Let me introduce myself. I am a submissive slut. Sir K's submissive slut to be exact. I haven't been his submissive slut but for the past year. Before this year I was just his.... well.... guess I was just a slut for the last couple of years. I have always enjoyed being a slut for Sir K and have really enjoyed being his submissive slut for the most part. Most, I say because it has been something different for me. You see, I am his mouthy, bitchy, opinionated, bossy sister-in-law.
For me to realize that I actually like being submissive to him and got off at the mere mention of him telling me what to do was a strange sensation. It was a sensation that I didn't quite understand and couldn't verbally explain. All that I knew was that I liked it and it made me feel whole. Sir K has always managed to get what he wanted and I was no exception, whether it was the simple bring me a beer or go right now, take a picture of your tits and send it to me, I did as I was told. Sir K liked to give me other commands, more forbidden things, like.... instructing me to come into his room at night when my husband and I are visiting him and my sister. He has ordered me to wait until everyone is asleep being very careful not to wake my husband and tip toe quietly to their bedroom. I knew when I was instructed to visit him while he was asleep that I was to wake him up by giving him a blow job. He loves when I ease his cock out of his boxers and suck him off as he lay sleeping next to his wife.
Yes.... my sister's husband has been my secret Master.
It started off innocent enough. You know one of those "love/hate" relationships. Then after many years it became one of those "love to hate you" relationships. Now in the last couple of years it has become a "hate to love you" relationship.
You have always heard people say "we didn't mean for it to happen"? Well guess what, we didn't mean for it to happen either, it just did. One night we had a small party, just him, my sister, me, my husband and a couple of friends. My sister had way too much to drink so after the friends left, her husband and I put her to bed. Then it was just three of us, my husband was in the recliner, I was half sitting half lying on the couch and Sir K was in his chair. I asked Sir K when he got up to bring me the telephone, when he did he sat on the other end of the couch. I didn't think anything of it; we had been very cordial to each other lately and had spent a little one on one time together. During that time I found out he wasn't the jackass he had been portraying for years and I he found out that I wasn't really the bitch he had thought I was for so long. We actually began to enjoy each other's company. But we still weren't what you would call friends.
The more tired I became the more I was lying on the couch rather than sitting. I made sure not to touch him after all we wasn't that close. Then Sir K did something so very out of character, he put my feet in his lap. I had been cold so I had a sheet over me so my husband didn't notice anything different. We stayed like that for a while watching television. We actually stayed like that until the alcohol in my husband's body started making his eyelids feel like 30 pound weights, so he went to bed as well.
My dear brother-in-law and I were alone for a while, his eyes were closed but his hands started rubbing my feet. Then ever so slowly his hand made its way up my leg to where my hand was laying on my outer thigh. He reached for my hand and held it. I looked at him and he seemed to be asleep. I thought, "now what do I do?" It felt very nice to have him rub my feet and up my leg and it felt strangely good to feel his hand in mine. I didn't know what to do. I figured he thought I was his wife and as we had started to get to know each other a litter better I didn't want to jerk away and bring to his attention what he had done. I figured it would embarrass him and make him mad. And honestly it felt damn good. His head had leaned over onto my leg and I started to get nervous. I very easily removed his hand as not to disturb him because I was afraid he would feel my hand begin to sweat and hear my heart pounding with every shallow breath I that I took.
The longer he lay against me, and rubbed my leg still very innocently I was starting to get moist between my inner thighs. He kept going and his hand made it further up my body and started rubbing my stomach. Oh...his touch felt so good. I started rubbing his head and arm, just gentle friendly strokes. Then his hand continued up my stomach to where his knuckles were brushing against my red lace bra. Now that about did me in. I was actually wet and thought my heart would explode from my chest it was beating so fast. I was scared of my reaction to his touch. I sat up and he leaned behind me. I told him if we didn't stop we were going to get in trouble. All I heard was a sleepy "hmmm?" So I repeated myself as I was moving around a little trying to non-chalantly find out if he was getting turned on as well. I did find that his cock was starting to get firm. A smile crossed my face at the thought of me turning him on.
Again, I said, "we could really get in trouble." Still he didn't move (I was glad yet scared) I'm not sure which I was more scared of; us getting caught by our spouses or my reaction to his touch. I took a deep breath and asked him "if I let you touch my breasts will you go to bed?" He gave me a sexy sleepy sounding yes, so true to my worked I undid my red lace bra and slipped it off. I lay back down and helped his hand find my right tit. His hand engulfed my heavy breast but made no other movement. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. True to his word, Sir K got up and went to bed. The next morning, it was like nothing had ever happened. I thought damn.... really? You don't remember anything? But then again I was relieved that he didn't remember because I would have been embarrassed.
Within the next couple of weeks at another family function it was so hot outside in that southern summer heat that I went inside for a bit to cool down. My brother-in-law came in shortly after I did and when he sat down I said innocently talking about the heat "whew... even my panties are wet."
