The Story of Jane

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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 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………..