After my Date Night with my Owner, we came home to find that The Pretty Burnett and her friend from work, had called it an evening and curled up in the guest bedroom together. Peeking into the guest bedroom door, we saw two naked bodies wrapped in each other’s arms. Leaving Master-Sir and I to sleep together in His bed.

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The Morning After

After waking up my Owner and getting Him started with His shower, I went down to start His breakfast. I wasn’t sure if I was making it for Him, or Him plus one or plus 2. I went with just one. Him.

As I was doing the prep and my morning routine of getting the coffee, empty the dishwasher, etc… The work friend (known as “The Friend” from now on) came out of the guest bedroom alone. It was like one of those scenes you see in a movie with the lover coming out of the bedroom. Skinny, pretty little thing with her too pert breasts in the open and wearing only bikini briefs and her Man’s work shirt. Except she was only wearing a work shirt was wide open and nothing more. She had a nicely trimmed runway below.

She saw me and smiled. I asked her if she needed a fresh cup of coffee? She nodded. As I served her, she sat on the barstool and stared at me with a smile. Like a guilty cat smile. I asked if she was wanting to get The Pretty Brunett one as well? She told me she was still “dead to the world” .That it was just us two right now. Meaning there was a question coming.

She just came out and asked if I was “really” submissive to my husband and how do I deal with them being lovers? Ok! Well first, I needed her to define “submissive to my husband.” She told me that The Pretty Brunette didn’t get into specifics, but said that he and I had a “kinky master/slave relationship. So you allowed Him to have a girlfriend?”

Yikes!! time to be open and honest. Shock the friend and send her home quickly… In this situation, I know from past experience that I am allowed to be open and to be honest. And so I explained it to her. I am His slave. Better yet, I am now beyond being a slave. I am His property. He Owns Me! What does that mean? It means I am His to do with as He pleases and that He never has to really worry about me saying “NO!” or what I think. It’s nice that he often does, but as my Owner, He doesn’t have to. He Owns Me! Di I leave anything out??

With that statement, I got a real big smile from her as she leaned in more across the counter to hear the rest. Her reply to my opening my heart and pouring it all out was simply: “and??”

And?? So, we are married for legal reasons, otherwise, He is my Lord and Master. When I told her that I gave Him my ownership, that I consented to a non-consent relationship, I thought she was going to hug me to death! She was now on the edge of her seat and as close to me as she could without kissing me. So I went on. To be clear, I never “allowed” Him to have a girlfriend. I don’t have that right. He just has girlfriends. I am there, as His slave to serve Him and if that means i serve her, then I will serve her. But I never “Allowed” Him to do anything!

Surprising, she was all ears. I mean I never have seen a woman more interested in what I had to say before in my life!

Her Hidden Fantasy

She confessed that she loves it when she has a man who can take charge, Own the moment and “Own Me”. But she wants her demanding career as well. She wants to be the woman she is on the outside but admittedly craves what I have on the inside. So I explained to her my career(s) and that I do have that, sort of. She could too.

She loves that San Diego has some great BDSM outlets and clubs that have BDSM themes. So it’s a little more in the open there. However she hates that because to her its all “show and tell”. Not much substance from what she has experienced. being in the executive levels, you also have to be careful of who you fall for and what you experience in public. Yea, I know THAT feeling!

She went on to say that she got a little jealous when The Pretty Brunette started to open up about her relationship with Her man, my Owner. She was asking that I not read her the wrong way, but she really would love to have something like I have. She was not sure of the depth of it, she could not be THAT much of a slave, but the thought of being Owned, being loved, and living for “Him” excites her. if she was to be honest with me.

I was really beginning to enjoy our little slave to female conversation. I love when I get to have this kind of a conversation with another female. Letting them know it is possible to be a slave in this moderne world and have a working life int he outside world while having that slave role in the private life.

To look at me and how deep into I am is not right. She needs to know that even I did not plan to be this deep in my submission but it happened and I’m glad it happened. So don’t use me as a measuring stick. I’m a little out of the normal range and in a different situation. Everyone’s relationship and the depth of submission will be different.

I was blessed. with time, trust and open communication, here I am “living beyond my dreams”

She went on to talk about how much she hates that when she goes looking online, she keeps meeting men who want her to Dom them. In the business world, the executives she meets, all want to be subtle, yet let her know she “could” be more than just a sales rep. We shared that moment. I hate men who are submissive and Yes, my favorite male slave is my best friend. But I hate that He is a slave!

It was nice that she enjoyed hearing the details of my morning routines. I showed her my bathroom in the garage and she fell in love with the idea of the slave (her) not being able to enjoy the beautiful bathrooms I maintain in the house, but can only use this one small one with the open door and clear shower curtain. I asked and she agreed, to enjoy breakfast with my Owner. She will see more of my morning routine and that may change her mind. She doubted me on that. She was just in heaven hearing about being a slave.

Breakfast is Served

Master-Sir entered the kitchen like on cue. He smiled, kissed me and greeted our guest with a smile and asked if she enjoyed the scenery? Or maybe it was too much for her. She and I both smiled as she told my Owner she was indeed enjoying the scenery of a properly trained and very polite slave. She was envious of Him. Something she has never seen before but had read about in romance novels and now knows it can be real. Hint, Hint….

Setting the plates, she noticed only two and questioned about me? I smiled and put my finger to my mouth in an “Shhhh” signal. She sat down on one side of the table, Master-Sir sat in His usual spot. I served them the food then knelt in my spot. Her looks down at me were priceless.

When Master-Sir fed me His first piece of food with His hand, I thought she was going to lose control. Maybe even have a little orgasmic moment. But she held herself together. Smiled and moaned a little bit. My owner took it as a bad sign and questioned her feelings. “Too much slave stuff for you? ” He asked. she smiled, i smiled as she was careful in her response. Saying that she was enjoying seeing this “unique” relationship that her best friend has introduced her to. Yes, Nice!

I told my owner that “she knows and she approves 100%” I filled Him in on her asking about who i was. Not to give away her secret, but to let Him know that she was told of who I am (slave) and who He is to me (owner). And yes, she really has come to like what she sees 100%. “She knows that I am here to serve her as well because it is what the house wench does with the Master’s guests. Correct Master-Sir?” Master-Sir smiled as He handed me another piece of food to eat.

That’s when a few light bulbs come on in her head. She pointed to the dog dish in the kitchen and commented about why she hasn’t seen any dogs or cats in the house. “Nope, Just one Bitch slave,” said my Owner. And I smiled.

We started to hear some noises from the guest bedroom. The Friend buttoned up her shirt as we realized The Pretty Brunnette was waking up. Master-Sir sent me in with a cup of coffee to make sure she didn’t need anything. I was happy to do so but worried about what her mood would be. I know letting the lowly slave have Her Man for a night wasn’t an easy thing for her do let happen.

Entering The Female’s Den

Knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, i was slow and cautious. I saw her in the bathroom, so I knelt at the bedside. Holding her fresh cup of coffee. she took it, smiled, and even thanked me. she asked if I enjoyed the night with my Owner. I thanked her for the night and expressed my apologies knowing it took time away from them. She smiled and said it was worth the sacrifice.. She told me that she had a “really wonderful night with her friend” smiles, smiles, smiles…

Handing me her clothes from the night before, she told me to follow her upstairs so she could get ready for the day. I did as she commanded. Walking through the living room, she stopped to say hello, kissed my Owner and Her friend, then we went upstairs.

When we were alone again, all she wanted to hear was the sexual parts of the night. How He teased, me, used me and what did I enjoy about it? I remained humble in my explanations, reminding her that i know my place and know it was a very special night and that I will be ignored the rest of the time she is here. While I enjoy pleasing them and whatever they need from me. Letting her know that I was well pleasured last night and the problem is resolved, I am now ready and committed to serving them in any way I can for the next couple of weeks. I was doing Good! She laughed as she sent me downstairs to get her breakfast started.

After they all had breakfast, the scraps were put into my dish as Master-Sir and The Pretty Brunette went out to the patio. Her friend wanted to stay in the house and talk “with the slave”. So I answered her question before she asked it. Yes, the food in the bowl is mine to eat. Nothing more. She smiled. I cleaned up the kitchen, sensing she wanted to help, but I would not let her. I freshened her coffee cup then went out to make sure my Owner and His lady were doing ok. They were. They were discussing last night and that led them to an early morning fucking in the pool. The friend and I watched from inside the kitchen as we continued to talk.

The call from The Pretty Brunnette to her Friend to come out and join them in the pool ended the conversation as she watched me grab fresh coffee as she followed me out to serve them. She did what was expected. Got naked and join her friend as well as my Owner in the pool. I spent the day serving the three with snacks, food, and a little sexual playtime clean up duties.

Nothing more was said about my date with my Owner or the sex that we had. The problem was stated, it was discussed, it was solved and life went on.

I am a very loved slave and my place in His life is very secure. I see it all as a wonderful learning opportunity for me as well as I am sure it was for Him. The Friend has decided to spend the next few days with them before she needs to head east to visit her family. So that will keep life here a little more interesting for at least the rest of the week!