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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 risque 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 risque 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...........