The Naughty Diaries 2010 - September (adult content)

The Naughty Diaries 2010 - September

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This is the third part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.

Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The full circle of Brotherly Love”

Going way back, probably 18+ months ago, you may remember my blog called "brotherly love" which described a little adventure I had with J's brother - the blow job in the kitchen when I was pretending I thought he was J.

Well his brother, “S”, actually felt quite guilty over that incident for a while after, so eventually J had to let him in on the big secret of our relationship – ie the D/s aspect – and also that the incident he felt guilty about was a challenge, and a set-up, so he shouldn’t worry about it.

We generally get by with the majority of world being blissfully unaware of the finer workings of our relationship, even many of those who we’d consider to be closest to us. And J and his brother haven't always been that close in the past and have lived a fair distance apart at various points of their lives and have been part of the kind of family that just saw each other a few times a year etc, which partly explains why he didn't know of that aspect of J's lifestyle previously, not just with me, but with previous partners. Also the fact that J was married in a mainly non D/s relationship for a big chunk of his life also helped him get away with S thinking he was a pretty normal guy. They’ve become much closer in the past few years as they’ve ended up living about 30 minutes from each other after S got divorced – J was divorced several years previously – and they both suddenly found themselves living the middle aged bachelor lifestyle not too far from each other. So they seemingly rediscovered the bond that they once had and became as thick as thieves like they had been in their teens. There’s only a little over a year age gap between them, so as teens they were very close, it was just in adult life that they drifted apart.

But anyway, after being let in on the “big secret”, S seemed quite intrigued by the workings of the relationship and often quizzed J about it when they got together and when I wasn’t around, and like I said, they’d reformed the close relationship that they’d lost, so did regularly get together for drinks, to watch football, play some cards, or whatever the case may be. He never spoke directly to me about it, but J certainly didn’t hide our relationship in front of him. This led J into treating me as if we were alone whenever S was there, including wearing the clothes, or lack of clothes, around the house that J gets me to wear when we’re alone, and even being nude, gagged, and tied to the dining room table whilst they were in the other room watching the football on TV, both occasionally walking in and passing me to get beers from the fridge etc. Although that was actually a punishment for me being disrespectful and disobedient earlier that week, which isn’t a story for right now.

We never discussed it directly, but I kind of knew J wanted to involve his brother in some of our new experimenting activities, but was unsure exactly how to broach the subject. Secretly I really wanted it to, I felt really comfortable with S – his similarities to J in many ways wasn’t lost on me.

But all this led to our birthday gift to him back in September being, well, to put it simply... me!

He had a posh dinner function to go to, and no date as the friend he was going with cancelled, so the gift was, I'd go to the function with him, but not only that, from the time I arrived at his house that evening, to the middle of the afternoon of the following day, I was his to do with as he pleased. It was J’s idea, he told me of the plan the day before we revealed it to S, which was the day before his birthday, and a few days before his function.

We used his spare key to go into his house, and we put a big empty bottomless cardboard box covered in wrapping paper in his living room. I stripped to a slutty lingerie set with a big novelty gift bow pinned to the bra, and climbed into the box via the open bottom and knelt down. S was due home very soon and J called him to tell him not to open the big gift box in his living room until he got there, and left, to return shortly after S arrived home.

After about 10 minutes, S arrived home, he inspected the box closely, but true to his promise, made no attempt to open it. It was at least 15 minutes later that J arrived, and after several minutes of chat, so I’d been in the box for over half an hour, he told S he could open his present. He ripped the paper from the top and opened up the box, as he did, I stood up, revealing myself as the gift, much to the shock and amazement of S. I had a note in my mouth, and after a small prompt from J, S took the note and read it.

It wished him a happy birthday, and informed him that his gift was that I was completely his from 4pm that Saturday afternoon when J would drop me off at his house, to 3pm on the Sunday afternoon when J would come to collect me.

It was an incredibly horny concept, as slutty as it makes me come across, for the 3 days notice I had about it, I'd gotten really into the idea and was ready and willing to really get lost in the moment and go with it. S wasn’t quite as comfortable with the situation though, unfortunately. I arrived at his house, I was overly provocative, flirty, and touchy-feely as I got ready for the evening out, and once my hair was done and my make-up applied, I walked into his room naked and perched on the edge of his bed. I’d brought a selection of outfits and I was waiting for him to choose one for me. I really had to coax him into doing so and he wouldn’t even let me model the outfits for him to help him choose, but finally he chose a simple black underwear set, black stockings, and probably the least slutty black dress I’d brought, a long elegant number with only a touch of cleavage on show, and just a reasonable thigh-high split.

We headed off to the gala dinner, and in the taxi ride to the venue I was doing my best to flirt, and giving my best “come to bed eyes” look, while rubbing his leg and giving him every trick in my book to get some sexual attention from him. But by the time we arrived, he’d completely chickened out, and introduced me as his brothers partner, and just a friend, so there was no slutty behaviour at the dinner or afterwards, as after that it would have looked completely inappropriate. He really ruined my fun to be honest, I was looking forward to teasing him up into a frenzy until he couldn’t take any more and would rip my dress off and take me roughly. He was very uncomfortable with the situation all evening, and we ended up making the best of a friendly night out, getting to know each other better with general chit-chat.

But the following day after a night of sleep alone in his guest bedroom, and a very late morning wake-up after the late night, I did manage to convince him - well I practically begged him actually - to at least let me finish the blow job I'd started so many months earlier. I don’t remember the last time I had to work so hard to convince a guy to let me suck his cock – actually, I can, it was NEVER. I gave him my big sad eyes, and told him how disappointed J would be that he hadn’t liked his special birthday present that we’d arranged for him. You could almost see the little angel and devil sitting on his shoulders, arguing, but eventually the devil just about won, and he agreed, letting me sink to my knees in front of him, wearing only a very sexy, see through red negligee. He was already incredibly hard, his body certainly wanted this, even if his brain had been fighting the urge. He loosened up quite a bit, really getting into it, before cumming hard in my mouth and over my face after about 5 minutes. And I can't help but feel if I'd started out the night before with that, the whole night could have been completely different, as he got used to the idea that it wasn't such a wrong thing to be doing, we were all consenting adults, and nothing was that unnatural.

Nothing else really happened for the last couple of hours we had left that day, as we both just got ready for me to head home. But he was certainly less uncomfortable with things, as he watched me intently as I walked around barely dressed (instead of doing anything but look at me), and I made up any minor excuse to have to touch him, or lean over him, or just be in close proximity to him. I may have imagined it, but I’m fairly sure he ran his hand over my ass a couple of times too, although it was very subtle. And he even returned my lingering kiss when we said goodbye, and this time there was nothing subtle about his hand on my ass!

It was a disappointing experience compared to what it could have been, but I knew at that point, and discussed with J on the car journey home, that it was a stepping stone to something better, and some walls had definitely been broken down by the experience, so we would have to see where it would go in the future.

If you were thinking of asking the question, "has more happened since?", then I will answer it and confirm it's a big YES!

It took quite a few weeks, and lots more build up, and knocking down of walls to get to this point, but it was worth the effort a million times over. People don't have too many "WOW" experiences in their life, but I can honestly say the first time was a big one for me. Imagine having your partner, the person you love completely and find the most desirable person in the world, then taking a practical carbon copy of them (as J and his brother are so similar), and getting them both at the same time in an ultimate three-some. I mean, WOW, it certainly did it for me, straight to the top of the list of my best sexual experiences ever!

Thankfully it wasn’t a one off, and J has pretty much given S a “free pass” with me since then as well. Anytime, anywhere, all he has to do is give me the word and I’m there; ready, willing, and able! Nobody else has that luxury with me (except J of course), and nobody else probably ever will.

Keep those eyes peeled folks – three more posts to come before January is through! And as always, please e-mail me with feedback, comments, or just to chat. Blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I'm also taking suggestions for a better name for this ongoing series of blogs if anybody has one. :-)