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The Story of Jane

Chapter 12

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      Jane - Chapter 12
      
      The trip to the mall was pretty quiet. I could sense Amanda's 
disapproval of me. The dirty looks she flashed me getting in the car were 
humiliating along with not being able to cross my legs was putting my cunt 
on display for her and everyone else in the front seat. Thankfully she never 
glanced back during the trip. I knew I looked like a whore, but I couldn't tell 
her why. I know it was such a change for her to see me like this. The 
reaction that Amanda was having was normal I guess. I was trying not to let 
the humiliation show now figuring it had to get worse. I was right.
      Rachael stopped and we headed in. My breasts were bouncing free 
and skirt flying high with every step and the girls being in sneakers could 
move much easier and faster than I could. It was hard to keep up, so I was 
jiggling everywhere. The skirt was short and riding up with every step 
causing me to fight to keep it down. Almost every person that we passed 
stopped to look at the spectacle that was me. I tried not to make eye contact 
with anyone as it was to embarrassing to contemplate; my focus was to keep 
following the girls.
      We stopped at several shops were I went through several changes of 
clothing for Rachael's approval. Some of the things looked good on me, the 
style was a bit young but not too bad. Others were outright scandalous. 
Rachael made sure that everything purchased fit extremely tight and was 
very short. 
      Every store I was forced to model everything she wanted me to buy. 
One store for younger women was packed and each outfit seemed more 
risque than the last. To top it off she sat near the front with the changing 
rooms in the back.
      "Here Mrs. D. try this."
      The dress was shorter that the one I had on and it was a one piece 
clingy dress. Walking back I could see the stares of the mom's and hear the 
whispers. With the dress on I may as well have walked out naked. It was too 
small and clung like a second skin. Even the manager and the sales clerks 
stopped to look. Of course I had to stand and pose for Rachael. Amanda 
wouldn't even look at me. Needless to say it was one that Rachael picked 
out.
      Next was the trip to get something to eat at the food court. It seemed 
like every person there was staring at me. My nipples were very erect and 
plainly visible through the material of the dress. All the stares and whispers 
made them even harder. Not helping my arousal level was the trips to the 
ladies room to masturbate that Rachael sent me on. After 3 hours of 
humiliation and three trips to the bathroom to play with myself Rachael 
mentioned it was time to go. Sadly my body had betrayed me the whole time 
even when my mind had not. My thighs were wet with secretions from my 
cunt. It wasn't plainly visible in the mall but as we moved out into the sun I 
could see the sheen. So could the girls.
      "Jesus Christ Mom. Look at you. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
      I had no answer as we stood near the car. What could I say to her? I 
just lowered my head and stood there.
      "What's up your ass Mandy? Leave your mom alone. So what; she 
got a little horny? You saw the attention she was getting in there. Tell me 
that don't make you horny when it happens to you? I know it does so chill 
out."
      "It's still fucking gross Rachael. She's my mom for Christ sakes. 
Dressed like a whore and leaking all over herself. What the fuck is going on 
Mom?"
      Rachael moved to our side of the car. "Get in the car Mrs. D, now."
      I complied by scooting in the door she had opened. After closing the 
door behind me she got very close to Amanda's face. I could not hear what 
she said to Amanda but whatever it was she got her attention right away. I 
could see the same anger rising in her that I got a taste of the other night. I 
was torn. One part of me wanted very much to run to my daughter's defense. 
The other was simply terrified of Rachael and what was happening to me 
and my family. 
      Amanda only made one attempt to interrupt Rachael. She quickly cut 
her off and continued to whisper directly to Amanda. Rachael stopped and 
glared at Amanda. Amanda lowered her eyes and got into the car. Rachael 
followed and we drove home in complete silence. The only thing that was 
said in the car was by Rachael when we got into our driveway.
      "Thanks Mrs. D. We have to do this again soon. Why don't you go 
inside and clean up. Amanda will be in soon."
      I sat for a second not sure what to do. It was plain that she wanted 
time alone with Amanda. I didn't move until catching her eye in the rear 
view mirror. I knew the way she looked at me there was no choice. Amanda 
made no move to follow me but the sound of Rachael's voice rising was 
plain as I entered the house, moving quickly to the bathroom to clean myself 
up. The wetness had almost reached my knee. I stopped while there and 
fingered myself. It didn't take long to build up to the orgasm that had been 
in the background all day long. I moaned out loud, stopping just short of 
orgasm, wondering not for the first time if I did cum how would Mistress 
know. Somehow the logic of the argument was outweighed by the fear of the 
punishment if I was somehow wrong.
      Amanda came into the house as I was coming back into the kitchen. 
She looked directly at me and apologized for the way she acted today.  Not 
waiting for a reply she turned and bounded up the stairs. I knew exactly 
where the apology came from, Rachael. The part that worried me was the 
extent of Rachael's influence over Amanda. Was she dominating her in 
some way? It seemed to be true after the events of the day. Still after the past 
couple of days I would take any victory I could get and Amanda telling me 
she was sorry for anything was a major victory. She had grown distant from 
me since she turned 17, arguing constantly and picking any side on a topic as 
long as it was the opposite one from me.
      The next two weeks went by in a blur. Daily visits to the gym, twice I 
had to suck Charlie's cock after my workout. The second time was the worst 
as Donna came into the office just as I finished cleaning his cock and 
replacing it. She looked at me on my knees, then up at Charlie, who had a 
big grin on his face. By the time her gaze came back to me the surprised 
look had changed to one of scorn. The humiliating circumstance caused me 
to blush, cringe and get all the more sexually frustrated at the same time. 
      Her treatment of me was sharper, more distant in the following 
workouts. I could feel her eyes on me wondering why I would do that I 
suppose. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Could be she just thought I 
was some married slut. I know if I were in her shoes that what I would think.
      Mistress Emily called everyday with different instructions and tasks. 
The one that never varied was that every hour I had to masturbate, but not 
orgasm. I was almost crazy by the end of the fourth day. My body was on 
the edge day and night. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. Any concentration on 
even the simplest task was impossible. I burned dinner, washed laundry in 
the wrong water, and forgot things. Nothing but my cunt mattered and she 
wouldn't let me have the release I so desperately needed. Even Joe was not 
allowed to make me cum. I did give him several blowjobs and Mistress 
stopped by twice after work and fucked him while I waited in the corner, 
face first, like a little girl, listening to them. She would call me in after they 
were finished to clean them both up, berating me and humiliating me about 
doing it with my husband. 
      The really sad part was during the whole process I would get so wet 
that it was like someone turned a faucet on between my legs. By the time she 
left it had traveled half way down my thighs, past my stocking tops.
      The call came on a Friday afternoon, "Hi Slut. You dressed 
correctly?"
      "Yes Mistress, I have my 'home outfit' on right now."
      "Good girl, get your hand in that cunt and play while I talk. I am 
throwing a party tonight. You and Joe are invited. When you arrive, do not 
remove your clothes at the door. Follow Joe in just as you are. I want you to 
wear the outfit that is going to be delivered to your door this afternoon. Give 
the delivery person a good show. Now make sure that you do a good job 
with your makeup and hair. If you do a really good job tonight I am going to 
allow you as many orgasms as you can have this entire weekend."
      I almost came right there when she told me that. Didn't matter what 
else she wanted or what I had to do. I wanted, no needed those orgasms. 
Replying to her without hearing much of what else she said, inside I was 
almost giddy with excitement. Tonight I could cum, as many times as I 
could. All weekend as a matter of fact. It was all I could do not to dance 
around the phone. After hanging up the phone it took a couple of minutes for 
the excitement of the call to die down and the understanding of what she 
said to set in, if I do a good job doing what? You can be sure that it was 
going to involve a heavy dose of humiliation for me. Sadly the need for 
release was too powerful for me to care.
      Displaying myself to the eyes of the delivery boy was the start of my 
humiliation. I wore my shirt over the outfit but didn't button it. His eyes 
almost popped out of his head as he looked up and down my body. He 
stammered out my name and handed my box to me. Not knowing if he was 
some kind of plant for the Mistress I made no attempt to cover myself even 
though inside I was dying of embarrassment. Closing the door and opening 
the box showed me a very nice black gown. Closer inspection showed a 
beautiful design on the front with rhinestones. It was long and had slits on 
both sides of different lengths. Beautiful open toed sandals that matched the 
dress were also in the box along with a black half bra.
      Taking a long bubble bath to calm myself it also was helpful to steel 
my nerves for the coming night. No way was Mistress going to make it easy 
for me. She had this night in mind for the last two weeks. That's why she 
has been denying me orgasms. Knowing this did nothing to blunt the joy of 
being able to cum tonight. 
      Slipping the dress on was interesting. It fit like a second skin. My 
nipples were plainly visible through the thin material. The sandals had 4 inch 
heels and were hard for me to balance on but I had to admit that they made 
my legs and ass look great. Joe picked that moment to call and told me that 
he would pick me up at seven and not to bother with a sitter for Amanda. 
      Amanda came in the bathroom as I was putting on makeup. I could 
see her look at the dress with distain. But her mood changed quickly with the 
news that she would be left home alone tonight. Joe arrived slightly early 
and made a fast change into fresh clothes. We left promptly at 7.
      "The party is one that Emily has every so often but she wouldn't give 
me any more details. You look great tonight by the way, new dress?"
      "Yes Mistress Emily sent it today with the shoes."
      "Well even if she chose it you still make it look great. You know she 
hasn't done or said anything about you and the slave thing at work. I thought 
that maybe she would try and use it against me but she has been supportive 
of me in every meeting we have had. I can't figure out her game. Maybe she 
does just want to play with us and not use it for personal gain. I just don't 
know how to play her."
      "You may have a choice in 'How to play her', I don't. She talks, I do, 
or have faith, as she will put me in jail and ruin you."
      "You don't think that she would do that to us do you?"
      "Yes Joe I think she would if she had to, but I don't think that is what 
she wants to do. Mistress Emily enjoys the power over me. I can hear it 
when she talks to me. I can feel it when she's with me. I know that she 
doesn't want to lose that but are you willing to risk everything to test how 
far she will take this, are you? I'm not Joe."
      "I understand that Honey. I'm not willing to risk that either but all I'm 
saying is that maybe it's just an empty threat. Maybe it was her way into the 
game. It's like a nuclear weapon. She can't use it; everything would be 
destroyed for her too."
      His logic was right but the fear of my Mistress overrode it. We sat 
quietly until reaching her parking lot. We could hear the party noise as soon 
as we approached the door. Joe knocked and Emily opened the door for us.
      "Welcome. Come on in."
      We followed her into her living room. There were about 30 people in 
various groups having conversations around the room. All of the women 
were dressed beautifully. Some were dressed far bolder than I. All were 
younger than me and very pretty.
      
      "I'm really glad to see you made it Joe, you too Slut. Here, this is 
yours."
      She handed Joe a padlock.
      "This is a lock and key party. Ever been to one?"
      Both of us shook our heads no at that one.
      "Well this is a special event that I have every month or two. Each 
couple gets a lock or a key. Your job is to find the one that fits the one I 
gave you. When you do you switch partners for the evening and hook up for 
some fun. For everyone else here the fun lasts tonight and longer if the 
couples wish but for you guys this is a swap that ends Sunday night. 
Understand the rules? Great, Joe can I borrow Jane for a moment please I 
need help in the kitchen."
      "Sure Emily."
      She led me by the arm into the quiet of the kitchen. "OK Slut here's 
the story. You can call me Emily in front of everyone for now. I want no 
mention of your servitude to me or any sign that it exists. You are not 
allowed to refuse any request from anyone this evening, whatever it may be. 
Understand? Good now go have fun finding that key for your lock."
      She grabbed my arm and led me back to Joe. I was horrified. This was 
a swinger's party. Joe and I looked at each other. We had no idea how to 
start or what to do. Emily had moved off and was chatting in a knot of 
several couples. She was glancing back to see what we were doing which 
was nothing. Thankfully a cute, petite redhead came bounding up to us with 
a handsome young man in tow. She was very full of energy and quite 
friendly.
      "I'll bet you guys are new. We were new last month so I know the 
feeling. Hi, I'm Pam and this is my husband Joe."
      Startled into speech as she extended and kissed me on the cheek I 
kissed her back.
      "Hi I'm Jane and this is my husband Joe."
      Her Joe smiled and kissed me on the cheek the same way Pam had 
and shook hands with Joe.
      "You guys ever swing before? We have a couple of times but the 
party last month was our first real group thing. We have a key can we try 
your lock?"
      Thankfully it didn't open as I was not ready for that. Her Joe was very 
handsome and fit as were most of the men in the room. But I was scared to 
make eye contact not being sure what it might mean. Pam was so bubbly; 
she just kept talking, about swinging, their marriage, how they loved 
Emily's parties, the clothes, everything under the sun. The two Joe's had 
also started a conversation about something also.
      "So this is the first time for you isn't it. You are newbie's right?"
      "Yes Pam we are totally new to this. Never done anything like this 
before."
      "How do you know Emily?"
      "She works with Joe and has been to our house several times."
      "Isn't she great? Joe and I just adore her."
      What could I do but agree. I wanted to tell her that she was a monster 
that was destroying me and my family. I didn't think that news would go 
over well so I kept it to myself.
      "I know that we are a little younger than you guys but I like you Jane. 
Maybe the four of us could go to dinner sometime? I think it would be fun 
and I see the way my Joe is looking at you. He wants you."
      I blushed at the compliment and given the earlier instructions I agreed 
to dinner. 
      "That's great! Let's exchange phone numbers and I'll call you next 
week." She literally squealed with joy and hugged me at my acceptance. We 
turned back to the men and told them about the date. I could see my Joe 
looking at her carefully. She was very pretty and I knew what he was 
thinking but I also did catch her Joe looking at me in the same way. That 
caused a bigger blush to form on my cheeks, knowing he was thinking the 
same of me.
      "Come on let us introduce you to some of the people we met at the 
last party."
      Pam took me by the arm and led us into a big group. I felt way out of 
place here as the women were younger and very attractive. Most were nice 
to us, I could feel a few that saw us as too old but they never said anything. 
They just were polite and indifferent to us. We had several try our lock with 
no key that worked. I was hoping that maybe Emily didn't give our key out, 
making this some kind of test for me.
      I actually started having a good time chatting. It was surprising how 
social most of the women were to me. Pam helped that a lot. She told them I 
was new to the 'lifestyle', whatever that is, and needed help. They all 
responded to that telling me the stories of how they got started and what they 
did, how the parties were and what to do at them and more importantly what 
not to do. 
      Every once in a while a man would come into the circle with a lock or 
a key and try the ladies lock or key. When they matched a wry smile came 
over everyone's face as the man led the lady out of the circle. They would 
round up the other half of each couple and disappear around the corner 
toward the back of the condo.
      After they had gone the remaining girls would talk about the sexual 
habits and prowess of the men that had left, sometimes in praise and 
sometimes not. 
      They all giggled, myself included although at the time I had no idea 
why, when one very handsome man came with a lock that Pam's key 
worked with. Pam and Joe left with that couple shortly after. One of the girls 
held her fingers about three inches apart after they rounded the corner and 
the giggling started. I guess the man that had the lock to Pam's key was not 
very endowed.
      There were only 8 or nine couples in the living room at any given 
time. Couples came and went into the back as locks and keys clicked into 
place. It was not hard to see that the women were coming back after having 
sex. The hair was not quite the same, makeup slightly smeared. Some were 
not dressed as completely as before they left. Several were wearing just bras 
without tops or bra and panties with no dress. Pam came back after an hour 
or so. She was smiling and dressed only in a bra and cute little satin boxers. 
      "Hi cutie, you still out here?"
      "Yes Pam, we haven't found a match yet for our lock. Did you have 
fun?"
      "Well not at first. His dick is tiny and he came in like five seconds. 
But Joe and I shared her and that was a lot of fun."
      She was looking up at me with a sly grin. I knew that she was thinking 
about the same thing with me and it made me blush again.
      "You are cute when you blush Jane. I can't wait to eat you and make 
that blush cover your whole body."
      I was hoping that she wouldn't ask to go now as I could not refuse her 
if she did. Thankfully she didn't press farther. She just held me arm in arm 
and told me about the encounter. Just her telling me about it was making me 
very horny.
      Around midnight Rachael came around the corner with a tall, black 
handsome boy. I was shocked to see her here and with a date. Everyone 
seemed to know them as they made their way toward us stopping and talking 
to everyone. She flashed me the same smile that I saw the first time she 
came to the house. It was beautiful.
      "Hi Mrs. D., Mr. D., how you doing? Having fun? This gentleman is 
my date, Ezekiel. Everyone calls him Zeek."
      "Hello Mrs. D." He had a great smile too and was very handsome. He 
extended a hand toward Joe and they exchanged greetings. They also made a 
big thing of greeting Pam and Joe, like they were old friends.
      "Sorry we missed the beginning of the party, looks like somebody's 
been having fun Pammie girl." She snapped Pam's bra and they shared a 
laugh.
      "Not as much fun as last time with you Rach."
      "Hey we have a key here, who has a lock?" Pam pointed at my Joe. 
She slipped the key in as Joe held it and turned. The hasp sprung free. I went 
into a kind of shock. Rachael? Not Rachael. Now she was going to fuck my 
husband? For the whole weekend? Where? Here? In my house? In my bed? 
Where would Amanda be? Then I considered the other side. OMG, I have to 
go with her date for the weekend? It took Pam to start cheering to bring me 
around. She was happy for us. She didn't understand what this meant.
      I came out of my funk and looked at Ezekiel. He was smiling at me. 
Joe just had a dumb look on his face. He was looking at Rachael. I am not 
sure that he completely understood the gravity of the situation. Rachael 
moved to Joe and took his arm. 
      "Well big boy I guess this means your mine."
      She took my hand and gave it to Ezekiel. "And she is yours Zeek. 
Don't take it easy on her she is a tiger."
      "I am sure she is. Are you a tiger Jane?"
      The blushing started anew as I stammered out a no. Rachael leaned 
over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear. He pulled 
me gently toward his body and Rachael took Joe by the arm. Looking right 
at me she talked to Joe.
      "You are all mine for the weekend Joe. I hope you ate your Wheaties. 
You are going to need it. I am going to fuck you dry Mr. D."
      Emily walked up with a big smile on her face.
      "Well, I see you found your key Joe. Good luck keeping up your 
going to need it. Zeek, can I borrow your date for a minute please."
      She led me to the kitchen and got very close to my face to whisper. 
"OK Slut, now you can't say no to any request and I do mean any. You are 
allowed to cum as many times as you can this weekend. Zeek is a great kid 
and he will probably offer to let you off the hook if you are not willing. You 
will be very willing or trust me I will know. And if I find out that you were 
not the most willing slut on the planet this weekend I will take your precious 
Amanda and make her finish your 15 minutes on the chair before they haul 
your ass to jail. You remember you gave her up to get off don't you? Well I 
will collect that debt and the settings will be so bad that she would beg for 
the ones you had the last time. Now if you understand what I just told you 
and are willing to keep Amanda out of the chair and yourself out of jail then 
just nod and go back to Zeek. Oh and Slut by the way he can almost keep up 
with Rachael sexually speaking so you are going to be in for a fun weekend 
and don't worry about Joe, Rachael and I will take good care of your 
husband."
      I had no choice but to nod. She knew that I had no choice even before 
the conversation in the kitchen but I think she wanted to rub it in, me giving 
up Amanda. At that moment I determined that no matter how bad it got I 
would never do that again. I moved back to the living room and walked up 
next to Zeek. He looked at me and slid a gentle hand around me resting it on 
my hip. I was scared but that touch and the thoughts of what was going to 
happen later got my juices flowing quickly. 
      Rachael had snuggled up under Joe's arm and she was rubbing the 
front of his pants with Pam. Pam was the one to turn and notice me first.
      "Oh hi there, welcome back. Your Joe has a great cock. Rachael and I 
have been teasing him. I heard you guys are swapping for the weekend? 
That's great; you are brave for your first time. Zeek's great in bed aren't you 
Zeek?" She playfully reached out and rubbed the front of his pants. He just 
grinned and let her rub.
      "They were our first at the last party. He was very gentle with me in 
the beginning. But after he was done Joe said I didn't walk right for two 
days. LOL...."
      Zeek looked at me and smiled, "Ready to go Jane?"
      "Yes Sir whenever you are." I felt all tingly inside. Like this was 
some kind of high school date or something. I still felt a twinge of sickness 
looking at Rachael and Joe together. Finally he spoke up.
      "Rachael, are you sure this is right? You are my daughter's best friend 
and you are young enough to be my daughter. Maybe we shouldn't do this?"
      Thank god finally he had the balls to try and speak out instead of just 
going along with the crowd. I doubted it would help but it did make me feel 
better about him.
      "Oh Mr. D. don't worry about that. This has nothing to do with 
Amanda and I don't care about the age thing one bit. I think you are one 
sexy dude."
      "So do I Joe age is not a big deal to me either. I think you're a hottie."
      I never expected my boat to be sunk by sweet, innocent Pam. Looking 
in Joe's face told me that the vanity gene had kicked in and no more protests 
were coming.
      Zeek saw it too and gently tugged on my arm as he backed away from 
the group. Rachael moved to him and gave him a kiss goodbye. Pam did too 
and then she kissed me, full on the lips, with tongue. I returned the kiss, 
feeling a swoon inside my chest and wetness adding to the swamp between 
my legs. Joe added his kiss to theirs. Not much of one either as I think he 
was already mentally fucking Rachael.
      Zeek took my hand as we walked out of the building and headed for 
his car. The first thing said by either one of us was by him when we reached 
the car. Sure enough Emily was right about him or was it just a plant to see 
if I would follow Mistress's instructions? 
      "Jane you are a beautiful women and I would love to take you home 
with me. But I know most of the story on why you're here. If you want to go 
home it's cool."
      He was sweet, standing there holding the door for me and I could see 
the concern for me written on his face, still I had been fooled before.
      "No Zeek, I want to go home with you."
      "Good, I was hoping you would say that because I want you too." I 
couldn't go home anyway. Joe and Rachael would be heading there. Besides 
Joe was going to fuck the shit or have the shit fucked out of him by some 19 
year old slut. If I am allowed to cum this weekend why the hell not take 
advantage of it? The man seated next to me in the car was very young, 
maybe 21 or 22 at best, very handsome and well built. And he was very nice 
to me so far and to top it off damn it he wanted me. This was the first time in 
three weeks I had the chance or at least the illusion of control anyway, to 
choose my course of action. This boy better hold on cause he is going to get 
the ride of his young life. I giggled at the thought and he looked at me funny.
      "Think of something funny Jane?"
      "No Zeek. I was just thinking of fucking your brains out." I blushed at 
my own boldness. I slid over on the bench seat so that I was right next to 
him. Out of habit I had pulled my skirt out so that my ass was directly on the 
seat. With the slit in the dress I had a lot of thigh showing. His hand came to 
rest on my bare thigh, fingers lightly tracing the skin. The touch was electric 
sending shocks directly to my clit. Being without an orgasm for almost three 
weeks now and playing with myself as much as I have to had a major effect 
on my body. I got wet at the slightest stimulation. I slid my hand over and 
stroked the front of his pants. His cock was already hard. I could feel it 
straining against the fabric of his pants.
      As his hand moved the dress out of the way exposing my cunt I 
almost came. His fingers continued their journey running around my cunt, 
playing with the lips. A low moan escaped my mouth as I buried it in his 
neck.
      "You know Jane I am not much into the whole BDSM thing like 
Rachael is. The only reason I do it is that she likes it, I like her and I get the 
fringe benefits. But you seem like the real thing to me. If you are a slave 
then you are one hot slave. Your pussy is soaked."
      With his fingers playing around me it was hard to form a sentence but 
I tried. "I have been playing with myself every hour without cuming for the 
better part of three weeks now Sir. I am so horny all the time."
      "Why do you do that to yourself and don't call me Sir. I'm not a Sir, 
I'm Zeek."
      "Please Zeek. I don't mean any disrespect, but I have to call everyone 
Sir or Maam. If I get out of the habit and slip in front of Mistress I would be 
in big trouble. Can I please call you Sir Zeek? Please?"
      "Alright Jane you can call me Sir but it's a little weird for me OK. 
Why would you frustrate yourself like that on purpose? I don't get it?"
      "It's my orders from my Mistress. I have to do what she says Sir."
      "But the question is why Jane. This is a free country. Tell her to fuck 
off. You can you know, unless she is blackmailing you or something?"
      It that moment I was pretty sure that Zeek was not a plant for Emily 
but I couldn't be completely sure. If he wasn't he had no idea how right he 
was and for the moment I had to keep it that way.
      "No Sir she is not, but I am a submissive to her. I do what she 
commands me too. I am not sure how to explain it to you other than to say it 
that way."
      "Well I've been around subs at the Sorority but they were like 
Mistresses in training. They were doing what they were told too but you 
could see they hated it. I don't get that sense about you Jane. I feel that you 
might be a little reluctant but you don't hate it do you?"
      "No Sir I don't. It's just what I am, a submissive. I will do anything 
you want Sir."
      I felt his cock stir at the last statement. His fingers had never stopped 
toying with me and an orgasm was close. I stopped talking to savor the 
sensation.
      "Oh god Sir may I cum Sir? You are making me so damn horny."
      "Rule number one no matter what else is happening if you are with 
me and can cum no permission is needed. Rule number two, when in doubt 
see rule one."
      It had been so long and I needed it so bad that the first orgasm was 
small and painful. Still it did bring some relief. 
      We pulled into a spot near his apartment building as I came down. He 
reached for the door and got out. Being the perfect gentlemen by opening 
my door for me was a nice plus. 
      "Ready Jane?"
      
      
      To be continued ...........



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