About nine months ago, my sister came to my house at 10pm unannounced. She was tweeking, and needed to borrow money. This wasn’t the first time she’s done this.
I usually give her 20 bucks whenever she needs a hit, but that night I was annoyed at her. She had interrupted me while I was jerking off to p***. When I told her I wasn’t going give her any money, we got into an argument.
She yelled at me for a good 30 minutes. Then all of a sudden, her demeanor changed. She started to cry, and she said she was sorry she barged in unannounced and ruined my night, etc. She was basically feeling sorry for herself.
I’ve seen all of this before, of course. But that night, something got to me. I told her I’d give her money if she sucked me off. Without any hesitation, she took off her blouse and her bra and got on her knees. The only thing she said was “C** on my t***, not in my mouth.” I came on her face.
After that night, I would call her over whenever I needed s**. She would also come over whenever she needed extra money. I realized one of the advantage of knowing a drug addict is that she’s willing to do just about anything. I pissed in her mouth for $50. I made her lick my a** for $100.
One night, about 3 month ago, I called her over. But when she came over she was wearing a nice dress. Her hair was t******. She smelled good. She looked ‘clean’.
I asked her what’s going on and she told me she’s trying to get off drugs. I asked her if she wants me to stay away from her, but she said no. She said she’ll need my support. She asked to move in with me. She offered to do house chores. She doesn’t want a job and she just doesn’t want have any money, so she won’t be tempted to buy drugs.
Since then, she’s lived with me.
We’ve started to socialize together, and I often introduce her to co-workers as my girlfriend. I added her to my gym membership, and since we have the same last name, we just told the gym we’re married. When we filed our taxes this year, we filed together as married filing jointly.
Our s** life, surprisingly, has normalized. It revolved around her monthly cycle, which has gotten back to normal now that she’s no longer doing drugs. We sleep together in the same bed, and on many days it feels like we’re a normal couple.
But to be sure, she is my s** slave. At home, she wears a collar and leash. When I goto work, she doesn’t take it off (I’ve check on the Nest Cam). There is a routine she has come up with to fill her days which I think it helps with her recovery.
Most of her daily routines revolves around domestic chores.