Our Lord And Master

In my early twenties I got very close with a neighbor girl in our complex, we became fast friends and moved in together. My boyfriend at the time was very jealous of her and he took it out on me pushing me to have sex at all hours of the day several days a week.

One of the girls in our complex was having a bridal shower and my girl friend and I went. It got late and my boyfriend knocked on the door asking for me. I told him I would be back at my apartment in a little while and to watch tv until I got home. Sometime passed and my girlfriend got up and said we had to leave because 'our Lord and Master' was waiting for his women to fix him dinner.

Among our women friends there were lots of frowns, between us it broke open a whole new level of friendship. We adopted the expression when referring to him, in private and in public, he struggled to keep us satisfied, we turned the tables on him and demanded sex all the time, we served him hand and foot as was due to our Lord and Master. He was Lord, we submitted to his every wish.

After several months the novelty wore off and we settled into a day to day living. We still call him our Lord and Master, we do cater to him, he has nothing to complain about. But sex with him for the most part has normalized. He gets what he wants, he is our Lord and Master, but when he wants once or twice a week.

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