Debbie Kendall had adjusted a bit to her situation as Jane Mensch's sex slave, and it was oddly the lesbian factor that was easier on her than the others. Taking a strap-on dildo regularly up her ass was far more difficult, given that she was an anal virgin before being sent there, and had no intentions of ever changing that.
Being dominated was galling to her ego, but she had always been taught that one should "turn the other cheek" and practice humility. Even so, she was raped frequently by Jane, and the law didn't give a damn or intervene, nor did the Lord. Furthermore, she was required to drink piss, as well as other "unnatural things".
She had managed to earn the privilege of eating full meals and drinking something other than urine and tap water, but she wasn't used to that being anything other than a right. Oh, well, she was always brought up to think less of rights and more of duties. Then again, her Christian values were in conflict with the Enlightenment principles on which America and its freedoms were founded. She had never truly reconciled those contradictions, like many evangelical Christians in the Western, liberal world.
What confused her most was the fact that she had felt more pleasure with Jane than during her marriage to Tom. Her late husband had been fairly gentle in making love to her, but he was a complete failure in pleasing a woman sexually. Since she didn't approve of cunnilingus, he never really got much of a chance, to be honest. The foreplay that she allowed him to practice with her was very pathetic and ineffective, particularly given that she had been taught that too much focus on the clit was unhealthy.
Nevertheless, she had expected him to satisfy her, which had never happened. As a result, sex had reverted to being her wifely chore, to tolerate for his sake when unavoidable, as well as a means of procreation. Since Jane hadn't bothered to ask her permission about what she did, she had introduced her to cunnilingus in a short time. At first, it was primarily about her giving head to Ms. Mensch, but then she was rewarded with some pleasure of her own.
The use of toys was also a factor that had been excluded from her prior, traditional marriage. Now that Debbie was Jane's slave, there was no longer an option to decline them. The strap-on dildo and the butt-plug, of course, were the least favorite tools in Mrs. Kendall's mind. They represented pain and discomfort, especially when there was no lube involved. Lately, however, Jane had softened on the lubrication issue, and rewarded a more compliant Debbie with enough to reduce the agony of butt sex.
The floggers and straps were somewhat more positive, but still not that fondly remembered or experienced by the widow and prisoner. Wearing handcuffs and other restraints was a bit uncomfortable and humiliating as well, yet it also excited her in the same kind of embarrassing way as the whips and Jane's tongue. When Ms. Mensch peed in her mouth, that disgusted her, but she felt nothing but desire and joy when they kissed on the lips. They had even graduated to tongue kisses, which indicated that a bond had developed in spite of their adversarial relationship.
Jane had a special surprise for Debbie six months into their involvement with each other. It was twofold, in fact. One was the news that Jane herself was no longer a convict. She had been granted full amnesty, as part of a secret bargain that she made with the authorities. She had gained more privileges over time, anyway, which was why she could purchase sex toys when Debbie had to stick to basics like groceries. Now she was totally a free and unrestricted citizen.
"Debbie, my love slave, I'm able to live wherever I want, but I asked to stay here with you. You're still under house arrest, but I got them to agree to more rights for you, since you'll be in my custody from now on. I can't promise that things will improve more for you than that, but life under my roof will be a little easier than it has been for you. Now that I am not being oppressed, I won't take things out on you. I don't have to wear an ankle monitor, and neither do you now. I got them to concede that.
"I think that the State is happy to put me in charge of you, since it means that you're still being punished to some extent through the loss of your freedom, but the actual enforcement and headaches are left up to me. Think of me as your Mistress, girlfriend, and probation officer, all rolled into one. This doesn't mean that your life will return to normal, by the standards of your previous life, but it does mean that I will be more generous with the rewards than I have been toward you.
"You're going to be on a larger allowance from your paycheck, which can be taken away at any point. No appeals to the authorities will help, since they have given me broad discretion in supervising you. This will be less like a prison and more of an actual home, however. Unless you do something truly despicable, I'll completely drop the restricted diet and let you do more shopping than in the past. I won't permit you to go to church, but you already know that.
"You will share a bed with me at night and have sex with me when I want, on my terms. That much won't change, naturally. There will still be a lot of bondage and domination, not to mention SM. There will also be more of a regular kind of sex, however, in terms of the Sapphic mainstream. I've convinced them that we're a true lesbian couple in every sense, so they will expect to find proof that we're lovers, whenever they make a few random inspections. Aside from that, you're totally in my hands.
"At some point, I want to marry you, and I have told the State this much. That is a factor in this whole business, as it was part of my campaign to prove my desire to be with you and willingness to keep you in line. The government isn't exactly puritanical on such things, as witnessed by the fact that it is now legal to marry members of your own gender. Nevertheless, anything that I could say to make it clear that I was committed to you helped my case to be given custody, instead of keeping you in your previous status. It reassured them that you wouldn't be roaming freely, on your own.
"Now, don't get all freaked out by the idea of a same-sex marriage. I know that is against your religious beliefs, but so is everything else that we've done here. Furthermore, you're at least bi, if not gay. We both know as much, so there is no point in claiming otherwise. Just in case you wondered, I'm a pure lesbian, without any question. That's why my marriage to my ex didn't last, among other things. When I realized the truth, I came out immediately to my husband and asked for a divorce, knowing that it wasn't fair to either of us to continue a union based on lies and incompatible needs.
"It is ironic that the other problem in my marriage was that he was a religious zealot, just like you, but I've told you about that. Then again, I'm in charge of our relationship, so I am able to prevent the kind of nonsense that he shoved down my throat about Jesus and such. I am aware that you are conflicted about being bisexual or gay, since it's against your religion, but you should know that this is your nature. You don't need to fight it. You like women, and you're at least infatuated with me, if not more. Why deny the truth of it?
"That's part of why I'm staying, along with my desire to continue topping you. I can't abandon you to loneliness and heartache from having lost me. You know that you would miss me, don't you? I can't promise to ever be as fond of you as you are of me, but I do care about you enough to want you to be happy, as long as you please me. I don't want to hurt you, at least not in that way.
"So, my dear Deborah, you will be my bride in time. I will consummate our marriage by fucking you with the strap-on, of course. After that, if you're good, it will be gentle lovemaking, I assure you, for the rest of the wedding night. Oral sex, tribbing, and fingers, I mean. Now, speaking of rug-munching, I want you to thank me and accept my proposal by eating me out," Jane demanded, ending her announcement with a look that straddled the line between severity and seduction.
"Yes, Mistress," Debbie consented, while Jane dropped her pants and presented her lower half for oral servicing.
