This is the continuing story of Jennifer Lowe, a late 30's submissive woman. It would be a good idea to read the earlier chapters to really get an understanding of the characters and their relationships. Your comments and votes are appreciated and I will try to respond to each one.
It had been three weeks since Jennifer Lowe had completed her weekend as an auctioned sex slave. Despite calling the man who purchased her the night her weekend of slavery ended, she had not done it since. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted something permanent. She was approaching forty, had a successful business and gave in willingly to all her sexual needs. But, being a slave, an auctioned slave, was truly a turn on and deep within her, she knew she would do something similar again.
At work only one employee knew of her experience as a sex slave. Christine had been present during Jennifer's sale and brought her home after the weekend was over. She had told her Personal Assistant, Mark, about the auction after she returned to work. He didn't say much about it but understood Jennifer's need for domination and humiliation. Robin, another employee, knew of her needs but nothing about her slavery.
She had successfully postponed any contact with her group of neighbors who discovered Jennifer's submissiveness and took advantage of it. But Jennifer knew that she would be used by them again and as the feelings of need began to return, Jennifer hoped that contact with the group of neighbors would happen soon.
Despite being busy at work, each night when she returned home, she stripped naked and stayed that way until the next morning. She enjoyed her nudity and tried to be naked wherever she could. There had not been any letters from her neighbor's requiring her service as she had asked for some time to recover. She had spoken to her new friend, Ginny, a number of times and told her about everything that had happened during Jennifer's weekend of slavery. But, now, she was beginning to feel the need again and in the past when that feeling overtook her, Jennifer would always return to Club 35.
Late on Friday, she buzzed Mark into her office.
"Everything done?" Jennifer asked.
"Seems so. Everything's ready for the presentation to Nicholson on Tuesday."
"Excellent!" Jennifer replied.
"Anything on for the weekend?" Mark asked.
"I was thinking of going to the Club. Are you going to be there?"
"Dungeon Guard on Saturday. Do you need me?"
"Don't know yet. Just may go and watch. I'll see you there tomorrow night."
Mark nodded and left Jennifer's office. Jennifer returned home shortly after. She collected her mail and was disappointed that there was no letter from her neighbors. She had decided that she would go to the Club the next night.
Saturday night arrived and Jennifer went through her usually Club 35 routine. She showered, after giving herself two enemas. She didn't plan on having anal play but she didn't rule out the possibility either. She already knew that she would be naked after she entered the club, so her attire was hardly a concern. She thought of just wearing a jacket but most of the ones she owned were short and her ass would be visible if she was standing straight up. Jennifer shrugged and laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Jacket and shoes only she said to herself. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving. Her pussy was bare, she had a waxing a few days earlier. Het tits were still firm and her ass was just perfect, she thought.
"Not bad for a forty-year-old." She said out loud.
Jennifer put on her jacket, slipped on her shoes and put her keys and wallet in her pocket and left her apartment. She hailed a cab once she was out on the street. She could feel her jacket rise up as she raised her arm to hail the cab. She wondered if the cab driver saw the sudden flash of her upper thigh or perhaps even her pussy. When she got into the cab, she kept her legs spread as she sat and spread them wide when she left the cab when it stopped where Jennifer told the driver.
She walked in and stopped at the reception desk and presented her membership card.
"Bracelet or collar?" The young woman behind the reception desk asked.
"Black collar." Jennifer replied.
"Do you want me to put it on for you?" The woman asked.
"No, thanks. I want to walk around a bit first."
The woman smiled and handed Jennifer a black collar. Jennifer took the collar and walked over to the coat check area and removed her jacket. The coat check girl smiled when Jennifer was naked.
"Could I have a robe, please?" Jennifer said.
"Long or short?" The girl asked.
"Oh, short, I think."
Jennifer put on the robe which came to mid-thigh and put her collar in the pocket. Taking her valuables, she went to the locker room and put her keys and wallet inside a locker and handed the key to the attendant.
Jennifer was surprised that the club was as active as it was. People who had played with Jennifer in the past smiled or nodded at her as she walked through the club. She stopped to chat with a couple that Jennifer knew from her very first time at Club 35.
"Are we going to see you in the stocks tonight?"
Jennifer replied to the woman that she wasn't sure but if she was put in the stocks, she hoped they would be involved.
"No worries there. Wouldn't miss that chance." The man replied.
Jennifer smiled and walked away. She could feel their eyes on her ass as she moved toward the large public room. Staying on the outside and leaning against the wooden divider , Jennifer saw a woman being bound to a St. Andrew's Cross. Two men were attaching her wrists to cuffs. Her ankles had already been bound to the bottom of the cross. Jennifer noticed a fully dressed older woman standing a few feet away from Jennifer. The woman seemed mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of her. The woman turned her head toward Jennifer and Jennifer looked to see if she was wearing a collar. Jennifer didn't see one nor did she see a black bracelet.
"Are they going to whip her?"
Jennifer turned toward the woman. "Yes, I believe they are."
A low moan escaped the older woman's lips as she watched the two men pick up riding crops that were laying on the floor. As they began to crop the woman on her ass, the older woman standing next to Jennifer stared at the scene unfolding before her. Jennifer noticed her chest, which was quite ample, rising and falling as the woman's breathing increased.
The men cropping the woman stopped and they ran their hands over the ass of the bound woman. One ran his hand between the legs of the woman and he placed his fingers in her mouth which she greedily sucked.
"Is this your first time here? I don't think I have seen you here before." Jennifer asked.
