My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

"I don't even know the interpretation of the abbreviation myself. I really can't give what I don't have." I smiled, trying to coy my way out of saying anything about my relationship with Wale for now.

It worked because he went back to what we were discussing prior to my big mouth giving out too much information.

"Most times we would say 'I used his or her mumu button to get it done or to get what I want'. But that is a typical example of indirect control." He said, suddenly looking more serious.

"Oh yeah are wise! Continue your lecture oh wise one. I am ready to drink from your knowledge" I cheered.

He rolled his eyes and smirked. He took another sip of his drink reminding me of the fact that I had barely touched mine since he started talking about this indirect control.

I was so engrossed in what he was saying that I forgot that I had my own drink which was so unlike me. I wasn't an alcoholic but I was one girl that never forgets her drink.

"So the Mumu button is the weak point?" I asked now taking my own sip.

"Yep yep. Not like weak point per se. I call it the soft point. That way it covers more varieties."

"Hmm soft point. I understand." I smiled evilly thinking of Something that could move from sift to hard." He looked at me suspiciously like he knew what I was thinking, as if he had read my mind. "What?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. I was getting uncomfortable with him staring.

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. Damn my mind for being so naughty even around him.

"Nothing." He smirked.

"You know I agree with you. That indeed is the worse form of control. You won't even know you are being controlled." I swallowed.

Control yourself Zara!

"Gbam!" He exclaimed pleased with my understanding. "You'd think you have your mind yet you're just on a long ride all along. The funny thing about the indirect control is that the person being controlled would most times love it. And this precisely is the problem because you're been eaten up slowly. You're acting for the full selfish benefit of another and you think you're the one making all the decisions for yourself until one day when breeze go blow and _ìkè okuko atogbo n'iro." He laughed. "But indirect control can be really cool both for the controller and the one being controlled."

"I love your Igbo." I sighed, feeling my n.i.p.p.l.es harden.

"You do understand it?" He asked, surprised. "Sorry I didn't ask before I started bombarding you with it. Its just that I am so used to mixing my English with Igbo when I'm having a friendly conversation."

"I do understand igbo just that I can't speak it very well." I said rebuffing his apology. "But I do understand everything."

"That's nice."

I sighed, shuffling uncomfortably on the sofa. I was getting turned on and fast. "The most annoying part about indirect control is that you will love it." I added.

He sighed. He had this dreamy look in his eyes that held a lot of stories, but just as it came it disappeared. "Yes, I know and its bad. But I don't always like to use it on people I really care about unless it's absolutely necessary in the circ.u.mstance."

"No oh it's mostly used on Ladies and I'm usually the user. And then they will come and be shouting no man can control me yen yen yen, nonsense and tomatoes."

I burst into another series of laughter. I placed my palm on my c.h.e.s.t trying to control my giggle.

"Chukwuma abeg leave me alone. I still insist that it has been done to you and not the other way round."

He shook his head vehemently. "Mbabunu asi! its not oh. The good thing about me is that I'm a very critical and quick thinker in matters like this. And I'm very knowledgeable in this too. Knowledge is power. You can't use what I already know very well against me. Unless I am drunk. And I don't ever get drunk unless you drug me or something."

"Tar let me hear." I rolled my eyes. "Have you ever been very horny?"