Picking up from my last post, I wanted to make this a separate, more focused post on The Friend and on touching your dreams. The Pretty Brunette’s friend was finally living out her long held, deep, dark fantasy of being someone’s slave. And apparently telling, letting me tell you and anyone reading this, that she had it and wanted to touch it. meaning Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette was aware of this as well.

So when I was having my little emotional reset, she asked them a and me) if she could fill in. Be their office wench for a day. And they agreed with some restrictions. Those restrictions she fought hard against. She wanted it all, except for the sex part. She wanted to serve them naked. She wanted to have to ask permission for things including bathroom and to only use the slave bathroom. .

She did what a lot of young and doe-eyed ladies do when they get that first taste of their fantasy. They dive into the deep end. And that’s what she did. She said it wasn’t me that made her call “RED” but it was what I represented. And it was too much too soon. Even if she was promised she would never be where I was: Under the table, sucking my Owner’s cock while she was told to do other things for the couple of the house.

Thankfully Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette recognized it before she actually realized what she was feeling and they sat her down and told her to stop. They called Red. She looked at her friend and said simply “Red”. The safe word to stop everything. Then she went into her room.

An hour later, she finally came out. You could tell she had been crying. But she was back to being well dressed, fresh-faced, smiling, and apologetic. None of us in the house felt she had anything to apologize for. Her apogoy was nto needed. In fact, Master-Sir told her THEY owe her an apology for not setting the limits.

They agree that she was going too far, too fast, and for her mind and body. She said that she was wanting to experience something she has dreamed of for so long. Once in the fantasy, she then wanted to experience all that she could. she got to touch the dreams and wanted to seriously make them true. All of them right now.

Master-Sir felt the worst because he tried to get her to just be a “maid.” Get them coffee, clean up after them. Maybe be topless, or not. She wanted, ok, she told me she demanded that she be “like me”, naked. She wanted it all right now and they were not going to talk her out of it. She felt very comfortable and safe in our house to do it.

She actually enjoyed being a slave. She got to serve them coffee. Take notes for them as an office wench. She sent their emails and got to be the domestic slave for a while. She smiled telling them about take the other slave (me) out for her pee. But it was the blowjob that mad her call freak out and eventually call Red. The fact that sex was never part of their agreement, she freaked out because she thought that if commanded to, in that state of mind, she thought she would probably say “yes Master” without much of a thought. She would go over the lines she set and it scared her.

She was ok. She liked that they allowed her to touch her dreams and to know what it could feel like. She knows it can happen and that she really needs to have her limits. She told me it was scary to be naked like that when others are dressed. To know it’s not up to you if you are naked or not. That was what she thought was the biggest, scariest part of it all. Being naked not because she wanted to, but because she was told to. (not really told to, but she likes to see it like that, I get it)

That was it. The experiment was over. Everyone went back to their proper roles. I was the only slave in the house. I liked that. I was the only one naked in the house except when they all went for a night time dip in the pool. While they swam and chatted, the trusty slave served them drinks and salads for dinner. Then a night of movies and friendship.

I love being His slave…