Maybe I covered this, maybe I didn’t but I do know some of my friends have been wanting an update, so now I have one.
Miss Evvy’s brother I will call Mike, thinks his younger sister is dating a married man who’s wife she set him up with on a couple of dates. Mike is a really nice man with good looks and a charming personality. He is always the gentleman on the dates and from what I can tell is thinking that if he wines and dines me right, maybe he can have sex. In reality, I am a sure thing because His sister, Miss Evvy, has made it clear that I am to make sure he leaves happy.
We all know how well i like being wined and dined by a gentleman! (I don’t) This is really bothering me and so I asked Master-Sir for a way to resolve it. Either to please let Mike know I am a slave or for Miss Evvy to please stop setting up the dates. The fact that I am to play the role of a married, vanilla woman who has an open relationship with her husband is killing me. It’s not being honest and i am not a married vanilla woman. I never wanted to be one, ever!!
He has no idea that his sister is in a relationship with a Master who has a slave as a pet. A slave that his sister enjoys using as well at times. That’s the part she doesn’t want her brother to find out, that she came over to the dark side and enjoys kink in her sex.
So last night after work, i walked out to my car to see Mike waiting to talk to me. He was well dressed as always, polite, yet very firm on what he wanted. Why is it that His sister keeps flip-flopping on setting up dates with me? Why can’t he just call me up and ask for a date if I am in an open relationship? What’s the big deal? He sounded desperate in his questions.
I knew he was really upset and he had a valid point to be mad. So I gave Him a kiss on the cheek and asked him to wait while I make a call. I called my Owner and asked if I could or should just go ahead and tell him? He said to be gentle, but let Him know the facts. Maybe even take Him to dinner to have “The Talk”. Mike apparently heard the “Yes Sir” part and the “Thank you Sir” because he looked confused, thought maybe he misunderstood or that i was being sarcastic with my husband.
Mike wanted answers and he also wanted a date, so it was off to dinner for an interesting talk and maybe a few drinks help my nerves and his frustrations. Maybe even a chance to be used again for His sexual pleasures (and mine)
I told Him mystory. How I live Now. At first he thought the usual: I was being held against my will, being abused. Or that we were weirdos or i was being used as a whore and His sister was brought along for the ride. That my dates with him and the sex were part of the whoring out by my pimp husband. I assured Him that my Owner does not send me out on dates with just anyone and if it included sex, that means that He really does trust you and that you will treat his slave/property with great care. So He was in a very small and very privileged group of special people with that privilege and He should just enjoy it.
Then came the sister. Miss Evvy. I told Him how she came into our lives and made it so wonderful. How I was as much of a mystery to her in the beginning as I am to Him now. How she took her time to get to know me and learn that we were a real couple that really lived this way. I was His slave and it was ok for him to have her as His girlfriend. She learned that I really enjoyed being the slave to my Owner and making her happy made Him happy and that is what made me happy.
After that, he thought that we all three had major, kinky sex together and that we all slept in the same bed all the time. This is the same thing I get from other people when they first begin to read my blog or meet me on Fetlife. It’s not how we live. it’s not just about sex. it’s about power exchange, erotic humiliation, and enjoying the love we offer each other.
Making it very clear that his sister was trying to protect him. Trying not to hurt his feeling or have him think bad things about Miss Evvy. That is why the “dates” and the flip-flopping on when he could see me were so chaotic. She was afraid if he knew the truth that it would hurt their relationship. And she didn’t want that.
I explained that it was me having the issue. That I needed him to know the truth if I was supposed to continue cleaning the apartment. I normally clean naked and needed him to know the rules of having a fluffy naked woman running around where he was living. He needed to know I was there for a purpose. And I was there to be used for her and that meant Him.
As confused as I knew he was, he was also interested and excited as I put my hands on his legs several times to comfort him and to feel his growing erection.
He wanted examples. So I told him that he could have ordered my meal for me. I would eat what he wanted me to eat. Even if he said I could not eat anything. i would have obeyed. Want me to wait in the car while he came in here to eat? I would not have liked it, but I would have obeyed. Same with the drinks. Want me to have just water? tell me. Want me naked when we are alone? Tell me and I will strip for you. Want me to drive? I will. If you want to have sex with me, tell me when and how. You have all three of my holes. For most men, it’s just a blow job. But Miss Evvy said you have permission to use all three (anal with condom).
He perked up and smiled. He asked about me taking off my bra? He wanted it off. I asked to be excused for the bathroom. He smiled and agreed. I went into the bathroom, removed my bra, and I returned to the table. Handing it to him as he was on the phone with Miss Evvy and telling her he was shocked at the news but enjoying it very much thank you, sister!
After they hung up and I sat down to enjoy the food as it was delivered; I asked for his response to it all? “I think you are one fucked up chick, but Dam.. that’s so hot.”
Yes, we skipped the drinks and the schmoozing. He took me straight back to His apartment, ordered me naked, and fucked me fast and hard. harder than he did before. I loved the feeling and the fact that he now knew the truth and I can return to me being me around him.
Having Him fuck my pussy felt nice, but not great. That’s normal now. I like it, but its not my favorite. Its been almost 4 months since my Owner used that hole and I miss THAT feeling of being fucked. I want, desire and crave the feel of Him using me in there. I know that I am pleasing the man who is using me, but it’s because I want them to tell my owner they enjoyed me and that I served them well, that is all. Thats my duty.
Mike enjoyed using me and I enjoyed pleasing Him. He is a nice man and one I hope will be in our lives a long time. He deserves to know the truth and it helps us be better friends and maybe even help him understand why his sister is in such a happy mood these days!
And yes,I can now be the naked house maid!
Thank you for the questions and your thoughts are always welcomed