The story I am about to tell you is how I remember it truthfully. I was at my house when my older brother, John had come over very upset about the divorce papers he had just received from his spouse Brenda. I was not home but my brother had a spare key to my apartment just in case. He had a key, as long as, I care to remember so, if I had to go out of town he could tend to my cat and plants. Well growing up John and I were always close as siblings. He being my older brother I always looked up to him because he was so strong and masculine.
My brother, John McClendon, was born with his Norse looks because our ancestors were from Sweden and travelled to the United States after a brief stop in Canada because Grand Father was very good in the watch making business. Soon he had amassed a small fortune selling watches which could tell time to the second. John my brother had blonde hair, blue eyes, standing six three in height, and a narrow one hundred ninety pounds. He had broad shoulders and no facial hair which gave him almost boyish good looks.
I explained that bit about our Grand Father to explain why my brother now third generation, McClendon was as wealthy as he was. I am, Danielle Mary McClendon, I too have long blonde hair, green eyes with a tiny frame of 5'01 and a mere one hundred and eleven pounds. I have a nice 30 B-cup size in the brassiere with a Brazilian little cut beaver. I am a submissive tea cup toy. I enjoy when a man takes me it is in my nature.
Most men, when I tell them I am a toy get me mistaken for a sex slave or a pet. I am neither, for I am, I believe way higher on the food chain then they are. I am a toy which stays fit by doing physical activities such as run, swim, cycle, or aerobic exercises. I also use soft body oils which are light to the touch such as sesame oils or aroma therapy oils. I stay pampered with lotions and powders smelling good for my Master at all times waiting to be played with.
I explained that because a toy likes to be played with roughly but does not like being tied up, beaten, whipped, or eating out of bowls like slaves or pets. A toy has a choice as to whom she gives herself to and when. A slave is owned just like a pet is owned they have no say so what so ever. A slave can be tied up for hours humiliated by being used by multiple partners and then hosed off like an animal. Just the same as a pet that is forced to eat from bowls, shit in corners, urinate on them, tied for hours and let's face it, have multiple partners as well in the worst unwashed conditions.
I will say a toy is exclusive to their Master and they are considered plastic or beautiful without a hair out of sorts. A toy can have multiple partners but only if she desires it. A toy is not owned and has no binding contract but in fact is loyal to her exclusive partner. A toy if mistreated or hurt can leave and be someone else's toy if it's Master no longer desires it or fails to take care of it. A toy can be tied up if it desires it to be so, but it normally has free will from its Master. A toy is polite, neat, and calls its Master either "sir" or "Master" at all times.
Now that I have explained the particulars I will say this, that on the day I brought my brother his ill-fated divorce papers, I was a toy uncommitted to any Master. I always loved my older brother, respected him because of his skill and dominance in growing his empire even further into the twentieth century. My brother is an Alpha-Male, dominant and it shows in his life. He is aggressive, territorial, and can be vicious handling business matters and employees. Yet he ran to me like always when troubled to see me and had forgotten the dreaded papers.
It appeared that John had been in my house for quite some time because he drank a cranberry juice and ate a chicken salad sandwich leaving the bread undone on my kitchen counter. It appeared he had lain down on my bed as well because I found his divorce papers on my bed almost under the pillow. I knew I always make up my bed every morning. I do not know what he was looking for but I found my underwear drawer and several others opened. I guess he was looking for a pen or something. I then remembered about my trusty vibrator in the drawer in the nightstand table. I hoped he hadn't found it I began blushing because I didn't want my brother thinking of his sister in the throes of passion like that by herself having an orgasm.
I remember it was the longest walk in the hallway to see John my nerves were on edge as I brought the papers to my brother's home. I kept thinking of him seeing me with the vibrator sticking out of my little pink soft slit and my hand wrapped around it moving in and out with a humming noise. My lithe muscular little legs spread, my almost hairless blonde thatch, my eyes half closed, and mouth agape breathing passionately as I fuck myself thinking of him watching me. I felt my pussy getting wet as the idle thoughts raced then of my older brother, John kissing me full on the mouth and passionately pulling my hair at the very same instance. This was a secret desire and fantasy that if any man knew of me, they could have me sexually doing anything.
I walked in the library because that is where the butler explained where John was. I entered and it was as if my legs became heavy like lead weights. I was looking forward head high, shoulders back, in my multi-colored sundress with sheer white panty hose and my hair was braided back with lacquered pink nails and matching soft pink lipstick. My brother was turned towards the window standing looking out into the garden area and fountain but never turned to receive me. This made me worry for an instance as I kept walking forward slowly and my legs became heavier still.
Without turning to look at me which was a sign of utter dismissal behavior John said, "You know what they say about the main root of the grapevine Mary?"
He always called me Mary and never Danielle. I came up to him kissing him on the cheek and said, "No sir, but I bet you have knowledge to explain it to me. Here I believe you forgot these papers on my bed."
Now he turned with his intense blue eyes which pierced straight through my soul and made my body quiver. Oh, how I lusted for my brother secretly. I consider his soon to be Ex-wife a fool because my brother is so handsome and dominant in his every move. He prances like the lion truthfully unafraid of anything or anyone. John then said, "It is said that the best and the strongest comes from the main root of the vine. Do you know why Mary?"
I smile then and said, "Enlighten me dear brother for I cannot afford to be high minded at this time." I said this in gest and sarcasm as he well knew. He cut his deep blue eyes at me and chuckled.
My brother walked around me then and whispered in my ear gruffly, "It is because the wine from the main root isn't diminished because it hasn't been cut down and spliced as often. It is the strongest and sweetest because it is from the vines main vein."
