Read the previous chapters to find out what's going on. This is the conclusion to the story of Fran, John, and Fran's mysterious Master. I may continue the story, I really like the characters, but only if the readers are interested enough and if I can come up with further adventures.
Friday morning brought no new insight into my dilemma. A week ago I had been a bored and boring housewife with a boring husband and a boring life. Now I was a sexually charged woman who was owned by my Master. I had done things I would never have chosen to do, things that excited me beyond belief and changed my life. Winning a wet T-shirt contest, getting my nipples pierced, getting a tattoo and buying sex toys. I had a new hair color, a new look, and a new outlook on how I wanted my life to be. I wasn't ready to give up my new life but I didn't want to give up parts of my old life either. No matter what else my new life brought, none of it was worth losing my husband, the love of my life. When the phone rang I was rubbing anti-bacterial ointment on my new tattoo and re-bandaging it.
"Hi Honey," my husband said cheerfully. "I missed you."
"I missed you too Baby." I replied, "I can't wait to see you. We have a lot to talk about and I want to do it looking into your eyes, not over the phone."
"Does it concern how my shy, demure wife has turned into the sexiest woman alive?" he asked with a chuckle in his voice. "I'll tell you honey, I don't care why or how. Keep it up. I love you more every day and I can't wait to see what you do next."
"But you don't know what I've done," I interrupted. "I have made some changes you might hate me for."
"I could never hate you," he replied. "I love you. If what you have done, what you are doing, is giving me the hottest woman on the planet for a wife I wholeheartedly approve. I'll talk to you later Honey. I have to go."
I hung up feeling much better. My husband loved the new me. He told me to keep going. If he knew would he still feel the same way? I had to trust that he would. With this reassurance I took a much needed nap to catch up on all the sleep I had missed last night with my troubled thoughts.
The buzzing of my special phone woke me around 6pm. I sat up feeling very refreshed.
There is a package on your front porch. Put on what it contains and nothing else. More instructions will follow.
I rushed out the front door and brought the package inside. Ripping it open I found a leather mini skirt, a see –through black blouse, thigh high stockings, and leather boots. Jumping in the shower I scrubbed my body clean and got dressed in a flash. I styled my new red hair, added red lipstick to complete the look and went back downstairs to the box. That's when I noticed the other thing in the box. It was a leather collar like the ones I had seen worn at Mistress June's place. Attached to the collar was a leash. This was a huge step. With trembling hands I placed the collar around my neck. It fit perfectly just like everything else in the box. When it clicked shut I had a moment of panic and tried to remove it, only to find that it was locked into place. Looking in the mirror I noticed a key slot. I frantically searched the box but the key was nowhere to be found. Resigned to my fate I pulled out my special phone and waited for the text I knew would be coming. I didn't have to wait long.
Your training is complete. Go back to the biker bar. Go to the booth in the back to the right of the stage and hand the leash of ownership to the man sitting there. Hand him the phone. You will no longer need it. From now on you will do whatever your new Master requires of you. You have done well slave. Congratulations on your new life.
Training? My new Master? My new life? What did all this mean? I wished my husband was home, I needed to talk to him first but he had told me to keep going. Would he have told me to keep going if it meant I would be fucking other people? I was sure that the command to do so was coming. I had never considered it before this week, but the idea of fucking others because I was ordered to by my Master would be so hot. I looked at the phone in my hand. A quick text back would end it all. Did I want to end it? I was torn. Once again my lust and desire to obey won out and I headed to my car.
Driving to the bar I imagined that everyone was looking at me, at my collar, at my nipple rings that were visible through my shirt with the rest of my breasts. Being that exposed to the world, being ordered to be exposed was such a turn on. I pulled in to the parking lot and got out of my car. Walking up to the door was easy but I froze before opening it.
What was I doing? I couldn't go through with this. This was too far. If I took this next step everything from my old life was over. I wanted to do it. I needed to, but not enough to lose John. I made my choice. Nothing was more important than my marriage and I couldn't lose my husband. With a steady hand I pulled out the special phone and texted Game Over to the Master. I dropped the phone and turned to walk back to my car, back to my husband.
While I had been lost in thought, making my decision I had been surrounded by ten or so bikers. "Excuse me," I said, trying to push past them.
"Oh, no you don't," one of them said. "Your new Master is waiting for you."
"But I texted Game Over," I said. "I'm done with this game. I'm going home."
"A slave doesn't get to decide things. A slave does what she is told."
They took me by both arms and half dragged, half carried me into the bar heading for the back. I started to struggle and got ready to scream when I saw who was sitting at the booth they dragged me to.
My husband John stood up with a smile on his face and took my leash from the men. "Sit down Honey," he said. "We have a lot to talk about and I have a story to tell you."
I collapsed into the booth. My legs wouldn't have held me up a moment more. The shock and fear as I had been drug in against my will faded as the relief at finding my husband here took over my emotions. I looked around and noticed several smiling people walking over to our booth. Jim and Sandy, the greasy looking man from the adult shop, Mistress June with her attendant from the dungeon wearing a collar and leash as well, and the man from the wedding. The man I thought was my Master. The phone with the received text Game Over was sitting on the table. I looked back at my husband in shock. "What's going on?" I cried.
"Relax Honey." He said taking a key from his pocket and unlocking my collar. "I'll tell you everything."
Jim and Sandy pulled a divider that separated us from the rest of the bar and gave us some privacy. A round of drinks arrived and he began his tale.
"It all started about two months ago. Remember when my car broke down?" As I nodded he continued. "It happened outside this bar. I came in and ordered a beer while I waited for the tow truck. I struck up a conversation with Jim here. We were talking about life in general and bad luck in particular. I bitched about my car, he bitched about his wife leaving him. Apparently she had become bored with their life together and had started an affair to get some excitement."
