Jane Is Trained to Submit

Lost in a card game

'Your master has decided on a trip to Las Vegas,' Bob said.

Her head was on his chest, after a heavy love making session. He felt her stiffen, ever so slightly.

'I'll book a luxury room, and we can enjoy the desert heat, together,' he added.

She relaxed and looked up at him with a great big smile. For a moment she thought he was going without her, and was worried how to cope without him. It was firmly embedded in her mind that she was his slave, and she was therefore completely dependent upon him.

'Have you ever been?' he asked.

'Your slave hasn't, master. Your slave is looking forward to it,' she warmly smiled.

She diligently avoided saying "no" to her master. Likewise, Bob fell into her pattern of speech, even though he wanted to cure her of playing the slave game. He simply gave in to her foibles and joined in to play the game. Not that it was possible to complain when such lively sex was the result.

'Slave will make breakfast, master' she enthused.

'No, slave. We'll eat out, just make a quick coffee,' he ordered.

Even his tone of voice had changed, to being forceful and commanding. It was easy to do after so many years employing engineers, and misbehaving apprentices. She thrived on being put in her place, and was pleased to be directed, rather than think for herself.

'The first thing we need to do is buy you some suitable clothing. I want you looking your best,' he explained.

Jane looked pleased and appreciative. Her husband had been mean, and she never had so many clothes bought for her until here with her master. She kept quiet as he ticked off on one hand the arrangements that had to be made.

***

She trotted along to keep up with him, as he strode through the mall, into an upmarket store. He picked a dress, with her guidance to size. Standing in front of a mirror, it clearly fitted her better than the previous cheap garments bought at the supermarket. He looked at the dress, and her expression.

'I know, it's not cheap. Buy cheap and buy twice. Though I'm guessing that doesn't apply to women's clothes. Who heard of a woman wearing out a party dress. It doesn't look right does it,' he said, when finally understanding the expression.

He knew little about women's clothes, but for some reason it wasn't right.

'OK, you're the expert, you choose. I'll give the assistant a credit card, so just get what you need, alright?' he asked.

With a sigh of relief, he was off the hook. As her master, he was supposed to be looking after her, and keeping her happy. This was hitting the spot. In return he was getting all he could wish for. A simple straightforward relationship, the house cleaned up, and great sex into the bargain.

When she appeared from the cubicle to twist and turn in front of a mirror, her expression confirmed it was spot on. Her long blond hair spiralled around her head as she quickly turned. He could see there was a difference, though he wasn't sure what it was. The simple, powder blue cotton dress hugged her figure, without being cheap looking. She looked a million dollars to him, and worth every penny.

'Thank you master,' she warmly smiled.

He thought about last night, and figured it was a bargain.

'What about another one of those, in a different colour?' he suggested.

'Maybe something different, master?' she asked.

'Whatever you want, slave,' he smiled back.

'I'll need shoes with this dress,' she pointed out.

He sighed, huffed and puffed, then agreed. 'Best get a purse and hat to match,' he relented. The look of amusement she gave him, indicated the hat was either going too far, or unnecessary. 'Never mind, you do your thing. I'll go find a coffee shop, there must be one here somewhere,' he said.

He looked up from the newspaper to see a woman standing close. It took a moment to fathom it was his slave.

'Wow!' he exclaimed, looking impressed.

The look of appreciation had her tummy fluttering with pride. Husbands sitting at other tables had the same idea, of leaving their wives to shop. They looked at her over the top of magazines and newspapers, with wistful looks. When Bob looked around with a harsh glare, they rustled the newspapers, pretending not to be staring.

Feeling naughty, she lifted the skirt, to show him stocking tops, with a hint of suspenders tightly gripping them. It was so much more fun being a slut! On top of that, being a slave meant she could leave moral decisions to her master. He looked around to make sure no-one else had seen what was for his eyes only. Satisfaction from his look of proud ownership, rippled through her entire body.

'You're glowing, slave. You look so damn good,' he happily remarked.

They had a coffee and a croissant, while talking about this and that. They avoided anything to do with their mutual past. They shared ambitions for their daughters education, and what problems the future might throw at them.

'I've made arrangements with Margaret, to make sure Louise has an allowance, so no need to worry about that,' he told her.

'Your slave doesn't worry, master. My master looks after slave so well, slave doesn't have to think about anything,' she stated.

He should have picked up on the comment. He took it as another compliment, for buying her clothes and anything else she wanted. She had told the truth, that she didn't worry, or even think for herself, for she had become completely dependent upon him for all decisions in this new life style.

'Master,' she hesitantly spoke.

'Yes?' he said, cocking his head to one side, wondering what she wanted to ask.

'Thank you for the outfits, they are lovely,' she smiled.

'But?' he returned.

'Perhaps, you would like your slave dressed in something else. Some fantasy outfit?' she hesitantly asked.

He gave her a big smile. 'My slave have a fantastic body. Your master just wants to see you naked,' he said.

'Yes, master, anything my master wishes,' she said, with a serious look. She stood, and pulled the hem up.

'No! Not here!' he whispered.

She gave him a coy smile. 'If you're sure, master,' she teased.

He relaxed on seeing she had been playing him along. He leaned across the table to tell her, 'Mrs Marshal, you are a good maid, a very satisfying sex slave, and a very dirty slut,' he teased back.

She blushed furiously. She hadn't been called by name in a long time. It felt as though that life belonged to someone else. She was no longer that prissy, uptight woman, and didn't want to think about her, for she was having such an exciting time as his slave.

She leaned forward to reply. 'Your sex slave is just trying to be obedient for her master,' she goaded him.

'Maybe I'll order my slave to show me her new underwear,' he taunted.

Jane knew from experience that she would obey anything he said, after becoming so aroused. That didn't mean she wouldn't regret it afterwards.

'Please, master, save your slave from shame,' she timidly spoke.

He thought she was play acting, not realising she would have to obey him, and endure the disgrace. He looked her in the eye, and for a moment she thought he was going to make her strip off in the coffee shop. She tugged at the zip, which went all the way up the front of the dress.

Seeing her hand rise above the table top, he now saw what she was doing. Damn! She was certainly game, though it was going too far. Before he could utter a word, the zip was at the top of the dress, ready to split it in two.

'Enough!' he croaked.

'Yes, Master,' she said. Curiously there was neither a reproach, nor a teasing look on her face.

They both sat there poised. One slight movement and the dress would peel away from her body, leaving her more or less naked. He could see the quarter cup bra, and guessed the panties were as brief. The little pieces of material were transparent, so the matching briefs would be too. She only purchased thongs and g-strings, because he liked to see her shapely ass.

She thought he was silently teasing her. He was keeping her in suspense. Any moment a waitress would come over with more coffee, and see the lewd display. A customer might take a detour on their way out, to take a closer look at the beautiful blond. They would see to their satisfaction more of her than expected.

He watched her nipples exploding above the bra, and from experience imagined her plump lips unfolding. He nodded to her, only to see her mistake the motion.

'No!' he exclaimed, a little too loudly.

He dare not look around at the staring faces. He hoped no-one could see her breasts perched upon the little bra. Others could tell there was something up with the dress, from the way it blossomed out. The little black dress had fitted her slim figure perfectly. Now it flowed out from the low neckline to either side of her thighs, leaving it completely open in front.

He couldn't say anything when she stood up, thinking she was about to drop the dress to the floor, and stand to attention before her master. He was proud to declare the attractive young woman was his, even to admitting she was his slave. Not now though.

On standing she pulled up the zip, without mishap. He realised it would have been impossible to pull the zip down over the folds of material while seated. It was a magic act, of concealment rather than pulling the rabbit from the hat.

They both leant back giggling. The snack was finished so they left to continue their shopping.

The other chores, such as buying air tickets, and booking an hotel, were less exciting. They managed to keep themselves under control until arriving home. If he had imagined shopping could be such fun, he would have volunteered years ago. Of course, his wife hadn't been adventurous at all, when cooking, decorating the house, or in the bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't the only place where they were adventurous. He was thankful they had a large comfortable vehicle to play in. Even so, his back was aching from the drive home. He had to awkwardly position himself to allow her access to his crotch. She played him like a musical instrument. Allegro to adagio, she was a virtuoso at finger work.

***

They received the usual looks as Bob booked into the hotel. The admiration was for the gorgeous looking blond, with envious glances for him. This time he wasn't the only sugar daddy with an attractive younger woman on his arm.

He wore a new suit, though he didn't expect anyone to notice him with a sexy slave at his side. Jane wore a light dress, flowing from under the bust. The material was light and breezy, looking as though it would blow away, or at least up around her waist. If it did, the avidly watching males would see she wore stockings held up by a low slung suspender belt, and nothing else.

Walking into the room, she looked around for a bed. Unaware that such a thing as a suite existed, caused her some confusion. The fairyland decoration was mesmerising. Every room was decorated in a fantasy Arabian Nights theme. He led her into the adjoining bedroom, looked into a large bathroom, and finally a dressing room, where their luggage had been unpacked. What she had thought was a bath in the lounge, turned out to be a hot tub.

'Tours over, Slave. There's a package in the dressing room. Get changed, and quickly, Slave,' he said, emphasising the word slave.

Even the dressing room was lavishly completed with Arabian themed motifs on walls and furniture. On a dressing table there was a familiar package. The very same one she had been curious about, yet forbidden to open when it arrived at their home. She eagerly tore off the paper to reveal a flimsy garment. The thin gauze like material was completely see through. It had a roomy top, with baggy leggings. The costume was that of a concubine from a Thousand and One Nights.

Gleefully she ran on bare feet into the lounge. Before her master, she kneeled with both hands pressed together in supplication.

'Oh, wise master, this humble slave wishes to thank her master, a thousand times,' she lavishly spoke.

'Just the once will tire me out,' he laughed.

Pressing her head to the carpet, she hoped he would join in the fun. In such an atmosphere it was easy to become carried away, for her at least.

'Your master expects complete obedience from his sex slave, or it will be punished,' he heavily stated.

'Oh, great one, your slave wouldn't think of disobedience, master,' she heavily breathed.

He was going to quip that he wasn't that great around the waist. At this rate they wouldn't leave the room all weekend. She was becoming far too carried away.

'Slave, in the bedroom, your master wishes to use his slave,' he ordered.

This was going to be tricky. Rummaging around in a case, he found a whip. It wasn't exactly a bull whip, more like a joke shop model. In any case, he dramatically held it up for her to see.

'Bend over the bed, slave,' he said.

'Please, master, don't hurt your faithful and obedient slave. Please, Master,' she whined.

Having him play her fantasy out in such a provocative place, had her breathing hard. She didn't care if it was deserved or not, she wanted him to punish her. The very thought of being whipped was pushing her into submission, and sexing her up.

'You are my sex slave, and will wait on the bed at all times. Do you understand, sex slave?' he demanded.

Before she could gather a reply, he sliced the whip over her rear. There was a surprisingly loud smack across her cheeks. An angry red mark began to appear across what had been a perfect peachy bottom.

About to apologise, he only just held back. 'That is to show slave will be punished, if it is disobedient. Just one as an example. Six lashes will be administered if it displeases its master,' he harshly stated.

'Yes, master, thank you master for punishing slave. Your sex slave knows she is just an object owned by master. Slave will obey master in all things,' Jane bubbled with arousal.

Too late, he realised the mistake. Meaning only to gently swipe her ass, to calm her down, it instead had her greatly fired up. 'Stand up, sex slave,' he loudly spoke, then quietened down, in case someone overheard.

'Go the dressing room, and tell the escort slave to hurry up. It will be punished if it doesn't get a move on. Your master wishes to see the sights with his escort slave,' he firmly ordered.

'Yes, master, right away, master,' Jane's voice quavered.

She was in the dressing room before thinking over what he meant. She could only smile at his craftiness. She had been heavily punished, and ordered to stay in his bed, waiting to be used. He knew how excited she became when punished, yet she had been cleverly ordered to be a calm escort slave. Whatever that was.

She had to dress for a trip out, so pulled on an elegant new dress, with built in bra. There was no need to wear panties with it. Did he want her to wear underwear? She tugged the dress off, pulled up sheer stockings, and attached them to a pale blue garter belt. It was all taking too long! The pastel blue dress was so wonderful, she had to give it a twirl in front of a mirror.

Hurrying back to him, she bowed her head, and said, 'Sorry, master.'

'This is worth waiting for,' he admiringly spoke.

The dress hugged her slim waist, and gathered around her hips to fall like mist around her thighs. A very thin waist emphasised her bust, and hips. She looked so feminine he wanted to protect her from life, and everything.

'Men shouldn't see this wondrous beauty, it will make them dissatisfied with what they have, or are likely to have,' he said.

He wore a proud smile plastered across his face. There was no way he was going to let her go now. He just couldn't bear to be without her.

He offered her his arm. 'Remember, you are an obedient slave. You must obey your master, at all times,' he warned her.

'Yes, master! Your slave is ready and willing to obey her master in all things,' Jane said, with a flourish of pleasure.

He smiled with contentment as she dutifully lowered her head in supplication to him. Having a beautiful young woman pander to his whims was magnificent. How could he possibly not play along with her dream of being a slave. There was plenty of time, when they returned home, to try and break the habit. In the meantime they would have fun, and enjoy the exciting atmosphere of Las Vegas.

They sat in a casino restaurant enjoying the sounds of people excitedly chatting. Slipping the concierge a tip had them seated at a prime table, overlooking the entertainment. Dancing girls, magicians, a singer, and a comedian went through their routines. They laughed and applauded, with enthusiasm. The street life downtown was lively. A picture show in lights above them was enthralling. He had seen it all before, but re-lived the first time experience through her.

Back at the hotel they stopped in the bar for a night-cap. Jane was allowed an old fashioned which she had heard of, though never tried before. The way she sipped it showed disappointment. He bought her a sweeter cocktail, tasting less of alcohol.

'It's a strawberry daiquiri,' he explained.

'Mmm, nice, master,' she contentedly smiled.

They simply enjoyed each others' company, sitting quietly together with the hubbub of keyed up people surrounding them. They soon returned to the suite, feeling tired, yet full of expectation.

'Your master will join his sex slave, tell her to be ready for him,' he told her.

The walking had tired him out, but she deserved what she enjoyed the most.

This time she understood what he meant. There were times when he expected her to exhibit self-control, and in their room she could be a wanton hussy. She skipped to the changing room, quickly pulled off the dress and stockings, and put on the see-thru pantaloons and top.

Laying back on the huge bed, she watched him stroll in. He looked all of his fifty years. Although unfair to compare him to Mark, she couldn't help thinking what they could do on this bed. The humiliation of a spanking by a young guy, half her age, would be enough to have her begging for sex. Mark was young and virile, able to satisfy her. He used her for his own gratification, which had her aching for him all the more. Her master made love to her, which was so comforting and fulfilling, it too was satisfying.

'Please, master, sit here,' she quietly spoke, and began to undress him.

He had a sad look on his face, from realising he wasn't going to make love to her, and that she knew it. He was committed to looking after her, and that wasn't just buying things. He wanted to keep her happy and satisfied in bed. They snuggled up together, sharing the warmth of their bodies. He affectionately kissed her, and rained gentle caresses over her, nose, eyes, and neck. Without seeking permission, she slipped down the bed to his wrinkled penis.

'Master needs his sleep,' she said.

Sucking his cock into her mouth, she suckled on it, as though it were a dummy. It might have been, from the little use it would be tonight. She smiled up at him, with his flaccid member in her mouth. He looked disappointed, for her, not himself.

'Your slave is in her place, Master,' she whispered, and sucked his cock back into her mouth.

'Your master is very pleased with his slave. Slave will be rewarded tomorrow,' he weakly smiled.

This wasn't a ravenous eating of his manhood, this was meant to be gentle and soothing, to send him off to sleep. Hearing his breathing deepen, she stopped sucking and manipulating it with her tongue. She held it in her mouth, feeling contented that she was serving a caring master.

Next morning they lay in bed, discussing the highlights of yesterday, and planning what to do next. He tickled her and played with her body, while she giggled helplessly. They ended up head to toe, feeding on each other's sex. He brought her to an orgasm, and at the last moment prevented her from making him cum.