My 47[M] Colombian [F] sex slave, sort of.

Preamble:

I read the stories here and call BS on most of them. It seems everyone that can write is a 6 foot 2 college athlete packing a 7 inch cock or a 5’9 blond with huge tits that can deep throat with no training- and how come no-one gets shit on their dick when they try anal.

Saying that I do not expect anyone here to believe a single word of this account because, well because of the wealth involved. My Wife’s family, whom we shall form now on call THE FAMILY is richer than the Kings of Vint.

Also this is a long story with not much sex in it. Accounts of sex all end the same: get naked, have an orgasm, story ends, perhaps with a hint of more sex to come if anyone is interested. Where is the excitement?, the peeking through keyholes, the knowing someone is peeing through a keyhole at you? It’s the other stuff that goes on and around the naked bonking that make a story interesting.

Background:

1) My wife and I are swingers. We are both kinkier than a neglected garden hose. Our mutual friends got us together because of a conversation in a pub where a group of girls and guys each nominated their kinkiest dirtiest friend and tried to set them up. We were the nominees and wha-da-ya-know: It was more or less love at first threesome.

2) For any of this to make sense you have to understand the profound asymmetry between the wealthy and the poor in Colombia. Colombia was never equitable but 50 years of civil war have created obscene inequality.

My wife’s FAMILY is Colombian and stupendously, unbelievably wealthy. Not billionaires – they would need another zero for that. But far beyond normal wealth. They are comfortably within the richest 1 million people on the planet.

The main residence is a gated estate in the valley above and overlooking Bogota. Bogota is ‘home’ in that that is where bisabuelo (great grandfather) had his coffee plantation and started to buy up surrounding homes. Of course they have houses not far away in Paipa and Tunja and but it is not where THE FAMILY usually ‘live’. 150 days a year or so they are in Paris in their massive 6 story historic mansion in the 8th arrondissement literally overlooking the Arch.

But Paris can be busy so they have their ‘get aways’, the olive and wine farm overlooking the Mediterranean in the hills above the Spanish border, but they prefer the house in Argelès-sur-mer as it is not so hot. Sometimes if they are in the mood for some skiing they retreat to the ‘small’ farm villa in Switzerland, which I must say is fucking fantastic but I bang my head on the low ceiling all the time. There are a scattering of flats and houses in Cartagena, London, LA, Sydney, Huston, Miami and a few other places. This is a family that bought a house in Cartagena because my wife liked a restaurant there and a house in Barranquilla because the three other sisters liked the party.

So far as I know the money is all ‘clean’. THE FAMILY is rabidly obsessed with ensuring nothing ever is tainted with drug money. This is old money, they have been part of the aristocracy since the conquistadors. THE FAMILY businesses stretch around the world. Mostly large scale realestate and commercial development but they also have diverse interests in farming, mining and manufacturing. Based in Paris they have a boutique pharmaceuticals and beauty care business with some chic beauty / wellness clinics. – More on this later.

As you can imagine all this property takes a bit of managing – Wealthy Colombians have live in domestic servants. The maids, somehow always called Maria, who may or may not be married to Juan, the handyman / driver, usually live in a small flat within the apartment or live very close by. Even the maids have maids.

THE FAMILY have two classes of people working for them. There are the long term arrangements where generations of the same ‘servant families’ have worked for THE FAMILY and there are the shorter term itinerant workers who whether or not they work for a few years, or for their entire lives, are not ‘inner circle’ they don’t live with THE FAMILY all the time and are given limited trust. Very few people make the jump. You have to be born into it to be trusted. But everyone is treated v. well, it’s a golden cage with no locks on the door.

The inner circle servant families live in and manage the larger properties that need year round live in domestic servants. People to mow lawns, manage the sub tenants, speak the local language, talk to the local farmers and arrange to have cows come eat the grass, shovel snow and all the other tasks big and small. These are the maids that brought up my father in law and his father before him, the maids, or daughters thereof who brought up my wife and her sisters and cousins. All of these families are now at least 3 generations in service. Usually the boys move out, get jobs elsewhere and the women stay in service to THE FAMILY. But the core of these serpent families live in and next to THE FAMILY. Elderly Grandparents, or perhaps two elderly sisters that do the cooking, Parents and perhaps a few children of ages from school through to university.

Then there are the smaller properties that have a small army of domestics that fly around the world and get things ready. As so many of the maids are named Maria I call them ‘Las Marias’. The family pay Las Marias about 3 or 4 times market rate so the staff are particularly loyal. We treat their children like our own, we send them to and pay for the same international schools as we sent our own children, we pay absolutely all their health and medical, language lessons. If the maids are young we try and send them to university part time and help them organise their time so they can get an education. There are cars they can share and we try to send them around the world if they like. We endeavour to give Las Marias opportunities beyond domestic service. Las Marias and their families work hard and whilst they are defiantly servants they get a life undreamt of for a Colombian peasant. But they are watched, we don’t want ppl of bad character in our house and looking after our intimate affairs.

The very capable young lady who manages all of these ‘Itinerants’ is María José. She is the 30 something elder daughter of one of the inner circle families. She’s got a cute kindergarten teacher / librarian look (she looks like Camila Vallejo). She’s younger than my wife and her sisters but they grew up together and are all good friends. THE FAMILY supported her through uni in the US where she did Arts and Law. She did some time as a Lawyer and then came back to work for THE FAMILY. More and more she’s working as a lawyer for THE FAMILY again but she still does the logistics. We tell Maria José where we are going and she makes it all happen like magic- Air tickets, ski lessons, fresh towels, local craft beer in the fridge for me and something for my wife and kids – food, a *cute driver, fave toys or books.

*cute driver = Pierre, a lovely young man who occasionally keeps my wife happy when we are in different parts of the world.

The Sex:

María José sort of follows, or rather proceeds my father in law around the world so she’s the most common member of the staff that I interact with. One night in the house in Sydney we were all chatting over our third bottle of very nice Barossa Valley GSM and I feigned aggrievement that she always arranged a cute driver for my wife but that she never arranged an “algo linda”, ’a cute little something’ for me.

María José laughed and referred to my wife and I swinging and how large my appetite must be if one Colombian woman was not enough for me, did I really have the ‘eggs’ to keep two Colombian girls happy. I said something like my wife doesn’t have to keep Pierre happy – he’s there to make her happy, so what can’t I have the same. Suddenly María José got serious and had a machine gun fast conversation in Spanish with my wife that I couldn’t keep up with which ended with her looking at me and pronouncing : “si lo que querés, lo vas a tener” – “if you want it, you’re going to get it”. She and my wife and two of my sisters in law and a brother in law and another of the house staff then in detail described and discussed my kinks, porn habits, and preferences and what kind of woman I would like. I wasn’t asked mind, it was all arranged as if I wasn’t in the room.

One month after that conversation in Sydney my wife had me get an STD check, saying something about a potential new partner that wanted us checked. Which was strange bc we always look for swinging partners together and she hadn’t said anything to me about any potential meetups, and we don’t swing wo condoms, but whatever. Got checked.

Two months after that conversation in Sydney I’m on a plane to Europe for 10 days, My wife is staying with me in Paris for the first three days but then she has a week in the office in Amsterdam. I like Amsterdam but it’s cold in January and i’ve been there a lot recently so I’m going to stay in the nice apartment in Paris and basically stuff around, try and make some contacts for my software business and perhaps catch some live bands and art before we meet up again and head home.

As we are flying my wife says, something like ‘Oh, by the way María José has found a little something for you, but you can’t have it until Monday”. Suddenly it clicked for me, the conversation + María José’s magical ability to get stuff done + STD check = a little something for me.

We get there, it’s late, i’m tired but i don’t think I can sleep, my wife went out for a run, I’m not sure if i’m hungry or if I’m over full – even tho I’ve dozed most of the way, with the Dubai stopover it’s still over 27 hours. I just want a shower and to walk around and get into the time zone. We’ve got our usual 5th level master bedroom with the corner view down Avenue de Friedland. It’s sort of an Apartment within the house. A large bedroom, ensuite, lounge and robe room. A private space in a large busy house. It’s late morning and the curtains are open. I’m in the ensuite shower towards the back of the room. A glass wall separates me from the rest of the master suit.

I hadn’t heard the door open or any other sound but I was sort of half staring at the view, half staring at nothing, shaving and pissing in the shower and I hear this little cough and realise someone had spoken to me and was taping on the glass with her knuckle to get my attention. “Hoooooolaaaaaa, Soy mariposa. Soy tuyo”.

My Spanish is mediocre, I miss a lot of the little expressions and have to be really concentrating to get the pithy sayings and slang, especially the little colloquial phrases with rich idiom, so I just nodded and acted like it was perfectly normal to have a teenager watch me shower, and shave, and piss, and smiled and nodded some more and finished up.

“Ahhhh, lo siento, perdón?, qué dijiste?” – ‘I’m sorry, what was that, what did you say’. She stood there a long moment looking at my once athletic shape slowly turning to dad bod and said in heavy latin accented english: I’m Gabriela, but everyone calls me Butterfly – I’m yours.

As I towelled and dressed she spoke more, sort of giving me her CV and how she knew THE FAMILY, even as she dried my back and took my shirt from me to help dress me. She was 22, not 17 like I first thought, originally from Venezuela, but she had moved to Antioquia as a child when her mother separated from her father and moved back home. She had a ‘job’ carving wooden spoons and other things for tourists that sold with her mother outside the butterfly museum in Armenia to augment her mother’s cleaning business. Thus the name – Butterfly. Her mother cleaned a friend of THE FAMILY’s holiday house in the coffee district of Armenia, and THE FAMILY offered her a job cleaning one of their places. And thus she was brought into the fold. Sent to school and later Uni where she read French and History. She did cleaning jobs herself on the boat (I had no idea THE FAMILY had a boat, but apparently they did in the Caribbean). She was busted sleeping with one of the older but still school aged sones, so she was moved to another house. Where she got into similar trouble. Two months ago she got a phone call from María José asking her basically that given she had trouble keeping her pants on would she like a job where it was ok if she slept with her employer. There was a whole lot of conversation that I wasn’t privy to but even tho she baulked at my age at first María José had some long conversations and got into Gabriela’s kink, showed her photos of me and got her excited about the things my wife and I and got up to and that she would get to travel to Australia, France and probably other places.

So she agreed. … to be my body maid / concubine that does my washing / bath servant ? I’m not sure of the title. She was Butterfly, my little something.

Further more it turns out she had been working on her english by reading Shades of Grey, of course but also The First Man in Rome by Colleen McCullough and was really into the power dynamic of being a slave that had to submit to sex when asked.

She looks exactly like Ximena Sariñana but with more freckles. Cute girl next door with a bit of smouldering cheeky sass.

So what more is there to say. Wife met her, they had a good laugh at my expense, we all went out shopping. Did dinner, expensive coffee and people watching and eventually Monday came – Wife flew to Amsterdam and I fucked butterfly. For a week. Early in the week she once again told me I was hers That I could I what I wanted. so I started ordering her around. I required that she blow me whilst I had coffee by the window. I commanded her to get on her hands and knees and present her genitals to me for sex. All that was fantastic but the best bit was just the knowing that it was there for me to take. I had her wear nothing except an open robe so I could see glimpses of her naked any time I wanted. I had her give me massages. One night María José joined us for dinner. Just the three of us. María José asked her about what sort of things I has required her to do. María José was disappointed that I hadn’t been more imaginative. I’m not sure what she wanted for me to do. perhaps María José is the kinkyest one.

Epilogue:

Gabriela still works for THE FAMILY, mostly in Paris. She was working as a masseuse in the clinics but has made the leap into the inner circle and is becoming sort of a PA. I don’t know if she is doing sexual stuff with anyone else, or if she in mine alone. I didn’t want to know, so did’t ask. She has explored nudist and swingers clubs with us and been the F in many an MFF. She’s dirty, she does A2M, even when there is a bit of shit on my dick. She even undressed in about 10 seconds in front of some of my Australian mates when I was a bit drunk and bragged she was my sex slave. I shouldn’t have done that to her but it was awesome watching their faces as she stood and asked if anyone wanted another drink.

María José still sends her to wherever we go in the world. Off to Colombia or LA for a trip – there she is – my little butterfly.

With regards to María José – I still haven’t found out if she is the kinkyest one.

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