Master-Sir has always had lady friends and he has had girlfriends. Its part of my life that I have had to accept from the moment we met. As His slave, He allows them limited use of His slave once we are introduced. Most get used to liking having another female to boss around, fetch their clothes, make them dinner and take their aggression out on. Many really get a kick out of ordering me lick them clean after they have fucked my Owner. Watching as I am ordered to sexually serve the one woman who just had sex with my husband. At least that’s how they see it.
Few if any, had ever seen me for what I am. His slave, His property. That means I come with the package and that there are No games. No jealousy. No fighting for who He gets to sleep with that night. i am there to serve Him. If He wants to have sex with you or sleep with you, not me? That is His choice and I must obey it and I hope that you enjoy Him as much as I do.
There was jealousy from me a few times. After all, I am a woman at heart, not just a slave and yes, these women were having lots of sex with my man and letting me know they were REALLY enjoying it when I was not allowed to. But I learned to hide it real good. A good punishment session and I was quick to apologize. He would punish me and then make me kneel at their feet to apologize for my behavior.
Most of them were flakes. In-shape barbie types with wet pussies and not much for brains or long, deep conversations I know Master-Sir enjoys and so I knew Master-Sir would soon see that and realize they were not His type. I knew they were not going to be very around long. They weren’t and I still am.
Miss Evvy was different from day one. The first time Master-Sir came home from a date with her, He was different. Not like the other first dates, He walked into the house with a different smile, a step. He was thinking about her like he never did the others. He wanted me to meet her. They hadn’t even had sex yet and He already wanted me to meet her, so I knew this lady was going to be different.
On date two, Master-Sir had sex with her. he came home wanting to immediately shove His cock in my throat telling me “That’s the wonderful pussy you will licking clean tomorrow night”. I panicked as I was smelling the fresh scent of her on His cock. Meet her Tomorrow Night? Me, her, you, pussy? sex? Oh Yes, jealousy started to creep into me real quickly. My Owner really seemed to be rushing the whole “meet my slave night” and was promising that I would be sucking her pussy juices off His cock.
That next day was spent with a flurry of text messages from Him. Master-Sir was making sure I had the right menu planned, the right candles ready. After work I quickly cleaned the house, Master-Sir made sure the right meal was made, the candles lit and that all my holes were clean and that pussy was smooth. He even gave me a new bottle of perfume to make sure I was ready.
He was making a big deal from a simple meet and that was causing my butterflies to become major warplanes in my stomach. I was nervous and scared to death about meeting this woman. Master-Sir put a stop to my noticeable jitters. Informing me that I will not be allowed to talk unless spoken to first. I will remain silent unless asked a question.
She walked into the door and everything just changed. She was ever so pretty, not sexy. She was near my age and very properly dressed for working in an office. The professional dress, the long legs wrapped in expensive silk hosiery, the coiffeured hair, the manicured nails. The high heels polished brightly. She was also friendly. The thing that made her special at the start was that she spoke to Him, not me. She ignored me until He brought her to where I was kneeling and introduced her to “My Bitch Slave” . Master-Sir commands me to stand and turn around so she could see all of me. I blushed and she noticed that. Telling him “She really does blush!”
He told her I was in silent mode. Not to talk unless spoken to. She told Him she was a bit nervous being dressed while the wife was naked and.. well naked. He corrected her and ordered me to tell her. The only words I really spoke all night was telling her to please not to think of me as His wife. “I am His slave, His property and I am here to serve His needs and yours, mam” Master-Sir told me to address her as Miss Evvy. Evvy is her first name but I am not allowed to just call you by your first name. It’s Miss or Mister.
Master-Sir explained that I am there to serve and to please. That I had made them a nice dinner and it is ready to serve. Before I served them dinner, she saw only two plates and asked where I was to eat. Master-Sir further explained that I will sit between them on the floor. She shrugged at that idea so Master-Sir told her I could wait in the kitchen and that’s where I stayed while they ate and talked. Only coming out to serve them more food, drinks or to clean up. Did I mention they talked? My gosh how they talked about almost everything.
The same happened when they moved into the living room to talk and watch a movie. Before moving to the living room, she came into the kitchen to see where I waited for them. She saw that I was cleaning their dishes then she noticed the dog bowls on the floor. Asking Master-Sir if that’s where the slave eats. I felt humiliated and happy. He told her that I eat what they eat. But yes, its from the bowls. A warm feeling of embarrassment adds to the events of the night as she now knows that she got to eat at the table and the fluffy slave was made to eat their scraps from a dog dish.
Halfway thru the movie and after serving her some wine, she finally told Him to have me come into the room. I was told to sit at His feet. She asked Master-Sir if “His slave” can rub her feet. He replied that I will do what I am told to do. So He had her give me the order to remove her stockings and to rub her feet. I was really jealous when I saw she had nice pedicured toes! I love pedicures!
She was the one who actually leaned back a little to reach under her dress to unsnap her garters to then let me reach up her dress to properly remove her hosiery. I could feel that she was like me, very warm, probably also very wet and ready for something to fun happen.
After she showed me how to properly fold her lingerie, she ran her manicured fingers through my hair. Telling my owner how wonderful it all felt. Understanding why He would want a slave like me to serve Him. I loved the feel of her hands in my hair, yet she always ignored me and talked to my Owner about my services. She laughed a bit when she found out I really do have my own bathroom in the garage and have to ask to use it.
To The Bedroom
She got really nervous when Master-Sir suggested a move to the bedroom. But smiled and took His hand as he led her upstairs. There she asked again about me. Master-Sir told her I can go to another room, stand in the corner or lay on the side of the bed. She was nervous, embarrassed and getting hot at the thought of making love in the same room as the wife/slave, so she allowed me to stay and Master-Sir told me to lay on the floor on His side of the bed, handing me a pillow. I did as I was told.
They were really just talking as i could hear the clothes slowly coming off and seeing her bra fall next to me. Master-Sir was complimentary and cracking jokes. She was nervous and excited. When they finally got their sex on, she was rather quiet and non responsive. But I could hear them fucking still. She moaned loud as she came followed by my Owner giving her one last thrust. Finally collapsing beside her. I can always hear Master-Sir smile. He just has a noise He silently makes when He has come and is satisfied.
I soon felt a hand to my head and a pull onto the bed followed by a gasp from her as she saw me being pulled onto the bed and between my Master-Sir’s legs. I finally saw her beautiful full breasts and large solid nipples, so I knew why Master-Sir likes her! But I moved quickly to my prize. His pussy juiced cock was waiting for my services. I was also trying to ignore any eye contact with her. Even if everything was telling me she was going to be here a while, I still had the uneasy feeling about her.
“I told you, she is also our clean up slave. She was trained to lick my cock clean than if you want, she can lick you clean as well. ” Miss Evvy was not up for that and hummed and paused. But I could feel her stare at me. Master-Sir just started to kiss her and pull her closer to Him while I was still sucking and licking her delightful juices off His cock. Once He was soft I could feel His hand again and knew where he was pushing me. Pulling me off His limp cock over and between her well-muscled legs and His cum that was leaking from her beautiful tight pussy. She did have a cute runway patch of pubic hair that was neatly trimmed and smelled heavy musk mixed properly with the loving scent of my Master-Sir’s cum.
Feeling my tongue dart into her pussy, she quickly closed her legs on my head but apologized and soon started to relax as I started to softly touch her wet, inner folds and slowly remove Master-Sir’s juices from her with my tongue. I love the feel of that and can only imagine what it looks like for her seeing a slave between her beautiful legs, licking and kissing her pussy. For me, its great humiliation having to serve as a cum clean up wench for another woman. She then just let her legs open up and I could feel her hand on my head as she just let it stay there as I continued to lick, kiss and clean her. Hearing an occasional muffled moan from her.
She was telling my Owner she is not into other women playing “down there” but now understands that i really am the slave and she could get used to that.
When I started to lick the cum off the sheets, Master-Sir knew I was done (not allowed to let any of it spill) and sent me down for drinks. I thanked Him and I thanked her before moving off the bed and out of the room.
When I returned with drinks, she was dressed and fixing her make-up. Master-Sir told her that he would have His slave make some room in the closet for her clothes so they would not get wrinkled next time.
Her response was the same as it always has been. Glancing at me while talking to Him. Telling Him that His slave is very well trained and makes having hot sex a bit more “interesting”. I was right there kneeling beside the bed. The other girlfriends would have just told me. But she stayed with it and never addressed me personally. I really liked that. She has the same abilities as my Owner, to never let up and stay dominant.
Master-Sir being himself, when she asked about leaving some bathroom things here, she questioned if she could use His bathroom. He replied that He would never expect her to use a slaves bathroom. That there is room in His for her things. The slave bathroom is strictly for His slave… The guest bathroom is for guests. SHe would not be a guest. Reminding her that when she brings it over, to tell me how it is to be placed or where she likes it…. “Just let my slave know how to serve you.”
Master-Sir ordered me to clean up the bedroom while He walks Miss Evvy to her car. She looked at me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek saying “Thank You slave” and left the room that was still filled with her essence.
Master-Sir soon returned smiling, ordered me to go do my nightly chores and to return to His bed for the night. After all that, He still let me spend the night wrapped in the arms of a very wonderful man who loves me for who i am. His slave.