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Subject: {ASSM} The Story of Jane - Chapter 1 NC, BDSM, Humiliation, Blackmail
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Warning:



   This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following

story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of 
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO 
NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.



   This is a copyrighted work.  Copyright by rewue76 A.T. aol.com. 
Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written, permission of the author.



   Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone, 
either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Honest.



Jane - Chapter 1



  As I kneeled here I thought back. It's funny how people get to places in 
their life that given no foresight of events they could never see coming in 
a million years. I am the perfect example of that.

  Here I am a 40 year old housewife and mother of 1. Kneeling on the floor, 
hands tied behind my back, gagged with a big red ball, topless, nipples 
clamped with clothes pins and large vibrator buried inside me. Sitting in 
the chair next to me is my mistress, Emily, a beautiful young businesswoman. 
She's not even 30 and her 3 friends here today are younger than her. They 
were talking about the topics of the day as if I didn't exist. Every once in 
awhile one of them would glance my way after a moan or a movement on my 
part. Most of the gazes were studied, as if I was some lab experiment. 
Sometimes they would remark about my condition, usually very cruel or mean 
comments. But I was used to that. Mistress Emily had me like this because I 
was 5 minutes late today. She had called last night and told me to be at her 
apartment at 6 to get ready for this pre dinner party. Freeway traffic was 
awful and I didn't leave enough time. I know better than to be late. The 
last time I was late she spanked me so hard I couldn't sit for two days 
after. The buzzing of the vibrator was insistent and I had specific 
instructions not to cum so I made my mind drift back to the beginning..

  I was a girl jock in college. Field hockey, softball, basketball and 
studies kept me busy. Being tall at 5'8 and a strong, lean 125lbs. got me 
few looks from guys. My attitude got me even less. I was a tomboy. I met Joe 
on the basketball court during a pickup game in the fall of my junior year. 
He had fire in his eyes back in those days. Funny at times and deep at 
others he caught my attention like no other guy ever had.

  I wasn't a virgin when we met but I had only been with two other guys so 
my sexual experience was very limited. After 3 or 4 dates we ended up in 
bed. I didn't have much to compare too but I thought that we did pretty well 
together. As we grew together as a couple Joe began to be more creative in 
bed. It started with him wanting me to call him master. Sometimes it would 
lead to some light bondage and wild lovemaking. He liked to spank my ass and 
I got to the point that I liked him doing it. I could see the gleam in his 
eye from across the courtyard and knew it would be one of those nights. I 
came to look forward to those nights...

   We married after college and I became pregnant, giving birth to our only 
child, Amanda, nine months later. Joe was climbing to corporate ladder and I 
loved being the stay at home mom. He spent a lot of hours and energy at the 
job but we were happy. I filled my time with being the perfect mom. Girl 
Scouts and soccer gave way to cheerleading, sleepovers and giggling about 
boys for Amanda. Chasing her around kept me in shape. As I turned 39 I 
weighed in at 140. A little curvier than college days but not bad for an old 
lady I thought. Add to that the 36D breasts that came with Amanda and never 
went away and I could still turn heads.

 Outside of the bedroom we were the perfect suburban couple, me, the perky 
cheerleader mom and Joe, the barbequing father. Kids flocked to our house 
like flies. We were the center of the neighborhood for almost everything 
that happened. Block parties and weekend get-together's were all part of the 
normal state of affairs at the Dolan house.

  As the years passed by the lovemaking slowed as it always does with work, 
children and time. But slowly the intensity of our sessions grew. Joe really 
grew to relish the dominant role and I in turn being the submissive, in the 
bedroom. He became more demanding as the years went on. Sometimes he would 
tie me up and gag me in bed with a vibrator buzzing away at my most private 
parts and leave me for an hour. When he came back I would be covered in 
sweat and in pain from the intensity and amount of orgasms that the vibrator 
drove me to. He would remove the gag and the vibrator long before he removed 
the ropes and use me to relieve himself.  Pounding his rock hard cock into 
me, he never failed to get at least one more orgasm from my body. When it 
was his turn he loved to come on my breasts and face. And I always had to 
lick him clean when he was done.

  Over the years Joe became better and better with the rope, tying me in 
more positions and in different ways. Hogties, breast bondage, crotch ropes 
and more. I became more submissive in the bedroom. He called me his little 
bondage slut. I would strip when I entered the bedroom and put the Velcro 
cuffs on my feet and wrists and wait for him to close the house and come to 
bed. When he came in I was expected to strip him and suck his cock until he 
told me to stop. I loved the feel of a stiff cock in my mouth. He liked to 
grab my hair and fuck my face, talking to me the whole time about how good a 
little cocksucker I was and how he liked fucking my face. When he was ready 
he would order me up on the bed and tie my in various ways. Sometimes tying 
my ankles to my thighs and attaching my wrists to them. He then tied my 
knees wide apart to the headboard. He called this position wide open. I had 
very little movement available and he would enter me and pound away, 
slamming his cock into me, driving us to our mutual orgasms. Other time he 
would tie my hands behind me, once at the wrists and once at the elbows. 
Tying my feet over my head to the top of the bed this allowed total access 
to both my holes and he took full advantage.

    I had never experienced anal sex but in the bedroom I didn't make many 
of the choices. One night while tied into this position Joe informed me that 
he was about to pop my ass cherry. I begged him not too and all that got me 
a hard slap to my ass. He started spanking one cheek, then the other, harder 
and harder. He told me the cunts don't get choices. He was going to spank me 
until I begged him to fuck my ass. After about 5 straight minutes of his 
steady pounding on my ass I couldn't stand any more. With tears in my eyes 
begged him to put his cock in my ass. My ass cheeks were on fire. He rubbed 
the cold lube into my asshole and positioned his cock at the entrance.

 "Beg me again Cunt. Beg me to fuck your ass." The "C" word was new to our 
games and it was humiliating to hear him talk to me like that. Combined with 
the spanking I was totally defeated.

 "Please Master fuck my ass."  With that he proceeded to push inside me. At 
first it felt like I was going to die. My ass was on fire. The pain was 
intense.

 "Relax your ass. It will hurt less." I tried to relax as he drove steadily 
deeper inside me. He finally got fully inside and rocked back on his heels.

 "God your ass is so tight." Slowly he pulled back and started stroking his 
cock in and out of my ass. He made sure that he slapped his thighs on my 
burning ass cheeks at the end of each stroke adding to my pain. He was 
talking to me the whole time telling me how he loved fucking my ass and that 
he was going to make me his little butt slut in and out of the bedroom. At 
the time I wasn't thinking to deep into what he said. I was in pain and he 
was picking up his pace as my asshole relaxed and accepted his cock. The 
funny thing is that the harder he went at it the more turned on I got. He 
start pounded harder and harder until I felt him spew his load deep in my 
bowels.

Pulling out he sat back on the edge of the bed and looked at me while he 
fingered my clit.

  I gasped as he dipped a finger inside me. "You slut!! Your cunt is soaked. 
You loved it!!" I couldn't argue as I moaned while his finger sawed in and 
out of me and using his other hand to tickle my clit.

  "You want to cum don't you slut?" All I could do is nod and moan as he 
tickled my clit and finger fucked me.

  "Say it."

  "Please Master I need to cum."

  He slowed his movements, "What needs to cum slut?" I knew what he wanted 
me to say but I couldn't, "My pussy Master."

  "No, No, No. You don't have a pussy anymore slut. You have a cunt. Say it 
and I'll make it come."

  I turned red at the thought of using the "C" word and shook my head. He 
stopped what he was doing and I moaned in frustration.

  "Please Master I need to cum, Please make me cum????"

  "Only after you say it, tell me." He started moving slowly in circles 
around my clit and in and out of my dripping hole. Bringing me to the edge 
but not over, I desperately thrust my hips up at him begging for more but my 
movement was so limited it just added to my frustration.

  "Say it slut."

  "Please Master."

  "Say it now or I am going to leave you tied like this all night and go 
sleep in the guest room."

  The prospect of being tied all night like this and not cuming took me over 
the edge.

  Please Master fuck my cunt. I need to cum so bad."

  "Good slut." He picked up speed with both hands and I came in an earth 
shattering moment of orgasm that I felt all the way down to my toes. After 
coming back down from what was the best orgasm in my life. He just sat and 
looked at me. "Now we have an understanding. What are you?" Red faced and 
deeply embarrassed I croaked, "Your cunt Master."

  "Louder or you will spend the night here."

  Clearing my throat, "Your cunt Master." with all the strength I had left.

  "Good girl." he cooed as he started to untie me. "Now that we have an 
understanding about what you are we will be adding rules to reinforce your 
status in this house."

  "You are a slut, a cunt and soon to be a butt slut. Don't forget that and 
I am your master." Those words rang in my head as a slept on my stomach for 
the next two nights.

  Things returned to normal for a few weeks except for every time we made 
love he would finish in my ass. During the day Joe's work took up a lot of 
his time.  At night I became his butt slut.

  The phone rang on a Friday. "Hi Cunt, how's your day so far?" I was 
stunned speechless at the cunt reference.

  "Surprised you huh?  Well I know the last few weeks have been tough on you 
so I am going to reward you. If you look in the bedroom closet there is a 
package. You are to wear what is in that package and nothing more. The only 
thing you will not find in the package is your shoes. I want you to wear 
your black pumps. You know the one's I like. I have already set up the 
babysitter for us. We are going out on the town. Be ready at 6. Babysitter 
will arrive at 5:30. I will get home to pick you up at 6. Do you understand 
all my instructions Cunt? "

  "Yes Sir", was all I could say. The butterflies in my stomach were 
fluttering away.

  "This will be the first time we are going out in public as Master/Slave so 
take a nice bath, clean up, relax. You have a long night ahead of you. See 
you at 6 sharp Cunt. Do not make me wait."

  Hanging up the phone I stepped back and let the call wash over me.  We are 
going to be master and slave for the first time in public tonight. The 
thought scared and excited me. What would he want from me? Did I even want 
to extend our games outside the bedroom? He didn't leave me any choice in 
that so I guess that debate is moot for the moment. I had to play along. 
Here I was at 39, feeling like a school girl going on a first date. I felt 
the rush of blood to my face and in between my thighs at the possibilities.

  Heading into the bedroom I started digging in the closet and found a 
beautiful large box with a big bow buried in the back. How long had he 
planned this I wondered? And how the hell did he get that box in the house 
past me? Opening the box and peering inside I saw a beautiful blue satin 
dress. Under the dress, a black garter belt and shear black stockings and a 
little black thong panty, no bra. I tried the dress on and it clung to my 
hips and was very tight and low cut on top. My nipples were plainly visible 
sticking through the thin material. I was a pretty conservative dresser and 
this was way out of my comfort range for evening wear. The dress hung mid 
thigh and would probably show the stocking tops if I moved too fast. The 
thong was almost nothing.

  Amanda came home from school while I was in the tub soaking and she had 
her usual fit about how she was 17 and too old for a sitter. I told her that 
she could take that up with her father. She pouted and left the room. I got 
the feeling that her pouting would be the least of my worries this evening.

  Taking time to lotion and powder my body after the bath I was looking 
critically in the mirror, taking stock of what I was seeing. Pretty firm 
breasts for 39, just a little sag. Hips with a little too much fat, love 
handles, but still... Firm ass, no cellulite yet, thank god. "All and all 
not bad for 39 huh?" was the thought in my head as I spun slowly in the 
mirror.

  The stockings came first. They were made of real silk and felt wonderful 
against my freshly shaved legs. Attaching the garter belt proved to be 
harder than it looked as I had maybe had worn two of them in my whole life. 
Finally getting it adjusted I pulled the tiny thong up across it. The string 
ran straight up my ass and disappeared, covering almost nothing up front. 
The lips of my pussy were clearly visible through the thin material. Pulling 
the dress over my head and looking in the mirror I was amazed. Gone was 
Jane, the Soccer mom, and in her place stood Jane, one sexy slave. The dress 
clung in all the right places and accentuated all the right curves. Good 
enough to eat crossed my mind and I blushed hard at the thought. I grabbed a 
wrap as I was way too embarrassed to let Amanda and the sitter see my 
nipples poking through the thin material. I gave no thought to Joe's 
instructions about wearing only what was in the box and nothing else.

  I heard the doorbell ring and Amanda running to answer it. One last flash 
in the mirror and out I went. I stopped dead at the entrance to the living 
room. Talking to Amanda was one of the prettiest girls I have ever seen. 
Long auburn hair cascaded down to her waist, Small and petite with the face 
and complexion of an angel. All I could think was what is this model doing 
in our house?

  She looked up at me and smiled. Walking confidently over to me she 
extended her hand to me and said, "Hi Mrs. Dolan, I'm Rachael. My sister and 
your husband work together. I am new in town and starting college here next 
month so when your husband told Emily that you needed someone to keep Amanda 
company while you went out she volunteered me. I hope you don't mind. We 
will have lots of fun and I can use a new friend here."

Gathering my wits as she spoke I returned her smile and said, "It's great to 
meet you Rachael. Feel free to eat or drink anything you find. Mr. Dolan's 
cell number is programmed into the phone so you can reach us anytime. I am 
not sure how long we will be out tonight. So if you get tired go ahead and 
go to sleep and we will take you home when we get back."

  "Thanks Mrs. Dolan. Don't worry about us. We will be fine."

  "Hey mom, you look fantastic." chimed Amanda as she noticed the dress.

  "Yes Mrs. Dolan. Very sexy." added Rachael.

  Blushing at the compliments I mumbled a thank you. The girls bounded by me 
and headed up to Amanda's room with a hurried have a good time echoing down 
the stairs. Rachael seemed nice but I was thinking about what she said. How 
did my husband and her sister come to talk about my night out and needing a 
sitter? How much does her sister know about what Joe told me to wear and/or 
not wear? Certainly not the whole Master/Slave relationship thing. He couldn't 
be talking to others about this could he? It had to be an innocent 
conversation or did it...

  I yelled that I was leaving up the stairs as Joe pulled in. The girls 
yelled Bye back as I hurried out the door. I saw Joe's smile turn to a frown 
as I approached the car. I opened the door and slid in.

  "Hi honey. What's wrong?"

  "What part of our conversation did you not understand this afternoon?"

  "I'm sorry Joe. I don't understand what I did wrong?"

  "Well first off was that wrap your wearing in the box?"

   "No Joe. I'm sorry. The dress was a little to risqué to wear around 
Amanda and the sitter so I just threw this on to get out of the house."

   "No Jane it isn't too risqué and I really don't care what you think. You 
do as you are told. Take that fucking wrap off and throw it in the 
 backseat."

  "Yes Sir." Was all I could say as I complied with his order.

  "Now cunt, wearing that wrap without permission is going to cost you 
later. You do what you're told, when you are told, no questions or I am 
going to make it very hard on you. Got it?" His tone was sharp and 
demanding. All I could squeak out was a meek, "Yes Sir."

  "Get your hand in that cunt and rub it until I tell you to stop. We have 
an hour to drive to the restaurant. I want those panties soaked by the time 
we get there or I will spank that ass in the parking lot until you can't sit 
down to eat your food."

  I slowly pushed my hand under my dress and rubbed my fingernail across my 
clit and started a slow circular motion pressing harder as I went. A soft 
moan escaped my lips as I started to feel my pussy respond to my fingers.

  "Here's the deal Jane. I want to take our games to the next level. I want 
you to be my submissive in and out of the bedroom. Tonight is going to be 
our first test run. So right now I am going to give you a choice. Just say 
the word, sit up and stop playing with yourself and all this will stop right 
here. We will have dinner, a little dancing and a fun night out as husband 
and wife. If you want to continue as Master and slave just keep those 
fingers busy in that cunt and I will tell you what the rules are going to 
be. I will wait 5 minutes for you to think about it."

  My fingers rubbed slower and harder across my clit dragging my nail across 
the lacy material. I could feel the panties getting wet. Thoughts were 
running in my mind, should I, could I? What will he want me to do? Can I do 
it? Maybe the smart thing to do is to stop right here, but do I really want 
that?



To Be Continued.....

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