Submissive Sex Slave Chapter 7: Candy

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I had never understood why Steve had not tried to seduce me and taken me up into the master bedroom, or taken me down into his BDSM room.  I had never tried to hide from him how I felt. And when he first interviewed me for the job, I had made it clear how I did feel. I had been working for him for two years but I remember that interview like it was yesterday.

‘I’, looking for a driver, but someone who is much more than a driver. You will be handsomely paid and well rewarded.  But I need total discretion.  Your job is to drive my business partners, as and when I instruct you.  No matter what you see or what you hear, I demand total respect and privacy.’

‘You can trust me, Sir.  In every way.  But I am not quite sure I understand what you mean.’    I had even made a joke.  ‘Who are your business partners? Will I be driving the Mafia around?’

He hadn’t laughed, just raised an eyebrow and told me the truth.

‘No,’ he replied.  ‘My business partners are women. This is about sex, a certain kind of sex.  You will be at the beck and call of the woman I am seeing, at the time.  Sometimes there are more than one.  You will take them shopping.  You will take them to buy underwear. Or even sex toys.  You will bring them to restaurants to meet me.  And you will bring them to and from my home.’

‘More than one?,’ I asked.

‘Sometimes,’ he replied, dryly.  ‘You will also not ask any questions.’

I had accepted the job.  It was too well paid not too.  I loved driving a Rolls Royce.  Plus, I loved my driver’s uniform, the tight black pants, the tight white button up shirt, white gloves, high heeled black shoes and a gorgeous black driver’s hat.  It made me feel very sexy.  And I also felt very attracted to Steve.

Over the years I had met many of Steve’s women.  I had driven them to places together.  They had been in the back of the Rolls and there had often been sex in the back seat.  Unconventional sex.  I didn’t mind.  It wasn’t my job to mind.  It was my job to drive.

There were times when Steve was free and I was free and we had intimate conversations.  I found him easy to talk to.  I think he found me easy to talk to, as well.  He told me about his upbringing, his life, his work, his parents and why he quite liked the BDSM life.  His parents had been hugely wealthy, always leaving him with one nanny or another.  He had grown up in a mansion, isolated from the world, with strict rules from either a parent or a teacher. He had grown up, wealthy too but a rebel. 

And now he lived a life where he could make the rules.  And his rules included a bit of BDSM.  Or a lot, depending on how you liked to think of it.

I think it was because of these conversations, because Steve bared his soul to me, that he never tried anything sexual with me.  I knew him too well.  I had told him about my life too and why I quite enjoyed punishment. I had grown up in a very poor family.  My father had left at the age of two and my mother was always so busy working that she never had time for me.  Except she was always telling me what I should do and what I shouldn’t do.  There were so many rules and I was always affirmed when I obeyed them.

I learned that obedience paid off.  I liked being obedient during sex.  I liked listening to men, feeling affirmed by them.

Steve never judged.  He couldn’t of course, his choices were unusual too. But the more we chatted, the deeper the bond became.  I knew Steve cherished this bond, this real bond.  And I think for that reason, our friendship grew, trust grew, and he thought sex with me would spoil that.  We were too similar.

And yet I had fallen in love with him.  And watching him, first with Roberta, then with Scarlet, then with them together, I felt incredible jealousy.  I also knew he did not love Scarlet and that Scarlet did not love him.  Sure, she liked what they did together in the bedroom and she loved the gifts.  But she had a thing for Roberta.  And Roberta very clearly had a thing for her.

Roberta and I sat in the drawing room, plotting.  Roberta needed to tell Scarlet that she loved her.  I needed to tell Steve that I loved him. We needed Steve to see the light.  That he should be with me and Scarlet should be with Roberta.

But, how?  It wasn’t easy to tell Steve anything.  He made the rules.  He also paid our salaries.

At that moment, Mia walked into the kitchen. 

‘You’re in my way girls,’ she said.  ‘I’m cooking a special meal for tomorrow night.  It’s Steve’s birthday.  Either help me, or get out…’

Steve’s birthday?  This could be our moment.

When I drove Scarlet home that evening I broke the rules.  I started a conversation.

‘Scarlet.  I’m sorry to interfere.  Tomorrow is Steve’s birthday.  What do you think about a really special surprise?  I know you are having dinner for him at the house. Mia is cooking. What about if, during dinner, Roberta and I come in.  We could pretend it is a birthday surprise and bring in a huge cake.  And then we could turn it into something sexy.  We could turn it into a night for not just the two of you, but the four of us? You, Steve, Roberta and me.

Scarlet was quiet for a moment. 

‘I get that Roberta wants to be with me and Steve.  I know that.  But, what about you? Where do you come into it?’

‘I’m going to tell you the truth Scarlet. Roberta loves you. She wants to be with you.  I think you want to be with her too.  And I, well,  I want to be with Steve.’

I saw Scarlet go bright red.  She was quiet for the rest of the ride home.  Before she got out the car, she leaned over.  She kissed me, hard on the lips.  Really hard.  And all she said was…

‘Yes.  Yes.  Let’s do it.  Yes.’

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