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.

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