From Kinky to Slave Chapter 12: The Slave Vows

I will tomorrow, sir.

I wrote it lying in bed.

I had been thinking about it for days. The Lord was right.

I have to assume what I am. I have to tell my family that I'm gay and that I have a Master. I knew that those two confessions wouldn't be well received. I knew my family perfectly, but I couldn't hide something that was even more difficult for me to conceal.

"Well, have you thought about how you're going to do it? The way is very important,"

"The truth is that I haven't, I suppose that during dinner when we're all together, even my brother..."

"They'll have to accept it, you're of age and it's your life and your choice,"

"Yes, sir, but I'm afraid, it's my family,"

"Whatever happens, I'm with you,"

"Thank you, sir,"

I left the phone and spent a while thinking about how I would do it, and I even got up and practiced in front of the mirror in my room. Pathetic.

"Family, you'll see, I have something to tell you, I'm gay and... I have a Master," (I closed my eyes)

"It's not going to work," I told myself, and I went back to the mirror to try it another way.

"I like boys and... I'm in a BDSM relationship," (I sighed)

I walked around the room several times, restless... I thought about writing to the sir again, but I quickly abandoned the idea. He was busy in an important work meeting and wasn't available.

AT DINNER

We were all having dinner, talking about various topics, my father's work, my brother's bad grades in school... I ate and observed. Due to nerves, I had barely touched my food.

"Esteban, son, are you okay? You've hardly eaten anything," my mother said.

"Yes, it's just that..."

"Don't you have a fever?" my father asked, touching my forehead. "You haven't said a word, and it's unusual for you."

"I'm in a relationship," I blurted out.

"A relationship? Well, well, well, you've been quiet about it," my mother said with a cheerful tone... "And who's the lucky one?"

"Lucky one," I corrected, putting a piece of steak in my mouth.

"What do you mean by lucky one?" my father asked with an inquiring gaze.

"My brother is a faggot," my little brother said.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" my father asked, clarifying what I had declared.

"Not exactly,"

"Ah, well, it's a mess, then, and not important," he continued, leaving his napkin on the table.

"I have a Master," I said suddenly.

My brother spat out the drink he had ingested.

"Faggot and submissive," my brother said.

"What do you mean by...?" my father asked, killing me with his gaze.

"Master," my little brother repeated.

"Shut up," my father told him. "It's not about you."

"Calm down," my mother said.

"Repeat what you said! What is it that you said you have?"

"Master," I stuttered, lookin...