, naked and frigid, to my favorite nephew. he just smiled and waved. Still nervous.

Apparently he was told by other family members that I had a “hot and possible kinky” girlfriend… Well, now he knew. She was hot and she was definitely kinky, lets leave it at that and he agreed.

Further into the woods, we found a favorite clearing of mine with a beautiful view of the valley, the pastures, the farm buildings and the creek. Had a lot of great sex on that area!! We sat on some old logs, she properly knelt beside me. He rolled a doobie and we fired that up. He wanted to talk about girlfriends, marriage and other life things. I knew it. His girlfriend was getting serious and he was liking it, he thinks. Not really sure yet. Plus other things that come to mind when you are with nature and some locally grown reefer. I always liked it when it was from the local valley!

He really thought it was hot that my lady was really naked and kneeling beside me, like a slave or something. He said he wished his girlfriend would do that. I suggested training her to do it and she could. He looked at me and laughed. That’s when I got serious with him.

He had recently graduated college and I never got him a gift. So I looked at him, apologized for the oversight and figured it was time to make it right. I informed my young friend that yes, she is kinky. Yes, she is trained to kneel beside me naked like a proper slave. In fact, she is trained to do whatever I tell her to do.

So I figured that his belated graduation gift from me would be her. “So think long and think hard. What is the one thing you would like her to do to you or you do to her? When you are ready for that, let me know and it will be done. ”

He stared at me than at her, she smiled back with a “Your Pleasure Sir” and he just smiled…. I noticed his jeans were starting to get tight, so we decided it was time to move on. He can cash in later if he wants.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

Apparently while we were communing with nature, the ladies of the family were discussing my lady and her weird habits of wanting to volunteer and serve like she was a slave or something…as well as my humiliating comments about her and making her do things that a normal man should do himself. Oh, and what about that collar and her open shirt?? .. That was debated by the older generation saying it was refreshing to see a woman wanting to be so caring of her man and be responsible… I told you it was the Midwest and old family traditions were meeting the newer, younger “everyone’s equal” generation. And from what I was told, it wasn’t a pretty discussion.

Once we returned, the party moved outside for the Bar B Que and beer. So everyone kept busy with something to do other than gossip or question. From cooking, to setting up to playing horseshoes, the party was getting going. My slave spent her time entertaining my Father and making sure he was doing ok. He loved the attention. After awhile, some of the other men started to find a reason to go talk with Dad. Share a beer being poured by a friendly lady.

My nephew decided it was time to cash in before his girlfriend arrived. I asked him what his wish was and he told me he never had a girl give him a blow job and swallow. I assured him, she swallows and then some. He still wasn’t sure I was serious. I told him that in ten minutes, he could go to my old room and she would be there waiting for him. I also told him how to lock the door. I told her to go now, get naked and make her Owner proud. She kissed me and promised she would.

I did not see her for at least another hour. It seems she was cornered coming out of my room. First they wanted to know why she was in there and second, her help was needed in the kitchen. She never answered the first question, but my nephew had a smile on his face the rest of the day and into the night. So I’m figuring she pleased him more than he imagined.

Always Knowing Her Place

The biggest compliment or question I got was when someone would ask her who she was with or if she was my girlfriend. Her reply was always the same. “I belong to Him” People would bring that to my attention. Some in a joking way, others in a questionable way. “She BELONGS to you?” My response was simple. “Yup, she is mine” and I would go back to drinking my beer and smile. Again, why waste a good opportunity to mess with the vanilla’s??

I guess what may have pushed that is the fact that she was calling me “Sir” more often now. Not in whispers, but in her regular tone. I never noticed it because that is what she calls me any 0ther time we are together. We were not using it at the beginning just because she had asked about offending anyone and I wanted to play it safe. That kind of went out the window as the family started to grow in numbers and the beer flowed more easily with everyone.

The Photo

The reason I chose this particular photo was because my mother complimented me on my “girl” The fact that she was always cleaning up after her and keeping the place spotless. Without being asked! To be honest, she is kind of a neat freak as well as its what my slave does. Her training includes learning to always clean up around her. ALWAYS!

The Wrap Up

You may be wondering why I wrote such a long, boring story of my travels with my slave. The actual purpose of this rambling montage of thoughts will be nicely wrapped up tomorrow. I wanted to get the basic background out first. It all has a meaning and a purpose.. Trust me on that….

(Photo: The Upper Floor)

Yesterday I started to tell you the story of Traveling with slave to vanilla family holiday. The trials and tribulations of maintaining Master/slave couple while dealing with a old fashioned family and holiday traditions.

Over the Hills and Through the Woods

When traveling, the morning routines have ot be modified, but its easy.. She stayed naked while packing the bags and picking up the room. Standing still just long enough to be inspected. She is finally allowed to dress as we get ready for breakfast. She got dressed similar to the night before. Easy in and out clothing.

Breakfast is uneventful. The trip to the family is a 2 hour drive so she gets ready with drinks and snacks. Once in the car, she gets naked and I put on her nipple clamps. Off we go for the hills.

Along the way, I enjoy the beauty of the Midwest along with the beauty of a naked, obedient slave with hardened nipples suffering the pain of some painful clamps on them. I get about half way before turning off the main road for the old highway. Still visible from the new road, if you are looking. We park and I walk her on her leash to the river bank.

I don’t do this for any sexual purpose. Although it does get me excited to watch the fear in her eyes mixed with her obedience. The fear is natural, but the obedience has been earned. The trust she has in me for her protection has been built up over time. I do it just because I haven’t seen the river in a few years and want her to enjoy it like she is suppose to, as my slave. We sat in the river bank and talked about what she is thinking and fearing as we get closer to the event.

Hello Cousin

Once we hit town, we go to the grocery store to pick up some items for tonight’s get together. Snacks and drinks. Of course, I have to run into my cousin before my slave can get herself properly dressed and ready for vanilla presentation. He gets a look at her in the parking lot buttoning her shirt. He’s a few years younger than me and a decade or two younger mentally. So I knew word will get around that he got flashed by my gal.

He clung to us the rest of the day. Even to the hotel. When we got to the room, my slave looked at me with a questionable look. Now the question becomes who do you want to know and how much do you want them to know?? I looked at her than at him. He was smiling and talking about something. I figured if we go all the way, he will be too shocked to say a damn word. So I signaled with hand gesture to be topless. Without a word, she got topless and started to do her chores, trying to ignore any thing from him. He didn’t say another word, just stared at her than at me. I continued our conversation.

As we drove to my eldest Aunt’s home, I told her that family tradition is that the women make the meals and the younger members do the clean up. Being new, they are not going to want her to do too much, so stick to being the barmaid. Than it would be nice to volunteer to help the clean up. Lead the charge with the younger members of the family.

This was basically me giving my slave the orders for the night without my cousin knowing it. She would be submissive to the rest of the household, mostly the men of the house while paying honor to the Aunt we were visiting. Give her the rest she deserves by taking some of the hosting duties off her shoulders. All without saying so in my normal commands.

My cousin decided to be a modern American male and explain I was being too old fashioned, demanding of her. That it should not be that way and not to worry about it. Just have fun and sit with the rest of us. My slave smiled at him and said not to worry, that she likes it the old fashioned way… she will handle it all right.

Meet the Barmaid

Sure enough, thirty minutes into the event and my slave is getting my father and me a beer when another Aunt pipes up about letting the men get their own damn beers. She pretends to not hear the comment and goes about her business.

Sitting on the floor beside my chair raises a few eyebrows, but in all honesty, the other chairs were full and she refused to bring any in from another room. Not to mention the questions about the choker. To some, it looked like one for a dog or a pet. Not something you would see at target or Wal-mart. She just said it was a gift she treasures. as for the pet reference, “Yes, he owns me” and the conversation would change….

My cousin kept quiet and smiled all evening. I know he told a couple of other relatives because some of the younger men/boys kept staring at her as she would walk by.

From there, its pretty much hand gestures and loving ear nuzzles that are covers for whispers between Master and his slave. When not doing anything, she is at my side or looking for things to do.

If there ever was a better moment to be proud of your slave, this was it. Watching her try to fit into the family tradition like she was born into it. Being the host and helping out whenever she could as any proper slave would. Without question or complaint. Doing what was needed or asked of her. While maintaining her status and making sure her Owner was not neglected.

She led the charge to get the younger members of the family to leave the old folks, me included, to rest and recover while they cleaned everything up.

Of course that led to the the comments and jokes: “What is she, your slave?” - if they only knew- “Ah, such a loving lady, you need to hang on to her” - I will, with a rope, a leash and a whip - “he’s dating June Clever, without the necklace” - yes I am… The 50′s household rules!! -

Watch the Words

The difficult part of all this was making sure the words “dear” “Sweetheart” “lover” didn’t become “Master” or “Sir” and “Slave” or “Bitch” ( her favorite ). Not to say they didn’t slip out, but we tried not to use them as much as possible. Occasionally I got the whisper from a relative “Did she just…” and I would smile and not say a word.

You’re Going to Do What?

I’ve always hated to miss an opportunity for a good mind fuck and mixing in a kinky relationship with a vanilla crowd provides just too many good opportunities. So when faced with that chance, go ahead and take it. it gives everyone a good laugh and you get to exerciser your kinky side in public.

After we had drinks, had a great home cooked meal and got caught up with everyone, it was time to go back to the hotel. For me, I just looked at everyone, tapped my slave on the arm to get up. Someone asked where we were going. I told them I was taking my girl back to the hotel room, tie her down to the bed and give her well earned massage.

After that, I was going to have my way with her, enjoy a beer and a cigar before calling it a night. She smiled that sneaky smile while everyone else laughed at my obviously faked chauvinistic intentions. There is no way he would ever do that to a woman. Not in these times… Right??

I was going to, and I did do it all. Except the cigar, I hate cigars. The massage was well received and well earned. She was kept tied tight to the bed while I enjoyed having my way with her. Three holes, no waiting and all open for my use and abuse.

Photo: Sex and Submission